Chelle Rose Wild Violets Pretty lyrics

tears drippin on a rusty line
i walk it down just waitin on my time
gonna lay my body cross the rails like sin
write a love letter from an empty ink pen

my baby's gone to the golden city
left all of the ugly ain't nothin but pretty
like Smoky Mountains covered in a cap of snow
it's a view from the top and the sun streaks your soul

i'm gonna go where my baby be
sweet freight train gonna carry me
We'll walk barefoot through the streets of the city
and pick bouquets of wild violets pretty

my sweet baby don't you cry for me
your momma's right behind ya and i'm pickin up speed
moonshine maggies done set me up
filled miss lucy with her very best stuff

(see i told her i said)
my baby's gone to the golden city
left all of the ugly ain't nothin but pretty
like Smoky Mountains covered in a cap of snow
it's a view from the top and the sun streaks your soul
i'm gonna go where my baby be

sweet freight train gonna carry me
we'll walk barefoot through the streets of the city
and pick bouquets of wild violets pretty

told our people where to bury me
right next to daddy loudon county tennessee
cause he was the only daddy i knew
he didn't have to be he just wanted to

(well hey daddy)
i'm on my way to the golden city
left all of the ugly ain't nothin but pretty
like Smoky Mountains covered in a cap of snow
it's a view from the top and the sun streaks your soul
i'm gonna go where my baby be
sweet freight train gonna carry me
we'll walk barefoot through the streets of the city
and pick bouquets of wild violets pretty

tears drippin on a rusty line
i walk it down just waitin on my time
gonna lay my body cross the rails like sin
write a love letter from an empty ink pen