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| 1. |
| 3:12 | 
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All the tired horses in the sun
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm. |
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| 2. |
| 2:57 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:24 |
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| 4. |
| 5:27 |
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I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise ? I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign And all the people say, "There goes Tom Moore, in the days of '49" In the days of old, in the days of gold How oft'times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49 In the days of old, in the days of gold How oft'times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight And every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49 In the days of old, in the days of gold How oft'times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. There was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind In the game with death Bill lost his breath, in the days of '49 In the days of old, in the days of gold How oft'times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. There was Ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and I guess he's roaring yet One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49 In the days of old, in the days of gold How oft'times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. Of the comrades all that I've had, there's none that's left to boast And I'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost And I pass by from town to town, they call me a rambling sign "There goes Tom Moore, a bummer shore in the days of '49 " In the days of old, in the days of gold How oft'times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. |
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| 5. |
| 3:34 |
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In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved one so In the early morning rain with nowhere to go Out on runway number nine big 707 set to go I'm stuck here on the ground where the cold winds blow The liquor tasted good and the women all are fast There she goes my friend, she's rolling down at last Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound far above the clouds she'll fly Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines She'll be flying over my home in about three hours' time This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me 'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground cold and drunk as I might be You can't hop a jetplane like you can a freight train So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain |
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| 6. |
| 2:28 |
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Went out last night to take a little round.
I met my little Sadie and I brought her down. I ran right home and I went to bed With a forty-four smokeless under my head. I began to think what a deed I'd done. I grabbed my hat and I began to run. I made a god run but I ran too slow; They overtook me down in Jericho Standing on a corner a ringin' my bell, Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville. He said 'Young man is you name Brown? Remember you blowed Sadie down." "Oh yes sir, my name is Lee. I murdered little Sadie in the first degree. First degree and second degree. If you've got any papers will you serve them to me?" Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black, They put me on a train and they sent me back. I had no one to go my bail; They crammed me back into the county jail. Oh, yes they did. The judge and the jury they took their stand. The judge had the papers in his right hand. Forty-one days, forty-one nights; Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes; Oh, no! Went out last night to take a little round. I met little Sadie and I blowed her down. I ran right home and I went to bed, A forty-four smokeless under my head. |
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| 7. |
| 3:01 |
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I bless the day I found you
I want my arms around you And so I beg you: Let it be me. Don't take this heaven from one If you must cling someone Now and forever, let it be me. Each time we meet, love I find complete love Without your sweet love, what would life be ? So never leave me lonely Tell me that you love me only And say you'll always let it be me. |
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| 8. |
| 2:00 |
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Went out last night to take a little round.
I met my little Sadie and I brought her down. I ran right home and I went to bed With a forty-four smokeless under my head. I began to think what a deed I'd done, I grabbed my hat and I began to run. I made a god run but I ran too slow; They overtook me down in Jericho Standing on a corner ringin' my bell, Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville. He said "Young man is you name Brown? Remember the night you blowed Little Sadie down." "Oh, yes sir, my name is Lee. I murdered little Sadie in the first degree. First degree and second degree, If you've got any papers will you serve them to me?" Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black. They put me on a train and they brought me back. I had no one for to go my bail; They crammed me back into the county jail. The judge and the jury they took their stand. The judge had the papers in his right hand. Forty-one days, forty-one nights; Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes. |
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| 9. |
| 2:07 |
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| 10. |
| 2:30 |
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One evening for pleasure I rambled to view
The fair fields all alone Down by the banks of Loch Eiron Where beauty and pleasure were known. I spied a fair maid at her labour Which caused me to stay for a while And I thought of a goddess to beauty Bloomin' bright star of Bright Isle. I humbled myself to her beauty "Fair maiden, where do you belong ? Are you from heaven descended Abiding in Cupid's fair throne ?" "Young man, I will tell you a secret It's true I'm a maid that is poor And to part from my vows and my promise Is more than my heart can endure. Therefore I remain at my service And go through all my hardship and toil And wait for the lad that has left me All alone on the banks of Belle Isle" "Young maiden I wish not to banter It's true I come here in disguise I came here to fulfil our last promise And hope to give you a surprise. I've known you're a maid I love dearly And you've been in my heart all the while For me there is no other damsel Than my bloomin' bright star of Belle Isle" |
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| 11. |
| 2:43 |
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Since you've been gone,
I've been walking around With my head bowed down to my shoes. I've been living the blues Ev'ry night without you. I don't have to go far To know where you are, Strangers all give me the news. I've been living the blues Ev'ry night without you. I think that it's best, I soon get some rest And forget my pride. But I can't deny This feeling that I Carry for you deep down inside. If you see me this way, You'd come back and you'd stay, Oh, how could you refuse. I've been living the blues Ev'ry night without you |
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| 12. |
| 5:18 |
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Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh about Everybody that was a-hangin' out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging your next meal How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Ah, you've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street And now you're gonna have to get used to it You say you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say, "Do you want to make a deal?" How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home A complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Ah, you never turned around to see the frowns On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal? How does it feel How does it feel To have on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Ah, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all precious gifts, but you'd better take your diamond ring You'd better pawn it, babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you ain't got nothin', you got nothin' to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal How does it feel Ah, how does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? |
