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Just around the corner there's heartache
Down the street that losers use If you can wade in through the teardrops You'll find me at the Home of the Blues I walk and cry while my heartbeat Keeps time with the drag of my shoes The sun never shines through this window of mine It's dark at the Home of the Blues Oh, but the place is filled with the sweetest mem'ries Mem'ries so sweet that I cry Dreams that I've had left me feeling so bad I just want to give up and lay down and die So if you've just lost your sweetheart And it seems there's no good way to choose Come along with me, misery loves company You're welcome at the Home of the Blues Oh, but the place is filled with the sweetest mem'ries Mem'ries so sweet that I cry Dreams that I've had left me feeling so bad I just want to give up and lay down and die So if you've just lost your sweetheart And it seems there's no good way to choose Come along with me, misery loves company You're welcome at the Home of the Blues You'll find me at the Home of the Blues Yeah, you're gonna find me at the Home of the Blues |
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(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)
There's a story in our town Of the prettiest girl around Golden hair and eyes of blue How those eyes could flash at you (How those eyes could flash at you) Boys hung 'round her by the score But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store (Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen) She was queen of the senior prom She could cook just like her mum She had everything it seems pure delightest teenage queen (pure delightest teenage queen) Other boys could offer more But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store (Dream on, dream on teenage queen you should be a movie queen) He would marry her next spring Saved his money, bought a ring Then one day a movie scout Came to town to take her out (Came to town to take her out) Hollywood could offer more So she left the boy next door working at the candy store (Dream on, dream on teenage queen see you on the movie screen) Very soon she was a star Pretty house and shiny car Swimming pool and a fence around But she missed her old home town (But she missed her old home town) All the world was at her door All except the boy next door who worked at the candy store (Dream on, dream on teenage queen saddest girl we've ever seen) Then one day the teenage star Sold her house and all her cars Gave up all her wealth and fame Left it all and caught a train (Left it all and caught a train) Next day she was at the door of the lonely boy next door who worked at the candy store (Now this story has some more, you'll hear it all at the candy store) |
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By J. Clement
Recorded by Johnny Cash on 4/9/58 Number one - Country Chart; Number eleven - Pop Chart Well, you ask me if I'll forget my baby I guess I will some day I don't like it but I guess things happen that way You ask me if I'll get along I guess I will some way I don't like it but I guess things happen that way CHORUS: God gave me that girl to lean on, Then he put me on my own Heaven help me be a man And have the strength to stand alone I don't like it but I guess things happen that way You ask me if I'll miss her kisses I guess I will every day I don't like it but I guess things happen that way You ask me if I'll find another I don't know, I can't say I don't like it but I guess things happen that way CHORUS: God gave me that girl to lean on, Then he put me on my own Heaven help me be a man And have the strength to stand alone I don't like it but I guess things happen that way |
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You've cut out your dancing'
And you never see a show Friends drop by to pick you up And you hardly ever go It seems your head in in the clouds above You've got the ways of a woman in love I walk by your house at night In the hopes that I might see The guy who's got you in a spin I wish that guy was me I don't know why it's you I'm dreamin' of You've got the ways of a woman in love Many is the night I've stayed awake and cried Now you'll never know how much You've hurt my foolish pride I recall your kisses The times I held you tight Now when I come to see you You're sittin' in the light Missing all the things that we dreamed of You've got the ways of a woman in love. |
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A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wanderlust who really meant no harm He changed his clothes and shined his boots and combed his dark hair down And his mother cried as he walked out Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town He laughed and kissed his mom and said, "your Billy Joe's a man" I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can But I wouldn't shoot without a cause; I'd gun nobody down" But she cried again as he rode away Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town He sang a song as on he rode his guns hung at his hips He rode into a cattle town, a smile upon his lips He stopped and walked into a bar and laid his money down But his mother's words echoed again Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand And tried to tell himself he had become a man A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down And he heard again his mothers words Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town Filled with rage then Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw But the stranger drew his gun and fired before he even saw As Billy Joe fell to the floor, the crowd all gathered 'round And wondered at his final words Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town |
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Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down, down And the flames went higher And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire The ring of fire I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down, down And the flames went higher And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire The ring of fire The taste of love is sweet When hearts like ours meet I fell for you like a child Oh, but the fire went wild I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down, down And the flames went higher And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire The ring of fire I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down, down And the flames went higher And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire The ring of fire And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire The ring of fire The ring of fire The ring of fire |
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| 2:44 |
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The crowd is waiting for the bullfight
Matador My final fight the place is packed once more Anita won't throw me a rose this fight The one she wears is not for me tonight She's watching now with her new love I know Walk proud and slow Be strong and sure give the crowd their show They want blood you know! You're still their idol as you were before Kill just one more! Remind Anita, you're the greatest Matador Walk on out, forget Anita in the stands Be a tall and brave and noble man Be better than you've ever been before Make this you're greatest moment Matador She's watching now with her new love I know Walk proud and slow Be strong and sure give the crowd a show They want blood you know! You're still their idol as you were before Kill just one more! Remind Anita, you're the greatest Matador |
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| 2:42 |
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Don't call my name out your window, I'm leavin'
I won't even turn my head Don't send your kin folk to give me no talkin' I'll be gone like I said You'd say the same ole things that you've been sayin' all along Lay there in your bed and keep you mouth shut 'till I'm gone Don't give me that old familiar, "cry n' cuss n' moan" Understand Your Man (I'm tired of your bad mouthin') Understand Your Man You can give my other suit to the Salvation Army And everything else I leave behind I ain't takin' nothin' that'll slow down my travelin' While I'm untangling my mind I ain't gonna repeat what I said anymore While I'm breathin' air that ain't been breathed before I'll be as gone as a wild goose in winter Then you'll Understand Your Man (meditate on it) Understand Your Man (You hear me talkin, now?) Understand Your Man Understand Your Man |
