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Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they′re gettin′ ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there′s trouble busin′ in from outta state and the D.A. can′t get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin′ commission′s hangin′ on by the skin of its teeth (Chorus) Well now everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus (Chorus) Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I′ll stay We′re goin′ out where the sand′s turnin′ to gold so put on your stockin′s baby `cause the night′s getting cold And everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Now I been lookin′ for a job but it′s hard to find Down here it′s just winners and losers and don′t get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I′m tired of comin′ out on the losin′ end So honey last night I met this guy and I′m gonna do a little favor for him Well I guess everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your hair up nice and set up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |
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| 3:31 |
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Well, Old Dan Tucker, was a fine old man,
Washed his face in a frying pan Combed his hair with a wagon wheel And died with a toothache in his heel Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper. Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper. Old Dan Tucker, he'd come to town Riding a billy goat, leading a hound The hound dog barked, the billy goat jumped Landed 'Ol Tucker on a stump! Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper Now Old Dan Tucker got drunk and fell In the fire and kicked up holy hell A red-hot coal fell in his shoe And oh my Lord the ashes flew Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper Now old Dan Tucker has come to town Swinging them ladies all around First to the right and then to the left Then to the gal that he loves best Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper |
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| 3. |
| 6:03 |
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Paul and Silas were bound in jail
Had no money for to go their bail Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Paul and Silas thought they were lost Dungeon shook and the chains come off Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Freedom's name is mighty sweet And soon we're goin' to meet Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on I got my hand on the gospel plow Wouldn't take nothing for my journey now Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on The only chains that a man can stand Is that chains of hand on hand Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on I'm gonna board that big greyhound Carry the love from town to town Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Now only thing I did was wrong Stayin' in the wilderness too long Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on The only thing we did was right Was the day we started to fight Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on The only thing we did was wrong Staying in the wilderness much too long Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on The only thing we did was right Was the day we started to fight Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Ain't been to heaven but I been told Streets up there are paved with gold |
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| 4. |
| 5:35 |
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Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man,
He robbed the Glendale train, He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor, He'd a hand and a heart and a brain. Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward, I wonder now how he feels, For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed, Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave. Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children now they were brave Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He laid poor Jesse in his grave Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor, He'd never rob a mother or a child There never was a man with the law in his hand That could take Jesse James alive It was on a Saturday night and the moon was shining bright, They robbed the Glendale train, And people they did say o'er many miles away It was those outlaws,Ther're Frank and Jesse James Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children now they were brave Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He laid poor Jesse in his grave Now the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death, And wondered how he ever came to fall Robert Ford,It was a fact, he shot Jesse in the back While Jesse hung a picture on the wall Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast, The devil will be upon his knee. He was born one day in the County Clay, And he came from a solitary race. Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children now they were brave Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He laid poor Jesse in his grave |
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| 5. |
| 5:55 |
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Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed
Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold Where the miles are marked in blood and gold I'll meet you further on up the road Got on my dead man's suit and my smiling skull ring My lucky graveyard boots and song to sing I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold And I'll meet you further on up the road Further on up the road, further on up the road Where the way is dark and the night is cold One sunny morning we'll rise I know And I'll meet you further on up the road Now I been out in the desert, just doing my time Searching through the dust, looking for a sign If there's a light up ahead, well brother, I don't know But I got this fever burning in my soul So let's take the good times as they go And I'll meet you further on up the road Further on up the road Further on up the road Further on up the road Further on up the road One sunny morning we'll rise I know And I'll meet you further on up the road One sunny morning we'll rise I know And I'll meet you further on up the road. |
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| 6. |
| 6:57 |
