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I pulled out my Stage Coach Times
And I read the latest news I tapped my feet in dumb surprise And of course I saw they knew The Pinkertons pulled out my bags And asked me for my name I stuttered out my answer And hung my head in shame Now they've found me At last they've found me It's hard to run From a starving family Now they've found me Well I won't run I'm tired of hearing There goes a well-known gun Now I've seen this chain gang Lord I say let me see my priest I couldn't have faced your desert sand Old burning brown backed beast The poor house they hit me for my kin And claimed my crumbling walls Now I know how Reno felt When he ran from the law Now they've found me At last they've found me It's hard to run From a starving family Now they've found me Well I won't run I'm tired of hearing There goes a well-known gun Now they've found me Lord I say at last they've found me It's hard to run From a starving family Lord I say now they've found me Well I won't run I'm tired of hearing There goes a well-known gun Lord I say now they've found me At last they've found me It's hard to run From a starving family Now they've found me I won't run I'm tired of hearing There goes a well-known gun |
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| 2. |
| 3:25 |
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In the quiet silent seconds I turned off the light switch
And I came down to meet you in the half light the moon left While a cluster of night jars sang some songs out of tune A mantle of bright light shone down from a room Come down in time I still hear her say So clear in my ear like it was today Come down in time was the message she gave Come down in time and I'll meet you half way Well I don't know if I should have hear her as yet But a true love like hers is a hard love to get And I've walked most all the way and I ain't heard her call And I'm getting to thinking if she's coming at all Come down in time I still hear her say So clear in my ear like it was today Come down in time was the message she gave Come down in time and I'll meet you half way There are women and women, and some hold you tight While some leave you counting the stars in the night. |
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| 3. |
| 5:06 |
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Soon the pines will be falling everywhere Village children fight each other for a share And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week I saw grandma yesterday down at the store Well she's really going fine for eighty four Well she asked me if sometime I'd fix her barn Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm And it's good old country comfort in my bones Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown Country comfort's in a truck that's going home Down at the well they've got a new machine The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day And it's good old country comfort in my bones Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown Country comfort's in a truck that's going back home And it's good old country comfort in my bones Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown Country comfort's in a truck that's going back home Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks The hedgehog's done in clay between the bricks And the rocking chair's creaking on the porch Across the valley moves the herdsman with his torch And it's good old country comfort in my bones Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown Country comfort's in a truck that's going home Country comfort's in a truck that's going back home Country comfort's in a truck that's going back home |
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| 4. |
| 3:46 |
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I'll catch the tramline in the morning
With your leave Van Bushell said He had further heard the cock crow As he stumbled out the shed Then blind Joseph came towards him With a shotgun in his arms He said you'll pay me twenty dollars Before you leave my farm Van Bushell saw the hook Which replaced Joseph's hand He said now calm you down my brother Let's discuss this man to man It's no good you getting angry We must try to act our age You're pursuing your convictions Like some hermit in a cage You're the son of your father Try a little bit harder Do for me as he would do for you With blood and water bricks and mortar He built for you a home You're the son of your father So treat me as your own Well slowly Joseph well he lowered the rifle And he emptied out the shells Van Bushell he came towards him He shook his arm and wished him well He said now hey blind man that is fine But I sure can't waste my time So move aside and let me go my way I've got a train to ride Well Joseph turned around His grin was now a frown He said let me just refresh your mind Your manners boy seem hard to find Well there's two men lying dead as nails On an East Virginia farm For charity's an argument That only leads to harm So be careful when they're kind to you Don't you end up in the dirt Just remember what I'm saying to you And you likely won't get hurt |
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| 5. |
| 6:18 |
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From this day on I own my father's gun
