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| 2:25 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:59 | 
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Dawson
Somebody robbed the glendale train This mornin’ at half-past nine Somebody robbed the glendale train And I swear I ain’t lyin’ They made clean off with sixteen g’s And left two men lying cold Somebody robbed the glendale train And they made off with the gold Charlie jones was the engineer He had twenty years on the line He kissed his wife at the station gate This morning at six thirty-five Now everything went fine ‘til half past-nine Then charlie looked up and he saw There was men on horses, men with guns And no sign of the law Somebody robbed the glendale train This mornin’ at half-past nine Somebody robbed the glendale train And I swear I ain’t lyin’ They made clean off with sixteen g’s And left two men lying cold Somebody robbed the glendale train And they made off with the gold Amos white was the baggage man And he dearly loved his job The company, they rewarded him With a golden watch and fob Well, amos he was a’ markin’ time When the door blew off his car They found amos white in fifteen pieces, Fifteen miles apart repeat chorus |
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| 3. |
| 2:56 |
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| 4. |
| 3:02 |
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Dawson
I been on this road for seven days And I'm so beat my vision's just a yellow haze But I know that I am gonna make it home tonight And then I'm gonna see my light Chorus: Yeah, tonight I'll see my louisiana lady My louisiana lady's gonna Sleep with me tonight, and hold me tight. Louisiana lady know that I need you Louisiana lady I love you Louisiana lady I love you Six more hours till I make new orleans I been doin' too much speed I'm feelin' down right mean And I think that I can cut an hour off the time If I keep lady on my mind Repeat chorus Every man has got to earn his pay But I feel so bad each time I have to go away But when I get home tonight it's gonna be worthwhile I'm gonna see my lady smile Yeah, tonight I'll see my louisiana lady My Louisiana lady's gonna Sleep with me tonight, and hold me tight. Louisiana lady know that I need you Louisiana lady I love you Louisiana lady I love you |
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| 5. |
| 2:30 |
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Hunter
Do you think we can work it on out? Change the whole proposition about? I'm in no position for an act of sedition But I really love to scream and shout Half a loaf is better than a kick in the knee Is there gonna be some tea Or just more sympathy? I really got a pumper on the line this time It’s mine, mine, mine I ran to the king of creation I told him: save a bit for me The way things look I could have written the book You know I can hardly read Sally does your dog bite? no, no, no Keep him on a choke chain, reel him out slow Got a little place, call it my own It never really was a home Went to the college of evil, The smoke nearly drove me away I'd go crazy if I wasn’t so lazy, What more can I say? The white-face lydian judge Won’t you give a little one-two-three Him down on the corner Singing "little jack horner" But you gotta let the gravy be A whole loaf is better than a kick in the head If you tell me what you mean I'll tell you what I said I sent you for jelly, you come back with jam Who exactly do you think I am? |
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| 6. |
| 2:46 |
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> CHORUS
Panama Red, Panama Red, He'll steal your woman then he'll rob your head. Panama Red, Panama Red, His white horse Mescalino, comes breezin' thru town. Bet his woman's off in bed with ol' Panama Red. You just don't know when Red's in town, he keeps well hidden underground. Everybody's gettin' crazy fallin' out 'n' hangin' round. My woman said, ""Hey Pedro, you're actin' crazy like a clown."" Nobody feels like workin' Panama Red is back in town. CHORUS Everybody's lookin' out for him cause they know Red satisfies. Little girls love to listen to him sing & tell sweet lies. But when things get confusin' honey, you're better off in bed. Cause I'll be searchin' all the joints in town for Panama Red. CHORUS 2x |
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| 7. |
| 5:11 |
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Dawson
If you go down round the bend in the river You’re gonna find a few changes Been going down there ‘Cause the people who live Round the bend in the river Have forgotten their dreams And they’ve cut off their hair chorus: And take a last, flying look At the last lonely eagle He’s soaring the length of the land Shed a tear for the fate Of the last lonely eagle For you know that he never will land If you go down where the lights Push the nighttime Back far enough so you can’t feel the fear Remember the boy who you left on the mountain Who’s sitting alone with the stars and his tears chorus: If you go down to the gas-powered flatland Where most of the people just think That they’re free Remember the peace that you had On the mountain Come back to the love that you had here with me chorus tag: For you know that he never will land |
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| 8. |
| 2:41 |
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Dylan
You angel you, you've got me under your wing The way you walk and the way you talk I feel like I can almost sing. You angel you, you're as fine as anything's fine I just want to watch you talk With your memory on my mind. And oh, I can't sleep at night for trying Yes, I never did feel this way before Never did get up and walk the floor If this is love then give me more and more, more, more. You angel you, you're as fine as can be The way you walk and the way you talk Is the way it ought to be, now. Oh and oh, I can't sleep at night for trying I never did feel this way before Never did get up and walk the floor If this is love then give me more and more and more and more. You angel you, well you, you've got me under your wing The way you walk and the way you talk I swear could make me sing. Ah, you angel you, you've got me under your wing The way you walk and the way you talk I swear it'll make me sing Said the way you walk and the way you talk I swear it'll make me sing. |
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| 9. |
| 3:05 |
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| 10. |
| 2:36 |
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EV’RY YEAR ALONG ABOUT THIS TIME IT ALL GOES DRY
THERE’S NOTHING ROUND FOR LOVE OR MONEY THAT’LL GET YOU HIGH HENRY GOT PISSED OFF AND SAID HE’D RUN TO MEXICO TO SEE IF HE COULD COME BACK HOLDIN’ TWENTY KEYS OF GOLD NOW THE ROAD TO ACAPULCO IS VERY HARD INDEED AND IT ISN’T ANY BETTER IF YOU HAVEN’T ANY WEED HENRY’S DRIVING HARD AND STRAIGHT ON TWISTY MOUNTAIN ROADS THERE’S FIFTY PEOPLE WAITING BACK AT HOME FOR HENRY’S LOAD AND NOW HE’S ROLLIN’ DOWN THE MOUNTAIN GOING FAST, FAST, FAST AND IF HE BLOWS IT THIS ONE’S GONNA BE HIS LAST RUN TO ACAPULCO TO TURN THE GOLDEN KEYS HENRY KEEP THE BRAKES ON FOR THIS CORNER IF YOU PLEASE HENRY GOT TO MEXICO AND TURNED HIS TRUCK AROUND HE’S TALKING TO THE MAN WHO HAS IT GROWING FROM THE GROUND HENRY TASTED, HE GOT WASTED, COULDN’T EVEN SEE HOW HE’S GONNA DRIVE LIKE THAT IS NOT TOO CLEAR TO ME AND NOW HE’S ROLLIN’ DOWN THE MOUNTAIN GOING FAST, FAST, FAST AND IF HE BLOWS IT THIS ONE’S GONNA BE HIS LAST RUN TO ACAPUCO TO TURN THE GOLDEN KEYS HENRY KEEP THE BRAKES ON FOR THIS CORNER IF YOU PLEASE SUNDAY AFTERNOON TIJUANA IS A LOVELY TOWN BULLFIGHT BRINGS THE TOURISTS AND THEIR MONEY FLOWING DOWN THE BORDER GUARDS ARE MUCH TOO BUSY THERE AT FIVE O’ CLOCK HENRY’S TRUCKIN’ RIGHT ON THROUGH, HE HARDLY EVEN STOPPED (REPEAT CHORUS) |
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