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Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather round me people there's a story I would tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land Down the ditches for a thousand years The water grew Ira's peoples' crops 'Till the white man stole the water rights And the sparklin' water stopped Now Ira's folks were hungry And their land grew crops of weeds When war came, Ira volunteered And forgot the white man's greed CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill, Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again And when the fight was over And when Old Glory raised Among the men who held it high Was the Indian, Ira Hayes CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Ira returned a hero Celebrated through the land He was wined and speeched and honored Everybody shook his hand But he was just a Pima Indian No water, no crops, no chance At home nobody cared what Ira'd done And when did the Indians dance CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Then Ira started drinkin' hard Jail was often his home They'd let him raise the flag and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone He died drunk one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for Ira Hayes CHORUS: Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes But his land is just as dry And his ghost is lyin' thirsty In the ditch where Ira died |
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Look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track Hey, look a-yonder comin' Comin' down that railroad track It's the Orange Blossom Special Bringin' my baby back Well, I'm going down to Florida And get some sand in my shoes Or maybe Californy And get some sand in my shoes I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special And lose these New York blues "Say man, when you going back to Florida?" "When am I goin' back to Florida? I don't know, don't reckon I ever will." "Ain't you worried about getting your nourishment in New York?" "Well, I don't care if I do-die-do-die-do-die-do-die." Hey talk about a-ramblin' She's the fastest train on the line Talk about a-travellin' She's the fastest train on the line It's that Orange Blossom Special Rollin' down the seaboard line |
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Rosanna you're not acting like a child
My Rosanna's going wild Her skirt is short Her hair is long And the beat goes on and on and on She's living like it's going out of style My Rosanna's going wild She's feeling every new sensation Giving in to each temptation I know she'll pay after awhile My Friends look at her funny She laughs and say why honey All I ever givin was a smile But my Rosanna's going wild Feeling every new sensation Giving in to all temptation And I know she'll pay after awhile My Friends look at her funny She laughs and say why honey All I ever givin was a smile But my Rosanna's going wild My Rosanna's going wild |
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| 2:43 |
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I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when, I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone.. When I was just a baby my mama told me "Son, Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns." But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry.. I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars. Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free But those people keep a movin' And that's what tortures me... Well if they freed me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away... |
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I remember when I was a lad,
times were hard and things were bad. But there's a silver lining behind every cloud. Just poor people, that's all we were. Trying to make a living out of black land dirt. We'd get together in a family circle singing loud. Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor. Me and little brother would join right in there. Singing seems to help a troubled soul. One of these days and it won't be long. I'll rejoin them in a song. I'm gonna join the family circle at the Throne. No, the circle won't be broken. By and by, Lord, by and by. Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor. Me and little brother would join right in there. In the sky, Lord, in the sky. Now I remember after work, Mama would call in all of us. You could hear us singing for a country mile. Now little brother has done gone on. But, I'll rejoin him in a song. We'll be together again up yonder in a little while. Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor. Me and little brother would join right in there. Cause singing seems to help a troubled soul. One of these days and it won't be long, I'll rejoin them in a song. I'm gonna join the family circle at the Throne. Oh, no the circle won't be broken. By and by, Lord, by and by. Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor. Me and little brother would join right in there. In the sky, Lord, in the sky. In the sky, Lord, in the sky. |
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Well, my daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to Ma and me Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left he went and named me Sue. Well, he musta thought that it was quite a joke, An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks Seems I had to fight my whole life through Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean My fist got hard and my wits got keen I roamed from town to town to hide my shame But I made me a vow to the Moon and stars I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man that gave me that awful name Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I'd just hit town and my throat was dry I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew In an old saloon on a street of mud There at a table dealin' stud Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn out picture that my mother had And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye He was big and bent and grey and old And I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said "My name is Sue! How do you do? Now you gonna die!" Yeah! That's what I told him Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down but to my surprise Came up with a knife an' cut off a piece o' my ear I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kickin' and a gougin' in the mud and the blood and the beer I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile Well, I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss He went for his gun but I pulled mine first He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile And he said, "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along So I gave you that name and I said good-bye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's that name that helped to make you strong" Yeah! He said, "Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me and ya got the right To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do But you oughta thank me before I die For the gravel in your gut and the spit in the eye 'Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you Sue" Yeah, what could I do? What could I do? I got all choked up and threw down my gun Called him my Pa and he called me his son And I came away with a different point of view And I think about him now and then Every time I try and every time I win And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George, anything but Sue! I still hate that name! |
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The old man turned off the radio
Said, "Where did all of the old songs go Kids sure play funny music these days They play it in the strangest ways" Said, "It looks to me like they've all gone wild It was peaceful back when I was a child Well, man, could it be that the girls and boys Are trying to be heard above your noise?" And the lonely voice of youth cries "What is truth?" A little boy of three sittin' on the floor Looks up and says, "Daddy, what is war?" "Son, that's when people fight and die" The little boy of three says, "Daddy, why?" A young man of seventeen in Sunday school Being taught the golden rule And by the time another year has gone around It may be his turn to lay his life down Can you blame the voice of youth for asking "What is truth?" A young man sittin' on the witness stand The man with the book says, "Raise your hand Repeat after me, I solemnly swear" The man looked down at his long hair And although the young man solemnly swore Nobody seems to hear anymore And it didn't really matter if the truth was there It was the cut of his clothes and the length of his hair And the lonely voice of youth cries "What is truth?" The young girl dancing to the latest beat Has found new ways to move her feet The young man speaking in the city square Is trying to tell somebody that he cares Yeah, the ones that you're calling wild Are gonna be the leaders in a little while This old world's wakin' to a new born day And I solemnly swear that it'll be their way You better help the voice of youth find "What is truth" And the lonely voice of youth cries "What is truth?" |
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| 2:33 |
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Six foot six he stood on the ground,
