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Down at the station the tracks are cold
the wheels of thunder, they roll no more and the heart of America cries for the souls who won't be rollin' home The dragon weeps with empty eyes, the whistle sighs no more in the night ... It rests in the lines, like a ghost in the music, the soul of America's pride Toil of our fathers with foreign hands, they laid the tracks and they opened the plains they fought the mountains and they merged our seas they set America free Tell me,...Where is the blaze of the hobo's caldron? The refuge for these poor and these fallen? It rests in the lines, like a ghost in the music, the soul of America's pride Foreign father ...American son, father see what your son has done He's torn up the mountains and reshaped the plains the dreams he dreams aren't the same To the fallen ones who may still be askin, "Who'd take time to stir these ashes, Who'll hear the lines of a ghost in the music and kindle America's pride?" Tell me,... Where is the blaze of the hobo's caldron? The refuge for these poor and these fallen? It rests in the lines, like a ghost in the music, the soul of America's pride. |
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Take this heart of mine out the winter
and let the new life of Springtime come rest at our door May the soul of my brother never bow to the wicked and the hearts of our children waltz together once more Love is a Hard Waltz... and we could all use a lesson in giving If we give it hearts... it could teach us the rhythm if only we're willing Now my mother's had a hard life in learnin' to dance my father did leave her on the dance floor at midnight Though they shared a true love, he did not understand that all she ever wanted was a hand in her own life Love is a Hard Waltz... and we could all use a lesson in giving If we give it hearts... it could teach us the rhythm if only we're willing I know women who gather for the hatred of men their eyes are as closed as the blind Ku Klux Klan There are men who would love those same women as friends oh , brother and sister they'd stand in the end ...but ... Love is a Hard Waltz... and we could all use a lesson in giving If we give it hearts... it could teach us the rhythm if only we're willing Now, we've all lived in fear of the needs of our neighbours yet, we voice our opinions through weak politicians Hey, the shores of our country have closed for this season and our lady of the harbour stands lonely and weeping ...'cause ... Love is a Hard Waltz... and we could all use a lesson in giving If we give it hearts... it could teach us the rhythm if only we're willing |
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Oh, the night was clear and the stars were shinin'
and the moon came up,... so quiet in the sky And all the people gathered round while the band was a-tunin' I can hear them now ... playin' 'Comin' Through the Rye' She was dressed in blue and she looked so lovely just a gentle flower of a small town girl Then he took her hand and they danced to the music with a single smile ... she became his world And they danced all night ... to the fiddle and the banjo their driftin' tunes, seemed to fill the air so long ago, but they still remember ... when they fell in love, at the Roseville Fair Now, they courted well, and they courted dearly They'd rock for hours in the front porch chair Then a year went by ... from the time that he met her and he made her his, at the Roseville Fair And they danced all night ... to the fiddle and the banjo their driftin' tunes, seemed to fill the air so long ago, but they still remember ... when they fell in love, at the Roseville Fair So here's a song for all of the lovers and here's a tune ... that you can share May you dance all night ... to the fiddle and the banjo Oh, the way they did at the Roseville Fair Oh, the way they did ... at the Roseville Fair |
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My daddy was a longshoreman in New Orleans,
My mamma kept score just watchin' the Mardi Gras... Oh me,... I sat on the front porch watchin' the rails roll out, I was waitin' for my Omie to take me outta this south It was me and my sisters... like to wore that front porch out [Chorus:] And there can't be more to this livin' than loving my Omie We're both sittin' back here watchin' our children grow If there's a better ace in the deck, Well,... baby, come on and show me... If you ain't got a hand then get on your wheel and roll, 'cuz there could never be a better hand than these hearts I hold Me and my Omie... we settled down here in Houston Oh, and one by one, we moved my sisters west We bought a house in the suburbs and we've got four fine children We are black middle class because Omie wouldn't settle for less We are black middle class because Omie wouldn't settle for less [Chorus] My children are the first thing in my mornin'... My Omie is the last thing in my night Oh, in between I dream about that porch back home And I bless my daddy for the love within that house But,... I thank my Omie for takin' me outta the south ... look at these hearts I hold... oh, look at these hearts I hold ... look at these hearts I hold... there ain't no place like home Look at these hearts we hold... look at those hearts you hold Hey!... my Omie's got a heart of gold... look at these hearts we hold ... take a look at those hearts you hold... ! |