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Well if I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stood Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep O Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn O Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn Pharaoh's army get drownded O Mary, don't you weep Well Mary wore three links of chain on every link was Jesus' name Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep O Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn O Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn Pharaoh's army get drownded Oh, Mary, don't you weep Well one of these nights bout 12 o'clock this old world is gonna rock Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep Well Moses stood on the Red Sea shore And smote the water with a two by four Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep O Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn O Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary, don't you weep Well, old Mr. Satan he got mad Missed that soul that he thought he had Pharaoh's army get drownded O Mary, don't you weep Brothers and sisters don't you cry they'll be good times by and by Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep O Mary, don't you weep, don't mourn O Mary, don't you weep, don't mourn Pharaoh's army get drownded O Mary, don't you weep O Mary, don't you weep, don't mourn O Mary, don't you weep, don't mourn Pharaoh's army get drownded O Mary, don't you weep O Mary, don't you weep, don't mourn O Mary, don't you weep, don't mourn Pharaoh's army get drownded O Mary, don't you weep God gave Noah the rainbow sign Said, "No more water, but fire next time" Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn O Mary don't weep, don't mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't weep O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn O Mary don't weep, don't mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't weep O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn O Mary don't weep, don't mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't weep |
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| 7. |
| 4:34 |
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I've got a mule and her name is Sal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal She's a good old worker and a good old pal Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal We haul'd some barges in our day Filled with lumber, coal and hay We know every inch of the way From Albany to Buffalo Low bridge, ev'rybody down ! Low bridge, for we're comin' to a town! And you'll always know your neighbor, You'll always know your pal, If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal We'd better look around for a job, ol' gal, Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal 'Cause you bet your life I'd never part with Sal, Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal Git up mule, here comes a lock, We'll make Rome 'bout six o'clock, One more trip and back we'll go Right back home to Buffalo Low bridge, everybody down! Low bridge, for we're comin' to a town! And you'll always know your neighbor, You'll always know your pal, If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal Where would I be if I lost my pal Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal I'd like to see a mule good as my Sal Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal A friend of mine once got her sore Now he's got a broken jaw 'Cause she let fly with an iron toe And kicked him back to Buffalo Low bridge, everybody down! Low bridge, yes we're comin' to a town! And you'll always know your neighbor, You'll always know your pal, If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal Low bridge, everybody down! Low bridge, for we're comin' to a town! And you'll always know your neighbor, You'll always know your pal, If it means you're livin' on the Erie Canal |
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| 5:13 |
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We said we'd walk together, baby, come what may
That come the twilight should we lose our way If as we're walking a hand should slip free I'll wait for you, should I fall behind, wait for me We swore we'd travel, darling, side by side We'd help each other stay in stride But each lover's steps fall so differently But I'll wait for you, and if I should fall behind, wait for me Now everyone dreams of love lasting and true Oh, but you and I know what this world can do So let's make our steps clear that the other may see And I'll wait for you, and if I should fall behind, wait for me Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead There 'neath the oak's bough soon we will be wed Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees I'll wait for you, should I fall behind, wait for me Darling, I'll wait for you, should I fall behind, wait for me Yeah, I'll wait for you, should I fall behind, wait for me I'll wait for you, should I fall behind, wait for me ... |
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| 9. |
| 8:25 |
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When they opened up the strip I was young and full of zip,
I wanted some place to call my own And so I made the race, and staked me out a place, And settled down along the Cimarron It blowed away, it blowed away, My Oklahoma home, it blowed away Well it looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there, But my Oklahoma home, it blowed away I planted wheat and oats, got some chickens and some shoats, Aimed to have some ham and eggs to feed my face Got a mule to pull the plow, got an old red muley cow And I also got a fancy mortgage on the place It blowed away, it blowed away, All the crops I planted blowed away Well you can't grow any grain if you ain't got any rain; Everything except the mortgage blowed away It looked so green and fair, when I built my shanty there, I figured I was all set for life I put on my Sunday best with my fancy scalloped vest And went to town and picked me out a wife She blowed away, she blowed away My Oklahoma woman blowed away Mister as I bent and kissed her, she was picked up by a twister; My Oklahoma woman blowed away Well then I was left alone a-listenin' to the moan Of the wind around the corners of my shack; So I took off down the road when the south wind blowed, A-travelin' with the wind upon my back I blowed away, I blowed away Chasin that dust cloud up ahead Once it looked so green and fair, now it's up there in the air; My Oklahoma farm is overhead Now I'm always close to home no matter where I roam, For Oklahoma dust is everywhere Makes no difference where I'm walkin', I can hear my chickens squawkin' I can hear my wife a-talkin' in the air It blowed away, it blowed away, My Oklahoma home blowed away But my home is always near; it's in the atmosphere, My Oklahoma home that blowed away Now I'm a roamin' Oklahoman, but I'm always close to home And I'll never get homesick 'til I die Cause no matter where I'm found, my home is all around; My Oklahoma home is in the sky It blowed away, it blowed away, My farm down upon the Cimarron Well now all around the world, wherever dust is whirled, There's some from my Oklahoma home It blowed away, it blowed away, Yeah my Oklahoma home blowed away. Yes it's up there in the sky in that dust cloud rolling by, my Oklahoma home is blowed away Well its blowed away, it blowed away, My Oklahoma home blowed away. It's up there in the sky in that dust cloud rolling by, my Oklahoma home is in the sky |
