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Josie,I wont fail ya,
I wont fail you have no fear, Josie,I wont fail ya, Give me one more chance to be as near. The meadows they are bursting the yellow corn is in your hands, and with the night comes sorrow as the tide of dawn slips on the land. The long breezes are blowing all down the sky into my face, Ive a worried kind of feelin that my time has come and gone to waste. I love you darling Josie, the trees of pine they grow so tall, how can you come to love me when you didnt love me at all. Josie,I wont fail ya, I wont fail you have no fear, Josie I wont fail ya Give me one more chance to be as near. My Josie looks a child now as she lies beyond my breast, in the night I think about her in the day I get no rest. I cut me a young pine cone And gave it to the river deep, It sailed way by your window where you lay so long in sleep. God bless you darling Josie with your sparkling eyes so bright and clear, Josie,I wont fail you have no fear, Josie,I wont fail ya Give me one more chance to be as near. |
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| 2. |
| 2:54 |
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In the chilly hours and minutes
Of uncertainty, I want to be In the warm hold of your loving mind To feel you all around me And to take your hand along the sand Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind When sundown pales the sky I want to hide a while behind your smile And everywhere I'd look your eyes I'd find For me to love you now Would be the sweetest thing 'twould make me sing Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind Di di di di, di di di di Di di di di, di di di di Di di di When rain has hung the leaves with tears I want you near to kill my fears To help me to leave all my blues behind For standin' in your heart Is where I want to be and long to be Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind |
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| 3. |
| 3:02 |
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A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By a line that he drew with his sword as the battle drew nigh A man that crossed over the line was for glory And he that was left better fly And over the line crossed 179 Hey Up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below So the rest of Texas will know And remember the Alamo Jim Bowie lay dying, his blood and his powder were dry But his knife at the ready to take him a few in reply Young Davy Crockett lay laughing and dying The blood and the sweat in his eyes For Texas and freedom no man was more willing to die Hey Up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below So the rest of Texas will know And remember the Alamo A courier came to a battle once bloody and loud And found only skin and bones where he once left a crowd Fear not little darling of dying If this world be sovereign and free For we'll fight to the last for as long as liberty be Hey Up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers below So the rest of Texas will know And remember the Alamo |
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| 4. |
| 2:17 |
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I went down to jose's pool
To see if she was there I didn't find nobody Nobody anywhere So I cut on out of there I cut on out of there I was standing behind this colored man In a bar way down town I didn't said not one was We didn't care down We just cut on out of there Cut on out of there |
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| 1:29 |
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Car Car
I'll take you riding in my car car Take you riding in my car car Take you riding in my car car Riding in my car. Boys and girls sing a little song Boys and girls you sing a little song Boys and girls sing a little song When you're riding in my car. The horn goes beep beep Horn goes beep beep Horn goes beep beep When you're riding in my car. Engine goes brrr brrr Engine goes brrr brrr Engine goes brrr brrr When you're riding in my car. I wanna sit in the back seat I wanna sit in the front seat Front seat, back seat When you're riding in my car. Tell you what I do, I drive so fast Tell you what I do, I drive so fast Tell you what I do, I drive so fast Riding in my car. |
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| 7. |
| 2:31 |
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I went up for my interview on the 4th day of July
The personnel man he questioned me, until I nearly cried Made me fill in forms, until I shook with fear About the colour of my toilet roll and if my cousins queer Here's your gold watch and the shackles for your chains And your piece of paper, to say you left here sane And if you've a son who wants a good career Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for 20 years He asked me how many jobs id had before He nearly had a heart attack when I answered four Four jobs of 20 years or more, this can never be We only take on men, who work on until they die Here's your gold watch and the shackles for your chains And your piece of paper, to say you left here sane And if you've a son who wants a good career Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for 20 years He took me outside to where the gravestones stand in line This is where we bury them, in quickstone and in lime And if you're going to work for us, this you must agree That if you're going to die, please do it during tea break Here's your gold watch and the shackles for your chains And your piece of paper, to say you left here sane And if you've a son who wants a good career Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for 20 years This story that you've hear, you may think rather queer But it is the truth you'll be surprised to hear I did not want some job up on the board I just wanted to take a broom and sweep the bloody floor |
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| 2:43 |
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When you're feeling kind of lonesome in your mind
With a heartache following you so close behind Call out to me as I ramble by I'll sing a song for you Thats's what I'm here to do To sing for you When the night has left you cold and feeling sad I will show you that it cannot be so bad Forget the one who went and made you cry I'll sing a song for you Thats's what I'm here to do To sing for you When you feel you just can't make it anymore With your head bowed down you're staring at the floor Search out to me with your weary eyes I'll sing a song for you Thats's what I'm here to do To sing for you Now every man he has his work you know And to find out mine you ain't got far to go Call out to me with your weary eyes I'll sing a song for you Thats's what I'm here to do To sing for you |
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| 9. |
| 4:02 |
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From the album catch the wind
The wine's just fine. You're gonna need somebody when I'm gone, You're gonna need somebody when I'm gone. Hmm, hmm, your eyes are black as midnight, Death comes trippin' and a-runnin', You gonna need somebody on your bond. You're gonna miss somebody when I'm gone, You're gonna miss somebody when I'm gone. Hmm, you're gonna wake up tryin', You're gonna wake up cryin', You're gonna miss somebody when I'm gone. I don't just see-ee the rising sun, I don't just see-ee the rising sun. An' I'm gonna wake up in the mornin' My eyes all stargazed. You're gonna need somebody one of these days. You're gonna need somebody when I'm gone, You're gonna need somebody when I'm gone. Well, you wake up in the mornin', An' death comes trippin' and a-runnin', You gonna need somebody when I'm gone. |
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| 1:49 |
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This is the fairy story of a tangerine puppet.
