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Well, I dont know why I love you like I do Nobody in the world can get along with you You got the ways of a devil sleeping in a lion's den I come home last night you wouldn't even let me in. Oh sometimes you're as sweet as nobody want to be Oh when you get the crazy notion of jumping all over me Well, you give me the blues, I guess you're satisfied When you give me the blues I wanna lay down and die. After when you had no shoes on your feet, pretty mama After when you had no food to eat Now you're that kind of woman that just don't understand You're taking all my money and give it to another man. Well, you're that kind of woman makes a man lose his brains You're that kind of woman drives me insane Well, you give me the blues, I guess you're satisfied You give me the blues, I wanna lay down and die. |
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| 3:20 |
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Rambling out of the wild west Leaving the towns I love best Thought I'd seen some ups and down 'Till I come into New York town People going down to the ground Building going up to the sky. Wintertime in New York town The wind blowing snow around Walk around with nowhere to go Somebody could freeze right to the bone I froze right to the bone New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years I didn't feel so cold then. I swung on to my old guitar Grabbed hold of a subway car And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride I landed up on the downtown side: Greenwich Village. I walked down there and ended up In one of them coffee-houses on the block Got on the stage to sing and play Man there said, Come back some other day You sound like a hillbilly We want folksingers here. Well, I got a harmonica job begun to play Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day I blowed inside out and upside down The man there said he loved my sound He was raving about he loved my sound Dollar a day's worth. After weeks and weeks of hanging around I finally got a job in New York town In a bigger place, bigger money too Even joined the Union and paid my dues. Now, a very great man once said That some people rob you with a fountain pen It don't take too long to find out Just what he was talking about A lot of people don't have much food on their table But they got a lot of forks and knives And they gotta cut something. So one morning when the sun was warm I rambled out of New York town Pulled my cap down over my eyes And heated out for the western skies So long New York Howdy, East Orange. |
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| 2:40 |
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Well, in my time of dying don't want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed. Well, meet me Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air If these wings should fail to me, Lord, won't you meet me with another girl ? Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed. Lord, in my time of dying don't want nobody to cry All I want you to do is take me when I die Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed. |
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| 3:08 |
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Man of Constant Sorrow, I've seen trouble all my days. I'll say goodbye to Colorado Where I was born and partly raised. Your mother says I'm a stranger; My face you'll never see no more. But there's one promise, darling, I'll see you on God's golden shore. Through this open world I'm about to ramble, Through ice and snows, sleet and rain, I'm about to ride that mornin' railroad, P'raps I'll die on that train. I'm going back to Colorado, The place I started from. If I'd knowed how bad you'd treat me, Honey I never would have come. Honey, if you don't think I love you Just look what a fool I been. And if you don't think I'm sinkin' Honey, look what a hole I'm in. It's a hard, hard road to travel When you can't be satisfied. I've got a rope that's hanging o'er me And the devil's at my side. |
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| 2:21 |
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I was born in dixie in a boomer's shack,
Just a little shanty by the railroad track Freight train was comin' I had to cry, Hummin all the drivers with my lullaby I've got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo) Oh, lawdy mama got 'em on the bottom of my ramblin' shoes And when the whistle blows, I gotta go Baby don't you know It looks like I'm never gonna lose The freight train blues. Well, my daddy was a fireman in a house out here She was the only daughter of the engineer Sweetheart of the brakeman, that ain't no joke It's a shame the way she keeps a good man broke. I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo) Oh, lawdy I got 'em in the bottom of my ramblin' shoes And when the whistle blows, I gotta go Oh mama don't you know It looks like I'm never gonna lose The freight train blues. Well, the only thing that makes you laugh again Is a south bound whistle on a south bound train Ev'ry place I want to go I never go because you know Because I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo) Oh, lawdy mama, got 'em on the bottom of my ramblin' shoes |
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| 3:24 |
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I've been around this whole country But I never yet found Fenneario. Well, as we marched down, as we marched down Well, as we marched down to Fennerio' Well, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove Her name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O Well, what will your mother say, what will your mother say What will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O What will your mother say to know you're going away You're never, never, never coming back-io ? Come a-running down your stairs Come a-running down your stairs Come a-running down your stairs, Pretty Peggy-O Come a-running down your stairs Combing back your yellow hair You're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io. The lieutenant he has gone The lieutenant he has gone The lieutenant he has gone, Pretty Peggy-O The lieutenant he has gone, long gone He's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo. Well, our captain he is dead, our captain he is dead Our captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O Well, our captain he is dead, died for a maid He's buried somewhere in Louisiana-O. |
