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| 4:12 | 
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Down in the holler there's a thriving town
A treasure trove that makes the world go 'round, When the city barons bring their legal papers and guns, Oh darlin', don't be afraid to run When we came to settle here we came to stay, Maybe raise a family, earn a decent wage, Now every public servant reeks of suspicion, So darlin' don't be afraid to run Darlin' don't be afraid to run, And don't turn your back on the noonday sun, Someday redemption will wash everyone, But there's no telling when that day will come So darlin' don't be afraid to run Maybe we'll rendezvous out in nowheresville, Or maybe we'll find each other runnin' still Until we reach that auspicious liaison Darlin' don't be afraid to run Darlin' don't be afraid to run, And don't turn your back on the noonday sun, The people will greet you with derision, You'll never be their model citizen So darlin' don't be afraid to run |
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| 2. |
| 3:54 |
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Come listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies, how John Lewis did murder a little Omie Wise,
He asked her to meet him at Adams's spring, said he'd bring her money and other fine things, So fool-like she met him at Adams's spring, no money he brought her nor other fine things John Lewis, John Lewis, won't you tell me your mind, do you intend to marry me or leave me behind? Little Omie, Little Omie, I will tell you my mind, my plan is to drown you and leave you behind, Have mercy on my baby and spare me my life, I'll go home as a beggar and never be your wife He hugged her and he kissed her and turned her around and threw her in deep water where he knew that she would drown, It was on one Thursday morning the rain came pouring down and they searched for Omie's body but it nowhere could be found, Two boys went a fishin' one fine summer day and they saw little Omie's body go floating away They called for John Lewis to come to that place so he could see her body and they could see his face, Though he made no confession they threw him in jail, no friend nor relation would go on his bail |
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| 3:20 | 
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| 2:36 |
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Went out last night to take a little round, I met a little Sadie and I blowed her down,
Bummed a ride home, got in to bed, 44 smokeless under my head I began to think what the deed I'd done, grabbed my hat and away'd I run, Made a good run just a little too slow, (they) overtook me in Jericho Standin' on the corner, ringin' the bell, up walks the sheriff from Thomasville Says "young man is your name Brown? 'Member that night you shot Sadie down?" Oh yes sheriff my name is Lee, I murdered little Sadie in the first degree, First degree, second degree, if you got any papers you can read 'em to me Took me downtown, dressed me in black, put me on a train and they sent me back, Had no one for to go my bail, (they) crammed me back in the county jail Judge and the jury took their stand, the judge held the paper in his right hand, 41 days, 41 nights, 41 years to wear the ball and the stripes |
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| 2:34 |
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Tired old man you're a wastin' slowly battling grey and blue,
Built your empire as a shell so nobody prays on you, Remember when you were fresh and bitter like a blossom in its bud? Struggle to keep the memories free from the sweat and blood, Just to generalize, you sleep and you rise, you fail to recognize, Like the Red Queen, you're running out of steam every mile, The highway of denial What a funny way to spend the day like a farmer deep in debt, Tending to the coming harvest, ever trying to forget, Don't you feel like you wanna run away from the mess that you've begun? Now that they won't let you make it up as you go along, Just to generalize, you sleep and you rise, you fail to recognize, Like the Red Queen, you're runnin' out of steam every mile, The highway of denial |
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| 3:53 |
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Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay,
And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they swayed, And the church choir sang hallelujah, and the vernal breeze whispered a sigh, Watch the brethren all stand, praise their God, raise your hand, Tow the bell for the Rebel's goodbye When the boots hit the dirt in formation the mood was determined and bright, And a young, hopeful boy at the station watched the train carry troops to the fight, But the generals died by assassins, the battalions dispersed on the fly, And they paid for their sins with the blood of their kin, Tow the bell for the Rebel's goodbye In the dark heathen barracks of failure where the tormenters wait for the night, And the sheltering sky hears their lost, tattered cries, Tow the bell for the Rebel's goodbye |
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| 3:37 |
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Talk about suffering here below
And let's keep a-loving Jesus. Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-following Jesus. Oh, can't you hear it, Brothers? And don't you want to go? And leave this world of sorrow And trouble here below. The gospel train is coming Oh, don't you want to go? And leave this world of sorrow And trouble here below. Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-loving Jesus. Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-following Jesus. Oh, can't you hear it, Mother? And don't you want to go? And leave this world of sorrow And trouble here below. The gospel train is coming Oh, don't you want to go? And leave this world of sorrow And trouble here below. Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-loving Jesus. Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-following Jesus. Oh, can't you hear it, Father? And don't you want to go? And leave this world of sorrow And trouble here below |
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| 3:57 |
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| 2:32 |
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My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '42 when I was just a child in Momma's arms,
My Daddy plowed the fields and prayed and did all he could do to save that broke-down Oklahoma farm, Then one night I heard my Daddy sayin' to my Momma, that he finally saved enough for us to go, California was his dream, a paradise that he had seen, the pictures and the magazines had told him so California cotton fields, where labor camps were filled with worried men and broken dreams, California cotton fields, was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came Almost everything we owned was sold or left behind, from Daddy's tools to the fruit that Momma canned, Some folks came to say farewell and see what all we had to sell, some just came to shake my Daddy's hand The model T was loaded down and California bound and the dream of hope was just four days away, But the only change that I remember seein' in my Daddy was when his brown hair turned to silver grey California cotton fields, where labor camps were filled with worried men and broken dreams, California cotton fields, was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came |
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| 2:31 |
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| 3:03 |
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Rich man, poor man, beggar or thief, no matter which one in this life you lead
If you think you've reached the top of the world just look all around and you'll see There's one more hill, just one more hill, there's always a hill left to climb If you think you've reached the top of the world the hill of judgment is still left to climb There's a hill that you build every day that you live, the deeds that we do here below And tomorrow comes when we reach up above, you may climb that mountain and reach heaven's door There's one more hill, just one more hill, there's always a hill left to climb If you think you've reached the top of the world the hill of judgment is still left to climb The hill of judgment is still left to climb |
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