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| 11. |
| 2:54 |
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On a wagon, bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye High above him, there's a swallow Winging swiftly through the sky How the winds are laughing They laugh with all their might Laugh and laugh the whole day through And half the summer's night Donna donna' Stop complaining, said the farmer Who told you a calf to be? Why don't you have wings to fly with Like the swallow so proud and free Calves are easily bound and slaughtered Never knowing the reason why But whoever treasures freedom Like the swallow has learned to fly |
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| 12. |
| 2:31 |
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as I linger on this windy road
my suitcase in my hand I think on how some hours ago together we did stand bewildered tears lay in your eyes as you tried to make me see that if you gave your love to me I could leave so easily cos I am called the ramblin' boy like the wind that is so free yes I am called the ramblin' boy so ramblin' boy I'll be I turn my collar to the cold I pull my cap down low I sing this song I wrote for you wherever I may go so I linger on this windy road I hope your tears are dry don't you never forget this ramblin' boy no matter how hard you try cos I am called the ramblin' boy like the wind that is so free yes I am called the ramblin' boy so ramblin' boy I'll be |
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| 13. |
| 2:16 |
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In the chilly hours and minutes
Of uncertainty, I want to be In the warm hold of your loving mind To feel you all around me And to take your hand along the sand Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind When sundown pales the sky I want to hide a while behind your smile And everywhere I'd look your eyes I'd find For me to love you now Would be the sweetest thing 'twould make me sing Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind Di di di di, di di di di Di di di di, di di di di Di di di When rain has hung the leaves with tears I want you near to kill my fears To help me to leave all my blues behind For standin' in your heart Is where I want to be and long to be Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind |
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| 2:54 |
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Hey, hey, hey, why do you treat me like you do,
Hey, hey, hey, why do you treat me like you do ? There's just as many geese and they're flyin' down South As there are lies just pouring out of your mouth. Hey, hey, hey, why do you treat me like you do ? You say that you're young, girl, I guess that's your big excuse But sometimes I get so low down I wanna shout out, What's the use ?! When you've been a lovin' someone else you don't try to hide You take me for a fool then you take me for a ride. Hey, hey, hey, why do you treat me like you do ? Ah, you seen my face, gal, with the tears all down my mouth. You came up, you held my hand, gal, you don't know what it's all about. I seen you goin' out, there was nothin' I could say, I hung around your house till the very break of day, Then you came a-laughing down the bright highway. Now, why do you treat me like you do ? My mornings, they're all empty now, my evenings, they're just the same, Now maybe I been thinkin' wrong about you, gal, and you ain't really the one to blame. Keep on lovin' someone else, now don't you try to hide, You can take me for a fool if it keeps you satisfied, 'Cause I ain't gonna be the one to ask the reason Why do you treat me like you do. |
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| 15. |
| 2:10 |
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From the album best of donovan ii
I had a dream as daylight touched the sky As breezes chased along the winter lane. I had a dream as dreams alone I dreamt Has every man his chain, Has every man his chain ? A negro hid beneath a face of blood And is there really anyone to blame ? I marveled at the beauty of children's minds. Has every man his chain, Has every man his chain ? I saw a beach of sand beside the sea And there before me I saw every grain And I wondered, well, it was best this way Every man has his chain, Every man has his chain. |
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| 2:45 |
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