We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun I laid his broken body down beneath the Southern land It wouldn't do to bury him where any Yankee stands I'll take my horse and I'll ride the northern plain To wear the color of the greys and join the fight again I'll not rest until I know the cause is fought and won From this day on until I die I'll wear my father's gun [Chorus] I'd like to know where the riverboat sails tonight To New Orleans well that's just fine alright Cause there's fighting there and the company needs men So slip us a rope and sail on round the bend As soon as this is over we'll go home To plant the seeds of justice in our bones To watch the children growing and see the women sewing There'll be laughter when the bells of freedom ring [Chorus] |
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| 6. |
| 4:11 |
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I took myself a blue canoe And I floated like a leaf Dazzling, dancing Half enchanted In my Merlin sleep Crazy was the feeling Restless were my eyes Insane they took the paddles My arms they paralysed So where to now St. Peter If it's true I'm in your hands I may not be a Christian But I've done all one man can I understand I'm on the road Where all that was is gone So where to now St. Peter Show me which road I'm on Which road I'm on It took a sweet young foreign gun This lazy life is short Something for nothing always ending With a bad report Dirty was the daybreak Sudden was the change In such a silent place as this Beyond the rifle range So where to now St. Peter If it's true I'm in your hands I may not be a Christian But I've done all one man can I understand I'm on the road Where all that was is gone So where to now St. Peter Show me which road I'm on Which road I'm on I took myself a blue canoe |
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| 7. |
| 3:40 |
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The words I have to say
May well be simple but they're true Until you give your love There's nothing more that we can do Love is the opening door Love is what we came here for No one could offer you more Do you know what I mean Have your eyes really seen You say it's very hard To leave behind the life we knew But there's no other way And now it's really up to you Love is the key we must turn Truth is the flame we must burn Freedom the lesson we must learn Do you know what I mean Have your eyes really seen |
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| 8. |
| 4:56 |
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Lately I've been thinking how much I miss my lady
Amoreena's in the cornfield brightening the daybreak Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours Rolling through the hay like a puppy child And when it rains the rain falls down Washing out the cattle town And she's far away somewhere in her eiderdown And she dreams of crystal streams Of days gone by when we would lean Laughing fit to burst upon each other I can see you sitting eating apples in the evening The fruit juice flowing slowly, slowly, slowly Down the bronze of your body Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours Rolling through the hay like a puppy child Oh if only I could nestle in the cradle of your cabin My arms around your shoulders the windows wide and open While the swallow and the sycamore are playing in the valley Oh I miss you Amoreena like a king bee misses honey Lately I've been thinking how much I miss my lady Amoreena's in the cornfield brightening the daybreak Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours Rolling through the hay like a puppy child |
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| 9. |
| 4:04 |
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Why hello, say can I buy you another glass of beer
Well thanks a lot that's kind of you, it's nice to know you care These days there's so much going on No one seems to want to know I may be just an old soldier to some But I know how it feels to grow old Yeah that's right, you can see me here most every night You'll always see me staring at the walls and at the lights Funny I remember oh it's years ago I'd say I'd stand at that bar with my friends who've passed away And drink three times the beer that I can drink today Yes I know how it feels to grow old I know what they're saying son There goes old man Joe again Well I may be mad at that I've seen enough To make a man go out his brains Well do they know what it's like To have a graveyard as a friend Cause that's where they are boy, all of them Don't seem likely I'll get friends like that again Well it's time I moved off But it's been great just listening to you And I might even see you next time I'm passing through You're right there's so much going on No one seems to want to know So keep well, keep well old friend And have another drink on me Just ignore all the others you got your memories You got your memories |
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| 10. |
| 6:19 |
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You tell me there's an angel in your tree
Did he say he'd come to call on me For things are getting desperate in our home Living in the parish of the restless folks I know Everybody now bring your family down to the riverside Look to the east to see where the fat stock hide Behind four walls of stone the rich man sleeps It's time we put the flame torch to their keep Burn down the mission If we're gonna stay alive Watch the black smoke fly to heaven See the red flame light the sky Burn down the mission Burn it down to stay alive It's our only chance of living Take all you need to live inside Deep in the woods the squirrels are out today My wife cried when they came to take me away But what more could I do just to keep her warm Than burn burn burn burn down the mission walls |
