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| 2:26 | 
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It was a time of the preacher
When the story began Of the choice of a lady And the love of a man How he loved her so dearly He went out of his mind When she left him for someone That she'd left behind And he cried like a baby And he screamed like a panther In the middle of the night And he saddled his pony And he went for a ride It was a time of the preacher In the year of O-one Now the preachin' is over And the lesson's begun |
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| 2. |
| 1:32 |
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Well, last night I came home an' I knocked on my door,
An' I called to my love as I oft had before. An' I knocked an' I knocked: no answer thee came. No kisses to greet me or voice call my name. An' I couldn't believe it was true, oh Lord. Couldn't believe it was true. An' my eyes filled with tears an' I must've aged in years, An' I couldn't believe it was true. Instrumental break. Well, the shock was so great, I am quiverin' yet. An' I'll try to forgive but I cannot forget. My heart breakin' loss is another man's gain. Her happiness, always, I hope will remain. An' I couldn't believe it was true, oh Lord. Couldn't believe it was true. An' my eyes filled with tears an' I must've aged in years, An' I couldn't believe it was true. |
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| 1:13 |
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It was the time of the preacher when the story began.
Of the choice of a lady and the love of a man. How he loved her so dearly, he went out of his mind. When she left him for someone, she'd left behind. An' he cried like a baby; He screamed like a panther in the middle of the night. An' he saddled his pony, An he went for a ride. It was the time of the preacher in the year of 01. Now the preachin' is over and the lesson's begun. Instrumental close. PART TWO: But he could not forgive her, Though he tried and tried and tried. And the halls of his memories, Still echo her lies. He cried like a baby; He screamed like a panther in the middle of the night. An' he saddled his pony, An he went for a ride. It was the time of the preacher in the year of 01. Now the lesson is over and the killin's begun. PART THREE: It was the time of the preacher in the year of 01. An' just when you think it's all over, it's only begun. |
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| 1:34 |
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Well he rode into Blue Rock
Dusty and tired and he got him A room for the night He lay there in silence With too much on his mind Still hoping that he was not right He found them that evening In a tavern in town In a quiet little out of the way place And they smiled at each other When he walked through the door And they died with their smiles on their faces They died with their smiles on their face Don't boss him don't cross him He's wild in his sorrow He's ridin' and hidin' his pain Don't fight him don't spite him Let's wait till tomorrow Maybe he'll ride on again |
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| 5. |
| 2:19 |
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In the twilight glow I see her
Blue eyes crying in the rain When we kissed goodbye and parted I knew we′d never meet again Love is like a dying ember Only memories remain Through the ages I remember Blue eyes crying in the rain Someday when we meet up yonder We′ll stroll hand in hand again In a land that knows no parting Blue eyes crying in the rain Blue eyes crying in the rain Blue eyes crying in the rain Blue eyes crying in the rain |
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| 6. |
| 3:59 |
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Rode into town one day. And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion, And walkin' behind was a bay. The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder, And his lips, they were sad and tight. His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside, And his heart was heavy as night. Don't cross him, don't boss him. He's wild in his sorrow: He's ridin' an' hidin his pain. Don't fight him, don't spite him; Just wait till tomorrow, Maybe he'll ride on again. A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window, An' watched as he passed her way. She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion, But cast greedy eyes on the bay. But how could she know that this dancin' bay pony, Meant more to him than life. For this was the horse that his little lost darlin', Had ridden when she was his wife. Don't cross him, don't boss him. He's wild in his sorrow: He's ridin' an' hidin his pain. Don't fight him, don't spite him; Just wait till tomorrow, Maybe he'll ride on again. The yellow-haired lady came down to the tavern, An' looked up the stranger there. He bought her a drink, an' he gave her some money, He just didn't seem to care. She followed him out as he saddled his stallion, An' laughed as she grabbed at the bay. He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her, She never heard anyone say: "Don't cross him, don't boss him. "He's wild in his sorrow: "He's ridin' an' hidin his pain. "Don't fight him, don't spite him; "Just wait till tomorrow, "Maybe he'll ride on again." The yellow-haired |
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| 0:26 |
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It was the time of the preacher when the story began.
