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| 1. |
| 3:57 | 
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I've been walkin' in my sleep
Countin' troubles 'stead of countin' sheep Where the years went I can't say I just turned around and they've gone away I've been siftin' through the layers Of dusty books and d papers They tell a story I used to know And it was one that happened so long ago : It's gone away in yesterday Now I find myself on the moutainside Where the rivers change direction Across the Great Divide Now, I hear the owl a-callin' Softly as the night was fallin' With a question and I replied But he's gone across the borderline The finest hour that I have seen Is the one that comes between The edge of night and the break of day It's when the darkness rolls away Twice |
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| 2. |
| 2:42 |
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Well, I've listend tothe words you lovers speak
The sound f the lover's song And I've dreamed all the dreams that a wayward girl dreams In a thousand places gone Dallas was my late night out Radcliffe's served to roust me out And Houston lay like Cleavland with the color removed And all I ever wanted Was to wander and be wooed Like a Woman of the Phoenix A welcomed Waterloo I've seen the sun blaze the breast of the countryside I've seen her huddled in a winter freeze And I've run cross paths of a thousand lives Among the cactus and the white birch trees Avloc ran a waterfront bar Vito, he was the king of theives And Michael was a rock 'n roll hood from the Odessa plains Now, all of them were my kind Wild and damn near free But, a Woman of the Phoenix is the medicine they need |
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| 3. |
| 4:30 |
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The name she gave was Caroline
Daughter of a miner And her ways were free It seemed to me The sunshine walked beside her She came to Spencer Across the hill She said he Pa had sent her 'Cause the coal was low And soon the snow Would turn the skies to winter She said she's come To look for work She was not seeking favors And for a dime a day And a place to stay She'd turn those hands to labor But the times were hard Lord The jobs were few All through Tecumseh Valley But she asked around And a job she found Tending bar at Gypsy Sally's She saved enough to get back home When spring replaced the winter But her dreams were denied Her Pa had died The word come down from Spencer So she turned a whorin' out on the streets With all the lust inside her And it was many a man Returned again To lay himself beside her They found her down beneath the stairs That led to Gypsy Sally's In her hand when she died Was a note that cried Fare thee well...Tecumseh Valley Repeat first verse |
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| 4. |
| 3:32 |
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We returned to that five room flat
Now it was empty and this the last time Ther were blinking pictures Of how we'd sit and chat Some of them are scattered Others shattered in my mind Chorus: It was always three flights up Cathedral bells kept time In the winter, a-chatterin' cold While the building shook like rageweed in the wind Stories from the heat pipes We were told But now they only leave me With a half-enchanted grin Chorus Bridge: Bicycles squeezed down alley ways into view And towels warmed on oven doors To not freeze Was the only thing to do I wonder if we kept to the fair warning 'Cause I can see it in the flowers Dyin' on the window sil I know we must be out by tommorow mornin' But am I goin' 'gainst my will Chorus Bridge Repeat last verse Chorus |
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| 5. |
| 5:18 |
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Oh I'm sailing away, my own true love
I'm sailing away in the morning Is there something I can send you from across the sea? From the place where I'll be landing? There's nothing you can send me, my own true love There's nothing I'm wishing to be owning Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine Maybe silver or of golden Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona If I had the stars of the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss That's all I wish to be owning Oh, I might be gone a long ol' time And it's only that I'm asking Is there something I can send you to remember me by? To make your time more easy passing? How can, how can you ask me again? Well it only brings me sorrow Oh, the same thing I would want today I would want again tomorrow Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from his ship a-sailing Saying, I don't know when I'll be coming back again It depends on how I'm feeling If you, my love, must think that away I'm sure your mind is a-roaming I'm sure your thoughts are not with me But with the country where you're going So take heed, take heed of the western wind Take heed of stormy weather And yes, there is something you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather |
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| 6. |
| 4:21 |
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You come home late
And you come home early You come on big When you're feelin' small You come home straight And you home curly Sometimes you just don't come home at all So what in the world's come over you? What in heaven's name have you done? You've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness You're out there runnin' Just to be on the run Well, I got a heart that burns with a fever And I got a worried and jealous mind Well how can a love That will last forever Get left so far behind? So what in the world's come over you? What in heaven's name have you done? You've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness You're out there runnin' Just to be on the run |
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| 7. |
| 5:11 |
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(Ralph McTell) (Craic or crack is a term for fun, entertainment, and enjoyable conversation, particularly prominent in Ireland.[1][2] It is often used with the definite article ? the craic. Some linguistic historians assert that craic was borrowed into Irish from the English language expression crack in the mid-20th century, and the Irish spelling was then reborrowed into English.)
