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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. |
| 4:11 |
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Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, So I had one more for dessert. Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt. Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. I'd smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking. But I lit my first and watched a small kid Playing with a can that he was kicking. Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken. And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost Somewhere, somehow along the way. On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down. In the park I saw a daddy With a laughing little girl that he was swinging. And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singing. Then I headed down the street, And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing, And it echoed through the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down. |
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| 1:49 |
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My mama always taught me that good things come from adversity if we put our faith in the Lord.
We couldn't see much good in the flood waters when they were causing us to have to leave home, But when the water went down, we found that it had washed a load of rich black bottom dirt across our land. The following year we had the best cotton crop we'd ever had. I remember hearing: How high's the water, mama? Two feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Two feet high and risin' We can make it to the road in a homemade boat That's the only thing we got left that'll float It's already over all the wheat and the oats, Two feet high and risin' How high's the water, mama? Three feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Three feet high and risin' Well, the hives are gone, I've lost my bees The chickens are sleepin' In the willow trees Cow's in water up past her knees, Three feet high and risin' How high's the water, mama? Four feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Four feet high and risin' Hey, come look through the window pane, The bus is comin', gonna take us to the train Looks like we'll be blessed with a little more rain, 4 feet high and risin' How high's the water, mama? Five feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Five feet high and risin' Well, the rails are washed out north of town We gotta head for higher ground We can't come back till the water comes down, Five feet high and risin' Well, it's five feet high and risin' |
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| 2:57 |
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Oh well, I'm tired and so weary
But I must go alone Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes Well the morning's so bright And the lamp is alight And the night, night is as black as the sea, oh yes There will be peace in the valley for me, some day There will be peace in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray There'll be no sadness, no sorrow No trouble, trouble I see There will be peace in the valley for me, for me Well the bear will be gentle And the wolves will be tame And the lion shall lay down by the lamb, oh yes And the beasts from the wild Shall be lit by a child And I'll be changed, changed from this creature that I am, oh yes There will be peace in the valley for me, some day There will be peace in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray There'll be no sadness, no sorrow No trouble, trouble I see There will be peace in the valley for me, for me |
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| 3:17 |
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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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| 1:47 |
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| 2:03 |
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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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| 2:37 |
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I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day is through Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you Because you're mine, I walk the line As sure as night is dark and day is light I keep you on my mind both day and night And happiness I've known proves that it's right Because you're mine, I walk the line You've got a way to keep me on your side You give me cause for love that I can't hide For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide Because you're mine, I walk the line I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line |
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| 2:47 |
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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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| 2:56 |
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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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| 2:40 |
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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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| 2:49 |
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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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| 2:22 |
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