He weighed 235 pounds But I saw that giant of a man brought down to his knees by love He was the kind of man that would gamble on luck Look you in the eye and never back up But I saw him crying like a little whipped pup because of love You can't see it with your eyes, hold it in your hands But like the wind that covers our land Strong enough to rule the heart of every man, this thing called love It can lift you up, never let you down Take your world and turn it all around Ever since time nothing's ever been found stronger than love Most men are like me, they worry and doubt They trouble their minds day in and day out Too busy with livin' to worry about a little word like love But when I see a mother's tenderness As she holds her young close to her breast Then I thank God that the world's been blessed with the thing called love You can't see it with your eyes, hold it in your hands But like the wind that covers our land Strong enough to rule the heart of every man, this thing called love It can lift you up, never let you down Take your world and turn it all around Ever since time nothing's ever been found stronger than love |
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Well I saw you with another
It made me lose my mind Shot you with my '38 And now I'm doin' time And you put me here You put me here Well there's no way to doubt There ain't no two ways about it As sure as your name's Kate You put me here I've been tryin' to tell 'em That I didn't do no wrong Only gave you what you been Deservin' all along And you put me here You put me here There ain't no use denyin' You done it with your lyin' As sure as your name's Kate You put me here Well the jury found me guilty They wouldn't hear my plea I listened as that judge said Murder in the first degree And you put me here You put me here Well there ain't no need to doubt There ain't no two ways about it As sure as your name's Kate You put me here Now the warden and the preacher They're lettin' me go slow It won't be long until I'm gone Just thirteen steps to go And you put me here You put me here There's just one way to figure Your cheatin' pulled the trigger As sure as your name's Kate You put me here Well there ain't no need to doubt There ain't no two ways about it As sure as your name's Kate You put me here Kate, you just plain bad, you know that... |
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| 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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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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Well I left Kentucky back in '49 and
Went to Detroit workin' on the assembly line The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry Cuz I always wanted me one that was long and black One day I devised myself a plan That should be the envy of most any man I'd sneak it outta there in a lunchbox in my hand Now gettin' caught meant gettin' fired But I figured I'd have it all by the time I retired I'd have me a car worth at least 100 grand I'd get it one piece at a time And it wouldn't cost me a dime You'll know it's me when I come through your town I'm gonna ride around in style I'm gonna drive everybody wild Cuz I'll have the only one there is around So the very next day when I punched in With my big lunchbox and with help from my friend I left that day with a lunchbox full of gears I've never considered myself a thief But GM wouldn't miss just one little piece Especially if I strung it out over several years The first day I got me a fuel pump And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk Then I got me a transmission and all the chrome The little things I could get in my big lunchbox Like nuts and bolts and all 4 shocks But the big stuff we snuck out my buddy's mobile home Now up to now my plan went alright 'Til we tried to put it all together one night And that's when we noticed that somethin' was definitly wrong The transmission was a '53 and The motor turned out to be a '73 and When we tried to put in the bolts all the holes were gone So we drilled it out so that it would fit and With a little help from an adapter kit We had that engine runnin' just like a song Now the headlights, they was another sight We had 2 on the left and 1 on the right But when we pulled out the switch all 3 of 'em come on The back end looked kinda funny too But we put it together and when we got through Well that's when we noticed that we only had 1 tail fin About that time my wife walked out and I could see in her eyes that she had her doubts But she opened the door and said "Honey, take me for a spin" So we drove uptown just to get the tags and I headed her right on down main drag I could hear everybody laughin' for blocks around But up there at the court house they didn't laugh Cuz to type it up it took the whole staff and When they got through the title weighed 60 pounds I got it one piece at a time And it didn't cost me a dime You'll know it's me when I come through your town I'm gonna ride around in style I'm gonna drive everybody wild 'Cause I'll have the only one there is around. Ugh! Yow, RED RYDER This is the COTTON MOUTH In the PSYCHO-BILLY CADILLAC Come on Huh, This is the COTTON MOUTH And negatory on the cost of this mow-chine there RED RYDER You might say I went right up to the factory And picked it up, it's cheaper that way Ugh!, what model is it? Well, It's a '49, '50, '51, '52, '53, '54, '55, '56 '57, '58' 59' automobile It's a '60, '61, '62, '63, '64, '65, '66, '67 '68, '69, '70 automobile. |
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Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down.
I think you only live to see the lights of town. I wasted my time when I would try, try, try. When the lights have lost their glow, you're gonna cry, cry, cry. I lie awake at night and wait 'til you come in. You stay a little while and then you're gone again. Every question that I ask, I get a lie, lie, lie. For every lie you tell, you're gonna cry, cry, cry. You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone, When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own. You're gonna cry, cry, cry. Soon your sugar-daddies will all be gone. You'll wake up some cold day and find you're alone. You'll call to me but I'm gonna tell you: "Bye, bye, bye," When I turn around and walk away, you'll cry, cry, cry, When your fickle little love gets old, no one will care for you. You'll come back to me for a little love that's true. I'll tell you no and you gonna ask me why, why, why? When I remind you of all of this, you'll cry, cry, cry. You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone, When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own. You're gonna cry, cry, cry. You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll want me there, It'll hurt when you think of the fool you've been. You're gonna cry, cry, cry. |
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| 2:13 |
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Hey, get rhythm!
When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! Get a rock and roll feeling in your bones, Put taps on your toes, and get goin' Get rhythm! When you get the blues! A little shoe-shine boy he never gets low-down, But he's got the dirtiest job in town! Bending low at the peoples' feet, On a windy corner of a dirty street. Well, I asked him while she shined my shoes, How'd he keep from getting the blues. He grinned as he raised his little head, He popped a shoe-shine rag, and he said Get rhythm! When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! A jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine, It'll shake all your troubles from your worried mind. Get rhythm! When you get the blues! Get rhythm! When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! Get a rock and roll feeling in your bones, Put taps on your toes, and get goin' Get rhythm! When you get the blues! Well, I had to listen to the shoe-shine boy, And I thought I was gonna jump for joy! Slapped on the shoe polish left and right, He took a shoe-shine rag and he held it tight. He stopped once to wipe the sweat away, I said, you're a mighty little boy to be a-workin' that way! He said I like it, with a big wide grin, Kept on a-poppin' and he said again, Get rhythm! When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! It only costs a dime, just a nickel a shoe. It does a million dollars worth of good for you. Get rhythm! When you get the blues! |
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I found him by the railroad track this morning
I could see that he was nearly dead I knelt down beside him and I listened Just to hear the words the dying fellow said He said they let me out of prison down in Frisco For ten long years I've paid for what I've done I was trying to get back to Louisiana To see my Rose and get to know my son Chorus: Give my love to Rose please won't you mister Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes Tell my boy his daddy's so proud of him And don't forget to give my love to Rose Tell them I said thanks for waiting for me Tell my boy to help his mom at home Tell my Rose to try to find another For it ain't right that she should live alone Mister here's a bag with all my money It won't last them long the way it goes God bless you for finding me this morning And don't forget to give my love to Rose Chorus: Give my love to Rose please won't you mister Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes Tell my boy his daddy's so proud of him And don't forget to give my love to Rose |
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There are some people,who say we cannot tell,
