Disc 1 | ||||||
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1. |
| 3:44 | ||||
I'm in a kind of foolish game, I try to get rich quick,
But I'm going insane, The kind of freaks that hang out on 42nd Street They're all pimpin' Judys and poppin' speed, well It's a game of cat and mouse, and I think it's got my soul, I think it's time for thinkin' 'bout a time to roll on Down the road Here comes Big Mike, I kinda owe him some beans, He must be crazy, I guess that's why he's so mean, If I tell him I'm leavin', he would sure enough split my gut, Cause he knows I sold to a sucker, and I owe Big Mike a cut, But I'll slip him a 20-dollar bill till I get out of town, When I hit those white lines, I'm gonna be gone like a Greyhound down the road |
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2. |
| 10:03 | ||||
Virgin land of forest green, dark and stormy plains, here all life abounds
Sunlit valley, mountain fields, unseen in the rain, here all life abounds No man rules this land, no human hand has soiled this paradise Waiting patiently, so much to see, so rich in Earth's delights Painted desert, sequined sky, stars that fill the night, here all life abounds Rivers flowing to the sea, sunshine pure and bright, here all life abounds No man rules this land, no human hand has soiled this paradise Waiting patiently, so much to see, so rich in Earth's delights So the maiden lies in waiting, for the sails to reach the shore Land of beauty and abundance, innocent, you opened wide your door Wanderers found the waiting treasure, full of gifts beyond their measure Milk and honey for our pleasure..... Across the sea there came a multitude, sailing ships upon the wave Filled with visions of Utopia, and the freedom that they crave Ravage, plunder, see no wonder, rape and kill and tear asunder Chop the forest, plow it under..... Highways scar the mountainsides, buildings to the sky, people all around Houses stand in endless rows, sea to shining sea, people all around So we rule this land, and here we stand upon our paradise, Dreaming of a place, our weary race is ready to arise |
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3. |
| 8:15 | ||||
On a winter's night, stars are cold and bright in the sky,
The slumber of the earth is pure and deep From a distant wood, drifts the echo of a beast The old man stirs and wakens in the night He stands before his window gazing at the grave Forgotten dreams are flashing through his weary mind And though his life is empty, he pretends that she's still there With hunger in his soul, he yearns for life and love gone by, With memories his one and only joy All he has to give, he would give to bring back the life, And raise the one who lies beneath the snow He lights a lamp and looks at pictures of the past The faces of their youth still glow with new-found love, But the picture's faded, and time has stolen youth away With a spoken word that he thought he heard from her lips, He felt another presence in the room, He was filled with fear but filled with joy he arose And turned to face the image that he knew She stood before him and her hand reached out for his A peaceful light shone in her eyes She said she'd come to soothe him, and someday they'd be as one She began to fade and her image disappeared, So he was left alone to face the night, Never in his life, had he been so held in awe, As he faced the apparition of his wife He stood before the window gazing at the grave, And with a lightened heart he saw the first of dawn, He knew that she was waiting, that someday they'd be as one |
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4. |
| 5:43 | ||||
Sometimes when I'm walking down this lonely street,
Well, it sure don't seem like twenty years, Since I went walking down this lonely street And the smell of perfumed ladies filled the air This street ain't got no name, dead end is in the river, And I lived where I hated life day by day, There wasn't nothing I could do to shake a cold night shiver, 'Cause to move up Lonely Street you had to have some say Gambling is bad luck down on Lonely Street And it sure ain't no place to be when a man gets sore You know I killed a man and I paid all I can, With twenty years on a chain gang, For the flesh and the blood on that jailhouse floor Sometimes when I'm walking down this lonely street I get caught up in a dream that won't let me go And as the bright lights flash up and down this lonely street My mind rolls back the years long time ago I see my baby stumblin' around with tears in her eyes And as I reach out for her she falls on the floor She mumbles through bloody lips about a bad man, robber, raper, And in my gut I know I got one to score The word was comin' down, down on Lonely Street That the bad man was a dead man if he crossed my trail Every night I'd walk up and down this Lonely Street I get stinkin' drunk, and always in jail, One night they threw me in with a man they called the mangler He was caught on the street makin' some old whore, I remember he was quite proud of that, So half-crazed I shot him, And I cried in the blood on that jailhouse floor. |
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5. |
| 5:04 | ||||
I've got books that say the good man's golden
And more that say the bad will fall, So many men have drowned in evil, and left Lucifer standing tall Don't take the devil's dare, don't gamble when the game ain't fair, Lock and bolt the doors, can't let the devil use you anymore You got to listen all you mugs and reivers, if you do any wrong You make it right You can't be a make-believer, 'cause soon you're gonna pay the price, Lying, hate and pain, all part of the devil game, Got his foot inside the door, but you can't let him use you anymore Take, he will take, he will take, give him nothing he'll take, he will take He will take, he will give nothing but he'll take Pray, for devils have no reason, Satan waits to curse your ways, Have you seen it in his eyes in the sunset, Have you wondered if he's laughing when you play, Has he asked if you're alone if what he sees is all you own, Has he offered you happiness, money, or much better lays Satan leave me, leave me lonely, leave us alone I've got books that say the good man's golden And more that say the bad will fall, Take a look at what the future's holdin', Won't be yours if you don't heed this call, Life is a game, and the stakes will remain the same. Now you've gotta choose, is the devil gonna win or lose again |
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6. |
| 12:12 | ||||
7. |
| 3:01 | ||||
Virgin land of forest green, dark and stormy plains, here all life abounds
Sunlit valley, mountain fields, unseen in the rain, here all life abounds No man rules this land, no human hand has soiled this paradise Waiting patiently, so much to see, so rich in Earth's delights Painted desert, sequined sky, stars that fill the night, here all life abounds Rivers flowing to the sea, sunshine pure and bright, here all life abounds No man rules this land, no human hand has soiled this paradise Waiting patiently, so much to see, so rich in Earth's delights So the maiden lies in waiting, for the sails to reach the shore Land of beauty and abundance, innocent, you opened wide your door Wanderers found the waiting treasure, full of gifts beyond their measure Milk and honey for our pleasure..... Across the sea there came a multitude, sailing ships upon the wave Filled with visions of Utopia, and the freedom that they crave Ravage, plunder, see no wonder, rape and kill and tear asunder Chop the forest, plow it under..... Highways scar the mountainsides, buildings to the sky, people all around Houses stand in endless rows, sea to shining sea, people all around So we rule this land, and here we stand upon our paradise, Dreaming of a place, our weary race is ready to arise |
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8. |
| 3:49 | ||||
I'm in a kind of foolish game, I try to get rich quick,
But I'm going insane, The kind of freaks that hang out on 42nd Street They're all pimpin' Judys and poppin' speed, well It's a game of cat and mouse, and I think it's got my soul, I think it's time for thinkin' 'bout a time to roll on Down the road Here comes Big Mike, I kinda owe him some beans, He must be crazy, I guess that's why he's so mean, If I tell him I'm leavin', he would sure enough split my gut, Cause he knows I sold to a sucker, and I owe Big Mike a cut, But I'll slip him a 20-dollar bill till I get out of town, When I hit those white lines, I'm gonna be gone like a Greyhound down the road |