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Country boy, ain't got no shoes
Country boy, ain't got no blues Well, you work all day while you're waitin' to play In the sun and the sand, with a face that's tan But at the end of the day, when your work is done You ain't got nothin' but fun Country boy, you got a shaggy dog Country boy, up a hollow log Well, he comes in a run, when you pick up your gun And with a shell or two, and your dog and you When you get your rabbit, you'll skin his hide He's gonna be good fried Country boy, you got alot to lose Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes Country boy, ain't got no ills Country boy, don't owe no bills You get a wiggly worm and then you watch him squirm While you put him on a hook and you drop him in a brook If everything's gonna turn out right, you're gonna fry fish tonight Country boy, got alot to lose Country boy, how I wish I was in your shoes Country boy, you got work to do Country boy, in the morning dew You gotta plant the seed, you gotta cut the weeds There's many a row you know you gotta hoe When it's quittin' time, and your work is through There's alot of life in you Country boy, you lucky thing Country boy, I wish I was you, and you were me |
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| 2:11 |
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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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| 2:33 |
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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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| 2:04 |
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I live in the cemetery ol' caretaker they call me
In the wintertime I rake the leaves and in the summer I cut the weeds When a funeral comes the people cry and pray They bury their dead and they all go away But through their grief I still can see their hate and greed and jealousy So here I work and I somehow hide from a world that rushes by outside And each night when I rest my head I'm contented as the peaceful death But who's gonna cry when old John dies who's gonna cry when old John dies Once I was a young man dashing with the girls Now no one wants an old man I lost my handsome curls But I wanna say when my time comes lay me facing the rising sun Put me in the corner where where I buried my pup Tell the preacher to pray then cover me up Don't lay flowers where my head should be maybe God let some grow for me And all the little children that I love like my own Will they be sorry that old John's gone Who's gonna cry when old John dies who's gonna cry when old John dies |
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| 2:24 |
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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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| 2:14 |
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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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| 2:42 |
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| 2:28 |
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(Oh my darling Clementine)
She knew that Cody was the man she wanted but she had waited nearly all her life Just one more trip to town to tell the boys goodbye Then he'd be back to take her for his wife (don't you worry) Clementine Cody saddled up and left his darling then rode to town to celebrate his plan He told 'em this would be his last carousing I'm gonna settle down boys if I can (with my darling) Clementine Someone said it must have been past midnight when Cody had to face a jealous man Another story goes that no one really knows But it seems there was a dancehall girl called Nan (don't you tell) Clementine We do know that the shot or two was heard from some back room Then there was a silence in the place Just one more trip to town but all his chips were down They found Cody lyin' on his face (softly callin') Clementine So buddies make a monument to lay down at his head Sure you hate to leave your pal behind Mother help your daughter put her weddin' dress away Cause Cody won't be ridin' back this time (to his darling) Clementine |
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| 1:47 |
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| 2:29 |
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| 2:09 |
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| 2:46 |
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