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Now, this here's the story of the Rock Island Line
The Rock Island line, she runs down into New Orleans There's a big toll gate down there And, y' know, if you got certain things on board When you go through the toll gate Where you don't have to pay the man all toll Well, the train driver, he pulled up to the toll gate The man only asked him what he had on board, and he said "I got livestock, I got livestock I got cows, I got pigs, I got sheep, I got mules, I got all livestock" Well, he said, "you're alright, boy You don't have to pay no toll You just go right on through" So, he went on through the toll gate, and as he went through He started picking up a little bit of speed Picking up a little bit of steam He got on through he turned a look back to the man, he said "Well, I fooled you, I fooled you I got pig iron, I got pig iron I got all pig iron" Down the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road The Rock Island Line, it's the road to ride The Rock Island Line, it's a mighty good road Well, if you want to ride you gotta ride like you find it Get your ticket at the station of the Rock Island Line It was cloudy in the west, looked like rain, But round the corner come-a passenger train. North-bound train on the south-bound track, You were all right a-leavin but you won't be back Well, the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road The Rock Island Line, it's the road to ride The Rock Island Line, it's a mighty good road Well, if you want to ride you gotta ride like you find it Get your ticket at the station of the Rock Island Line Now I may be right and I may be wrong But you're gonna miss me when I'm gone Well, the engineer said before he died, There were two more drinks he'd like to have tried, The doctor asked him "what could they be?" He said "a hot cup of coffee and cold glass of tea" Well, the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road The Rock Island Line, it's the road to ride The Rock Island Line, it's a mighty good road Well, if you want to ride you gotta ride like you find it Get your ticket at the station of the Rock Island Line |
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Country boy, ain't got no shoes
Country boy, ain't got no blues Well, you work all day while you're waitin' to play In the sun and the sand, with a face that's tan But at the end of the day, when your work is done You ain't got nothin' but fun Country boy, you got a shaggy dog Country boy, up a hollow log Well, he comes in a run, when you pick up your gun And with a shell or two, and your dog and you When you get your rabbit, you'll skin his hide He's gonna be good fried Country boy, you got alot to lose Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes Country boy, ain't got no ills Country boy, don't owe no bills You get a wiggly worm and then you watch him squirm While you put him on a hook and you drop him in a brook If everything's gonna turn out right, you're gonna fry fish tonight Country boy, got alot to lose Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes Country boy, you got work to do Country boy, in the morning dew You gotta plant the seed, you gotta cut the weeds There's many a row you know you gotta hoe When it's quittin' time, and your work is through There's alot of life in you Country boy, you lucky thing Country boy, I wish I was you, and you were me |
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I do my best to hide this lowdown feelin'
I try to make believe there's nothing wrong But they're always asking me about you darling And it hurts me so to tell 'em that you're gone If they ask me I guess I'd be denyin' that I've been unhappy all alone But if they heard my heart they'd hear it cryin' Where's my darling, when's she coming home I ask myself a million times what's right for me to do To try to lose my blues alone or hang around for you But I make it pretty good until that moon comes shining through And that I get so doggone lonesome Time stands still when you're a waitin' sometimes I think my heart is stoppin' too One lonely hour seems forever sixty minutes more to wait for you But I guess I'll keep waitin' till you're with me cause I believe that loving you is right But I don't care if the sun don't rise tomorrow if I can't have you with me tonight Well I know I'll keep on loving you cause true love can't be killed I ought to get you off of my mind but I guess I never will I could have a dozen others but I know I'd love you still Cause I get so doggone lonesome |
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I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day is through Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you Because you're mine, I walk the line As sure as night is dark and day is light I keep you on my mind both day and night And happiness I've known proves that it's right Because you're mine, I walk the line You've got a way to keep me on your side You give me cause for love that I can't hide For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide Because you're mine, I walk the line I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line |
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On this rock pile, with my ball and chain.
They call me by a number not a name Lord, Lord. Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time. With an achin' heart, on that gal of mine. You can here my hammer, you can hear my saw. Gonna sing it like John Henry all day long Lord, Lord. Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time. With an achin' heart, on that gal of mine. When that old judge looked down at me. Said I put you in that penetentiary Lord, Lord. Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time. With an achin' heart, on that gal of mine. Well now it wont be long, just a few more days. They'll let me out of here I'm gonna stay Lord, Lord. With that gal of mine, with that gal of mine. She's a waited for me while I've done my time. |