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| 5:47 |
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My name is Joe Roberts, I work for the state
I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8 I always done an honest job as honest as I could I got a brother named Franky and Franky ain't no good Now ever since we was young kids, it's been the same come down I get a call on the short-wave, Franky's in trouble downtown Well, if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away But when it's your brother, sometimes you look the other way Me and Franky laughin' and drinkin', nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" I catch him when he's strayin', like any brother would Man turns his back on his family, well, he just ain't no good Well, Franky went in 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 were gettin' robbed Franky came home in '68, and me, I took this job Yeah, we're laughin' and drinkin', nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "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, he ain't no friend of mine Well, the night was like any other, I got a call 'bout quarter to nine There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line There was a kid lyin' on the floor, lookin' bad, bleedin' hard from his head There was a girl cryin' at a table and it was Frank, they said Well, I went out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights Well, I must've done a hundred and ten through Michigan county that night It was out at the crossroads, down round Willow bank Seen a Buick with Ohio plates, behind the wheel was Frank Well, I chased him through them county roads 'til a sign said Canadian border five miles from here Pulled over the side of the highway and watched his taillights disappear Me and Franky laughin' and drinkin', nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" I catch him when he's strayin', like any brother would Man turns his back on his family, he just ain't no good |
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| 5:03 |
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"Oh, Mrs McGrath," the sergeant said
"Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat Oh, Mrs McGrath, wouldn't you like that?" With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a Now, Mrs McGrath lived on the shore And after seven years or more She spied a ship coming into the bay With her son from far away "Oh captain dear, where have you been You've been sailing the Mediterranean Have you news of my son Ted Is he living or is he dead?" With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a Up came Ted without any legs And in their place, two wooden pegs, She kissed him a dozen times or two And said "My god, Ted is it you" "Now were you drunk or were you blind When you left your two fine legs behind Or was it walking upon the sea That wore your two fine legs away?" With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a "No, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind When I left my two fine legs behind A cannon ball on the fifth of May Tore my two fine legs away" "Oh, Teddyboy," the widow cried "Your two fine legs were your mothers pride Stumps of a tree won't do at all Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?" With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a "All foreign wars I do proclaim live on the blood and the mothers pain I'd rather have my son as he used to be Than the King of America and his whole navy" With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a |
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Well, the doctor comes 'round here with his face all bright
And he says "in a little while you'll be alright" All he gives is a humbug pill, a dose of dope and a great big bill Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? "Me and my old school pals had some mighty high times down here And what happened to you poor black folks, well it just ain't fair" He took a look around, gave a little pep talk, said "I'm with you" then he took a little walk Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? There's bodies floatin' on Canal and the levees gone to Hell Martha, get me my sixteen gauge and some dry shells Them who's got got out of town and them who ain't got left to drown Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? Go ahead! Got family scattered from Texas all the way to Baltimore Yeah and I ain't got no home in this world no more Gonna be a judgment that's a fact, a righteous train rollin' down this track Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? |
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We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder Yeah we're brothers, sisters, all Every rung goes higher and higher Every rung goes higher and higher Every rung goes higher and higher We are brothers, sisters, all Every new rung just, just makes us stronger Every new rung just, just makes us stronger Every new rung just, just makes us stronger Yeah we are brothers, and sisters, all Yeah we are climbing Jacob's ladder Yeah we are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are brothers, sisters, and all We are climbing higher and higher Yeah we are climbing higher and higher Yeah we are climbing higher and higher Yeah we are brothers, and sisters, and all We are climbing, climbing Jacob's ladder Yeah we are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are brothers, sisters, and all |
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Out where the creek turn shallow and sandy
