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Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free Tilting at the windmills passing Who can the brave young horseman be He is wild but he is mellow He is strong but he is weak He is cruel but he is gentle He is wise but he is meek Reaching for his saddlebag He takes a battered book into his hand Standing like a prophet bold He shouts across the ocean to the shore Till he can shout no more I have come o'er moor and mountain Like the hawk upon the wing I was once a shining knight Who was the guardian of a king I have searched the whole world over Looking for a place to sleep I have seen the strong survive And I have seen the lean grown weak See the children of the earth Who wake to find the table bare See the gentry in the country Riding off to take the air Reaching for his saddlebag He takes a rusty sword into his hand Then striking up a knightly pose He shouts across the ocean to the shore Till he can shout no more See the jailor with his key Who locks away all trace of sin See the judge upon the bench Who tries the case as best he can See the wise and wicked ones Who feed upon life's sacred fire See the soldier with his gun Who must be dead to be admired See the man who tips the needle See the man who buys and sells See the man who puts the collar On the ones who dare not tell See the drunkard in the tavern Stemming gold to make ends meet See the youth in ghetto black Condemned to life upon the street Reaching for his saddlebag He takes a tarnished cross into his hand Then standing like a preacher now He shouts across the ocean to the shore Then in a blaze of tangled hooves He gallops off across the dusty plain In vain to search again Where no one will hear Through the woodland, through the valley Comes a horseman wild and free Tilting at the windmills passing Who can the brave young horseman be He is wild but he is mellow He is strong but he is weak He is cruel but he is gentle He is wise but he is meek |
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I'm sailin' down the summer wind,
I got whiskers on my chin, and I like the mood I'm in, as I while away the time of day, in the lee of Christian Island. Tall and strong, she dips and reels, I call her Silver Heels, and she tells me how she feels. She's a good old boat and she'll stay afloat, through the toughest gail and keep smilin', but for one more day she would like to stay, in the lee of Christian Island. I'm sailin' down the summer day, where fish and seagulls play, I put my troubles all away. And when the gail comes up I'll fill me cup, with the whiskey of the highlands. She's a good old ship and she'll make the trip, from the lee of Christian Island. Tall and strong she slips along, I sing for her a song, and she leans into the wind. She's a good old boat and she'll stay afloat, through the toughest gail and keep smilin', and when the summer ends we will rest again, in the lee of Christian Island. and when the summer ends we will rest again, in the lee of Christian Island. |
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Oh the prairie lights are burnin' bright
The Chinook wind is a-movin' in Tomorrow night I'll be Alberta bound Though I've done the best I could My old luck ain't been so good and Tomorrow night I'll be Alberta bound No one-eyed man could e'er forget The Rocky Mountain sunset It's a pleasure just to be Alberta bound I long to see my next of kin To know what kind of shape they're in Tomorrow night I'll be Alberta bound Alberta bound, Alberta bound It's good to be Alberta bound Alberta bound, Alberta bound It's good to be Alberta bound Oh the skyline of Toronto Is somethin' you'll get onto But they say you've got to live there for a while And if you got the money You can get yourself a honey A written guarantee ta make you smile But it's snowin' in the city And the streets and brown and gritty And I know there's pretty girls all over town But they never seem ta find me And the one I left behind me Is the reason that I'll be Alberta bound Alberta bound, Alberta bound It's good to be Alberta bound Alberta bound, Alberta bound It's good to be Alberta bound It's good to be Alberta bound |
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Looking at the rain
Feeling the pain Of love lost running though My brain Looking at the wind Watching it spin The leaves along the street You win Waiting for a line to fall Telling you it's all a big mistake Looking at a face So out of place Inside that picture frame Of lace Looking at the wall Wishing you'd call And tell me you're OK That's all Wishing this was all a dream And I'd find you sleeping when I wake Looking at the trees So ill at ease From sleep that will not come That's me Looking at the dawn Knowing it's wrong Still thinking of your love That's gone Wishing this was all a dream And I'd find you sleeping when I wake Looking at the rain Feeling the pain Of love lost running though My brain Looking at the wind Watching it spin The leaves along the street You win Waiting for a line to fall Telling you it's all a big mistake But the words won't come I know I'd feel the same Looking at the rain |
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Try to understand
