I'm a prayin' for rain in California So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine An' I'm sittin' in a honkey in Chicago With a broken heart and a woman o...

The tender grass of spring time Rose to grain with summer's heat The orchard blossoms ripen Into fruit so round and sweet As with nature in her garden So it is...

Now let me tell the story, I can tell it all About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol His daddy made the whiskey, son, he drove the load When his engine r...