Whether we are saved or, whether all is well; They say we only can hope and, trust that it is so, But I was there when it happened and I guess I ought to know. Chorus Yes, I know when Jesus saved me (yes, He saved my soul), The very moment He forgave me (yes, He made me whole); He took away my heavy burden (yes, He took my sin and), And He gave me peace within (gave me peace within). Satan can't make me doubt it (he can't make me doubt it), It's real and I'm gonna shout it (I'm gonna shout it); 'Cause I was there when it happened (oh, my Lord), and I guess I ought to know (yes, I ought to know). Now, I don't care who tells me, salvation is not real, Though the world may argue, that we cannot feel; The heavy burdens lifted and the vile sins go, But I was there when it happened and I guess I ought to know. |
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Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River. Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die. I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota). And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl. Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport, And I followed you, Big River, when you called. Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river). A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone. I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the bluff. She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone. Now, won't you bat it down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on. Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans. Go on, I've had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf. She loves you, Big River, more than me. Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River. Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die. |
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At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind will come Sweethearts walk by together And I still miss someone I go out on a party And look for a little fun But I find a darkened corner because I still miss someone No, I never got over those blue eyes I see them everywhere I miss those arms that held me When all the love was there I wonder if she's sorry For leavin' what we'd begun There's someone for me somewhere And I still miss someone. |
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Words and music by Johnny Cash
(Spoken) I got cotton in the bottom land It's up and growin' and I got a good stand My good wife and them kids of mine Gonna get new shoes, come Pickin' Time Get new shoes come Pickin' Time. Ev'ry night when I go to bed I thank the Lord that my kids are fed They live on beans eight days and nine But I get 'em fat come Pickin' Time Get 'em fat come come Pickin' Time. The corn is yellow and the beans are high The sun is hot in the summer sky The work is hard til layin' by Layin' by til Pickin' Time Layin' by til Pickin' Time. It's hard to see by the coal-oil light And I turn it off purty early at night 'Cause a jug of coal-oil costs a dime But I stay up late come Pickin' Time Stay up late come Pickin' Time. My old wagon barely gets me to town I patched the wheels and I watered 'em down Keep her in shape so she'll be fine To haul my cotton come Pickin' Time Haul my cotton come Pickin' Time. Last Sunday mornin' when they passed the hat It was still nearly empty back where I sat But the preacher smiled and said that's fine The Lord'll wait til Pickin' Time The Lord'll wait til Pickin' Time. |
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Will we get cold and hungry will times be very bad
When we're needin' bread and meat where we gonna get it dad We'll get it from the man in the house on the hill Yes we will from the man on the hill Ploughin' time is over still the fields are bare How we gonna make a livin' with twenty acres to share I'll beg for more land from the man on the hill yes I will I'll ask the man on the hill I ain't got no Sunday shoes that I can wear to town Papa reckon the boss has got a pair of hand-me-downs I'll go and ask the man in the house on the hill yes I will I'll ask the man on the hill Maybe he will help us maybe we'll get by But who's gonna pay the dyin' bills if we all should die We'll leave it to the man in the sky when we die Yes we'll leave it to the man in the sky |
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On A Monday I Was Ar-rested (Uh Huh)
On A Tuesday They Locked Me In The Jail (Oh Boy) On A Wednesday My Trial Was At-tested On A Thursday They Said Guilty And The Judge's Gavel Fell I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me Down On A Monday My Momma Come To See Me On A Tuesday They Caught Me With A File On A Wednesday I'm Down In Solitary On A Thursday I Start On Bread And Water For A While I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me Down I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders I Got Chains --- Chains Around My Feet I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around My Shoulders And Them Chains --- Them Chains They're About To Drag Me |
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Troublesome waters much blacker than night
Are hiding from view of the harbor's bright lights Tossed in the turmoil of life's stormy sea I cry to my Saviour have mercy on me Then gently I'm feeling the touch of his hands guiding my boat in safely to land Leading the way to heaven's bright shore Troublesome waters I'm fearing no more [ ac.guitar ] Troublesome waters around me do roll they're rocking my boat and racking my soul Loved ones are drifting and living in sin the treacherous whirlpools are pulling them in Then gently I'm feeling... [ ac.guitar ] When troublesome waters are rolling so high I'll lift up my voice and to heaven I'll cry My Lord I am trusting give guidance to me and steady my boat on life's troubled sea Then gently I'm feeling... |
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Ten years ago on a cold dark night,
someone was killed 'neath the town hall lights. There were few at the scene, but they all agreed, that the slayer who ran looked a lot like me. Chorus ~ She walks these hills, in a long black veil. She visits my grave, when the night winds wail. Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows, but me The Judge said son, what is your alibi, if you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die. I spoke not a word, though it meant my life, for i'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife. Chorus* Now the scaffold is high, and eternity's near. She stood in the crowd, and shed not a tear. But some times at night, when the cold wind moans In a long black veil, she cries over my bones Chorus ~ She walks these hills, in a long black veil. When the cold winds blow, and the night winds wail. No body knows, no body sees. No body knows, but me. |
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Oh come all you young fellers so young and so fine
Seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal Where it's dark as a dungeon damp as the dew danger is double pleasures are few Where the rain never falls the sun never shines It's a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine Well it's many a man that I've seen in my day (uh huh no laughin' during this song please it's bein' recorded) Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard with his wine A man will have lust for the lure of the mine And pray when I'm dead and my ages shall roll That my body would blacken and turn into coal Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home and pity the miner digging my bones Where it's dark as a dungeon... |
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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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Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down I went right home and I went to bed I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun Took a shot of cocaine and away I run Made a good run but I run too slow They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico Late in the hot joints takin' the pills In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee If you've got a warrant just a-read it to me Shot her down because she made me slow I thought I was her daddy but she had five more When I was arrested I was dressed in black They put me on a train and they took me back Had no friend for to go my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail Early next mornin' bout a half past nine I spied the sheriff coming down the line Up then he coughed as he cleared his throat He said, "Come on you dirty heck into that district court" Into the courtroom my trial began Where I was handled by twelve honest men Just before the jury started out I saw that little judge commence to look about In about five minutes in walked the man Holding the verdict in his right hand The verdict read in the first degree I hollered, "Lawdy Lawdy, have mercy on me" The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen 99 years in the Folsom pen 99 years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down Come on you've gotta listen unto me Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be |
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On this rock pile, with my ball and chain.