Of the choice of a lady and the love of a man. How he loved her so dearly, he went out of his mind. When she left him for someone, she'd left behind. An' he cried like a baby; He screamed like a panther in the middle of the night. An' he saddled his pony, An he went for a ride. It was the time of the preacher in the year of 01. Now the preachin' is over and the lesson's begun. Instrumental close. PART TWO: But he could not forgive her, Though he tried and tried and tried. And the halls of his memories, Still echo her lies. He cried like a baby; He screamed like a panther in the middle of the night. An' he saddled his pony, An he went for a ride. It was the time of the preacher in the year of 01. Now the lesson is over and the killin's begun. PART THREE: It was the time of the preacher in the year of 01. An' just when you think it's all over, it's only begun. |
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| 1:46 |
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The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana
Rode into town one day And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion And walkin' behind was a bay The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder And his lips, they were sad and tight His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside And his heart was heavy as night Don't cross him, don't boss him He's wild in his sorrow He's ridin' an' hidin his pain Don't fight him, don't spite him Just wait till tomorrow Maybe he'll ride on again A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window An' watched as he passed her way She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion But cast greedy eyes on the bay But how could she know that this dancin' bay pony Meant more to him than life For this was the horse that his little lost darlin' Had ridden when she was his wife Don't cross him, don't boss him He's wild in his sorrow He's ridin' an' hidin his pain Don't fight him, don't spite him Just wait till tomorrow Maybe he'll ride on again The yellow-haired lady came down to the tavern An' looked up the stranger there He bought her a drink, an' he gave her some money He just didn't seem to care She followed him out as he saddled his stallion An' laughed as she grabbed at the bay He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her She never heard anyone say Don't cross him, don't boss him He's wild in his sorrow He's ridin' an' hidin his pain Don't fight him, don't spite him Just wait till tomorrow Maybe he'll ride on again The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset The stranger went free, of course For you can't hang a man for killin' a woman Who's tryin' to steal your horse This is the tale of the red headed stranger And if he should pass your way Stay out of the path of the ragin' black stallion And don't lay a hand on the bay Don't cross him, don't boss him He's wild in his sorrow He's ridin' an' hidin his pain Don't fight him, don't spite him Just wait till tomorrow Maybe he'll ride on again |
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| 0:53 |
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The bright lights of Denver are shinin' like diamonds.
Like ten thousand jewels in the sky. An' it's nobody's business where you're goin' or where you come from. An' you're judged by the look in your eye. She saw him, that evenin' in a tavern in town. In a quiet little out of the way place. An' they smiled at each other as he walked through the door. An' they danced with their smiles on their faces. An' they danced with a smile on their face |
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| 12. |
| 5:21 |
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Can I sleep in your arms, tonight, lady?
It's so cold lyin' here all alone. An' I have no hold to hold on you. An', I assure you, I'll do you no wrong. Don't know why, but the one I love left me. Left me lonely an' cold an' so weak. And I need someone's arms to hold me. Till I'm strong enough to get back on my feet. Can I sleep in your arms, tonight, lady? It's so cold lyin' here all alone. An' I have no hold to hold on you. An', I assure you, I'll do you no wrong. Instrumental break. Can I sleep in your arms, tonight, lady? It's so cold lyin' here all alone. And I have no hold to hold on you. An', I assure you, I'll do you no wrong. Instrumental close. |
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| 2:50 |
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You told me once you were mine, alone, forever,
An' I was yours till the end of eternity. But all those vows are broken now an' I will never, Be the same except in memory. Remember me when the candle lights are gleamin'. Remember me at the close of a long, long day. An' it would be so sweet when all alone, I'm dreamin', Just to know you still remember me. Instrumental break. A brighter face may take my place when we're apart, dear: Another love, with a heart more bold and free. But in the end, fairweather friends may break your heart, dear. An' if they do, sweetheart, remember me. Remember me when the candle lights are gleamin'. Remember me at the close of a long, long day. An' it would be so sweet when all alone, I'm dreamin', Just to know you still remember me. Just to know you still remember me. |
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| 4:21 |
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At a time when the world seems to be spinnin' hopelessly out of control,
There's deceivers an' believers an' old in-betweeners, That seem to have no place to go. Well, it's the same old song, it's right an' it's wrong, An' livin' is just somethin' that I do. An' with no place to hide, I looked in your eyes, An' I found myself in you. I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars. An' I've nearly gone up in smoke. Now my hand's on the wheel, I've something that's real, An' I feel like I'm goin' home. An' in the shade of an oak down by the river, Sit an old man an' a boy, Settin' sail, spinnin' tales an' fishin' for whales, With a lady they both enjoy. Well, it's the same damn tune, it's the man in the moon. It's the way that I feel about you. An' with no place to hide, I looked in your eyes, An' I found myself in you. An' I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars. An' I've nearly gone up in smoke. Now my hand's on the wheel, I've something that's real, An' I feel like I'm goin' home. Instrumental break. |
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