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When I die Lord won't you put my soul up on a train
Won't you send it southbound Give it a cool blues-man name I've been lost on them back roads so many times, I've gone blind Losing faith in my family had driven me out of my damn mind But on the south side of heaven won't you take me home Cause I've been broke down for so long and Lord, it's getting cold I've been a desperado in West Texas for so long Lord, I need a change For ten long years this old place ain't seen a drop of rain And that wind blows everyday Lord, all like a desert snow Like a lost bound train running on cocaine and outta control But on the south side of heaven won't you take me home Cause I've been broke down for so long and Lord, it's getting cold Long down the Louisiana byways Lonesome highways roll on Won't you take me where the poor man lives Its where I call my home And can't you see that a breeze, nothin' but a change in pace Money can't buy my soul, cause it comes from a hard earned place But on the south side of heaven won't you take me home Cause I've been broke down for so long and Lord, it's getting cold |
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Every time I turn around
A man tries to get me down I just can't see your face I'm blinded by the sun Living on the run And I can't remember this place Take me to the other side Let me go when I'm high Take me to the other side, pretty mama And on the wind won't you let me ride I better slow down before I wreck Driving on the river's edge My momma says, "Come back home." But I can't keep em running fast Burning up the year's grass Another sands dirt road Won't you take me to the other side Let me go when I'm high Won't you take me to the other side, pretty mama And on the wind won't you let me ride Cowboy's your given name Nothing ever stays the same 'Cept the rain falling down You can't keep from goin' No the wind is always damn cold It's time to put the hammer down Won't you take me to the other side Let me go when I'm high Won't you take me to the other side, pretty mama And on the wind won't you let me ride Won't you take me to the other side On the wind won't you let me ride Won't you take me to the other side, pretty mama And on the wind won't you let me ride |
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I've lived without bread and I've lived without water,
Stuck outside the middle of the desert wishin' I was home. Long way from no where, wishin' I was somewhere, Sangre de Cristo to the Devils Backbone. I've been to California and North Carolina, Hung with the hippies in Austin and the cowboys of Mexico. I've laid up in Fort Worth with beautiful ladies, Hitch hiked on down to Tijuana and hit the rodeo in San Anton... In the back of a Ranchero, I rode down to Laredo, Had a good time with the la posada, yea you know I was left alone. On a rig out of El Paso, rainin' down in Houston, Told the truck driver put the pedal to the metal cause Houston gets me down. On down to Louisiana, Whiskey River Landing, Crawfish pie and eat jambalaya with a big ole coon ass smile. |
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Don't you wait for me
'Cause I'll be running late Don't you wait for me By the flowers upon my grave Don't you wait for me I won't be coming home Don't you wait for me Unplug the telephone 'Cause I'm wild running through the hills And my eyes are wondering how you feel And the miles upon miles keep falling from the sky Don't you wait for me When the flowers die Don't you wait for me I have many miles to go Don't you wait for me I have nothing left to show Don't you wait for me Wonderin' what is wrong Don't you wait for me I'll catch you in the break of dawn 'Cause I'm wild running through the hills And my eyes are wondering how you feel And the miles upon miles keep falling from the sky Don't you wait for me When the flowers die Don't you wait for me Sleepin' in the summer sun Don't you wait for me With my pillow lies my gun Don't you wait for me I'm gonna finish last Don't you wait for me I'm mending fences of my past 'Cause I'm wild running through the hills And my eyes are wondering how you feel And the miles upon miles keep falling from the sky Don't you wait for me When the flowers die Don't you wait for me When the flowers die |
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Onda Cielo y toca la sierra
Trabajando amigos acsentado le piedra Vaqueros montamos, Caballos boracho Esperando acsente del sol Palo en Mexico Buzzards they circle old crosses on hills The heart of the desert pound under my heels I hear tell of Aztec gold, buried in the hills of old Mexico Onda Cielo y toca la sierra Trabajando amigos acsentado le piedra Vaqueros montamos, Caballos boracho Esperando acsente del sol |