They call me by a number not a name Lord, Lord. Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time. With an achin' heart, on that gal of mine. You can here my hammer, you can hear my saw. Gonna sing it like John Henry all day long Lord, Lord. Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time. With an achin' heart, on that gal of mine. When that old judge looked down at me. Said I put you in that penetentiary Lord, Lord. Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time. With an achin' heart, on that gal of mine. Well now it wont be long, just a few more days. They'll let me out of here I'm gonna stay Lord, Lord. With that gal of mine, with that gal of mine. She's a waited for me while I've done my time. |
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They used to call me Rockabilly
All of us ran through When Elvis opened up the door With a pup-and-pup-and-boo I didn't ever play much rock and roll 'Cause I got so much country in my soul But I'm a different man for lovin' you And I take a shot at what you ask me to And baby I will rock and roll with you If I have to Memphis 1955 on Newton Avenue Carl and Jerry and Charlie and Roy And Billy Riley too A new sun risin' on the way we sing And a world of weirdo's waitin' in the wings But I love you and though I'm past 42 There are still a few things yet I didn't do And baby I will rock and roll with you If I have to |
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Without love I am half human without love I'm all machine
Without love there's nothing doin' I will die without love Without love I am an island all by myself in a heartbreak sea Without love there's no denyin' I am dyin' without love For there is nowhere I can run and there is no hiding place Sticking out like a sore thumb by that gloomy look upon my face Without love I'm incomplete without love I am not whole Without love I'm barely on my feet I am dyin' without love [Guitar] For there is nowhere I can run... I am dyin' without love |
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My name is Joe Roberts, I work for the state
I'm a sergeant out on Perenville barracks number 8 I've always done an honest job, honest as I could Got a brother named Frankie, Frankie ain't no good Ever since we were young kids, it's been the same come down I'd get a call on the short wave, Frankie's in trouble downtown Well, if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away But sometimes when it's your brother, you look the other way Yeah, me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin', nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria while the band played "The Night of the Johnstown Flood" I catch him when he's strayin', like any brother should Man turns his back on his family, he ain't no good Well, Frankie went into the army back in 1965 I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife But them wheat prices kept on droppin', 'til it was like we's gettin' robbed Frankie came home in '68, and me, I took this job Yeah, me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin', nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria while the band played "The Night of the Johnstown Flood" I catch him when he's strayin', teach him how to walk that line Man turns his back on his family ain't no friend of mine The night was like any other, I got a call 'bout a quarter to nine There was trouble at a roadhouse out on the Michigan line There was a kid on the floor, lookin' bad, bleedin' hard from his head There was a girl cryin' at a table, it was Frankie, she said I ran out and I jumped in my car, then I hit the lights I must have done about a hundred and ten to Michigan County that night It was down by the crossroads, out by willow bank Seen the Buick with Ohio plates, behind the wheel was Frank Well, I chased him through them county roads, 'til the sign said Canadian border five miles from here Pulled over to the side out the highway, watched the taillights disappear Yeah, me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin', nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria while the band played "The Night of the Johnstown Flood" I catch him when he's strayin', like any brother should Man turns his back on his family, he ain't no good |
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Now, this here's the story of the Rock Island Line
The Rock Island line, she runs down into New Orleans There's a big toll gate down there And, y' know, if you got certain things on board When you go through the toll gate Where you don't have to pay the man all toll Well, the train driver, he pulled up to the toll gate The man only asked him what he had on board, and he said "I got livestock, I got livestock I got cows, I got pigs, I got sheep, I got mules, I got all livestock" Well, he said, "you're alright, boy You don't have to pay no toll You just go right on through" So, he went on through the toll gate, and as he went through He started picking up a little bit of speed Picking up a little bit of steam He got on through he turned a look back to the man, he said "Well, I fooled you, I fooled you I got pig iron, I got pig iron I got all pig iron" Down the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road The Rock Island Line, it's the road to ride The Rock Island Line, it's a mighty good road Well, if you want to ride you gotta ride like you find it Get your ticket at the station of the Rock Island Line It was cloudy in the west, looked like rain, But round the corner come-a passenger train. North-bound train on the south-bound track, You were all right a-leavin but you won't be back Well, the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road The Rock Island Line, it's the road to ride The Rock Island Line, it's a mighty good road Well, if you want to ride you gotta ride like you find it Get your ticket at the station of the Rock Island Line Now I may be right and I may be wrong But you're gonna miss me when I'm gone Well, the engineer said before he died, There were two more drinks he'd like to have tried, The doctor asked him "what could they be?" He said "a hot cup of coffee and cold glass of tea" Well, the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road The Rock Island Line, it's the road to ride The Rock Island Line, it's a mighty good road Well, if you want to ride you gotta ride like you find it Get your ticket at the station of the Rock Island Line |
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Irene, goodnight, Irene, goodnight,
Goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Irene, I'll get you in my dreams I asked your mother for you (What'd she tell him?) She told me that you was too young (She's 18 years old) I wish the lord that I'd never seen your face I'm sorry you ever was born (It broke his heart!) Irene, goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Irene, I'll get you in my dreams Sometimes I live in the country, Sometimes I live in town, Sometimes I have a great notion; Jumpin' in into the river and drown Irene, goodnight, Irene, goodnight Goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Irene I'll get you in my dreams Stop ramblin', and stop gamblin', Quit stayin' out late at night (What are ya gonna do?) Go home to your wife and your family (Where you oughta be,) And sit down out by the fireside bright (And people come at night) Irene, goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Irene, I'll get you in my dreams I love Irene, god knows I do (Too late) Love her until the sea run dry If Irene turns her back on me (Whatcha gonna do?) I'm gonna take a morphine and die (She said, "go ahead and kill yourself then!") Irene, goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Irene, I'll get you in my dreams The Weavers' Version The very last words that I heard her say, Was "please sing me one more song" Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight, Goodnight Irene, Goodnight Irene, I'll see you in my dreams Last saturday night, I got married Me and my wife settled down Now me and my wife are parted I'm gonna take another stroll downtown Stop rambling, stop your rambling, Stop staying out late at night Go home to your wife and family Stay there by your fireside bright I love Irene God knows I do Love her till the seas run dry And if irene turns her back on me, I'll take morphine and die |
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Born to lose, I've lived my life in vain