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In the quiet silent seconds I turned off the light switch
And I came down to meet you in the half light the moon left While a cluster of night jars sang some songs out of tune A mantle of bright light shone down from a room Come down in time I still hear her say So clear in my ear like it was today Come down in time was the message she gave Come down in time and I'll meet you half way Well I don't know if I should have hear her as yet But a true love like hers is a hard love to get And I've walked most all the way and I ain't heard her call And I'm getting to thinking if she's coming at all Come down in time I still hear her say So clear in my ear like it was today Come down in time was the message she gave Come down in time and I'll meet you half way There are women and women, and some hold you tight While some leave you counting the stars in the night. |
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I'll catch the tramline in the morning
With your leave Van Bushell said He had further heard the cock crow As he stumbled out the shed Then blind Joseph came towards him With a shotgun in his arms He said you'll pay me twenty dollars Before you leave my farm Van Bushell saw the hook Which replaced Joseph's hand He said now calm you down my brother Let's discuss this man to man It's no good you getting angry We must try to act our age You're pursuing your convictions Like some hermit in a cage You're the son of your father Try a little bit harder Do for me as he would do for you With blood and water bricks and mortar He built for you a home You're the son of your father So treat me as your own Well slowly Joseph well he lowered the rifle And he emptied out the shells Van Bushell he came towards him He shook his arm and wished him well He said now hey blind man that is fine But I sure can't waste my time So move aside and let me go my way I've got a train to ride Well Joseph turned around His grin was now a frown He said let me just refresh your mind Your manners boy seem hard to find Well there's two men lying dead as nails On an East Virginia farm For charity's an argument That only leads to harm So be careful when they're kind to you Don't you end up in the dirt Just remember what I'm saying to you And you likely won't get hurt |
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Why hello, say can I buy you another glass of beer
Well thanks a lot that's kind of you, it's nice to know you care These days there's so much going on No one seems to want to know I may be just an old soldier to some But I know how it feels to grow old Yeah that's right, you can see me here most every night You'll always see me staring at the walls and at the lights Funny I remember oh it's years ago I'd say I'd stand at that bar with my friends who've passed away And drink three times the beer that I can drink today Yes I know how it feels to grow old I know what they're saying son There goes old man Joe again Well I may be mad at that I've seen enough To make a man go out his brains Well do they know what it's like To have a graveyard as a friend Cause that's where they are boy, all of them Don't seem likely I'll get friends like that again Well it's time I moved off But it's been great just listening to you And I might even see you next time I'm passing through You're right there's so much going on No one seems to want to know So keep well, keep well old friend And have another drink on me Just ignore all the others you got your memories You got your memories |
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Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin I'm moving out of Tombstone, yeah with the sun behind my back I'm tired of people talking of things that I lack Ever since a week ago, the day he passed away I've been taking too much notice of the things they've had to say And all they say is you ain't half the man he used to be He had strength and he worked his life to feed his family So if that's the way it has to be, I'll say goodbye to you I'm not the guy, or so it seems to fill my old man's shoes Like I'm a wicked way of life, the kind that should be tamed They'd like to see me locked in jail and tied up in their chains Oh it's hard and I can't see what they want me to do Lord, Lord They seem to think I should step into the old man's shoes |
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I can see very well
There's a boat on the reef with a broken back And I can see it very well There's a joke and I know it very well It's one of those that I told you long ago Take my word I'm a madman don't you know Once a fool had a good part in the play If it's so would I still be here today It's quite peculiar in a funny sort of way They think it's very funny everything I say Get a load of him, he's so insane You better get your coat dear It looks like rain We'll come again next Thursday afternoon The In-laws hope they'll see you very soon But is it in your conscience that you're after Another glimpse of the madman across the water I can see very well There's a boat on the reef with a broken back And I can see it very well There's a joke and I know it very well It's one of those that I told you long ago Take my word I'm a madman don't you know The ground's a long way down but I need more Is the nightmare black or are the windows painted Will they come again next week Can my mind really take it We'll come again next Thursday afternoon The In-laws hope they'll see you very soon But is it in your conscience that you're after Another glimpse of the madman across the water |
