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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. |
| 2:48 |
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I lived on a farm out in Iowa I pulled the corn and I worked in the hay
Got trapped by a girl but I wiggled free heard the Oregon timber callin' me Will you tell me somethin' Mr Lumberjack is it one for forward and three for back Is it two for stop or four for go boy ask a whistle punk I don't know Well I learned this fact from a logger named Ray you don't cut timber on a windy day Stay out of the woods when the moisture's low Or you ain't gonna live to collect your doe Will you tell me somethin'... Well you work in the woods from morning till night You laugh and sing and you cuss and fight On Saturday night you go to Eugene, and on a Sunday morning your pockets are clean Will you tell me somethin'... |
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| 3. |
| 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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| 4. |
| 2:02 |
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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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| 2:18 |
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The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train, And there to meet me is my mama and my papa. Down the road I look, and there comes Mary, Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing, Though the paint is cracked and dry, And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on. Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to see me, Arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. Then I awake and look around me, At the four gray walls that surround me, And I realize that I was only dreaming. For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre, Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak. Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of the old oak tree, As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home. |
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| 7. |
| 2:19 |
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Well now, Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
They were true as a blue, blue sky He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye But he was her man nearly all of the time Well, Johnny he packed up to leave her, but he promised he'd be back He said he had a little pickin' to do a little farther down the track He said, "I'm your man, I wouldn't do you wrong" Well, Frankie curled up on the sofa, thinkin' about her man Far away the couples were dancing to the music of his band He was Frankie's man, he wadn't doin' her wrong Then, in the front door walked a redhead, Johnny saw her right away She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he played He was Frankie's man, but she was far away He sang every song to the redhead, she smiled back at him Then he came and sat at her table where the lights were low and dim What Frankie didn't know wouldn't hurt her none Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him, she slapped him a time or two She said, "I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking up on you If you're her man you better treat her right" Well, the moral of this story is be good but carry a stick Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell what to pick He was Frankie's man and he still ain't done her wrong |
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| 2:05 |
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I've got a certain kind of hurtin' since you've gone
I've got a pain I can't explain and it keeps on hanging on You were gone on morning and I held on tight But I went all to pieces later on that night I've got a certain kind of hurtin' since you've gone I've got a tear that's very near to showin' through I get to week to speak when I think of losin' you You never got out of sight till I knew That nothin's gonna ever be right without you I've got a certain kind of hurtin' since you've gone I've got a lonely heart that only beats for you I hope you'll find I'm on your mind needin' me like I need you You're not leavin' on a one way track 'Cause I'm gonna come get you and I'm bringin' you back I've got a certain kind of hurtin' since you've gone |
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| 9. |
| 3:08 |
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The devil in hell we're told was chained a thousand years he there remained
He neither complain nor did he groan but was determined to start a hell of his own Where he could torment the souls of men without being chained in a prison pen So he asked the Lord if he had on hand anything left when he made this land The Lord said yes there's a plenty of hand but if I left it down by the Rio Grande The fact is ol' boy the stuff is so poor I don't think you could use it as the hell anymore But the devil went down to look at the truck And said if he took it as a gift he was stuck For after lookin' that over carefully and well he said this place is too dry for hell But in order to get it off his hand the Lord promised the devil to water the land So trade was closed and deed was given and the Lord went back to his home in heaven And the devil said now I got all what's needed to make it good hell and he succeeded He began by putting thorns all over the trees He mixed up the sand with millions of fleas He scattered tarantulas along the road put thorns on cactus and horns on toad Lengthened the horns of the Texas steer put an addition to the rabbits ear Put a little devil in the bronco steed and poisoned the feet of the centipede The rattlesnake bites you the scorpion stings The mosquito delights you with his buzzing wings The sunburst are there and so the ants And if you sit down you'll need have soles on your pants The wild boar rooms on a black chaparral it's a hell of a place that he has for hell The heat in the summers are hundred and ten too hot for the devil too hot for men The red pepper grows upon the banks of the brook The Mexican use it in all that he cook Just dine it with one of 'em and you're bound to shout I've hell on the inside as well as it out My hands are calloused July to July I use a Big Dipper to navigate by Fight off the wolves to drink from my well so I have to be mean as hell A sheep herder came and put up the fence I saw him one day but I ain't seen him since But if you're needin' mutton we've got mutton to sell We're cowpunchers and we're mean as hell Neither me nor my pony's got a pedigree but he takes me where I'm wantin' to be I'll ride him to death and when he is fell I'll get me another one mean as hell I shot me a calf and I cut off her head Cause the boys in the bunkhouse are waitin' to be fed They rise in chime with the five thirty bell And the best one of any of 'em is mean as hell |
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| 2:48 |
