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| 2:54 | ||||
You're my sweet blue-eyed darling
And my love belongs to you All I ask of you my darling (All I ask, my darling) Is love me good and be true (You love me good and be true) Days come and go and I still love you And I see your smiling face Tell me love, that you need me And no one's gonna take my place You're my sweet blue-eyed darling And my love belongs to you All I ask of you my darling (All I ask, my darling) Is love me good and be true (You love me good and be true) And today, I need an answer And I want to hear you say You don't belong to another And in my arms you're gonna to stay You're my sweet blue-eyed darling And my love belongs to you All I ask of you my darling (All I ask, my darling) Is love me good and be true (You love me good and be true) You're my sweet blue-eyed darling And my love belongs to you All I ask of you my darling (All I ask of you my darling, my darling) Is love me good and be true (You love me good and be true, my darling) Is love me good and be true (You love me good and be true) |
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2. |
| 2:33 | ||||
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summers almost gone, winters coming on I've laid around and played around this old town too long And I feel like I've gotta travel on Poppa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home Johnny can't come home, no, Johnny can't come home Poppa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home Cause he's been on this chain gang too long * Refrain High sheriff and police riding after me Riding after me, yes, coming after me High sheriff and police riding after me And I feel like I've gotta travel on * Refrain Want to see my honey, want to see her bad Want to see her bad, oh, want to see her bad Want to see my honey, want to see her bad She's the best gal this poor boy ever had * Refrain |
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3. |
| 1:53 | ||||
4. |
| 2:57 | ||||
Crying holy unto the Lord
Crying holy unto the Lord Oh, if I could I surely would Stand on the rock where Moses stood Sinners, run and hide your face Sinners, run and hide your face Go and run into the rocks and hide your face The rocks got no hiding place Crying holy unto the Lord Crying holy unto the Lord Oh, if I could I surely would Stand on the rock where Moses stood Lord, I ain't no sinner now Lord, I ain't no sinner now I've been to the river and I've been baptized And I ain't no sinner now Crying holy unto the Lord Crying holy unto the Lord Oh, if I could I surely would Stand on the rock where Moses stood Lord, I ain't no stranger now Lord, I ain't no stranger now I've been introduced to the Father and the Son And I ain't no stranger now Crying holy unto the Lord Crying holy unto the Lord Oh, if I could I surely would Stand on the rock where Moses stood |
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5. |
| 2:50 | ||||
The lonesome sigh of a train going by
Makes me want to stop and cry I recall the day it took you away I'm blue, I'm lonesome too When I hear that whistle blow I want to pack my suitcase and go The lonesome sound of a train going by Makes me want to stop and cry In the still of the night in the pale moonlight The wind, it moans and cry These lonesome blues I just can't lose I'm blue, I'm lonesome too |
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6. |
| 2:25 | ||||
Back in the days of my childhood
In the evening when everything was still I used to sit and listen to the foxhounds With my dad in the old Kentucky hills I'm on my way back to the old home The road winds on up the hill But there's no light in the window That shined long ago where I live Soon my childhood days were over I had to leave my old home For dad and mother were called to heaven I's left in this world all alone High in the hills of old Kentucky Stands the fondest spot in my memory I'm on my way back to the old home The light in the window I long to see |
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7. |
| 2:44 | ||||
Oh the people would come from far away
They'd dance all night till the break of day When the caller hollered "do-se-do" You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go Late in the evening about sundown High on the hill and above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ring You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing He played an old piece he called "Soldier's Joy" And the one called "The Boston Boy" The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn" To me that's where the fiddle begins I'll never forget that mournful day When Uncle Pen was called away They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow They knew it was time for him to go |
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8. |
| 2:37 | ||||
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' Rawhide, ha, ha Keep rollin', rollin', rollin' Though the streams are swollen Keep them dogies rollin', rawhide Through rain and wind and weather Hell bent for leather Wishin' my gal was by my side All the things I'm missin' Good vittles, love and kissin' Are waitin' at the end of my ride Move 'em out, head 'em up Head 'em up, move 'em on Move 'em out, head 'em up Rawhide Cut 'em out, ride 'em in Ride 'em in, cut 'em out Cut 'em out, ride 'em in Rawhide, ha, ha Keep movin', movin', movin' Though they're disapprovin' Keep them dogies movin', rawhide Don't try to understand 'em Just rope an' throw an' brand 'em Soon we'll be livin' high and wide My heart's calculatin' My true love will be waitin' Waitin' at the end of my ride Move 'em out, head 'em up Head 'em up, move 'em on Move 'em out, head 'em up Rawhide Cut 'em out, ride 'em in Ride 'em in, cut 'em out Cut 'em out, ride 'em in Rawhide (Rollin', rollin', rollin') (Rollin', rollin', rollin') Ha (Rollin', rollin', rollin') Ha (Rollin', rollin', rollin') Rawhide, ha Rawhide |
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9. |
| 2:47 | ||||
