Lyrics:

(Emmylou Harris)

you Dont Love Me This I Know
dont Need A Bible To Tell Me So
i Hung Around A Little Too Long
i Was Good But Now Im Gone

like The Buffalo
that Boy From Tupelo
any Way The Wind Can Blow
thats Where Im Gonna Go
ill Be Gone Like A Five And Dime
itll Be The Perfect Crime
just Ask The Boy From Tupelo
hes The King And He Oughta Know

the Shoulder Ive Been Leanin On
is The Coldest Place Ive Ever Known
theres Nothin Left For Me Round Here
looks Like Its Time To Disapear

like The Buffalo
that Boy From Tupelo
the Old Wall Down In Jericho
maybelle On The Radio
ill Be Gone Like The Five And Dime
itll Be The Perfect Crime
just Ask The Boy From Tupelo
hes The King And He Oughta Know

you Dont Love Me, This I Know
dont Need A Bible To Tell Me So
its A Shame And Its A Sin
everything I Coulda Been To You

your Last Chance Texaco
your Sweetheart Of The Rodeo
a Juliet To Your Romeo
the Border You Cross Into Nexico
ill Never Understand Why Or How
oh But Baby Its Too Late Now
just Ask The Boy From Tupelo
hes The King And He Oughta Know