Ev'ry dream has only brought me pain All my life I've always been so blue Born to lose, and now I'm losing you Born to lose, it seems so hard to bear how I long to always have you near You've grown tired, and now you say we're through Born to lose, and now I'm losing you riff Born to lose, my every hope is gone It's so hard to face that empty dawn You were all the happiness I knew Born to lose and now I'm losing you There is no use to dream of happiness All I see is only loneliness All my life, I've always been so blue Born to lose, and now I'm losing you |
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All around the water tank waitin' for a train
A thousand miles away from home sleeping in the rain I walked up to a brakeman just to give him a line of talk He said if you've got money I'll see that you don't walk Well I haven't got a nickel not a penny can I show He said get off you railroad bum and he slammed the boxcar door [ piano ] Well he put me off in Texas a place I dearly love The wide open spaces all around me the moon and stars above Nobody seems to want me nor to lend me a helping hand I'm on my way from Frisco headin' back to Dixie Land My pocketbook is empty my heart is willed with pain I'm a thousand miles away from home just waitin' for a train |
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Come all you rounders if you wanna hear the story about a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the roller's name on a 68 wheeler course he won his fame Caller called Casey bout half past four he kissed his wife at the station door He climbed in the cabin with his orders in his hand Said this is the trip to the Promised Land Casey Jones climbed in the cabin Casey Jones orders in his hand Casey Jones leanin' out the window taking a trip to the Promised Land Through South Memphis Yards on a fly rain been a fallin' and the water was high Everybody knew by the engine's moan that the man at the throttle was Casey Jones Well Jones said fireman now don't you fret Sam Webb said we ain't a givin' up yet We're eight hours late with the southbound mail We'll be on time or we're leavin' the rails Casey Jones climbed in the cabin... Dead on the rail was a passenger train blood was a boilin' in Casey's brain Casey said hey now look out ahead jump Sam jump or we'll all be dead With a hand on a whistle and a hand on a brake north Mississippi was wide awake I see railroad official said he's a good engineer to be a laying dead Casey Jones climbed in the cabin... Headaches and heartaches and all kinds of pain all the part of a railroad train Sweat and toil the good and the grand part of the life of a railroad man Casey Jones climbed in the cabin... |
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John Henry's Papy woke him up one midnight
He said before the sheriff comes i wanna tell you, listen boy, said learn to ball a jack, learn to lay a track, learn to pick and shovel too, and take my hammer, it'll do anything you tell it to John Hery's mammie had about a dozen babies, John Henry's papie told tale about a dozen times the babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money, he said i'll pay you quarter at a time, startin' tomorow, that's the pay for a steel driver on this line Then the section foreman said hey hammer swinger, i see you brought your own hammer boy, but what else can all those muscles do? and he said, I can turn a jack, i can lay a track, i can pick and shovel too (can you swing a hammer boy?) i can i'll do anything you hire me to now ain't you something so high and mighty with your muscles, just go ahead pick up that hammer, pick up the hammer he said get a rusty spike and swing it down three times, i'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to, go on and do what you say you can do With a steep nose hammer on a four foot switch panel, John Henry raised it back till it touched his heels, then the spike went through the cross tie and it split it half in two, 35 cents a day for driven steel, (sweat sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings) I was born for driven steel Well John Henry hammered in the mountain, he'd give a grunt and he'd give groan with every swing, the women folks for miles around, heard him and come down, to watch him make the cold steel ring, lord what a swinger, just listen to that cold steel ring, but the bad boss come up laughing at John Henry, said you full of vinegar now, but you bout through, were gonna get a steam drill to do your share of drivin, then what's all them muscles gonna do, huh John Henry, gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you John Henry said i feed four little brothers, and my baby sister's walking on her knees, did the lord say that machines awtta take the place of living, and what's a subsitute for bread and beans, i ain't seen it, do engines get rewarded for their steam John Henry hid in a coal mine for his dinner now, had thirty minutes to rest before the bell, the mine boss hollered get up whoever you are and get a pick ax, give me enough coal to start another hill, and keep it burning, mine me enough to start another hill John Henry said to his captain, a man ain't nothin but a man, but if you bring that steam drill round, i'll beat it fair and honest, i'll die with my hammer in my hand, but i'll be laughing, cuz you can't replace a steel driven man There was a big crowd of people at the mountain, John Henry said to the steam drill how is you, pardon me mister steam drill, i suppose you didn't hear me, i said how you, well can you turn a jack, can you lay a track, can you pick and shovel too, listen this hammer swingers talkin' to you 2000 people hollered go John Henry, then somebody hollered the mountain's caving in, John Henry told the captain, tell the kind folks not to worry, that ain't nothin but my hammer suckin' wind, keeps me breathing, a steel drivers muscle i intend, Captain tell the people move back further, i'm at the finish line and i ain't no drill, she's so far behind you ain't got the brains to quit it, when she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills, lord lordy, when she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Well John Henry had a little woman, i believe the lady's name was Polly Ann, yeah that was his good woman, John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home, he layed down to rest his weary back and early next morining he said come here Polly Ann come here sugar, ya know i believe this is the first time i ever watched the sun come up that i couldn't come up with it Take my hammer Polly Ann and go to that rail road, swing that hammer like you seen me do it, and when your swinging with the lead men, they'll all know they'll all know your John Henry's woman, but tell them that's not all i can do, tell em i can hoist a jack, and i can lay a track, i can pick and shovel too, aint no machine can, that's been proved to you There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house, the section hands laid him in the sand, trains go by on the rails John Henry laid, they slow down and take off their hats, the men do, when they come to the palce John Henrys laid, rests on his back, some say mornin steel driver you sure were a hammer swinger, then they go along pickin up speed, clikty clak, clikty clak, down there lies a steel driven man oh lord, down there lies a steel driven man, down there lies a steel driven man oh lord, down there lies a steel driven man |
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(Didli ai di ai didl didli ai di ai dei)
Oh, do you remember sweet Betsy from Pike She crossed the big mountains with her lover Ike With two yoke of oxen and a big yellow dog And a tall Shanghai rooster and one spottled hog. Didli ai di ai didl didli ai di ai dei They soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out And down in the sand she lay rolling about While Ike in great tears looked on in surprise Saying Betsy get up you'll get sand in your eyes. Didli ai di ai didl didli ai di ai dei Betsy got up in the great deal of pain She said she'd go back to Pike County again But I gave a sigh then he fondly embraced And he traveled along with his arm round her waist. (How can sweet Betsy went out to the dance And Ike poor a fellow he's down at his pance) Betsy was dressed up in ribbons and rings Said Iken you're an angel but where are your wings. Didli ai di ai didl didli ai di ai dei Well, the miner said Betsy will you dance with me She answere I will if you want make two free I can't dance too hard do you want to know why Because I'm so full of that strong out cooli. Ike and sweet Betsy got married of course But Ike was so jealous he gotta divorce And Betsy well satidfied said with a shout Goodbye forever I'm glad you've backed out. Didli ai di ai didl didli ai di ai dei... |
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As I walked out on the streets of Laredo.