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Well sunshine
Fall on me Won't you tell me When the hour is late Tell them old crows Want to fly away Tell the darkness That you ain't no slave Well sunshine Won't you follow me Through the night Won't you guide me When we go by Says trouble Along the road ahead Some lawmen Really want me dead Well sunshine Ain't done nothing Is what I told that man Said I ain't done nothing With these two hands See there ain't no blood Ain't no blood on my hands Stains to come Made the government mad Well sunshine Well sunshine Follow me Won't you guide me Till I can see Tell them old crows Want to fly away Tell the darkness |
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When I was young my daddy said, Son
Never be ashamed of where your from There's nothin wrong with your last name Don't be lookin for people to blame Cause hard times they come and they go Most of the time they're in the middle of the road It's the same pain in different ways Don't your know, Son, when it pours it rains Chorus Hard times In the middle of your road Hard times Creepin up on the good folks you know Hard times You daddy wakes up and you lit the stove Hard times From the California hills to the Coverdale Road You got yours and I have mine Mostly good folks have tried and tried To make a livin on your minimum wage Your coming up short nearly every day And what's enough and what's the cost You can't stand up cause all is lost You roll us up and your doors are locked There's a poor boy livin on every block Chorus Hard times In the middle of your road Hard times Creepin up on the good folks you know Hard times You're livin down the rest of you knows Hard times From the California hills to the Coverdale Road When I was young my daddy said, Son Never be ashamed of where your from There's nothin wrong with your last name So don't be lookin for people to blame Cause hard times they come and they go And most of the time they're in the middle of your road It's the same pain, different way Don't your know when it pours it rains And it'll always be around Followin you from town to town But you can get up when it puts you down Cause everybody's got 'em if you look around Chorus Hard times In the middle of your road Hard times Creepin up on the good folks you know Hard times Huddled around a wood burnin stove Hard times |
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Well I've been workin in the goddamn sun
With just for a dollar a day Been workin for a dollar a day I've been workin for a dollar a day Man I never understand why all my money Goes down to man at the bank And all he does is sit and think About the money that I'm gonna make And all of my brothers well their jumpin on planes And they going off fighting in wars They are lowered on a desert shore Fighting for my freedom and a little bit of oh Man it sure does cost well a whole lot of money Well to live in the land of the free Well I think I'll go and plant me a seed Grow a marijuana money tree Well then I'm gonna head down to south louisiana With a guitar on my back Corn bread and a gunny sack Maybe uncle sam'll cut me some slack I've been digging in the rock since five o'clock And my calluses is cut to the bone Well the soles in my shoes is worn Cuz I've been diggin in the rocks since dawn Well I've been workin in the goddamn sun With just for a dollar a day I've been workin for a dollar a day |
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Take it easy mama
Lay your head down Hold on to my lovin We're both gonna need it now Take it easy mama Lay your head down Rest your head on my shoulder It's a long way into town It's hard When you're alone It's hard When everybodys free Take it easy mama Lay your head down Hold on to my lovin We're both gonna need it now Take it easy mama Lend me your smile Let your falling head come down Ground me with your smile It's hard When you're alone It's hard When everybodys free It's hard When you're alone It's hard When everybodys stoned Take it easy mama Lay your head down Let your falling head come down Ground me with your smile Take it easy mama Lay your head down Hold on to my lovin We're both gonna need it now |
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Oh sittin' in a truck stop
With my Cowboy Boots and my Guitar I've been livin' on a tip box It was meant for cigars Long Way From Georgia Long Way From Georgia Oh I'm out on the highway Yeah Yeah I have no regrets 'Cause I'm livin' my way Long coffee and cigarettes Long Way From Georgia Long Way From Georgia Oh wind this highway is my poem Oh through the night I ride on I just keep on rollin' on 'Cause I'm a long way from home Long Way From Georgia Long Way From Georgia Oh sittin' in a truck stop And a waitress tells me Ah boy you got a good smile Might take you a long way Say boy you better make it count 'Cause you're a long way from Georgia |