Four who shared this room and we caught up in the craic, Sleeping late on Sundays and we never got to Mass Chorus It's a long way from Clare to here It's a long way from Clare to here It's a long, long way It gets further by the day It's a long, long way from Clare to here When Friday comes around we're only into fighting My Ma would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writing Chorus It almost breaks my heart when I think of my family I told them I'd be coming home with my pockets full of green Chorus The only time I feel alright is when I'm into drinking It can sort of ease the pain of it and it levels out my thinking Chorus I sometimes hear the fiddles play, maybe it's just a notion I dream I see white horses dance upon that other ocean Chorus |
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| 3:16 |
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(Tom Paxton)
It's a long and dusty road It's a hot and heavy load And the folks I meet ain't always kind Some are bad and some are good Some have done the best they could Some have tried to ease my trouble in mind Chorus And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound Where I'm bound I can't help but wonder where I'm bound I've been wandering through this land Just doin' the best I can Tryin' to find what I was meant to do And the people that I see Look as worried as can be And it looks like they are wonderin',too Chorus And I had me a buddy back home But he started out to roam And I hear he's out by Frisco Bay And, sometimes, when I've had a few His old voice comes ringin' through And I'm goin' out to see him some old day If you see me passin' by And you sit and wonder why And you wish that you were a rambler,too Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor Lace 'em up and bar the door Thank the stars for the roof that's over you |
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| 9. |
| 2:52 |
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well thousands of folks back east they say
are leaving home most everyday they're beatin the hot old dusty way to the california line across the desert sands they roll gettin' outta that old dust bowl they think they're going to a sugar bowl but here is what they find oh the police at the port of entrance say |
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| 3:00 |
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This old town should've burned down in 1929
That's when we stood in line Waiting for our soup Swallowing our pride This old town should've burned down in 1931 When the rain refused to come Air filled up our bellies Dust filled up our lungs And we thought our time had come Chorus: This old town was built by hand In the dust bowl of the Mother land There must be rock beneath this sand Oh, I'll be damned This town still stands This old town should've burned down in 1944 When the last men went to war They came back different If they came back at all This old town should've burned down in 1956 That's when the twister hit And all our hopes were buried Beneath the boards and bricks And we almost called it quits (Repeat chorus) Bridge: Somewhere in the distance The city lights do shine The sidewalks gleam with neon dreams That call from time to time When my children's children Ask me why I didn't go They say the heart of any town Is the people that you've known They'll always call you home (Repeat chorus) |
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| 3:45 |
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Flipped into the wind
Like the ashes of her cigarette He got scattered thrown on the breeze As he tried to forget He lost all his heat And his heart never will be the same He got lighter than air But he'll only come down in the rain Strung out and hung out to dry Laughin' under the line It's not such a dignified place But he really don't mind He says with his feet on the ground He'd have nothin' to say Claims he likes it up there And he'll only come down in the rain Chorus: Comin' down in the rain Washin' outta the sky Loaded down with the pain There just ain't no way to fly You can read him as clear As the wall where he once wrote his name It was right next to hers But it'll only come down in the rain Burnin' himself out on a limb Like a leaf in the fall He blazed for awhile Now he's feelin' all dried up and small The colors all gone Disappeared, near as quick as it came He says he can't stay up But, he'll only come down in the rain (Repeat chorus) You can read him as clear as the wall Where he once wrote his name It was right next to hers But he'll only come down in the rain |
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| 12. |
| 2:40 |
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(Gordon Lightfoot)