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Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin I'm moving out of Tombstone, yeah with the sun behind my back I'm tired of people talking of things that I lack Ever since a week ago, the day he passed away I've been taking too much notice of the things they've had to say And all they say is you ain't half the man he used to be He had strength and he worked his life to feed his family So if that's the way it has to be, I'll say goodbye to you I'm not the guy, or so it seems to fill my old man's shoes Like I'm a wicked way of life, the kind that should be tamed They'd like to see me locked in jail and tied up in their chains Oh it's hard and I can't see what they want me to do Lord, Lord They seem to think I should step into the old man's shoes |
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From this day on I own my father's gun
We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun I laid his broken body down beneath the Southern land It wouldn't do to bury him where any Yankee stands I'll take my horse and I'll ride the northern plain To wear the color of the greys and join the fight again I'll not rest until I know the cause is fought and won From this day on until I die I'll wear my father's gun [Chorus] I'd like to know where the riverboat sails tonight To New Orleans well that's just fine alright Cause there's fighting there and the company needs men So slip us a rope and sail on round the bend As soon as this is over we'll go home To plant the seeds of justice in our bones To watch the children growing and see the women sewing There'll be laughter when the bells of freedom ring [Chorus] |
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I pulled out my Stage Coach Times
And I read the latest news I tapped my feet in dumb surprise And of course I saw they knew The Pinkertons pulled out my bags And asked me for my name I stuttered out my answer And hung my head in shame Now they've found me At last they've found me It's hard to run From a starving family Now they've found me Well I won't run I'm tired of hearing There goes a well-known gun Now I've seen this chain gang Lord I say let me see my priest I couldn't have faced your desert sand Old burning brown backed beast The poor house they hit me for my kin And claimed my crumbling walls Now I know how Reno felt When he ran from the law Now they've found me At last they've found me It's hard to run From a starving family Now they've found me Well I won't run I'm tired of hearing There goes a well-known gun Now they've found me Lord I say at last they've found me It's hard to run From a starving family Lord I say now they've found me Well I won't run I'm tired of hearing There goes a well-known gun Lord I say now they've found me At last they've found me It's hard to run From a starving family Now they've found me I won't run I'm tired of hearing There goes a well-known gun |
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You tell me there's an angel in your tree
Did he say he'd come to call on me For things are getting desperate in our home Living in the parish of the restless folks I know Everybody now bring your family down to the riverside Look to the east to see where the fat stock hide Behind four walls of stone the rich man sleeps It's time we put the flame torch to their keep Burn down the mission If we're gonna stay alive Watch the black smoke fly to heaven See the red flame light the sky Burn down the mission Burn it down to stay alive It's our only chance of living Take all you need to live inside Deep in the woods the squirrels are out today My wife cried when they came to take me away But what more could I do just to keep her warm Than burn burn burn burn down the mission walls |
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Lately I've been thinking how much I miss my lady
Amoreena's in the cornfield brightening the daybreak Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours Rolling through the hay like a puppy child And when it rains the rain falls down Washing out the cattle town And she's far away somewhere in her eiderdown And she dreams of crystal streams Of days gone by when we would lean Laughing fit to burst upon each other I can see you sitting eating apples in the evening The fruit juice flowing slowly, slowly, slowly Down the bronze of your body Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours Rolling through the hay like a puppy child Oh if only I could nestle in the cradle of your cabin My arms around your shoulders the windows wide and open While the swallow and the sycamore are playing in the valley Oh I miss you Amoreena like a king bee misses honey Lately I've been thinking how much I miss my lady Amoreena's in the cornfield brightening the daybreak Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours Rolling through the hay like a puppy child |
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