Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Hank Thompson

September 3, 1925 – November 6, 2007
I've traveled this whole world over and now I'm going down to the rainbow's end No friends no home I'm just a traveling alone on my way to the rainbow's end I'm weary and tired but I don't care I'm going down to the rainbow's end From twilight till dawn I'm trudging on and on, on my way to the rainbow's end They say there are treasures of silver and gold That's buried down by the rainbow's end But the treasure I find will bring me real peace of mind When I come to the rainbow's endFor someone is waiting there all alone so I will know at the rainbow's end How it feels to be pressed to an angel's breast when I come to the rainbow's end

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