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Well, I've got to run to keep from hiding,
And I'm bound to keep on riding. And I've got one more silver dollar, But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no, Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider. And I don't own the clothes I'm wearing, And the road goes on forever, And I've got one more silver dollar, But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider. And I've gone by the point of caring, Some old bed I'll soon be sharing, And I've got one more silver dollar, But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider. But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider. But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider. But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider. |
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Don't care how long you go,
I don't care how long you stay, it's good kind treatment, bring you home someday. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Now you keep on bettin', that the dice won't pass. Well I know, and I know, whoa, oh you're livin' too fast. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Yeah, I'll tell everybody, in my neighborhood. You're a kind little woman, but you don't do me no good. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. I know you're leaving, if you call that's gone. Oh without my lovin' yeah, oh, you can't stay long. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. - 간 주 중 - Well good bye baby, yeah well take my hand. I don't want no woman no, who can't have no man. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Trouble no more. Oh yeah... yeah babe. |
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I've been run down and I've been lied to.
And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool. She took all my money, wrecks my new car. Now she's with one of my good time buddies, They're drinkin in some cross-town bar. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool. But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you. Drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done. But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same, And I can't run. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. |
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Just one more mornin'
I had to wake up with the blues Pulled myself outta bed, yeah Put on my walkin' shoes, Went up on the mountain, To see what I could see, The whole world was fallin', right down in front of me. 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah Baby. Ahh help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. - 간 주 중 - Pull myself together, put on a new face, Climb down off the hilltop, baby, Get back in the race. 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah Baby. Ahh help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. - 간 주 중 - Pull myself together, put on a new face, Climb down off the hilltop, baby, Get back in the race. 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah Baby. Ahh help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. |
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Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing,
It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no. Don't fly, mister blue bird, I'm just walking down the road, Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know CHORUS You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day. Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way, Turn your love my way, yeah. Good old sunday morning, bells are ringing everywhere. Goin to Carolina, it won't be long and I'll be there CHORUS |
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Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast, Knowing many, loving none, Bearing sorrow, having fun. But, back home he'll always run, To sweet Melissa. Mmmm-hmmm. Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same. And no one knows the gypsy's name, And no one hears his lonely sighs, There are no blankets where he lies. Lord, in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies, With sweet Melissa. Mmmm-hmmm. Again, the mornin's come. Again, he's on the run. A sunbeam's shinin through his hair. Fear not to have a care. Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on. Roll on. Crossroads, will you ever let him go? Lord, Lord. Or will you hide the dead man's ghost? Or will he lie, beneath the clay? Or will his spirit float away? But, I know that he won't stay, Without Melissa. Yes, I know that he won't stay, yeah, Without Melissa. Lord, Lord, it's all the same. Mmmmm-hmmmmm. |
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