As I walked out on Laredo one day, I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen, Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay. "I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy." These words he did say as I boldly walked by. "Come an' sit down beside me an' hear my sad story. "I'm shot in the breast an' I know I must die." "It was once in the saddle, I used to go dashing. "Once in the saddle, I used to go gay. "First to the card-house and then down to Rose's. "But I'm shot in the breast and I'm dying today." "Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin. "Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall. "Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin. "Roses to deaden the clods as they fall." "Then beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly. "Play the dead march as you carry me along. "Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me, "I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong." "Then go write a letter to my grey-haired mother, "An' tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone. "But please not one word of the man who had killed me. "Don't mention his name and his name will pass on." When thus he had spoken, the hot sun was setting. The streets of Laredo grew cold as the clay. We took the young cowboy down to the green valley, And there stands his marker, we made, to this day. We beat the drum slowly and played the Fife lowly, Played the dead march as we carried him along. Down in the green valley, laid the sod o'er him. He was a young cowboy and he said he'd done wrong. |
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From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
She climbs a flowery mountains o'er the hills and by the shore She's mighty tall and handsome she's known quite well by all She's a regular combination on the Wabash Cannonball REFRAIN: Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball Well she came down from Birmingham one cold December day As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say She's from Tennessee she's long and she's tall She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball (REFRAIN) Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand And always be remembered in the courts throughout the land His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall We'll carry him home to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball (REFRAIN) |
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Oh I'll twine with my mingles and waving black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair And the myrtles so bright with the emerald dew The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue I will dance I will sing and my laugh shall be gay I will charm every heart in her crown I will sway When I woke from my dreaming my idols were clay All portions of love had all blown away Oh she taught me to leave her and promised to love And to cherish me over all others above How my heart is now wondering no misery can tell She left me no warning no words of farewell Yes she taught me to love her and call me her flower That was blooming to cheer her through life's dreary hour Oh I long to see her and regret the dark hour She's gone and neglected her pale wildwood flower |
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Hear that lonesome whippoorwill?
He sounds too blue to fly. The midnight train is whining low: I'm so lonesome I could cry. I've never seen a night so long, When time goes crawling by. The moon just went behind a cloud, To hide its face and cry. Did you ever see a Robin weep, When leaves begin to die? That means he's lost the will to live. I'm so lonesome I could cry. Instrumental break. The silence of a falling star, Lights up a purple sky. And as I wonder where you are, I'm so lonesome I could cry. I'm so lonesome I could cry. |
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Time has passed I've forgotten mother nature does wonderful things
I thought nothing could stop me from loving you but time changes everything You can change the name of an old song rearrange it and make it swing I thought nothing could stop me from loving you but time changes everything [ fiddle - steel ] Goodbye goodluck may God bless you Idon't say I won't love again I guess that it's true for me and for you that time changes everything |
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Those cotton fields were hot
And that tractor never was my kind of livin' And when I hit sixteen I had my size and I hit the road to freedom And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my Momma 'Cause she must've cried for hours I still hear her sayin' to me "Get your guitar and pick the 'Wildwood Flower'" Now Memphis was big And it was hard to find a job and so I didn't And it was easier to go back to the country And it was more like livin' Now, I've been down every road And I've stood on every porch where they were givin' And if they had a dime on an hour I would pick the 'Wildwood Flower' It's hard to turn around And look back down the roads that I have traveled 'Cause like a never endin' ball of twine My dreams have come unraveled Now as evening lays its shawl Across the shoulders of my life, I find I couldn't tie my life together With guitar strings and a poet's heartfelt mind And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my Momma 'Cause she must've cried for hours I still hear her saying to me "Get your guitar and pick the 'Wildwood Flower'" Play it like this, son |
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I long for the trip I don't need no grip I'm takin' one more ride
Way out there in the prairie air I guess it's in my hide For the clickety clack of the railroad track is callin' If a man can know where the Santa Fe goes when she gets under steam And the big loud bell that bongs farewell could hear her whistle scream He's bound to go where there ain't no snow a-fallin' One more ride One more ride I miss the gloom of the prairie moon that seemed to know my name And the tumbleweed where the prairie dogs feed I miss them just the same They're all a part of a song of heart I'm sayin' I recall the tune that I sang to the moon and it seemed to make it smile And I rode away at the close of the day and I stayed so long awhile But I long to be where the memory is ringing One more ride One more ride As the years go by I wonder why I longed to leave my home And to hit the trail of the iron rail way out there alone But my heart would sigh 'til I know that I am leavin' If I don't come back on a one-way track way down from Mexico You can find me there or any old where that a tumbleweed will grow It's goodbye now you'll never know how I'm grievin' One more ride One more ride One more ride One more ride |
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Bet it ain't raining back home
Bet your sister's still on the phone Bet Momma's in the kitchen, cooking fried chicken Wishing that I hadn't done wrong Yeah, Momma, don't you worry about it none though Everything's gonna be all right, Momma They're teaching us a lot of new things in here Momma Things like There ain't no good in an evil-hearted woman And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James And you don't go writing hot cheques down in Mississippi And there ain't no good chain gang Papa's reading yesterday's mail Wishing that the hay was all baled I bet he's a-wishing we could go fishing And here I am a-laying in jail Well, Papa, don't you worry about it none now Everything's gonna be all right, Papa They're teaching us a lesson a day we're learning pretty well too We've already learned a whole lot of stuff already Things like There ain't no good in an evil-hearted woman And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James And you don't go writing hot cheques down in Mississippi And there ain't no good chain gang There ain't no good in an evil-hearted woman And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James And you don't go writing hot cheques down in Mississippi And there ain't no good chain gang There ain't no good in an evil-hearted woman And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James And you don't go writing hot cheques down in Mississippi And there ain't no good chain gang |
