Marty Robbins

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"The Little Box Of Pine On The 7:29"

"The Little Box Of Pine On The 7:29"



Dear Warden wrote a mother, how much longer must I wait
Before you send my boy back home to me
She little knew the angels had unlocked the prison gates
And the one she loved had already been set free

The Warden read the letter and then he sadly cried
As with these words the sorrow he replied
There's little box of pine on the seven twenty nine
Bringing back a lost sheep to the fold
For a pardon from above has returned the one you loved
It is the saddest story ever has been told

For he's takin' his last ride never more this world to roam
On his face there is a smile for he knows he's going home
There's a little box of pine on the seven twenty nine
Bringing back a lost sheep to the fold

The church was filled with music as the service did begin
His broken hearted folks were gathered there
The preacher told the story of a boy who'd gone astray
The heavy load his loved ones had to pay.

When he had breathed his sermon the organ softly played
And on their knees the congregation prayed
There's a little box of pine on the seven twenty nine
Bringing back a lost sheep to the fold
For a pardon from above has returned the one you love
It is the saddest story ever has been told.

 

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"The Little Green Valley"

"The Little Green Valley"



I see a candlelight down in the little green valley
Where Morning Glory vines are twining 'round my door
Oh, how I wish I were there again
Down in the little green valley
That's where my homesick heart will trouble me no more.

There's only one thing ever gives me consolation
And that's the thought that I'll be going back someday
And ev'ry night down upon my knees
I pray the Lord to please take me
Back to that little old green valley far away.

I hear a mockingbird down in the little green valley
He's singing out a song of welcome just for me
And someone waits by the garden gate
Down in the little green valley
When I get back again, how happy she will be.

And by a little babbling brook, once more we'll wander
And in a shady nook, we'll dream the hours away
And I will leave all my cares behind
Go where I know I'll find sunshine
Back to that little old green valley far away.

 

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"The Little Rosewood Casket"

"The Little Rosewood Casket"



There's a little Rosewood casket
Settin' on a marble stand
There's a package of love letters
Written by my true love's hand

Go and bring them to me, brother
Come and set upon my bed
Lay your head upon my pillow
While my aching heart grows dead.

Read them gently to me, brother
Read them til I fall asleep
Fall asleep to wake in heaven
Oh, Dear brother, do not weep.

Last Sunday I saw her walking
With a gentleman by her side
And I thought I heard him tell her
She was soon to be his bride.

When I'm dead and in my coffin
And my friends have gathered 'round
And my narrow grave is ready
In some lonesome churchyard ground.

There's a little Rosewood casket
Settin' on a marble stand
There's a package of love letters
Written by my true love's hand.

 

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"The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me"

"The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me"



I can't forget the day that I was born
Was on a cold and frosty winter's morn'
The doctor said I was a chubby chap
But when the nurse, she took me on her lap
She washed me all over I remember
And after powder-puffin' me, you see
She laid me in the cradle by the window
In the little shirt my mother made for me.

When I began to crawl it was a sight
I used to frighten mom from morn' til night
There's no mistake I was a little curse
'Cause when my daddy, he came home from work
Every night he would say; "Where's Little Sam got?"
As down the kitchen, happy as could be
They used to find me scrapin' out the jam pot
In the little shirt my mother made for me.

The first day that I wore my Knickerbocks
I felt so funny after wearin' smocks
I looked a little picture, they did say
But when they let me out to run and play
Well, I didn't like the britches I was wearin'
And in the street I took 'em off, you see
I started walkin' home so bold and darin'
In the little shirt my mother made for me.

Last year when I was on my holiday
Upon the briny ocean I did gaze
The water looked so nice I thought I'd go
To have a swim, but, in a minute, oh
All the girls along the beach at me were starin'
And some were takin' pictures, I could see
Was a good thing for me that I was wearin'
the little shirt my mother made for me.

 

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"The Lonely Old Bunkhouse"

"The Lonely Old Bunkhouse"



On the ranch there's a lonely old bunkhouse
Since all the old timers have gone
To a ranch with a much better bunkhouse
That you hear about only in song

Where each bunk has a soft feather pillow
There are soft downy rugs on the floor
In the yard there are green weeping willows
And a welcome sign tacked on the door

Each night in my dreams down the trail I can see
Travis and Bob, and they're waiting for me

On the ranch there's a lonely old bunkhouse
Since all the old timers have gone

 

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"The Master's Call"

"The Master's Call"



When I was but a young man I was wild and full of fire
A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire
I ran away from home and left my mother and my dad
I know it grieved them so to think their only boy was bad.

