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Ricky Skaggs

Well who wouldn't notice the fire in your eyes? Or the bitter direction of impending goodbyes? I'm fallin', I'm folded, I'm welded in place At the sight

I may look like a city slicker Shinin' up through his shoes Underneath I'm just a cotton picker Pickin' out a mess of blues Show me where I start Find

I've traveled every highway Down every dusty road Beneath the silver moonlight I counted every star that shone I've seen all special places Everybody

My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus blood and righteousness I dare not trust the sweetest frame But wholly lean on Jesus name On Christ the solid

He's been wounded already in the struggle of life Battered by raging storm of strife Caught in a whirlwind of heartbreak and pain And blinded by it's

Hold whatcha got, I'm a-coming home, baby Hold whatcha got and I don't mean maybe Been a-thinking about you and I'm on my way Don't sell the house and

Off somewhere the music's playing soft and low And another holds the one that I love so I was blind I could not see that you meant the world to me But

Go and get your prophets Gather all your fools The four-hundred fifty And then bring a couple bulls A little preperation So be sure and bring some tools

I received the letter you wrote, dear In which you said you'd wait for me I'm asking you to please not wait, dear It will only ruin your life I see Please