And the moon comes skimmin’ away the stars When the mesquite comes rushin’ over the hilltops Straight into my arms Straight into my arms I’m ridin’ hard carryin’ a cache of roses A fresh map that I made Now I’m gonna get birth naked and bury my old soul And dance on it’s grave And dance on it’s grave It’s been a long time comin’, my dear It’s been a long time comin’, but now it’s here And now it’s here Well my daddy he was just a stranger Lived in a hotel downtown Well when I was a kid he was just somebody Somebody I’d see around Somebody I’d see around Well now down below and pullin’ on my shirt Yeah I got some kids of my own Well if I had one wish for you in this god forsaken world, kid It’d be that your mistakes will be your own Yea your sins will be your own It’s been a long time comin’, my dear It’s been a long time comin’, but now it’s here And now it's here .. Out ‘neath the arms of Cassiopeia Where the sword of Orion sweeps It’s me and you, Rosie, cracklin’ like crossed wires And you breathin’ in your sleep You breathin’ in your sleep Well there’s just a spark of a campfire left burnin’ Two kids in a sleeping bag beside Reach ‘neath your shirt, put my hands across your belly And feel another one kickin’ inside And I ain't gonna fuck it up this time It’s been a long time comin’, my dear It’s been a long time comin’, but now it’s here It’s been a long time comin’, my dear It’s been a long time comin’, but now it’s here .. |
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| 8:04 |
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Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked with her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the carwash, check the plugs and points Well, I'm goin' out tonight. I'm gonna rock that joint Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone this turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone Gotta hit the gas, baby. I'm running late, this New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape Now, the boss don't dig me, so he put me on the nightshift It's an all night run to get back to where my baby lives In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby? Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch Goodnight good luck one two power shift I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at route 60 Bob's Big Boy Fried chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still Well, at five a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas Gotta call my baby on the telephone Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home Sit tight, little mama, I'm comin' 'round I got three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers Radio's jammed up with gospel stations lost souls callin' long distance salvation Hey, mister deejay, woncha hear my last prayer hey, ho, rock'n'roll, deliver me from nowhere |
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| 5:59 |
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I thought I heard the captain say
Pay me my money down Tomorrow is our sailing day Pay me my money down Pay me, pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down As soon as the boat was clear of the bar Pay me my money down He knocked me down with a spar Pay me my money down Pay me, pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down Well, If I'd been a rich man's son Pay me my money down I'd sit on the river and watch it run Pay me my money down Pay me, pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down I wish I was Mr. Gates Pay me my money down They'd haul my money in a crate Pay me my money down Pay me, pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down Well, forty nights, and nights at sea Pay me my money down That captain worked every last dollar outta me. Pay me my money down Pay me, pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down |
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| 4:31 |
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I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and came out with my soul untouched I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Sit down" I stood up. Ooh-ooh growin' up The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set wing to wing I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't sail but she sure could sing, I pushed B-52 and bombed `em with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing, I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Come down" I threw up Ooh-ooh growin' up I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it's really hard to hold your breath. I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car I hid in the mother breast of the crowd but when they said "Pull down" I pulled up Ooh-ooh growin' up. Ooh-ooh growin' up |
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We are all trav'ling in the footsteps
Of those that've gone before We'll all be reunited On that new and sunlit shore When the saints marching in When the saints go marching in Lord, how I want be in that number When the saints go marching in And when the sun refuses to shine When the sun refuses to shine Lord, how I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in Oh when the saints go marching in Oh when the saints go marching in Lord, how I want to be in that number Oh when the saints go marching in And when the trumpet sounds its call When the trumpet sounds its call Lord, how I want to be in that number When the trumpet sounds its call When the saints marching in When the saints go marching in Lord, how I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in And some say that this world of trouble Is the only one we'll ever see But I'm waiting for that morning When the new world is revealed Oh when the moon turns red with blood Oh when the moon turns red with blood Lord, how I want to be in that number When the moon turns red with blood When the saints (oh when the saints) go marching in (go marching in) When the saints go marching in (go marching in) Lord, how I want (Lord, how I want) to be in that number (be in that number) When the saints go marching in Oh when the saints (oh when the saints) go marching in (go marching in) When the saints go marching in Lord, how I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in Lord, how I want (Lord, how I want) be in that number (to be in that number) When the saints (when the saints) go marching in (go marching in) |
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Charles, bring us home!
