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| 3:24 | 
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Virgil Caine is my name and I drove on the Danville train
Til Stonewall's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive I took the train to Richmond that fell It was a time I remember, oh, so well (CHORUS) The night they drove old Dixie down And all the bells were ringin The night they drove old Dixie down And all the people were singin' They went, na na na na na, na na na na Back with my wife in Tenessee And one day she said to me, Virgil, quick come see There goes the Robert E. Lee Now I don't mind chopping wood And I don't care if the money's no good Just take what you need and leave the rest But they should never have taken the very best (CHORUS) Like my father before me, I'm a working man And like my brother before me, I took a rebel stand Oh, he was just 18, proud and brave But a yankee laid him in his grave I swear by the blood below my feet You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat (CHORUS) |
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| 2. |
| 2:47 |
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(P. Simon)
It's a still life water color, Of a now late afternoon, As the sun shines through the curtained lace And shadows wash the room. And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference, Like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs, The borders of our alliance. And you read your Emily Dickinson, And I my Robert Frost, And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we've lost. Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of rhythm, Couplets out of rhyme, In syncopated time And the dangled conversation And the superficial sighs, Are the borders of our alliance. Yes, we speak of things that matter, With words that must be said, "Can analysis be worthwhile?" "Is the theater really dead?" And how the room is softly faded And I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your hand, You're a stranger now unto me Lost in the dangling conversation. And the superficial sighs, In the borders of our alliance |
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| 3. |
| 3:00 |
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Take the ribbon from my hair
Shake it lose and let it fall Layin soft upon your skin Like the shadows on the wall Come and lay down by my side Till the early morning light All I'm taking is your time Help me make it through the night I don't care who's right or wrong I don't try to understand Let the devil take tomorrow Lord tonight I need a friend Yersterday is dead and gone And tomorrow's out of sight It's so sad to be alone Help me make it trough the night I don't care who's right or wrong I don't try to understand Let the devil take tomorrow Lord tonight I need a friend Yersterday is dead and gone And tomorrow's out of sight It's so sad to be alone Help me make it trough the night |
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| 3:06 | 
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| 5. |
| 2:20 |
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Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? All the lonely people Where do they all come from ? All the lonely people Where do they all belong ? Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near. Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there What does he care? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? |
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| 6. |
| 3:54 |
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When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. And when the broken hearted people Living in the world agree, There will be an answer, let it be. For though they may be parted There is still a chance that they will see There will be an answer, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Yeah Let it be, let it be. There will be an answer, let it be. And when the night is cloudy, There is still a light that shines on me, Shines until tomorrow, let it be. I wake up to the sound of music Mother Mary sings to me There will be no sorrow, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. There will be no sorrow, let it be. Let it be, let it be, Let it be, let it be. There will be no sorrow, let it be. Let it be, let it be, Let it be, let it be. There will be no sorrow, let it be |
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| 7. |
| 3:16 |
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Show me the prison
show me the jail show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale and I'll show you, young man, with so many reasons why, there but for fortune go you or I. show me the alley show me the train show me the hobo who sleeps out in the rain and I'll show you, young man, with so many reasons why there but for fortune go you or I. show me the whiskey stains on the floor show me the drunkard as he stumbles out the door and I'll show you, young man, with so many reasons why, there but for fortune go you or I. Show me the country where the bombs had to fall show me the ruins of the buildings, once so tall and I'll show you young man with so many reasons why, there but for fortune go you and I, you and I. |
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| 3:11 |
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Oh, my, but you have a pretty face
You favour a girl that I knew I imagine that she's still in Tennessee And, by God, I should be there, too I've a sadness too sad to be true Well I left Tennessee in a hurry, dear The same way that I'm leaving you But love is mainly just memories And everyone's got him a few So when I'm gone I'll be glad to love you At the brand new Tennessee Waltz You're literally waltzing on air At the brand new Tennessee Waltz There's no telling who will be there When I leave it'll be like I found you, love Descending Victorian stairs Feeling like one of your photographs Trapped while I'm putting on airs And getting even by saying."Who cares" At the brand new Tennessee Waltz You're literally waltzing on air At the brand new Tennessee Waltz There's no telling who will be there So, let all of your passionate violins Play a tune for a Tennessee kid Who's feeling like leaving another town With no place to go if he did 'Cause they'll catch you wherever you're hid At the brand new Tennessee Waltz You're literally waltzing on air At the brand new Tennessee Waltz There's no telling who will be there |
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| 9. |
| 3:46 |
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(Bob Dylan)
I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have 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 whom lies with every 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 fills 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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| 3:37 |
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Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind Down in the Gypsy Cafe With a friend of a friend of mine Who sat with a baby heavy on her knee Yet spoke of life most free from slavery With eyes that showed no trace of misery A phrase in connection first with she occurred That love is just a four-letter word Outside a rattling store-front window Cats meowed to the break of day Me, I kept my mouth shut, To you I had no words to say My experience was limited and underfed You were talking while I hid To the one who was the father of your kid You probably didn't think I did, but I heard You say that love is just a four-letter word I said goodbye unnoticed Pushed forth into my own games Drifting in and out of lifetimes Unmentionable by name Searching for my double, looking for Complete evaporation to the core Though I tried and failed at finding any door I must have thought that there was nothing more Absurd than that love is just a four-letter word Though I never knew just what you meant When you were speaking to your man I can only think in terms of me And now I understand After waking enough times to think I see The Holy Kiss that's supposed to last eternity Blow up in smoke, it's destiny Falls on strangers, travels free Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me And I do not really need to be Assured that love is just a four-letter word |
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| 11. |
| 3:25 |
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Heaven help the child who never had a home
Heaven help the girl who walks the streets alone Heaven help the roses if the bombs begin to fall Heaven help us all Heaven help the black man if he struggles one more day Heaven help the white man if he turns his back away Heaven help the people with their backs against the wall Heaven help us all Heaven help us all, Heaven help us all, Heaven help us, Lord, hear our call when we call, heaven help us all Heaven help the boy who won't reach twenty-one Heaven help the man who gave that boy a gun Heaven help the man who kicks the man who has to crawl Heaven help us all Heaven help us all, Heaven help us all Heaven help us, Lord, hear our call when we call, heaven help us all Now I lay me down before I go to sleep In this troubled world, I pray the Lord to keep, Keep hatred from the mighty, and the mighty from the small Heaven help us all Heaven help us all, Heaven help us all, Heaven help us, Lord, hear our call when we call, heaven help us all |
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