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| 2:42 | 
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| 2. |
| 1:25 |
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| 3. |
| 3:04 |
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| 4. |
| 1:38 |
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| 5. |
| 3:01 |
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| 6. |
| 3:31 |
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| 7. |
| 3:01 |
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| 8. |
| 3:57 |
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| 9. |
| 2:10 | 
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After seven years behind these bars together
I'll miss you more than a brother when you go when you go If only I had not tried to escape They'd barred me with you I know yes I know Won't you tell the folks back home I'll soon be coming And don't let them know I never will be free be free Sometimes write and tell me how they're doing And send a picture of mother back to me Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand And send a picture of mother if you can I'm happy for you that you got your freedom But stay with me just another minute or so or so After all this sweating blood together Who'll be my fighting partner when you go when you go The hardest time will be on Sunday morning Church bells will ring on Heaven Hill Heaven Hill Please ask Reverend Garrett to pray for me And send a picture of mother if you will Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand And send a picture of mother if you can |
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| 10. |
| 1:36 |
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There's a lot of strange men in cell block ten
But the strangest of em' all Was a friend of mine who spent his time Starin at the wall... Starin at the wall... In his hand was a note that his gal had wrote Proving crime don't pay Was the very same gal he robbed and stole for Wanting thier wedding day... Wanting thier wedding day... As he looked at the wall So strong and tall I heard him softly curse Nobody at all ever climbed that wall But I'm gonna be the first... I'm gonna be the first... Then the warden walked by and said son don't try I'd hate to see you fall Cause there is no doubt they'll carry you out If you ever touch that wall... If you ever touch that wall... Well a years gone by since he made his try But I can still recall How hard he tried and the way he died But he never made that wall... He never made that wall... Well there's never been a man who shook this camp But I knew a man who tried The newspapers called it a jailbreak plan But I know it was suicide... I know it was suicide... |
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| 11. |
| 1:30 |
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| 12. |
| 2:17 |
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| 13. |
| 2:25 |
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| 14. |
| 3:12 |
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| 15. |
| 2:41 |
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| 16. |
| 1:57 |
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| 17. |
| 7:08 |
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| 18. |
| 2:29 |
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| 19. |
| 6:02 |
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| 1. |
| 1:56 |
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| 2. |
| 1:52 |
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| 3. |
| 2:05 |
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| 4. |
| 3:29 |
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| 5. |
| 3:21 |
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| 6. |
| 2:24 |
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| 7. |
| 6:14 |
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| 8. |
| 4:07 |
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San Quentin you've been living hell to me
You've blistered me since 1963 I've seen them come and go and I've seen them die And long ago I stopped asking why San Quentin I hate every inch of you You've cut me and you've scarred me through and through And I'll walk out a wiser, weaker man Mr. Congressman, you can't you understand. San Quentin what good do you think you do? Do you think I'll be different when you're through? You bend my heart & mind and you warp my soul Your stone walls turn my blood a little cold San Quentin may you rot and burn in hell May your walls fall and may I live to tell May all the world forget you ever stood And the whole world will regret you did no good San Quentin I hate every inch of you. |
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| 9. |
| 3:13 |
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San Quentin you've been living hell to me
You've blistered me since 1963 I've seen them come and go and I've seen them die And long ago I stopped asking why San Quentin I hate every inch of you You've cut me and you've scarred me through and through And I'll walk out a wiser, weaker man Mr. Congressman, you can't you understand. San Quentin what good do you think you do? Do you think I'll be different when you're through? You bend my heart & mind and you warp my soul Your stone walls turn my blood a little cold San Quentin may you rot and burn in hell May your walls fall and may I live to tell May all the world forget you ever stood And the whole world will regret you did no good San Quentin I hate every inch of you. |
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| 10. |
| 3:24 |
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| 11. |
| 3:59 |
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| 12. |
| 2:30 |
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| 13. |
| 4:24 |
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| 14. |
| 2:07 |
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| 15. |
| 4:01 |
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| 16. |
| 2:42 |
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| 17. |
| 2:16 |
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| 18. |
| 5:08 |
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| 1. |
| 0:23 |
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| 2. |
| 2:18 |
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| 3. |
| 0:27 |
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| 4. |
| 1:22 |
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| 5. |
| 0:49 |
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| 6. |
| 2:21 |
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| 7. |
| 0:38 |
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| 8. |
| 2:27 |
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A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was high Any man that will fight to the death cross over But if you want to live you'd better fly And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo Ol' Bowie lay dying his powder was ready and dry Flat on his back Bowie killed them a few in reply And young Davy Crockett was singing and laughing with gallantry fears in his eyes For God and for freedom a man more than willing to die Hey Santa Anna... They sent a young scout from the battlements bloody and loud With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud Grieve not little darling my dying if Texas is sovereign and free We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be Hey Santa Anna... |
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| 9. |
| 0:56 |
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| 10. |
| 1:50 |
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| 11. |
| 2:38 |
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| 12. |
| 0:58 |
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| 13. |
| 3:02 |
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| 14. |
| 0:38 |
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| 15. |
| 3:53 |
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| 16. |
| 0:25 |
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| 17. |
| 3:05 |
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| 18. |
| 0:31 |
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| 19. |
| 1:06 |
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| 20. |
| 0:42 |
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| 21. |
| 2:39 |
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