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I am not a child, though you'll treat me as you've always seen me
You never saw the changes in a heart grown old and wise Hey, it's good to see you smile, it's been so long between the pages ... wheels out on the highway seem to laugh between my lines Do you still want to know? Where does the love go when it dies? Hey, I want you to know ... love never dies ... it is sheltered here very safe inside and it's left you with a friend out in the madness And you say you love me still ... How your soul does change and your heart still ponders ... how I could grow fonder ... of a life out on my own I still sing the harmony I'll have another wine and toast this madness I'll howl at your moon ... on my way home alone Do you still want to know? Where does the love go when it dies? Hey, I want you to know ... love never dies ... it is sheltered here very safe inside and it's left you with a friend out in the madness Do you still want to know? Where does the love go when it dies? Hey, I want you to know ... love never dies ... it is sheltered here very safe inside and it's left you with a friend out in the madness |
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Oh the grace that true love holds when hearts grow weary for
time alone you give it room and the warm to hold ... and it'll always come home True love is faithful all on it's own Hearts know when they should fly alone When the mind is rested and the heart's at ease ... two loves can give to each other's needs Oh, the grace that true love holds when hearts grow weary for time alone you give it room and the warm to hold ... and it'll always come home You can fool yourself and fool your dreams but you can't fool your heart and you can't fool me Love is a sailor sailing out to sea one of these days you'll need the harbour in me ... Oh, the grace that true love holds when hearts grow weary for time alone you give it room and the warm to hold ... and it'll always come home Oh, give it room and the warm to hold ... and it'll always come home |
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Mamma's in the kitchen rattlin' pans and the baby cries,
on the TV news, somebody died He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin' daredevil show, in Merry England, oh, ... twenty seven years old He was tryin' to break the record, for jumpin' over cars, he was the champ He fell a little bit short ... oh, hit the ramp This is the story, sad and it's gory of Robin Winter-Smith He was a very brave man if you get my drift 'Cause he waved to the crowd, headed down the runway like a man possessed, Robin Winter-Smith ... I guess he did his best I make a livin' a-playin' these songs and I hang out in bars I play my guitar ... oh, but honey, I don't jump over cars Mamma's in the kitchen rattlin' pans and the baby cries, on the TV news ... somebody died He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin' daredevil show, in Merry England, oh, ... twenty seven years old |
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Oh, I used to wish I was a hard line taker ... and they'd say,
"Six to one a half dozen'll break her", 'till I fell in love with a young man who sang the blues Oh, bless my daddy, he warned me well He'd whisper in my ear and say, "Now look out, gal ... there's always a ne'er do well gonna call you the fool" He said, "you'll never learn to fish on a borrowed line you'll never learn to write if you're walkin' 'round cryin' and it's a pity that you're lover died young, but ... you'll never get tired of livin' alone". So, now I dream of the lover that I don't know It's safer this way 'cuz I don't have to go ... oh, and he won't come ... so nobody goes away Sometimes I wish for the warmth of his hand take a look in these eyes and understand I'm just a little too old to be a-learnin' the rules of the game He said, "you'll never learn to fish on a borrowed line you'll never learn to write if you're walkin' 'round cryin' and it's a pity that you're lover died young, but ... you'll never get tired of livin' alone". Oh, maybe I could take him to Mexico We'd kick our heels in the warm cloudy gulf He'd sing a song about the weather in the Poconos; this lover that I don't know Then two hearts would pound 'stead of one in the night I'd learn to fish with my own line catch my dream and hope that line would hold He said, "you'll never learn to fish on a borrowed line you'll never learn to write if you're walkin' 'round cryin' and it's a pity that you're lover died young, but ... you'll never get tired of livin' alone". No, I never get tired of livin' alone Sometimes my feet get cold ... when I'm livin' alone .. |