Traveling down this long lonesome highway
I'm so lonesome I could cry Memories of how we once loved each other And now we are saying good-bye. On and on I'll follow my darling And I wonder where she can be On and on I'll follow my darling And I wonder if she ever thinks of me. I've cried I've cried for you little darling It breaks my heart to hear your name My friends they also love you my darling And they think that I am to blame. I have to follow you my darling I can't sleep when the sun goes down By your side is my destination The road is clear and that's where I'm bound. |
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10. |
| 2:12 | ||||
McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled
Doc said, "McKinley I can't find the cause You're bound to die, you're bound to die" Doc told the horse, he'd throw down his rein He said to the horse, "You gotta outrun the train From Buffalo to Washington" The Doc came a-running, he took off his specs He said, "Mr McKinley better cash in your checks You've bound to die, you're bound to die" Look here, you rascal, you see what you've done You shot down my husband and I've got your gun I'm carrying you back, to Washington Roosevelt's in the White House, he's doing his best McKinley's in the graveyard, he's taking his rest He's gone, for a long time |
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11. |
| 2:20 | ||||
12. |
| 2:39 | ||||
13. |
| 2:21 | ||||
I was a rover, on land and on sea
'Til a good woman's love made a new man of me Life had no meaning, it was so incomplete 'Til a good woman's love put me back on my feet Still a-roamin' I go home in the evening And she's waiting there And I know that no matter what happens She'll always care And when night falls and the moon shines above I'm a man with a dream and a good woman's love |
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| 2:15 | ||||
15. |
| 2:30 | ||||
I'm going down this road feeling bad
I'm going down this road feeling bad I'm going down this road feeling bad, lord, lord And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way I'm down in the jailhouse on my knees Down in the jailhouse on my knees Down in the jailhouse on my knees, lord, lord And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way They feed me on corn bread and beans They feed me on corn bread and beans They feed me on corn bread and beans, lord, lord And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way Got two dollar shoes on my feet Got two dollar shoes on my feet Two dollar shoes they hurt my feet, lord, lord And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my foot It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my foot It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my foot, Great God And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way I'm going where the weather fits my clothes I'm going where the weather fits my clothes I'm going where the weather fits my clothes, lord lord And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way |
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16. |
| 2:24 | ||||
When I left old Kentucky
Linda kissed me and she cried I told her that I would not wander I'd be back by and by [Chorus] I'm going back to old Kentucky There to see my Linda Lou I'm going back to old Kentucky Where the skies are always blue Linda Lou she is a beauty Those pretty brown eyes I loved so well I'm going back to old Kentucky Never more to say farewell [Chorus] Linda Lou you know I love you I long for you each night and day When the roses bloom in old Kentucky I'll be coming back to stay [Chorus] |
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17. |
| 2:24 | ||||
18. |
| 3:05 | ||||
19. |
| 3:05 | ||||
See that train coming round the bend
Carrying the one that I love Her beautiful body is still here on earth But her soul has been called up above Body and soul, body and soul That's how she loved me, with body and soul Her beautiful hair was the purest of gold Her eyes were as blue as the sea Her lips were the color of summer's red rose And she promised she would always love me Body and soul, body and soul That's how she loved me, with body and soul Tomorrow as the sun sinks low The shadows will cover her face Her last sun goes down, she's laid beneath the ground And my teardrops are fallin' like rain Body and soul, body and soul That's how she loved me, with body and soul That's how she loved me, with body and soul |
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20. |
| 3:04 | ||||
We were waltzing that night in Kentucky
'Neath the beautiful harvest moon And I was the boy who was lucky But it all ended too soon As I sit here alone in the moonlight I can see your smiling face And I long once more for your embrace In that beautiful Kentucky waltz |
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21. |
| 3:17 | ||||
22. |
| 4:11 | ||||
23. |
| 2:43 | ||||
I'm a working on building
I'm a working on building I'm a working on building For my Lord, for my Lord It's a holy ghost building It's a holy ghost building It's a holy ghost building For my Lord, for my Lord If I was a gambler, I tell you what I'd do I'd quit my gambling and I'd work on the building, too I'm a working on building I'm a working on building For my Lord, for my Lord It's a holy ghost building It's a holy ghost building It's a holy ghost building For my Lord, for my Lord If I was a drunkard I tell you what I would do I'd quit my drinking and I'd work on the building too I'm a working on building I'm a working on building For my Lord, for my Lord It's a holy ghost building It's a holy ghost building It's a holy ghost building For my Lord, for my Lord If I was a preacher I tell you what I would do I would keep on preaching and work on the building too I'm a working on building I'm a working on building For my Lord, for my Lord It's a holy ghost building It's a holy ghost building It's a holy ghost building For my Lord, for my Lord |
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24. |
| 4:39 | ||||