I fell in with an outlaw band, their names were known quite well
How many times we robbed and plundered, I could never tell
This kind of sinful living leads only to a fall
I learned that much and more the night I heard my Master call.

One night we rustled cattle, a thousand head or so
And started them out on the trail that leads to Mexico
But a norther started blowing and lightning flashed about
I thought someone was calling me, I thought I heard a shout.

Then at that moment lightning struck not twenty yards from me
And left there was a giant cross where once there was a tree
And this time I knew I heard a voice, a voice so sweet and strange
A voice that came from everywhere, a voice that called my name.

So frightened I was thinking of sinful deeds I'd done
I failed to see the thousand head of cattle start to run
The cattle they stampeded, were running all around
My pony ran but stumbled and it threw me to the ground.

I felt the end was near, that death would be the price
When a mighty bolt of lightning showed the face of Jesus Christ
And I cried oh Lord forgive me, don't let it happen now
I want to live for you alone, Oh God these words I vow.

My wicked past unfolded, I thought of wasted years
When another bolt of lightning killed a hundred head of steers
And the others rushed on by me and I was left to live
The Master had a reason, life is his to take or give.

A miracle performed that night, I wasn't meant to die
The dead ones formed a barricade least six or seven high
And right behind it there was I, afraid but safe and sound
I cried and begged for mercy kneeling there upon the ground.

A pardon I was granted, my sinful soul set free
No more to fear the angry waves upon life's stormy sea
Forgiven by the love of God, a love that will remain
I gave my life and soul the night the Saviour called my name...

 

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"The Mission In Guadalajara"

"The Mission In Guadalajara"



Today was to be a day of fun and fiesta
The wedding day of Juan and lovely Vanessa
Inside the chapel only the padre remains
Everyone waited but Vanessa she never came.

Oh, only sorrow at the mission in Guadalajara
No fiesta, no laughing, no singing
No wedding bells will be ringing
Only sorrow in Guadalajara.

And every year on that very same day in September
He lights a candle and prays that she will remember
Inside the chapel he begs the padre to stay
He swears Vanessa will surely be here today.

Oh, only sorrow at the mission in Guadalajara
No fiesta, no laughing, no singing
No wedding bells will be ringing
Only sorrow in Guadalajara.

 

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"The Night I Came A Shore"

"The Night I Came A Shore"



I fell in love the night I came ashore
You're what I'd wanted what I'd waited for
I built my dreams too high it seems that now
The things I wanted turned out wrong somehow

The dawn will find me sailing back to sea
But I when I sail I'll leave a part of me
Though you're untrue what can I do I love you
I can't forget you o'er the night I came ashore

The dawn will find me sailing back to sea
But I when I sail I'll leave a part of me
Though you're untrue what can I do I love you
I can't forget you o'er the night I came ashore

 

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"The Outlaws"

"The Outlaws"



The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')
A harder ridin' bunch of outlaws no one ever saw
I don't recall the lawman that could match or beat the draw
The rode the west, they fought the best
The never lost a fight
They did their hidin' in the daytime
Ridin' most at night

The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')
They rode into Yuma on a hot September day
Hit the bank and got the gold and then they rode away
The sheriff tried to stop 'em but he didn't really try
The sheriff thought too much of life
And he didn't wanna die

The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')
The governor of the territory called the rangers in
The rangers caught the outlaws and the fightin' did begin
For seven hours they fought and there were bodies all around
Not one body of an outlaw lay upon the ground

The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')
They only took the money that the rich got by their greed
And gave it to the ranchers who were desperately in need
They'd ride into the poorest section of a border town
Evenly distributed to the poorest of the town

The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')
Maybe it was wrong to steal, but was it wrong to give?
They took many chances so a friend in need might live
One by one they've gone but still there's one alive to tell
The outlaws never failed to hear it when a friend would yell

The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')

 

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"The Red Hills Of Utah"

"The Red Hills Of Utah"



How green are the valleys
How tall are the trees
How cool are the rivers
How soft is the breeze
If it's just like my dreams
Then I must go and see
For the red hills of Utah are callin' me

So long I have waited
Since I was a child
Merely the thought keeps
My heart runnin' wild
I've waited so long
Now it's hard to believe
The red hills of Utah at last I will see

How pretty are flowers
That bloom in the spring
How sweet are the songs
The mockin'birds sing
If it's just like my dreams
Then I must go and see
For the red hills of Utah are callin' me