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| 2:55 | 
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There is a young cowboy he lives on the range His horse and his cattle are his only companions He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons Waiting for Summer, his pastures to change And as the moon rises he sits by his fire Thinking about women and glasses of beer And closing his eyes as the doggies retire He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear As if maybe someone could hear (Chorus) Goodnight you moonlight ladies Rockabye sweet baby James Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose Won't you let me go down in my dreams And rockabye sweet baby James Now the first of December was covered with snow And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway A song that they sing when they take to the sea A song that they sing of their home in the sky Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep But singing works just fine for me - Chorus - |
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| 2. |
| 2:37 |
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Lonely by day, empty and cold, only to say lo and behold. Deep in the night, down in my dreams, glorious sight this soul has seen. There's a well on the hill, you just can't kill for Jesus, there's a well on the hill, let it be. Don't build no heathen temples where the Lord has done laid his hand, now, there's a well on the hill, let it be Everyone's talking 'bout the gospel story, some shall sink and some shall rise. Everyone's talking 'bout the train to glory. Long, long time till it gets here to you, baby. There's a well on the hill, you just can't kill for Jesus, there's a well on the hill, let it be. Don't build no heathen temples where the Lord has done laid his hand, now, there's a well on the hill, let it be |
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| 2:22 |
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Sunny skies sleeps in the morning, he doesn't know when to rise. He closes his weary eyes upon the day, look at him yawning, throwing his morning hours away. He knows how to ease down slowly, everything is fine in the end. And you will be pleased to know that sunny skies hasn't a friend. Sunny skies weeps in the evening, it doesn't much matter why. I guess he just has to cry from time to time, everyone's leaving, sunny skies has to stay behind. Still he knows how to ease down slowly, everything is fine in the end. And you will be pleased to know that sunny skies hasn't a friend. Sunny skies sleeps in the morning, he doesn't know when to rise. He closes his weary eyes upon the day and throws it all away. Looking at the snow and trees that grow outside my window, looking at the things that pass me by. Wondering if where I've been is worth the things I've been through, ending with a friend named sunny skies. |
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| 4. |
| 5:18 |
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Well, I'm a steamroller, baby I'm bound to roll all over you Yes, I'm a steamroller now, baby I'm bound to roll all over you I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll And shoot you full of rhythm and blues Well, I'm a cement mixer A churning urn of burning funk Yes, I'm a cement mixer for you, baby A churning urn of burning funk Well, I'm a demolition derby (yeah) A hefty hunk of steaming junk Now, I'm a napalm bomb, baby Just guaranteed to blow your mind Yeah, I'm a napalm bomb for you, baby Oh, guaranteed, just guaranteed to blow your mind And if I can't have your love for my own (now) Sweet child, won't be nothing left behind It seems how lately, baby Got a bad case steamroller blues |
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| 5. |
| 3:26 |
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Take to the highway won't you lend me your name Your way and my way seem to be one and the same Mamma don't understand it She wants to know where I've been I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool To want to pass that way again But I could feel it On a country road Sail on home to Jesus won't you good girls and boys I'm all in pieces, you can have your own choice But I can hear a heavenly band full of angels And they're coming to set me free I don't know nothing 'bout the why or when But I can tell that it's bound to be Because I could feel it, child, yeah On a country road I guess my feet know where they want me to go Walking on a country road Take to the highway won't you lend me your name Your way and my way seem to be one and the same, child Mamma don't understand it She wants to know where I've been I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool To want to pass that way again But I could feel it On a country road Walk on down, walk on down, walk on down Walk on down, walk on down a country road country road Walking on a country road |
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| 2:01 |
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Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee, and I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see. It did rain all night the day I left, the weather was bone dry. The sun was so hot I froze myself, Suzanne, don't you go on and cry. I said, oh, Susannah, now, don't you cry for me, as I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee. Well I had myself a dream the other night when everything was still, I dreamed that I saw my girl Suzanne, she was coming around the hill. Now, the buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye. I said, that I come from Dixie land, Suzanne, don't you break down and cry. I said, oh, Susannah, now, don't you cry for me, as I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee. |
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| 3:26 |
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Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone Susanne the plans they made put an end to you I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song I just can't remember who to send it to I've seen fire and I've seen rain I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that I'd see you again Won't you look down upon me, Jesus You've got to help me make a stand You've just got to see me through another day My body's aching and my time is at hand And I won't make it any other way Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that I'd see you again Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that I'd see you, baby, one more time again, now Thought I'd see you one more time again There's just a few things coming my way this time around, now Thought I'd see you, thought I'd see you fire and rain, now |
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| 2:15 |
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Blossom, smile some sunshine down my way, Lately I've been lonesome Blossom, it's been much too long a day, Seems my dreams have frozen Melt my cares away. CHORUS: Send the sunshine down my way whenever I call your name I know what you mean to say to me, girl it's all the same. Blossom, there's any empty road behind, sit you down beside me Blossom, there's a sweet dream on my mind, there's a song inside me Take these chains away. *CHORUS* Blossom, smile some sunshine down on me, Lately I've been lonesome Blossom, it's been much too long a day, Seems my dreams have frozen Melt my cares away. La la, la la la, la la |
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| 3:28 |
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When I walk along your city streets and look into your eyes, When I see that simple sadness that upon your features lies. If my spirit starts to sink, it comes as no surprise, it's been a long way from anywhere like heaven to your town, this town. There's a pasture in the countryside I used to call my own. There's a natural pillow for my head, the grass there's overgrown, yes and no. I think of that place from time to time when I want to be alone, it's been a long way from anywhere like heaven to your town, this town. Now, people live from day to day, but they do not count the time. They don't see the days slipping by and neither do I. Now, people, they live from day to day, but they do not count the time, no. They don't see their days slipping by and neither do I. When I walk along your city streets and look into your eyes, When I see that simple sadness that upon your features lies, I see lines. If my spirit starts to sink, it comes as no surprise, it's been a long way from anywhere like heaven to your town, this town. |
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| 1:51 | 
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| 4:46 |
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Slipping away what can I say Won't you stay inside me month of May And hold on to me golden day, slippin' away Sunshine on my wall to keep my mind on the things I'm saying Footsteps in the hall to tell me I've been this way before nevermore Let it rain sweet Mary-Jane Let it wash your love down all around me Come inside and put it down. Let it rain I've been trying hard to find a way to let you know That we can make it shine most all the time This time 'round I'm searching down to where I used to go And it's been on my mind to make it shine You can say I want to be free I can say some day I will be When I catch a common cold I want to hear a saxophone When I let the good times roll Slide me a bass trombone Walk me down old funky street Lord knows I feel good enough to eat Hold my soul. I sure am fond of my rock and roll When I go to sleep at night I want to hear a slide guitar When I'm feeling loose and right Riding in my automobile Boney Maroney and Peggy Sue Rocking pneumonia and boogey-woogey flu Hold my soul. I'm sure enough fond of my rock and roll Good God |
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