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If you ever see me walking down the side of the road
Would you ever stop and wonder why Would you think it's lost that I paid the cost Stop and give a poor boy a ride And forget my past 'Cause if I ever get home, I'm never gonna worry 'bout the things that I could've done 'Cause I've done a lot of things I could've done better But now it don't matter none I've raised my glass 'Cause I fell in love and then lost touch I dropped it and broke her heart I drove off a cliff And I barely missed Walkin' with her in the park Just a selfish boy But I have not forgot that the food in the pot ain't cookin' for a boy like me I been fightin' all night with the dogs in the alley, looking for a bone to eat Starving to death Everybody's troubled with your hustle and your bustle The payment on the house is late If I ever have a problem like that I guess I'll be in pretty good shape You can kiss my ass goodbye When I feel the wind blow See a ghost in the road And headlights are a beautiful sight And out in the desert I can sit under them heavens And watch the sun keep settin' for miles And here comes another song Then I take a pen and a little piece of paper I scribble on down the lines And what you're hearing now Is something I found Hidin' way down inside The cellar of my heart And I hope everybody had a real good time I hope I didn't bring you down These ain't sad songs So don't take 'em wrong I haven't been home in a while Well, I'll see you all around |
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Here I go again
Straight up out the motel Hock my guitar out of a pawn shop jail If I quit, I'm just rolling the dice Couldn't pass up the red beans and rice Singing Chorus: Oh, my my See them girls shake their ass Underneath the sunrise Oh, my my Taste the sugar on their lips Underneath that moonlight Well I've never met the devil with a one-eyed dog You can lead a blind man out of Vietnam Everybody's beggin, everybody wants a chance Stuck in a storm, we'll do a rain dance Chorus I'm taking my chances I'm taking my sins Throwin' 'em down the hill and i'll watch 'em come around again Watched 'em fall, watched 'em rise up to the sky A hundred miles an hour across the river to the other side Chorus |
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For what it's worth
A nickels just a nickel son Your pleasure becomes your pain It's gonna hurt Your out on the road Your just an old horse walking alone Shaken off the miles been rode Pardon me Through the valley of the shadows Wickedness unravels Some crooked man Dealing cards to an honest man Stealing up all his farming land It's a damn shame His oldest son is starving now There ain't no mule to pull the plow There ain't no rain Cause all the crops are burning dry Except for the tear in his mama's eye In her eye Everything is fine With one touch The water turns to rust Tell me who is there to trust Anymore Your falling fast You're just a rock in glass Running from your shattered past For what it's worth Said a nickels just a nickel son Your pleasure becomes your pain It's gonna hurt Your out on the road Your just an old horse walking alone Shaken off the miles been rode Pardon me Through the valley of the shadows Wickedness unravels With one touch Said the water turns to rust Tell me who is there to trust Anymore When your falling fast You're just a rock in glass Running from your shattered past Tell me all you need Is a guitar string and a bended knee A country boy, that's all you need to be Think I'm in tune Always gotta be a fucking train Sometimes I can't recall What's left of me Laughter on my back been peeled on off And the past is always catching up with me But I'm tired of stepping on memories and walking on If you could only see the best in me I wouldn't have to pick the guitar or write you a song But you only be what you can see And I guess the heart don't always come with the soul I think I'll go on and call my mama Tell her I loving you if I ever did ever drove me away It wasn't that I didn't want to stick around Just I couldn't find the courage in the bottom of the bottle to stay Well around my old man cleared up Well then tell him that everything will be okay And even if you can't give up on the drinking Well I guess I couldn't either and I still gonna love you anyways Well I called my sister out in vegas Well and tell her to roll the dice for me And if you help me I'll help you roll you a seven Well I hope you can buy you a pretty house out in la This is the best in me This is the best in me |
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