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Harry Truman was our president
A coke an burger cost you thirty cents I was still in love with Mavis Brown On the night Hank Williams came to town. "I Love Lucy" debuted on TV That was one big event we didn't see 'Cause no one stayed at home for miles around It was the night Hank Williams came to town. Mama ironed my shirt and daddy let me take the truck I drove on out to Grapevine and picked old Mavis up We hit that county line for one quick round On the night HANK WILLIAMS came to town. A thousand people sweltered in the gym Then I heard someone whisper; "Hey, that's him" That's when the crowd let out this deafening sound It was the night Hank Williams came to town. On and on he sang into the night 'Jambalaya', 'Cheatin' heart', 'I saw the light' How'd they get Miss Audrey in that gown On the night Hank Williams came to town. Mavis had her picture made with Hank outside his car She said; "He sure is humble for a Grand Ole Opry Star." Mavis said: "Why don't we hang around It ain't often that Hank Williams comes to town." While Hank signed his autograph on Beaulah Rice's fan Mavis got acquainted with the Driftin' Cowboys Band The effect on all our lives was quite profound On the night Hank Williams came to town. Radio announcer's voice in the background: Remember, friends and neighbors, Hank Williams and all the Drifting Cowboys will be at the high school gym in person for one show only this Saturday night. The big 2 hour show starts at 7:30 - tickets are just a dollar-fifty each; you get your money's worth the first 15 minutes and the rest is free. That's Saturday night - advance tickets are on sale now at Renfrow's Drugstore, Do-Nut Heaven and here at the radio station. Hank Williams - all the Drifting Cowboys, Don Helms, Jerry Rivers (fade) |
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I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five But I am still alive. I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide And with the sea I did abide. I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed But I am living still. I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide Where steel and water did collide A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and around and around I fly a starship across the Universe divide And when I reach the other side I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can Perhaps I may become a highwayman again Or I may simply be a single drop of rain But I will remain And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again.. |
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THE WANDERER - U2 with Johnny Cash
(U2/Bono) written Gordan Lightfoot ?? I went out walking through the streets paved with gold lifted some stones saw the skin and bones of a city without a soul I went out walking under an atomic sky where the ground won't turn and the rain it burns like the tears when I said goodbye CHORUS Yeah I went with nothing nothing but the thought of you I went wandering I went drifting through the capitals of tin where men can't walk or freely talk and sons turn their fathers in I stopped outside a church house where the citizens like to sit they say they want the kingdom but they don't want God in it CHORUS I went out with nothing nothing but the thought of you I went wandering I went out walking down that winding road where no one's trusting no one and conscience...a too heavy load I went out riding, down that ol'eight lane I passed by a thousand signs looking for my own name CHORUS I went with nothing but the thought you'd be there, too Looking for you I went out there in search of experience to taste and to touch and to feel's as much as a man can before he repents I went out searching, looking for one good man A spirit who would not bend or break Who could sit at his father's right hand I went out walking with a bible and a gun The word of God lay heavy on my heart I was sure I was the one Now Jesus, don't you wait up Jesus, I'll be home soon Yea I went out for the papers told her I'd be back by noon Yeah I left with nothing but the thought you'd be there too looking for you... Yeah I left with nothing nothing but the thought of you... I went wandering |
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it's true that i used to be crazy
and harder to love than most men and the blood that ran in these tired hands was harder and wilder back then and i don't feel as tall as i used to maybe it's just that i've grown you're the one that held my hand when i fell if i just couldn't make it alone we've lived out all the stories sang all the old songs it takes one to know me i guess you're the one your daughters are ladies of fortune and your son an heir to the throne and though this crown that i hold is tarnished and cold it's a symbol of all that we own sometimes i wish i was younger and could pick up the pieces and run but then i look back on the matter of fact and it's a race that we've already won we've lived out all the stories sang all the old songs it takes one to know me i guess you're the one we've lived out all the stories sang all the old songs it takes one to know me and you knew the one |
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Well the drums rolled off in my forehead
and the guns went off in my chest Remember carrying the baby for you Crying in the wilderness I lost track of my friends, I lost my kin I cut them off as limbs I drove out over the flatlands hunting down you and him The sky was big and empty My chest filled to explode I yelled my insides out at the sun At the wide open road it's a wide open road, it's a wide open road How do you think it feels sleeping by yourself? when the one you love, the one you love is with someone else Then it's a wide open road It's a wide open road And now you can go any place that you ever wanted to go I wake up in the morning thinking I'm still by your side I reach out just to touch you then I realise It's a wide open road It's a wide open road |
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I long for the trip I don't need no grip I'm takin' one more ride
Way out there in the prairie air I guess it's in my hide For the clickety clack of the railroad track is callin' If a man can know where the Santa Fe goes when she gets under steam And the big loud bell that bongs farewell could hear her whistle scream He's bound to go where there ain't no snow a-fallin' One more ride One more ride I miss the gloom of the prairie moon that seemed to know my name And the tumbleweed where the prairie dogs feed I miss them just the same They're all a part of a song of heart I'm sayin' I recall the tune that I sang to the moon and it seemed to make it smile And I rode away at the close of the day and I stayed so long awhile But I long to be where the memory is ringing One more ride One more ride As the years go by I wonder why I longed to leave my home And to hit the trail of the iron rail way out there alone But my heart would sigh 'til I know that I am leavin' If I don't come back on a one-way track way down from Mexico You can find me there or any old where that a tumbleweed will grow It's goodbye now you'll never know how I'm grievin' One more ride One more ride One more ride One more ride |
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We were just a plain ol' hillbilly band with a plain ol' country style
We never played the kind of songs that'd drive anybody wild Played a railroad song with a stomping beat We played a blues song, kinda slow and sweet But the thing that knocked them off of their feet was, ooh, wee When Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie Luther played the boogie woogie Luther played the boogie in the strangest kind of way, play it strange Well, we did our best to entertain everywhere we'd go We'd nearly wear our fingers off to give the folks a show Played jumping jive to make 'em get in the groove We played sad songs, real slow and smooth But the only thing that'd make 'em move was, ooh, wee When Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie Luther played the boogie |
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