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| 2. |
| 3:33 |
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| 3. |
| 5:04 | 
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My father always promised us
That we would live in France We'd go boating on the Seine And I would learn to dance We lived in Ohio then He worked in the mines On his dreams like boats We knew we would sail in time All my sisters soon were gone To Denver and Cheyenne Marrying their grownup dreams The lilacs and the man I stayed behind the youngest still Only danced alone The colors of my father's dreams Faded without a sound And I live in Paris now My children dance and dream Hearing the ways of a miner's life In words they've never seen I sail my memories of home Like boats across the Seine And watch the Paris sun As it sets in my father's eyes again - interlude - My father always promised us That we would live in France We'd go boating on the Seine And I would learn to dance I sail my memories of home Like boats across the Seine And watch the Paris sun As it sets in my father's eyes again |
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| 4. |
| 3:44 |
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There's a young man that I know,
His age is twenty one He comes from down in Southern Colorado Just out of the service, And he's looking for his fun Some day soon, I'm going with him, Some day soon My parents cannot stand him, Cause he rides the rodeo My father says that he will leave me crying I would follow him right Down the toughest road I know Some day soon, going with him, some day soon And when he comes to call my pa Ain't got a good word to say I guess it's cause he was just as wild In the younger days So blow you old blue Northern, Blow my love to me He's driving in tonight from California He loves his damned old rodeo As much as he loves me Some day soon, going with him, some day soon When he comes to call my pa Ain't got a good word to say I guess it's cause he was just as wild In the younger days So blow you old blue Northern, Blow my love to me He's driving in tonight from California He loves his damned old rodeo As much as he loves me Some day soon, going with him, some day soon Some day soon, going with him, some day soon |
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| 4:45 |
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| 6. |
| 4:08 |
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by Bob Dylan
I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home, Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone. That man whom with his fingers cheats And who lies with ev'ry breath, Who passionately hates his life And likewise, fears his death. I pity the poor immigrant Whose strength is spent in vain, Whose heaven is like Ironsides, Whose tears are like rain, Who eats but is not satisfied, Who hears but does not see, Who falls in love with wealth itself And turns his back on me. I pity the poor immigrant Who tramples through the mud, Who fills his mouth with laughing And who builds his town with blood, Whose visions in the final end Must shatter like the glass. I pity the poor immigrant When his gladness comes to pass. |
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| 7. |
| 7:29 |
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| 8. |
| 4:40 |
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Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee. If I, if I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it go by. If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you. Like a baby, stillborn, like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me. But I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee. I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, he said to me, "You must not ask for so much." And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?" Oh like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. |
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| 5:49 |
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"Polly, Pretty Polly, come go long with me-
Polly, Pretty Polly, come go long with me- Before we get married, some pleasure to see" She jumped up behind him and away they did ride- She jumped up behind him, away they did go- Over the mountains, and valleys so low. "Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm a feared for my life- Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm a feared for my life- I'm afraid you mean to murder me, and leave me behind.." "Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed about right- Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed about right- I've been diggin' your grave, for the best part of last night." She knelt down before him, pleading for her life- She knelt down before him, pleading for her life, "Let me be a single girl, if I cant be your wife.." He stabbed her to the heart, and her heart blood did flow- He stabbed her to the heart, and her heart blood did flow- And into the grave, Pretty Polly did go. He through a little dirt on her and started for home- He through a little dirt over her and started for home- Leaving nobody there, but the wild birds to moan.. A debt to the devil, Willie must pay- A debt to the devil, Willie must pay- For killing Pretty Polly, and running, and running, and running, and running away. |
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