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I lost you on a billow of wind
In the shifting sounds of loneliness I growled
Well I got me a wife and a horse and cow
But I need me a woman anyhow
Just to ease the pain and kiss the past goodbye
Those lonely nights in honeymoon hills
Playing craps every night til five (feet hight and rising)
Drinking beer and having fights
That ol' summabitch knocked out my lights
Just another day in good ol' Corsicana
You played me like a roving tumbleweed
Trapped me in the corner of your smile
I've waited for so many years for you to look my way
My true love, my holster, my decay
Down in the lonesome valley of sin
Galavanting with girls of the night
Chasing white whales 'cross the streams
I saw your face in a moonbeam
That's the life of lonesome cowboy Jim
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My Heart Skips A Beat
02:01
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Oh, my heart skips a beat when we walk down the street
I feel a trembling in my knees
And just to know you're mine until the end of time
Makes my heart skip a beat
Well, I did a double take the day I met you
My heart turned a flip as I stood next to you
And I knew right there I never could forget you
For you are my every dream come true
And my heart skips a beat when we walk down the street
I feel a trembling in my knees
And just to know you're mine until the end of time
Makes my heart skip a beat
You came into my life without a warning
And you turned my cloudy skies from gray to blue
You're my sunshine that comes up every morning
Yes you are my every dream come true
And my heart skips a beat when we walk down the street
I feel a trembling in my knees
And just to know you're mine until the end of time
Makes my heart skip a beat
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Twas in the spring one sunny day
My sweetheart left me, Lord, she went away
And now she's gone and I don’t worry
Lord, I'm sitting on top of the world
Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by Lord, by and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky Lord, in the sky.
She called me up from down in a-Dallas and El Paso
She said "Come back, daddy I need you so"
And now she's gone and I don't' worry
Lord, I'm sitting on top of the world
Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by Lord, by and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky Lord, in the sky.
Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by Lord, by and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky Lord, in the sky.
And don't you come here runnin' holding out your hand
I'm gonna get me a woman like you got your man
And now she's gone and I don’t worry
Lord, I'm sitting on top of the world
Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by Lord, by and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky Lord, in the sky.
'Twas in the spring one sunny day
My sweetheart left me, Lord, she went away
And now she's gone and I don’t worry
Lord, I'm sitting on top of the world
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4. |
Rising Sun Blues
03:19
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And me, O God, for one.
If I had listened what Mama said,
I’d be at home today.
Being so young and foolish,
Poor boy, let a rambler
Lead me astray.
Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
To shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
My mother she’s a tailor,
She sewed these new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, she’s a drunken whore,
Drinks down in New Orleans.
The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time she’s satisfied
Is when she’s on a drunk.
Fills her glasses to the brim
Passes them around.
Only pleasure she gets out of life
Is hoboin’ from town to town.
One foot is on the platform
And the other one on the train.
I’m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
Going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run.
Going back to spend the rest of my days
Beneath that Rising Sun.
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My Old Yellow Car
03:02
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She weren't much to look at,
she weren't much to ride
She was missing a window
on her passenger side
The floorboard was patched up
with paper and tar
But I really was something
in my old yellow car
An American boy
With his hands on the wheel
Of a dream that was made of
American steel
Though the seats had the smell of
A nickel cigar
I really was something
In my old yellow car
Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel
There's a rusty old shell of an automobile
And if engines could run on desire alone
That old yellow car would be driving me home
There's the spot where poor Billy
Threw up in his date
And where Larry and Sandy
Could no longer wait
There was no road too winding
And no where too far
With two bucks of gas
And my old yellow car
Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel
There's a rusty old shell of an automobile
And if engines could run on desire alone
That old yellow car would be driving me home
Take a look at me now
Throwing money around
I'm paying somebody
To drive me down town
Got A Mercedes [A] Benz
With a TV and bar
And God I wish I was driving
My old yellow car
God I wish I was driving
My old yellow car
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An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw
Ghost riders on the storm
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay
Ghost riders on the storm
Ghost riders on the storm
Ghost riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Ghost riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If you give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay
Ghost riders on the storm
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry
Ghost riders on the storm
Ghost riders on the storm
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies
Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay
Ghost riders on the storm
Girl, you gotta love your man
Girl, you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah
Ghost riders on the storm
Ghost riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan.