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| 2:53 |
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Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door If I don't get the girl I'm loving Won't go down to Highway 51 no more. Well, I know that highway like I know my hand Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand Running from up Wisconsin way down to no man's land. Well, if I should die before my time should come And if I die before my time should come Won't you bury my body out on the Highway 51. Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door I said, Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door If I don't get the girl I'm loving Won't go own to Highway 51 no more. |
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| 1:46 | 
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| 2:36 |
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Baby let me follow you down Baby let me follow you down Well i'll do anything in this god almighty world If you'll just let me follow you down Can i come home with you? I said can i come home with you? Well i'll do anything in this god almighty world If you'll just let me follow you down. I'll buy you a diamond ring. I'll buy you a wedding gown And i'll do anything in this god almighty world If you'll just let me follow you down |
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| 5:19 |
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There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one. My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk. He fills his glasses up to the brim and he'll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town . Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun. Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain. I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun. There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one. |
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| 2:19 |
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I was born in dixie in a boomer's shack, Just a little shanty by the railroad track Freight train was comin' I had to cry, Hummin all the drivers with my lullaby I've got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo) Oh, lawdy mama got 'em on the bottom of my ramblin' shoes And when the whistle blows, I gotta go Baby don't you know It looks like I'm never gonna lose The freight train blues. Well, my daddy was a fireman in a house out here She was the only daughter of the engineer Sweetheart of the brakeman, that ain't no joke It's a shame the way she keeps a good man broke. I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo) Oh, lawdy I got 'em in the bottom of my ramblin' shoes And when the whistle blows, I gotta go Oh mama don't you know It looks like I'm never gonna lose The freight train blues. Well, the only thing that makes you laugh again Is a south bound whistle on a south bound train Ev'ry place I want to go I never go because you know Because I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo) Oh, lawdy mama, got 'em on the bottom of my ramblin' shoes |
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| 2:43 |
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I'm out here a thousand miles from my home, Walkin' a road other men have gone down. I'm seein' your world of people and things, Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings. Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song 'Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along. Seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn, It looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born. Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know All the things that I'm a-sayin' an' a-many times more. I'm a-singin' you the song, but I can't sing enough, 'Cause there's not many men that done the things that you've done. Here's to Cisco an' Sonny an' Leadbelly too, An' to all the good people that traveled with you. Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men That come with the dust and are gone with the wind. I'm a-leaving' tomorrow, but I could leave today, Somewhere down the road someday. The very last thing that I'd want to do Is to say I've been hittin' some hard travelin' too. |
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| 2:43 |
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Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask for you Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask for you There's just one kind of favor I'll ask for you You can see that my grave is kept clean. And there's two white horses following me And there's two white horses following me I got two white horses following me Waiting on my burying ground. Did you ever hear that coffin sound Did you ever hear that coffin sound Did you ever hear that coffin sound Means another poor boy is underground. Did you ever hear them church bells toll Did you ever hear them church bells toll Did you ever hear them church bells toll Means another poor boy is dead and gone. And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold Now I believe what the Bible told. There's just one last favor I'll ask for you And there's one last favor I'll ask for you There's just one last favor I'll ask for you See that my grave is kept clean. |
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