I want you all to rise from your seats now please and join us! Come on now! Here we go! Well now, this little light of mine, yeah I'm gonna let it shine Well now, this little light of mine, yeah I'm gonna let it shine Well now, this little light of mine, yeah I'm gonna let it shine Every day (every day), every day (every day) Every day (every day), every day (every day) Every day (every day), every day (every day) Gonna let my little light shine Well jesus gave me light (Jesus gave me light), I'm gonna let it shine (I'm gonna let it shine) Well now Jesus gave me light (Jesus gave me light), and I'm gonna let it shine (I'm gonna let it shine) Well now Jesus gave me light (Jesus gave me light), I'm gonna let it shine Every day (every day), every day (every day) Every day (every day), every day (every day) Every day (every day), every day (every day) I'm gonna let my little light shine Well this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine Well now, this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine Well now, this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine Every day (every day), every day (every day) Every day (every day), every day (every day) Every day (every day), every day (every day) Gonna let my little light shine (Monday), Gave me the gift of love (Tuesday), Peace came from above (Wednesday), Told me to have more faith (Thursday), Gave me a little more grace (Friday), Told me to watch and pray (Saturday), Told me what to say (Sunday), Gave me the power divine This little light of mine This little light of mine, whoa! I'm gonna let it shine, whoa! This little light of mine, yeah! I'm gonna let it shine, whoa! This little light of mine, this light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine Every day (every day), every day (every day) Every day (every day), every day (every day) Every day (every day), every day (every day) Gonna let my little light shine, whoa! This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine, whoa! This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine, whoaaa! This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine Every day (every day), every day (every day) Every day (every day), every day (every day) Every day (every day), every day (every day) Every day (every day), every day (every day), can't hold on to it Every day (every day), every day (every day), gotta save with someone Every day (every day), every day (every day), don't let go Every day (every day), shine every day I'm gonna let my little light shine, let my little light shine Yeah! |
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(Welcome friends! Alright, hello New York. Hit it Larry! Alright, we got a... immigrant song for New York City.)
What is this land of America, so many travel there I'm going now while I'm still young, my darling meet me there Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can And we'll make our home in the American land Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees Gold comes rushing out the river straight into your hands If you make your home in the American land There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there's gutters lined in song Dear, I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who will make his home in the American land I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spire I wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands And I made my home in the American land There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who will make his home in the American land The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis too The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews The Puerto Ricans, illegals, the Asians, Arabs miles from home Come across the water with a fire down below They died building the railroads, worked to bones and skin They died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the wind They died to get here a hundred years ago, they're dyin' now The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who will make his home in the American land Who will make his home in the American land Who will make his home in the American land (For all you travelers out there!) |
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| 4:43 |
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Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder feelin′ kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground Some all-hot half-shot was headin′ for the hot spot snappin′ his fingers clappin′ his hands And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover′s knot with a whatnot in her hand And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy′s within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band And she was blinded by the light Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tight, but she′ll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east He says: ″Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that′s where they expect it least″ And some new-mown chaperone was standin′ in the corner all alone watchin′ the young girls dance And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin′ with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance Yeah he was blinded by the light Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night Blinded by the light He got down but she never got tight, but he′s gonna make it tonight Some silicone sister with her manager′s mister told me I got what it takes She said I′ll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break, And go-cart Mozart was checkin′ out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride, Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin′ backyard bombardier Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card, he said, do what you like, but don′t do it here Well I jumped up, turnedaround, spit in the air, fell on the ground Asked him which was the way back home He said take a right at the light, keep goin′ straight until night, and then boy, you′re on your own And now in Zanzibar a shootin′ star was ridin′ in a side car hummin′ a lunar tune Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we′re gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon And some kidnapped handicap was complainin′ that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night, Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but figured he′d be all right He was just blinded by the light Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night Blinded by the light Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun Oh but mama that′s where the fun is |
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