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| 3:02 | 
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| 2:03 |
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| 3. |
| 2:58 |
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| 4. |
| 2:16 |
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| 5. |
| 2:28 |
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| 6. |
| 3:00 |
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| 7. |
| 2:48 | 
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There once was a musical troupe
A pickin' singin' folk group They sang the mountain ballads And the folk songs of our land They were long on musical ability Folks thought they would go far But political incompatibility led to their downfall Well, the one on the right was on the left And the one in the middle was on the right And the one on the left was in the middle And the guy in the rear was a Methodist This musical aggregation toured the entire nation Singing the traditional ballads And the folk songs of our land They performed with great virtuosity And soon they were the rage But political animosity prevailed upon the stage Well, the one on the right was on the left And the one in the middle was on the right And the one on the left was in the middle And the guy in the rear burned his driver's license Well the curtain had ascended A hush fell on the crowd As thousands there were gathered to hear The folk songs of our land But they took their politics seriously And that night at the concert hall As the audience watched deliriously They had a free-for-all Well, the one on the right was on the bottom And the one in the middle was on the top And the one on the left got a broken arm And the guy in the rear, said, "Oh dear" Now this should be a lesson if you plan to start a folk group Don't go mixin' politics with the folk songs of our land Just work on harmony and diction Play your banjo well And if you have political convictions keep them to yourself Now, the one on the left works in a bank And the one in the middle drives a truck The one on the right's an all-night deejay And the guy in the rear got drafted |
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| 2:43 |
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The lady came from Baltimore and all she wore was lace.
She didn't know that I was poor, she never saw my place. I was there to steal her money, to take her rings and run. Then I fell in love with the lady and got away with none. The lady's name was Susan Moore, her daddy read the law. She didn't know that I was poor, and lived outside the law. Her daddy said I was a thief and didn't marry her for love. But I was Susan's true belief, and I married her for love I was there to steal her money, to take her rings and run. Then I fell in love with the lady and got away with none. The house she lived in had a wall to keep the robbers out. She never stopped to think at all, that that's what I'm about. I was there to steal her money, to take her rings and run. Then I fell in love with the lady and got away with none. Then I fell in love with the lady and got away with none. |
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| 9. |
| 4:18 |
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| 10. |
| 2:21 |
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| 11. |
| 2:33 |
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| 12. |
| 3:05 |
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I dedicate this song to the workin' man
For ever' man that puts in Eight or ten hard hours a day of work and toil and sweat Always got somebody lookin' down his neck Tryin' to get more out of 'im Than he really ought to have to put in. After twenty-nine long years of workin' In this shop with Oney standin' over me ... Today when that old whistle blows I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire ... The superintendent just dropped by and said They'd planned my little get together ... Then he said I'd never a made it If old Oney hadn't held me to the fire. I've seen him in my dreams at night And woke up in the mornin' feelin' tired ... And old Oney don't remember, when I came here How he tried to get me fired ... With his folded hands behind him Every mornin' Oney waited at the gate ... Where he'd rant and rave like I committed murder Clockin' in five minutes late. But today they'll gather 'round me Like I've seen 'em do when any man retires Then old Oney's gonna tell me From now on I'm free to do what I desire ... He'll present me with that little old gold watch They give a man at times like this ... But there's one thing he's not countin' on Today's the day I give old Oney his. I've been workin', buildin' muscles Oney's just been standin' 'round a gettin' soft And today about four-thirty I'll make up for every good night's sleep I've lost ... When I'm gone I'll be remembered As the workin' man who put his point across With a right hand full of knuckles Cause today I show old Oney who's the boss. Hmmmm! What time is it? Four thirty! Hey, Oney! Oney! Ha ha ha ha! |
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| 13. |
| 2:47 |
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Lord, she's restless
Like cotton candy clouds that sail the day Slow an' free And she possesses A mind that can't resign itself to stay For long with me Tho' I've tried and tried to keep her tied and satisfied Until she really needs me Yes I do But when that certain look comes on her face I can't replace it, and she leaves me CHORUS: She's a butterfly in mid July Who just can't wait to try her brand new wings On brand new things And she needs no rhyme or reason, when she goes Her mind is on what lies beyond that wall of blue horizon I suppose And heaven knows She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows Yes she will, yes she will She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows I know she needs me About as much as I need someone else Which I don't And if need be I swear someday I'll up and leave myself Which I won't Even if she loved another man, I'd understand it more than I do Mmm, mmm, mmm But I know the only reason That she ever had for leavin', is she wants to |
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| 14. |
| 3:15 |
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| 15. |
| 3:03 |
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| 16. |
| 2:33 |
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