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I got a gal in Dallas, I wave at when I go through
I got a gal in Tulsa, that I toot my whistle to (Say how do) I got 'em all over the land, I'm a locomotive man Left my heart in Omaha Omaha, and I never did quite get it back I got a Sue in Sioux City, waitin' by the railroad track (Keeps her money in a 'tater sack) I got 'em all over the land, I'm a Locomotive man Well, I left a little switch engine, 'bout forty miles south of Bangor Maine Couldn't keep the wheels a turnin', shouldn't try to pull my train I got 'em all over the land, I'm a Locomotive man Well, I had a gal in Jackson, and it sure broke my heart to turn her loose When I checked my time and moved on, she's hooked on my caboose I got 'em all over the land, I'm a locomotive man |
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| 2:50 |
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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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| 3:05 |
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A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wanderlust who really meant no harm He changed his clothes and shined his boots and combed his dark hair down And his mother cried as he walked out Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town He laughed and kissed his mom and said, "your Billy Joe's a man" I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can But I wouldn't shoot without a cause; I'd gun nobody down" But she cried again as he rode away Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town He sang a song as on he rode his guns hung at his hips He rode into a cattle town, a smile upon his lips He stopped and walked into a bar and laid his money down But his mother's words echoed again Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand And tried to tell himself he had become a man A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down And he heard again his mothers words Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town Filled with rage then Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw But the stranger drew his gun and fired before he even saw As Billy Joe fell to the floor, the crowd all gathered 'round And wondered at his final words Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town |
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| 3:10 |
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Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light There were few at the scene, but they all agreed That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me The judge said: Son, what is your alibi? If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die I spoke not a word, though it meant my life For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me Oh, the scaffold is high, and eternity's near She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear But late at night, when the north wind blows In a long black veil, she cries over my bones She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me |
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| 2:36 |
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Here lies less more
Four slugs from a forty-four No less no more Out in Arizona just south of Tucson Where tumbleweeds tumble in search of a home There's a town they call Tombstone where the brave never cry They live by a sixgun by a sixgun they die It's been a long time now since the town was a boom The jailhouse is empty so's the Palace Saloon Just one look will tell you that this town was real A secluded old dirt road leads up to Boot Hill Walk up to the fence there and look at the view That's where they were hanging eighteen eighty two It's easy to see where the brave men have died Rope marks on the oak tree are now petrified At night when the moon shines so far away It gets mighty lonesome lookin' down on their graves There lies Billy Clanton never wanted to kill But he's there with the guilty way up on Boot Hill (Boot Hill) |
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| 2:57 |
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Way down the mountain I chased a moonbeam
On the beach I built sand castles too My moonbeams faded my castles tumbled All of this was meaningless cause happiness is you No more chasing moonbeams or catching falling stars I know now my pot of gold is anywhere you are My heart won't miss you my heart goes with you Loneliness is emptiness but happiness is you I tried to doubt you and live without you Tried to deny but I love you like a do But I realize now and I'll admit it You'll always be a part of me cause happiness is you No more chasing moonbeams or catching falling stars I know now my pot of gold is anywhere you are My heart won't miss you my heart goes with you Loneliness is emptiness but happiness is you |
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| 2:16 |
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I left a little town
A little south of Hudson Bay I couldn't find a thing, to make a rounder want to stay I fought the wind across the baren waste in the crystal doom Going for to marry the girl in Saskatoon I'm glad I realized that no one could take her place My heart was beating for her like the winter beat my face But knowing that I'd see her made my spirit bright as June I'm freezing but I'm burning for the girl in Saskatoon South and West and following the cold December sun I bedded down in the Carragana when my daily trek was done Then up and pressing onward by the light of the morning moon A prodical returning to the girl in Saskatoon Then I found the trail that had packed beneath the snow I made the final miles where the prairie lillies grow The steeple on a church glistened by the prairie moon I'm freezing but I'm burning for the girl in Saskatoon My journey was forgotten When I held her in my arms My wonderlust was stiffled By possesion of her charms And even beneath the steeple Where we couldn't wait till June I found eternal spring with the girl in Saskatoon |
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| 2:18 |
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Just walk on out the door it's all over
Forgiving you is just a waste of time I don't believe that I'll live to regret it Cause you're ancient hist'ry to this heart of mine So many times I've heard the same old story Any fool can learn to read between the lines And this time honey you've burned all your bridges You're ancient hist'ry to this heart of mine I've marked you down as just another lonely page In the book of heartaches that you'll leave behind Cause I've found out I'm better off without you You're ancient hist'ry to this heart of mine I've marked you down as just another lonely page In the book of heartaches that you'll leave behind Cause I've found out I'm better off without you You're ancient hist'ry to this heart of mine |
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