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| 2. |
| 4:18 |
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| 3. |
| 2:34 | 
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Rattle Big Black Bones
in the Danger zone there's a rumblin' groan down below there's a big dark town it's a place I've found there's a world going on UNDERGROUND they're alive, they're awake while the rest of the world is asleep below the mine shaft roads it will all unfold there's a world going on UNDERGROUND all the roots hang down swing from town to town they are marching around down under your boots all the trucks unload beyond the gopher holes there's a world going on UNDERGROUND |
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| 4. |
| 3:26 |
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Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
never slept with a dream before he had to go away there's a bell in the tower Uncle Ray bought a round don't worry about the army in the cold cold ground now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed there's a bird in the chimmney and a stone in my bed when the road's washed out they pass the bottle around and wait in the arms of the cold cold ground cold cold ground there's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope and a briar patch of berries takin over the slope the cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town til we bury every dream in the cold cold ground cold cold ground gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells blow the roof off the goat barn let it roll down the hill the piano is firewood times square is a dream I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground cold cold ground cold cold ground call the cops on the Breedloves bring a bible and a rope and a whole box of rebel and a bar of soap make a pile of trunk tires and burn 'em all down bring a dollar with you baby in the cold cold ground cold cold ground take a weathervane rooster throw rocks at his head stop talking to the neighbors til we all go dead beware of my temper and the dog that I've found break all the windows in the cold cold ground cold cold ground |
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| 2:48 |
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I'm going straight to the top
oh yea up where the air is fresh and clean I'm going straight up to the top if you know me, you know what I mean I can't let sorrow try and pull ol' Frankie down live for tomorrow I have found you I'm going straight up to the top up where the air is fresh and clean i know that I will never stop, oh no until I know I'm wild and free just like a champagne bubble pop pop pop I'm like those birdies high up in the trees I can't let sorrow pull ol' Frankie down live for tomorrow I have found you I'm going straight up to the top oh yeah up where the air is fresh and clean |
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| 2:41 |
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If you want money in your pocket
and a top hat on your head a hot meal on your table and a blanket on your bed well today is grey skies tomorrow is tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here Well I'm going to New York City and I'm leaving on a train and if you want to stay behind and wait til I come back again well today is grey skies tomorrow is tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here If you want to go where the rainbows end you'll have to say goodbye all our dreams come true baby up ahead and it's out where your memories lie well the road's out before me and the moon is shining bright what I want you to remember as I disappear tonight today is grey skies tomorrow's tears you'll have to wait til yesterday is here |
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| 4:43 |
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When you walk through the garden
you gotta watch your back well I beg your pardon walk the straight and narrow track if you walk with Jesus he's gonna save your soul you gotta keep the devil way down in the hole he's got the fire and the fury at his command well you don't have to worry if you hold on to Jesus hand we'll all be safe from Satan when the thunder rolls just gotta help me keep the devil way down in the hole All the angels sing about Jesus' mighty sword and they'll shield you with their wings and keep you close to the lord don't pay heed to temptation for his hands are so cold you gotta help me keep the devil way down in the hole |
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| 8. |
| 4:14 |
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| 9. |
| 3:35 |
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| 10. |
| 2:59 |
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| 11. |
| 3:36 |
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Inside a broken clock,
splashing the wine with all the rain dogs Taxi, we’d rather walk, huddle a doorway with the rain dogs For I am a rain dog, too Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night For it was all ripe for dreaming Oh, how we danced away all of the lights We’ve always been out of our minds The rum pours strong and thin, beat out the dustman with the rain dogs Aboard a shipwreck train, give my umbrella to the rain dogs For I am a rain dog, too Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee Her long hair black as a raven Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me You’ll never be going back home Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee Her long hair black as a raven Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me You’ll never be going back home |
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| 4:30 |
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Well I broke down in E. St. Louis
On the Kansas City line and I drunk up all my money that I borrowed every time and I fell down at the derby and now the night's black as a crow It was a train that took me away from here but a train can't bring me home What made my dreams so hollow was standing at the depot with a steeple full of swallows that could never ring the bell and I come ten thousand miles away with not one thing to show well it was a train that took me away from here but a train can't bring me home I remember when I left without bothering to pack you know I up and left with just the clothes I had on my back now I'm sorry for what I've done and I'm out here on my own well it was a train that took me away from here but a train can't bring me home |
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| 13. |
| 1:29 |
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She's my only true love
she's all that I think of look here in my wallet that's her She grew up on a farm there there's a place on my arm where I've written her name next to mine you see I just can't live without her and I'm her only boy and she grew up outside McHenry in Johnsburg, Illinois |