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| 13. |
| 3:35 |
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| 14. |
| 3:08 |
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Done laid around, done stayed around, this old town too long
Summmer's almost gone, winter's comin on Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long And it seems like I gotta travel on. And it seems like I gotta travel on. Papa writes to Johnny, Johnny can't come home Johnny can't come home, Johnny can't come home Papa writes to Johnny, Johnny can't come home Johnny's been out on the road too long (Chorus) That chilly wind will soon begin and I'll be on my way Going home to stay, Going home to stay That chilly wind will soon begin and I'll be on my way And I feel like I just wanna travel on (Chorus) There's a lonesome freight at six'o eight, a comin through the town I'll be homeward bound, I'll be homeward bound A lonesome freight at six'o eight comin on through the town And I'll feel like I just a want to travel on (Chorus) |
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| 2:30 |
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Blue moon, you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own. Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really care for. And suddenly there appeared before me the only one my arms could ever hold I heard someone whisper, "Please, adore me" And when I looked my moon had turned to gold. Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own Without a love of my own. |
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| 16. |
| 2:48 |
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I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told I have squadered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises, all lies and jest Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest. When I left my home and family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station Running scared, laying low Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know. Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare There were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. Now the years go rushing by me they are rocking evenly I am older than I once was, but I'm younger than I'll be, that's not unusual. No it isn't strange. After changes upon changes we are more, or less the same. After changes we are more, or less the same. Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down And cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains. |
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| 17. |
| 2:49 |
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Everybody's building the big ships and boats
Som are building monuments, others jotting down notes Everybody's in despair, every girl and boy But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here everybody's gonna jump for joy Oh come all without, come all within You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn Come all without, come all within You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. Oh you know I like to do just like the rest You know I like my sugar sweet but guarding fumes and making haste You know it ain't my cup of meat Everybody's out the trees, feeding pigeons all under the limb But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here the pigeons gonna run to him Oh come all without, come all within You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn Come all without, come all within You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. A cat's meow and a cow's moo to you know I, I could recite them all Just tell me where it hurts you, honey, and I'll tell you who to call Nobody can get asleep, there's someone on everybody's toes When Quinn the Eskimo gets here everybody's gonna want to doze Oh come all without, come all within You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn Come all without, come all within You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. |
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| 18. |
| 3:03 |
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Why must you always try to make me over ?
Take me as I am or let me go White lilies never grow on stalks of clover Take me as I am or let me go. You're trying to reshape me in a moment In the image of someone you used to know I won't be a stand-in for an old love Take me as I am or let me go. You've tried to change me ever since you've met me Take me as I am or let me go. If you cannot overlook my faults, forget me Take me as I am or let me go. You're trying to reshape me in a mould love In the image of someone you used to know But I won't be a stand-in for an old love Take me as I am or let me go. |
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| 2:47 |
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These are the words of a frontier man
Who lost his love when he turned bad. Take a message to Mary But don't tell here where I am Take a message to Mary But don't say I'm in a jam You can tell her that I had to see the world Tell her that my ship set sail You can say she'd better not wait for me But don't tell her I'm in jail, oh don't tell her I'm in jail. Take a message to Mary But don't tell her what I've done Please, don't mention the stage coach And the shot from a carried gun You better tell her that I had to change my plans And cancel out the wedding-day But please, don't mention the lonely cell Where I'm gonna pine away, until my dying-day. Take a message to Mary But don't tell her all you know My heart is aching for Mary Lord know I miss her so Just tell her that I went to Timbukto Tell her I'm searching for gold You can say she better find someone new To cherish and to hold, oh Lord, this cell is so cold. |
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| 20. |
| 3:15 |
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So run here baby, put your little hands in mine
I've got something to tell you I know you're gonna change your mind When things go wrong, so wrong with you It hurts me too. I want you, baby, just to understand I don't wanna be your boss, baby I just wanna be your man When things go wrong, so wrong with you It hurts me too. Now when you go home, you don't have to get along Come back to me, baby Where I live that's where you belong When things go wrong, so wrong with you It hurts me too. I love you baby, and you know that it's true I wouldn't mistreat you, baby Nothing in this world is like you Yes, when things go wrong, so wrong with you It hurts me too When things go wrong, so wrong with you It hurts me too. So run here baby, put your little hands in mine I've got something to tell you, baby I know you're gonna change your mind When things go wrong, so wrong with you Don't you know, really, don't you know it hurts me too. |
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| 21. |
| 3:33 |
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Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who's gonna let it roll? Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul? Oh, Lucky's been drivin' a long, long time And now he's stuck on top of the hill. With twelve forward gears, it's been a long hard climb, And with all of them ladies, though, he's lonely still. Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it roll? Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul? Well, he deep in number and heavy in toil, Mighty Mockingbird, he still has such a heavy load. Beneath his bound'ries, what more can I tell, With all of his trav'lin', but I'm still on that road. Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it roll? Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul? |
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| 22. |
| 2:44 |
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| 23. |
| 3:10 |
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| 24. |
| 3:12 |
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Alberta let your hair hang low
Alberta let your hair hang low I'll give you more gold Than your apron can hold If you'd only let your hair hang low Alberta what's on your mind Alberta what's on your mind You keep me worried and bothered All of the time Alberta what's on your mind Alberta don't you treat me unkind Alberta don't you treat me unkind Oh my heart is so sad Cause I want you so bad Alberta don't you treat me unkind Alberta let your hair hang low Alberta let your hair hang low I'll give you more gold Than your apron can hold If you'll only let your hair hang low |
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