by John Prine on album Miscellaneous

Where are the boot straps To lift myself up? Where is the well Where I once filled my cup? Where does this sorrow All turn into joy? Where, oh, where Is the sleepy eyed boy? Where is my true love Wh

by John Prine on album Storm Windows

Where are the boot straps To lift myself up? Where is the well Where I once filled my cup? Where does this sorrow All turn into joy? And where oh where is the sleepy eyed boy? Where is my true love W

by John Prine on album Live - The Bottom Line, NY July 10/11 1978 (Remastered)

Where are the boot straps To lift myself up? Where is the well Where I once filled my cup? Where does this sorrow All turn into joy? And where oh where is the sleepy eyed boy? Where is my true love W

by John Prine on album Bottom Line (Live)

Where are the boot straps To lift myself up? Where is the well Where I once filled my cup? Where does this sorrow All turn into joy? And where oh where is the sleepy eyed boy? Where is my true love W

by John Prine on album Storm Windows

Where are the boot straps To lift myself up? Where is the well Where I once filled my cup? Where does this sorrow All turn into joy? And where oh where is the sleepy eyed boy? Where is my true love W

by John Prine on album Bottom Line (Live)

Where are the boot straps To lift myself up? Where is the well Where I once filled my cup? Where does this sorrow All turn into joy? And where oh where is the sleepy eyed boy? Where is my true love W

by John Prine on album A John Prine Christmas

Pretty paper Pretty ribbons of blue. (spoken) man oh man, I just love christmas It's just so darn neat. I kinda wish every day was christmas, Except christmas eve and the fourth of july. We wouldn't

by John Prine on album A John Prine Christmas

Pretty paper Pretty ribbons of blue. (spoken) man oh man, I just love christmas It's just so darn neat. I kinda wish every day was christmas, Except christmas eve and the fourth of july. We wouldn't

by John Prine on album Miscellaneous

Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue Man oh man, I just love Christmas, it's just so darn neat I kinda wish every day was Christmas Except Christmas Eve and the Fourth of July We wouldn't want to mis

by Texas on album Black Eyed Boy

No I don't lack ambition Can't you see what I hate That it's you who is sinking Locked behind iron gates You should know You're falling into fiction I can tell You're on some foolish mission You're bl

by Texas on album Black Eyed Boy

No I don't lack ambition Can't you see what I hate That it's you who is sinking Locked behind iron gates You should know You're falling into fiction I can tell You're on some foolish mission You're bl

by Johnny Horton on album Miscellaneous

Well, a way down yonder on the Candy Creek I whittled out a fiddle from a wagon seat I tuned my fiddle and I rubbed my bow Play a little tune wherever I go Sleepy-eyed John, you better your britches

by Johnny Horton on album Battle of New Orleans - 50 Country & Western Classics

Well, a way down yonder on the Candy Creek I whittled out a fiddle from a wagon seat I tuned my fiddle and I rubbed my bow Play a little tune wherever I go Sleepy-eyed John, you better your britches

by Johnny Horton on album Oldies Hits A to Z - Vol. 6

Well, a way down yonder on the Candy Creek I whittled out a fiddle from a wagon seat I tuned my fiddle and I rubbed my bow Play a little tune wherever I go Sleepy-eyed John, you better your britches

by Johnny Horton on album Honky Tonk Man: The Essential Johnny Horton 1956-1960

Well, a way down yonder on the Candy Creek I whittled out a fiddle from a wagon seat I tuned my fiddle and I rubbed my bow Play a little tune wherever I go Sleepy-eyed John, you better your britches

by Johnny Horton on album The Big Country – the Six Best Country Albums of 1962

Well, a way down yonder on the Candy Creek I whittled out a fiddle from a wagon seat I tuned my fiddle and I rubbed my bow Play a little tune wherever I go Sleepy-eyed John, you better your britches

by Johnny Horton on album Country Classics

Well, a way down yonder on the Candy Creek I whittled out a fiddle from a wagon seat I tuned my fiddle and I rubbed my bow Play a little tune wherever I go Sleepy-eyed John, you better your britches

by Johnny Horton on album Honky-Tonk Man

Well, a way down yonder on the Candy Creek I whittled out a fiddle from a wagon seat I tuned my fiddle and I rubbed my bow Play a little tune wherever I go Sleepy-eyed John, you better your britches

by Johnny Horton on album County Hits, Vol. 2 (Most Wanted Country Hits)

Well, a way down yonder on the Candy Creek I whittled out a fiddle from a wagon seat I tuned my fiddle and I rubbed my bow Play a little tune wherever I go Sleepy-eyed John, you better your britches

by Johnny Horton on album Country Nights - 125 Original Recordings

Well, a way down yonder on the Candy Creek I whittled out a fiddle from a wagon seat I tuned my fiddle and I rubbed my bow Play a little tune wherever I go Sleepy-eyed John, you better your britches