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Mm-mm-mm-mm? I keep a close watch on this heart of mine. I keep my eyes wide open all the time. I keep the ends out for the tie that binds. Because you?re mine, I walk the line. Mm-mm-mm-mm? I find it very, very easy to be true. I find myself alone when each day is through. Yes, I?ll admit that I?m a fool for you. Because you?re mine, I walk the line. Mm-mm-mm-mm? As sure as night is dark and day is light, I keep you on my mind both day and night. And happiness I?ve known proves that it?s right. Because you?re mine, I walk the line. Mm-mm-mm-mm? You?ve got a way to keep me on your side. You give me cause for love that I can?t hide. For you, I know I?d even try to turn the tide. Because you?re mine, I walk the line. Mm-mm-mm-mm? I keep a close watch on this heart of mine. I keep my eyes wide open all the time. I keep the ends out for the tie that binds. Because you?re mine, I walk the line. |
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| 2:43 |
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Dont call my name out your window, It leavingI wont even turn my head. Dont sent your kinfolk to give me no talkingIt be gone, like I said. Your just say the same old things That you be sayingall along, Just lay there in your bed and keep your mouth shut, Till It gone. Dont give me that old familiar cry and fuss and moan Understand your man. Now, you can give my other suit to the Salvation Army, And everything else I leave behind I aint taking nothing that slow down my travelin? While It untangling my mind. Now, I aint gonna repeat What I said any more While It breathing air that aint been breathed before, I'll be just as gone as the wild goose in winter Understand your man, meditate on it Understand your man, It tired of your bad-mouthingUnderstand your man. |
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| 3:06 |
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Look a-yonder comin' Comin' down that railroad track Hey, look a-yonder comin' Comin' down that railroad track It's the Orange Blossom Special Bringin' my baby back Well, I'm going down to Florida And get some sand in my shoes Or maybe Californy And get some sand in my shoes I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special And lose these New York blues "Say man, when you going back to Florida?" "When am I goin' back to Florida? I don't know, don't reckon I ever will." "Ain't you worried about getting your nourishment in New York?" "Well, I don't care if I do-die-do-die-do-die-do-die." Hey talk about a-ramblin' She's the fastest train on the line Talk about a-travellin' She's the fastest train on the line It's that Orange Blossom Special Rollin' down the seaboard line |
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| 2:48 |
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There once was a musical troupe A pickin' singin' folk group They sang the mountain ballads And the folk songs of our land They were long on musical ability Folks thought they would go far But political incompatibility led to their downfall Well, the one on the right was on the left And the one in the middle was on the right And the one on the left was in the middle And the guy in the rear was a Methodist This musical aggregation toured the entire nation Singing the traditional ballads And the folk songs of our land They performed with great virtuosity And soon they were the rage But political animosity prevailed upon the stage Well, the one on the right was on the left And the one in the middle was on the right And the one on the left was in the middle And the guy in the rear burned his driver's license Well the curtain had ascended A hush fell on the crowd As thousands there were gathered to hear The folk songs of our land But they took their politics seriously And that night at the concert hall As the audience watched deliriously They had a free-for-all Well, the one on the right was on the bottom And the one in the middle was on the top And the one on the left got a broken arm And the guy in the rear, said, "Oh dear" Now this should be a lesson if you plan to start a folk group Don't go mixin' politics with the folk songs of our land Just work on harmony and diction Play your banjo well And if you have political convictions keep them to yourself Now, the one on the left works in a bank And the one in the middle drives a truck The one on the right's an all-night deejay And th |
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| 2:37 |
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Fun girl, you tempted me, a feast of sparks in the night is what I need Ooh I'm a-ready to roar, and I'm a-ready for more And I'm a-ready to burn like the light into the dawn Oh I gotta see the fire in me, turning into ecstasy So stick around and settle down enjoy the mystery A voice in the wilderness, there's somethin' in the air A little love won't bring your precious self a secret flame Fun girl (Are you ready, ready for fun girl?) Feels like fire (Are you ready, ready for fun girl?) Ring of fire I left, so indiscreet, you're stealing all of the fire electric me I'm staring into the sun, I'm staring into a gun I'm staring at the sky, turn it out and let it burn Repeat Bridge Repeat Chorus Fun girl, you tempted me, ya cut me up Like a knife so tenderly Oh I gotta see the fire in me, burning up my ecstasy A little love won't bring your precious self a secret flame. Oh no Repeat Chorus Yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh |
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| 3:01 |
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| 4:08 |
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Ira Hayes, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather round me people there's a story I would tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the land of the Pima Indian A proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land Down the ditches for a thousand years The water grew Ira's peoples' crops 'Till the white man stole the water rights And the sparklin' water stopped Now Ira's folks were hungry And their land grew crops of weeds When war came, Ira volunteered And forgot the white man's greed Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill, Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again And when the fight was over And when Old Glory raised Among the men who held it high Was the Indian, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Ira returned a hero Celebrated through the land He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand But he was just a Pima Indian No water, no crops, no chance At home nobody cared what Ira'd done And when did the Indians dance Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Then Ira started drinkin' hard; Jail was often his home They'd let him raise |
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| 1:51 |
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[Chorus:] Johnny Yuma was a rebel He roamed through the west Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel He wandered alone He got fightin' mad This rebel lad He packed no star As he wandered far Where the only law Was a hook and a draw The rebel, Johnny Yuma [Chorus] He searched the land This restless lad He was panther quick And leather tough If he figured that He'd been pushed enough The rebel, Johnny Yuma [Chorus] Fightin' mad This rebel lad With a dream he'd hold 'Til his dyin' breath He'd search his soul And gamble with death The rebel, Johnny Yuma |
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| 1:46 |
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How high's the water, mama? Two feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Two feet high and risin' We can make it to the road in a homemade boat That's the only thing we got left that'll float It's already over all the wheat and the oats, Two feet high and risin' How high's the water, mama? Three feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Three feet high and risin' Well, the hives are gone, I've lost my bees The chickens are sleepin' In the willow trees Cow's in water up past her knees, Three feet high and risin' How high's the water, mama? Four feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Four feet high and risin' Hey, come look through the window pane, The bus is comin', gonna take us to the train Looks like we'll be blessed with a little more rain, 4 feet high and risin' How high's the water, mama? Five feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Five feet high and risin' Well, the rails are washed out north of town We gotta head for higher ground We can't come back till the water comes down, Five feet high and risin' Well, it's five feet high and risin' |
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| 3:02 |
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A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm He changed his clothes and shined his boots And combed his dark hair down And his mother cried as he walked out Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town He laughed and kissed his mom And said your Billy Joe's a man I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can But I wouldn't shoot without a cause I'd gun nobody down But she cried again as he rode away Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town He sang a song as on he rode His guns hung at his hips He rode into a cattle town A smile upon his lips He stopped and walked into a bar And laid his money down But his mother's words echoed again Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand And tried to tell himself he had become a man A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down And he heard again his mothers words Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town Filled with rage then Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw But the stranger drew his gun and fired Before he even saw As Billy Joe fell to the floor The crowd all gathered 'round And wondered at his final words Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town |
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