Ghost riders on the storm
Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay
Ghost riders on the storm
Ghost riders on the storm
Ghost riders on the storm
Ghost riders on the storm
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7. |
Wildwood Flower
01:30
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I will twine and will mingle my raven black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
And the myrtle so bright with the emerald green
And the pale and the leader and eyes look like blue
Oh she promised to love me and promised to love
And cherish me over all others above
I woke from my dream and my idol was clay
My passion for loving had vanished away
Oh she taught me to love her, she called me her flower
A blossom to cheer her through life's weary hour
But now she has gone and left me alone
The wild flowers to weep and the wild birds to moan
I'll dance and I'll sing and my life will be gay
I'll banish this weeping, drive troubles away
I'll live yet to see her regret this dark hour
When she won and neglected this frail wildwood flower.
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Jamaica Farewell
02:40
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Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
I took a trip on a sailing ship
And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop
But I'm sad to say I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls sway to and fro
I must declare my heart is there
Though I've been from Maine to Mexico
But I'm sad to say I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
Down the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
Akay, rice, salt fish are nice
And the rum is fine any time of year
But I'm sad to say I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
I took a trip on a sailing ship
And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop
But I'm sad to say I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
Sad to say I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
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El condor al pasar me dijo así
Sígueme a volar, lo que verás sí...
Y sobre su espalda me senté
Cada vez mas alto quiero alcanzar sí...
Volar del cielo hacia la tierra tan distancia que la vi
Donde la luz, luz de amor todo el mundo es feliz
Es lo que vi sí ... sí....
I'd rather be a forest than a street
Yes I would, if I could
I surely would, hmmm...
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes I would, if I only could
I surely would, hmmm...
Away, I'd rather sail away
Like a swan, that's here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world its saddest sound
It's saddest sound, hmmm...
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10. |
Something Wrong
02:39
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Oh, when you choose,
When I'll go I'll sing the blues,
But don't you know that somethings wrong with me.
Oh, when you go,
When I sing I'll let you know,
That somethings wrong with me.
Oh if you knew,
That when I sing I sing for you,
You'd know its true, my love.
Go, with the night,
See your face in the moonlight,
But don't you know that nothings wrong with me.
Dream, like you do,
When I dream I dream with you,
But don't you know that nothings wrong with me.
Oh if you knew,
That when I sing I sing for you,
You'd know its true, my love.
Oh if you knew,
That when I sing I sing for you,
You'd know its true, my love.
Oh, when you go,
When I sing Ill let you know,
That somethings wrong with me.
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Oh, show us the way to the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why!
For we must find the next whiskey bar
For if we don't find the whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die!
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old momma
And must have whiskey, oh you know why!
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old momma
And must have whiskey, oh you know why!
Oh, show us the way to the next pretty girl
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why!
For we must find the next pretty girl
For if we don't find the next pretty girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die!
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old momma
And must have girls, oh you know why!
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old momma
And must have girls, oh you know why!
Oh, show us the way to the next little dollar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why!
For we must find the next little dollar
For if we don't find the next little dollar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die!
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old momma
And must have dollars, oh you know why!
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old momma
And must have dollars, oh you know why!
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12. |
Streets of Laredo
04:15
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As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy all wrapped in white linen,
All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.
"I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy,"
These words he did say as I proudly stepped by.
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story,
I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die."
"'Twas once in the saddle I used to go dashing,
Was once in the saddle I used to go gay,
First led to drinkin', and then to card playin',
Got shot in the breast and I'm dying today."
"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin,
Get six pretty gals come to carry my pall.
Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin,
Roses to deaden the clods as they fall."
"Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly,
Play the dead march as you carry me along.
Take me to the green valley and lay the earth o'er me,
For I'm a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong."
We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,
Bitterly wept as we carried him along.
For we all loved our comrade, so brave young and handsome,
We all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong.
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Lord Fleming Minnesota
Lord Fleming, singer-songwriter, podcast host of Point Counterpoint, Comedian
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