He was standing by the highway With a sign that just said Mother When he heard a driver coming About a half a mile away So he held the sign up higher Where no decent soul could miss it It was ten degrees or colder Down by Boulder Dam that day He was raised up in Milwaukee Though he never was that famous He was just a road musician To the taverns he would go Singing songs about the ramblin' The lovin' girls and gamblin' How the world fell on his shoulders Back in Boulder I don't know Chorus And she told him she would take him For a ride in the morning sun Back in Boulder he had told her I don't know when, I've had a better friend It was out in Arizona That he heard the lady listening To each word that he was saying To each line that he would write So he sat down at her table And they talked about the weather 98.6 and rising down by Boulder Dam that night Chorus Now he's traded off his Martin Though his troubles ain't over His feet are almost frozen and the sun is sinking low Won't you listen to me brother, if you ever loved your mother Please pull off on the shoulder, if you're goin' Milwaukee way It's ten degrees and getting colder down by Boulder Dam today |
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| 4:56 |
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(Jerry Jeff Walker)
As the morning light stretched in across my bed I thought of you Remembering your laughing eyes and all we said I love you too As all my thoughts of you pass 'fore my face a thousand times The way they race my heart I cannot say it all in lines How the short time together lasts so long Makes me strong As two weeks came and went then you and I were gone Living on For it seems our love was destined to be caught in other nets But the love we held so brief I'd chance again without regret Yes, standing by the road has been my song before Much too long But now somehow I'm forced to see me there once more And that's the song For my waking thoughts of you are but extensions of the dream Without you here beside me I'll never know all that they mean Repeat First Verse |
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| 3:57 |
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While I was out a-ridin'
The graveyard shift midnight till dawn The moon was as bright as a reading light For a letter from an old friend back home Chorus He asked me Why do you ride for your money? Why do you rope for short pay? You ain't gettin' nowhere And you're losin' your share You must've gone crazy out there He said last night I ran into Jenny They married and have a good life Oh, you sure missed the track when you never came back She made the perfect professional's wife Chorus Bridge They've never seen the northern lights Never seen a hawk on the wing Never seen the spring hit the Great Divide Oh, they never heard old Camp Cookie sing I read up the last of my letter And tore off the stamp for Black Jim Little Dougie rode up to relieve me He just looked at my letter and grinned Chorus Bridge |
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| 3:11 |
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(G. P. Cook - Ralph Roland)
Are you tired of me my darling? Did you mean those words you said? That have made me yours forever Since the day when we were wed Chorus Tell me, would you live life over Could you make another wife? Are you tired of me my darling? Answer only with your eyes Do you ever rue the springtime When we first each other met? How we spoke in warm affection Words my heart can ne'er forget Chorus Do you think the blooms departed From the cheeks you thought so fair? Do you think I've grown cold hearted Beneath the load of woman's cares? |
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| 3:19 |
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(Malvina Reynolds - Harry Belafonte - Allen Greene)
Where are you goin' my little one, little one? Where are you goin' my baby my own? Turn around and you're two Turn around and you're four Turn around and you're a young girl Going out the door Chorus Turn around Turn around Turn around and you're a young girl Going out of the door (Turn around and you're a young wife With babes of your own) Where are you goin' my little one, little one? Little dirndles and petticoats, where have you gone? Turn around and you're tiny Turn around and you're grown Turn around and you're a young wife With babes of your own Chorus Where are you goin' my little one, little one? Where are you goin' my baby my own? |
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| 1:47 |
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This song has vocalisations - mainly repetitions of the title, but no published lyrics.
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