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| 14. |
| 4:54 |
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i will leave behind all of my clothes,
i wore when i was with you, all i need's my railroad boots, and my leather jacket, as i say goodbye to ruby's arms, although my heart is breaking, i will steal away out through your blinds, for soon you will be waking. the morning light has washed your face, and everything is turning blue now, hold on to your pillow case there's nothing i can do now, as i say goodbye to ruby's arms, you'll find another soldier, and i swear to god by christmas, there'll be someone else to hold you. the only thing i'm taking is the scarf off of your clothesline, i'll hurry past your chest of drawers, and your broken window chimes, as i say goodbye i'll say goodbye, say goodbye to ruby's arms. i'll feel my way down the darken hall, and out into the morning, the hobos at the freightyards, have kept their fires burning, so jesus christ this goddamn rain, will someone put me on a train, i'll never kiss your lips again, or break your heart, as i say goodbye i'll say goodbye, say goodbye to ruby's arms. |
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| 15. |
| 4:17 |
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All night long on the broken glass
livin in a medicine chest mediteromanian hotel back sprawled across a roll top desk the monkey rode the blade on an overhead fan they paint the donkey blue if you pay I got a telephone call from Istanbul my baby's coming home today will you sell me one of those if I shave my head get me out of town is what fireball said never trust a man in a blue trench coat never drive a car when you're dead Saturday's a festival Friday's a gem dye your hair yellow and raise your hem follow me to beulah's on dry creek road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed take me down to buy a tux on red rose bear got to cut a hole in the day I got a telephone call from Istanbul my baby's coming home today |
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| 4:57 |
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Sane, sane they're all insane
The fireman's blind, the conductors lame A Cincinatti jacket and a sad luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands, Clap hands Clap hands, Clap hands Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more Moon in the window; a bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, Clap hands Clap hands, Clap hands Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty dollar bill inside in Palladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Repeat Second Verse Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to Heaven in the little row boat Clap hands, Clap hands Clap hands, Clap hands |
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| 17. |
| 4:02 |
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Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all the tail He fell in love with a Gun Street Girl and Now he's danced in the Birmingham jail. Took a 100 dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe Brought a bran' new michigan 20 gauge Got all liquored up on that road house corn, Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette. Brought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese Dyed his hair in the bathroom of Texaco With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4 Well, he left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door He left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door Chorus: I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home. Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's Wood Soaking' day old bread in kerosene He was blue as a robin's egg brown as a hog Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tire Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone He never got up in the morning on a Saturday Sittin' by the Erie with a bull whipped dog Tellin' everyone he saw They went thatta way Tellin' everyone he saw They went thatta way. Now the rain's like gravel on old tin roof And the Burlinton Northern's pullin' out of the world With a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw. And a Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all. Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge He heard the click clack tappin' of a blind man's cane Pullin' into Baker on New Year's Eve With one eye on the pistol the other on the door, With one eye on the pistol the other on the door. Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Row And the smuggled in a bran' new pair of alligator shoes. With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair, well They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire, They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire. Chorus I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home. Bangin' on a table with an old tin cup Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again, I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again. Repeat chorus |
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| 18. |
| 4:11 |
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Well the smart money's on Harlow
and the moon is in the street And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws And you’re east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches And the rain sounds like a round of applause And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon His invisible fiancee’s in the mirror And the band is going home, it’s raining hammers, it’s raining nails And it’s true there’s nothing left for him down here And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time And it’s time time time that you love And it’s time time time And they all pretend they’re orphans and their memory’s like a train You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can’t remember tell the things you can’t forget That history puts a saint in every dream Well she said she’d stick around until the bandages came off But these mama’s boys just don’t know when to quit And Mathilda asks the sailors ‘Are those dreams or are those prayers?’ So close your eyes, son, and this won’t hurt a bit Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time And it’s time time time that you love And it’s time time time Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street And when they’re on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips As the dish outside the window fills with rain Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart And pay the fiddler off ‘til I come back again Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time And it’s time time time that you love And it’s time time time And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time And it’s time time time that you love And it’s time time time |
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