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I found your letter in my mailbox today
You were just checkin' if I was okay And if I miss you, well, you know what they say ... just once ... in a very blue moon just once in a very blue moon just once ... in a very blue moon and I feel one comin' on soon No need to tell me, you'd like to be friends and help me get back on my feet again If I miss you at all ... it's just now and then just once ... in a very blue moon just once in a very blue moon just once ... in a very blue moon and I feel one comin' on soon There's a blue moon shinin' when I am reminded of all we've been through Such a blue moon ... shinin' Does it ever shine down on you? You act as if it never hurt you at all Like I'm the only one who's gettin' up from a fall Don't you remember? Can't you recall? just once ... in a very blue moon just once in a very blue moon just once ... in a very blue moon and I feel one comin' on soon ... just once ... in a very ... blue moon |
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Now they all sat around in a circle
They were laughing and all telling lies Then the tall one he bumped in a dollar Oh he said boys I've got nothing to hide Now if the King and the Queen stood together Then the ace he would not be to blame And if the cards were all laid on the table, now darlin' Then love could be more than a game And if the stars didn't shine on the water Then the sun wouldn't burn on the sand And if I were the woman you wanted babe I would not be the woman that I am And I have seen my share of long nights And I have told my share of lies And I have run into the darkness, now darlin' When I saw the look in your eyes But if the night didn't lie in the darkness Then the daylight would be hard to find And if the truth didn't turn to a weakness, now babe I would have never have spoken my mind And if the stars didn't shine on the water Then the sun wouldn't burn on the sand And if I were woman you wanted babe Then I would not be the woman that I am So if you're going out to California Then don't linger in New Mexico And if you think of the one there behind you, there darlin' Then you might not feel so alone And if the stars didn't shine on the water Then the sun wouldn't burn on the sand And if I were the woman you wanted babe I would not be the woman that I am And if I were the woman you wanted babe I would not be the woman that I am |
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I truly need ... a year down in New Orleans,
the hum of a southern drawl that I could understand And should you meet ... my sweetheart in New Orleans kindly pass my heart into the safety of his hands I remember clover ... in the fields south of New Orleans and we ran so blindly through the fields of summer cane Now when I'm lonely ... I send my heart down to New Orleans to chase my memories alone down through my dreams How I miss the clarity I left there in my youth Will there be another heart who can endure my solitude? His roses grow ... so lovely in New Orleans their petals do recall the mysteries in his eyes Now, should you go ... to that garden in New Orleans kindly tend a rose beside his heart for me ... and sigh |
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I could use a little spin on a red brick floor
in that crazy 'ol bar when Tim locks the door Where the walls are gonna ring and the strings are gonna bend and it's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again Oh. the Blue Ridge mountains at the fall of the night it sure feels good when you cross that line I'll tip my cup and holler at the moon I'll say-a-Great White North ... honey here's to you sleep tight ... I've gone crazy on this road ... with all of this travellin alone, but the asphalt is burnin' tonight ... The New England Spring's been good to me there's been warmth to lend and good lines to sing But, how I miss my native tongue 'cause ... New York City sorta brings out the stupids in me I've got one more stop down in Tennessee My sweetheart is there just a-waitin' on me Then it's on down the road kickin' East Texas dust I'll catch my breath with that hot Houston neon buzzin' I've gone crazy on this road ... with all of this travellin alone, but the asphalt is burnin' tonight ... The New England Spring's been good to me there's been warmth to lend and good lines to sing But, how I miss my native tongue 'cause ... New York City sorta brings out the stupids in me Oh, here comes a little spin on a red brick floor it's a crazy 'ol bar and Tim's locked the door The wall's are ringin', the strings are gonna bend and it's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again |
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