I'm not your ordinary man, still I can't deny You go with me everywhere When I'm dreamin' you still share my lonely nights Try to see my side It's not your ordinary pride that keeps drivin' me on It's that lonesome, restless feelin' that you feel under the gun And it leads me to the highways but it keeps my body warm And as I wander to the cities and the towns I get so lonesome knowin' you could be around And when the show is over, there's a holiday motel Another empty bottle and another tale to tell Try to comprehend I'm not your ordinary friend at the end of my life I would pray that I could be Returning to the shelter of your love Try to see my side It's not your ordinary pride that keeps drivin' me on It's that lonesome, restless feelin' that you feel under the gun And it leads me to the highways but it keeps my body warm And as I wander to the cities and the towns I get so lonesome knowin' you could be around And when the show is over, there's a holiday motel Another empty bottle and another tale to tell Try to understand I'm not your ordinary man, still I can't deny You go with me everywhere Like a shadow in the gloom I remember all the good times There's a ghost in every room |
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Born in the country and I like that country smile
Of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child That I knew and a big harvest moon That shon' by suppertime in the dusty afternoon And I need to be there When the autumn wind goes whistlin' through the trestle we would climb Like brave mountaineers We never were much bothered by time Born in the country and I like that country song We played for just a nickel every time we got to town And I bought you a dime diamond ring In the hayloft we would play, we were princesses and kings And I need to be there When the world gets too heavy and the shadows cross my mind Like brave mountaineers We never were much bothered by time Born in the country and I like that country way Of the uncles and the cousins and the card games they would play While the young ones slept overhead Beneath the quilts that mother made, when all the prayers were said And I need to be there When the autumn wind goes whistlin' through the trestle we would climb Like brave mountaineers We never were much bothered by time And I need to be there When the world gets too heavy and the shadows cross my mind Like brave mountaineers We never were much bothered by time |
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The oceans of the world were the home of Big Blue
He was the greatest monster that the world ever knew And the place that he loved best Was the waters to the west Around the blue Pacific he did roam Big Blue moved alone for a mighty blue was he And the battles of the whales was an awesome sight to see And he took them one by one and he drove them all away In the mating of the day he was the king Big Blue had fifty wives and he sired forty sons Though most of them feel victim to the cruel harpoon guns Ah but he was too much wise to get caught by the gunners' eyes And so he lived at sea a hundred years His mouth was as large as a tunnel so they say His hide was thick as leather and his eyes quick and small And his back was all scarred by the times he got away And he knew the smell of whalers did Big Blue Big Blue passed away to his natural decay Beside the Arctic Circle as he travelled up that way And there never was a man who was born with a gunner's hand Who ever took a pan to Big Blue Now the gray whale has run and the sperm is almost done The finbacks and the Greenland rights have all passed and gone They've been taken by the men for the money they could spend And the killing never ends, it just goes on The oceans of the earth were the home of Big Blue He was the greatest monster that the world ever knew And the place that he loved best was the waters to the west Around the blue Pacific he did roam |
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I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the day
I'm thinking of the lady who got lost along the way And if I don't stop this trembling hand from reaching for the phone I'll be reachin' for the bottle, Lord, before this day is done I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the day The room was filled with laughs as we danced the night away But my sleep was filled with dreaming of the wrongs that I had done And the gentle sweet reminder of a daughter and a son Sitting alone, my friends have all gone home You never know when they'll come droppin' in Thinking of girls with their fingers in my curls Too young to understand how love begins I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the dawn The radio is playin' a soft country song And if I don't stop this trembling hand from reaching for the phone I'll be reachin' for the bottle, Lord, before this day is done |
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At times I just don't know
How you could be anything but beautiful I think that I was made for you And you were made for me And I know that I won't ever change 'Cause we've been friends Through rain or shine For such a long, long time Laughing eyes and smiling face It seems so lucky just to have the right Of telling you with all my might You're beautiful tonight And I know that you will never stray 'Cause you've been that way From day to day For such a long, long time And when you hold me tight How could life be anything but beautiful I think that I was made for you And you were made for me And I know that I won't ever change 'Cause we've been friends Through rain or shine For such a long, long time And I must say it means so much to me To be the one who's telling you I'm telling you That you're beautiful |
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