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| 3:13 | 
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In the lonely shack by the railroad track
I spent my younger days And I guess the sound of the outward bound Made me a slave to my wanderin' ways. And the wayward wind is a restless wind A restless wind that yearns to wander And I was born the next of kin The next of kin to the wayward wind. Oh, I met him down in the border town He vowed we'd never part Though he tried his best to settle down Now I'm all alone with a broken heart. And the wayward wind is a restless wind A restless wind that yearns to wander And I was born the next of kin The next of kin to the wayward wind. And the wayward wind is a restless wind A restless wind that yearns to wander And I was born the next of kin The next of kin to the wayward wind. The next of kin to the wayward wind. |
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| 2. |
| 2:51 |
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When I was a younger man
Got lucky with a rock 'n' roll band Struck gold in Hollywood All that time I knew I would Get back to the country Back where it all began Get back to the country Back in the barn again. Now when we hit the road Big buses and trucks unload After the curtain falls Load up and then we all Get back to the country Back where it all began Get back to the country Back on the road again. When I was a younger man Got lucky with a rock 'n' roll band Struck gold in Hollywood All that time I knew I would Get back to the country Back where it all began Get back to the country Back in the barn again. |
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| 3:04 |
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Are there any more real cowboys
Left out in these hills? Will the fire hit the iron One more time? And will one more dusty pick-up Coming rolling down the road With a load of feed before the sun gets high? Well, I hope that working cowboy never dies. Not the one that's snortin' cocaine When the honky-tonk's all closed But the one that prays for more rain Heaven knows That the good feed brings the money And the money buys the clothes Not the diamond sequins shining on TV But the kind the working cowboy really needs. Are there any more country families Still working hand in hand Trying hard to stay together And make a stand? While the rows and rows of houses Come creepin' up on the land Where the cattle graze and an old grey barn still stands Are there any more real cowboys in this land? Are there any more real cowboys in this land? |
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| 4. |
| 3:56 |
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Once an angel
Always an angel You're as close to heaven As I'll ever be It's been six years now Since my ring slipped on your finger And those years have made A better man out of me. Once an angel Always an angel You're as close to heaven As I'll ever be. There've been times when I've treated you so badly I've done things I know You'll never understand. But you take me back Turn your eyes towards the window Where you hide the tears You don't want me to see. Once an angel Always an angel You're as close to heaven As I'll ever be. Once an angel Always an angel You're as close to heaven As I'll ever be. You're as close to heaven As I'll ever be. |
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| 5:09 |
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Up in that new space station
Living Kennedy's dream There was an automatic camera Shooting elephantine. Well the crew was relaxing Before the video screen Watching old re-runs Of Mohammed Ali. The voice of Houston callin' Brought them back to the scene Except the sky is fallin' Do you know what that means? Out on that Texas sidewalk Through the hotel mezzanine There walked a see-thru' hooker To a suite with two TVs. But by the elevator She began to sneeze With an attack so uncontrolled It brought her to her knees. And then the hotel doctor With nurse and stethoscope Announced the worst is over But for her there is no hope. Way down in South Dakota On the Needles Highway There's a lone red rider On the road today. And though his war is over He's fightin' on anyway Although he's seldom sober He's drinking whisky all day. Down in that old box canyon Where only misfits can go He rides with no companion But saloon and rodeo. Up in that new space station Living Kennedy's dream There's an automatic camera Shooting elephantine. Well the crew is relaxing Before the video screen Watching old re-runs Of Mohammed Ali. The voice of Houston callin' Brought them back to the scene Except the sky is fallin' Do you know what that means? |
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| 2:56 |
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I remember long ago
How I wondered where I'd go While the blizzards, cold wind and snow Pounded outside my window. California sunset Going down in the West All the colors in the sky Kiss another day goodbye. Land of beauty, space and light Land of promise, land of might You're my home now and it's true California, here's to you. California sunset Going down in the West All the colors in the sky Kiss another day goodbye. California sunset Going down in the West All the colors in the sky Kiss another day goodbye. The golden state! |
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| 3:08 |
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Old ways, it sure is hard to change 'em
Come what may It's hard to teach a dinosaur a new trick Lately I've been finding out I'm set in my ways Old ways, can be your ball and chain. Oh, I'm gonna stop that grass And give up all this drinking Really gonna make my life last Clean up my whole way of living Up until the party last night I was a different man But old ways got their way again. The economy was getting so bad I had to lay myself off Well, working was a habit I had So I kept showin' up anyway Then one day things turned around I got my back pay Old ways comin' through again. I got old ways. |
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| 3:37 |
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Why are you growin' up so fast
My boy? Oh, you'd better take your time. Why are you growin' up so fast My son? Almost time to live your dream My boy. Oh, you'd better take your time. Almost time to make some plans My son. Vacation gone, school is out, Summer ends year in year out. Oh, you'd better take your time My boy. I thought we had just begun. Why are you growin' up so fast My son? Vacation gone, school is out, Summer ends year in year out. Why are you growin' up so fast My boy? Why are you growin' up so fast My son? |
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| 5:49 |
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Out on the trans-Canada highway
There was a girl hitchhiking with her dog Fireflies buzzin' round her head Like candles in the fog. He was three miles down the road Tryin' to stay up, but he knew that he couldn't She was looking for a ride through the night But out there, who wouldn't. They were bound for glory Bound for living on the edge They were bound for each other Like two comets heading for a bed. She had a new way of living New way of looking at life He had an '84 International and two kids He left back home with his wife. He was tired of writin' letters to himself And living in the dark She was open to suggestions And some say she had a broken heart. He had everything he wanted 'Til it all turned out to be a job One fallen asleep trucker And a girl hitchhiking with her dog. They were bound for glory Bound for living on the edge They were bound for each other Like two comets heading for a bed. She had a new way of living New way of looking at life He had an '84 International and two kids He left back home with his wife. Out on the trans-Canada highway The sun came climbing up the cab By the time it hit the window they were wakin' up From what little sleep they had. When that heat hit the blankets They were looking for love at second sight Just starin' in each others' eyes Findin' it in the mornin' light. They were bound for glory Bound for living on the edge They were bound for each other Like two blankets layin' on a bed. She had a new way of living New way of looking at life He had an '84 International and two kids He left back home with his wife. |
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| 3:12 | 
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