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| 4:50 | 
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Well, the sun's not so hot in the sky today
And you know I can see summertime slipping on away A few more geese are gone, a few more leaves turning red But the grass is as soft as a feather in a featherbed So I'll be king and you'll be queen Our kingdom's gonna be this little patch of green Won't you lie down here right now In this September grass Won't you lie down with me now September grass Oh the memory is like the sweetest pain Yeah, I kissed the girl at a football game I can still smell the sweat and the grass stains We walked home together. I was never the same. But that was a long time ago And where is she now? I don't know Won't you lie down here right now In this September grass Won't you lie down with me now September grass Oh, September grass is the sweetest kind It goes down easy like apple wine Hope you don't mind if I pour you some Made that much sweeter by the winter to come Do you see those ants dancing on a blade of grass? Do you know what I know? That's you and me, baby We're so small and the world's so vast We found each other down in the grass Won't you lie down with me right here September grass Won't you lie down with me now In this September grass Lie down Lie down Lie down Lie down (repeat) Won't you lie down here right now In this September grass Won't you lie down here now In this September grass |
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| 3:57 |
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(James Taylor)
Well I'm-a going back down maybe one more time Deep down home, October Road And I might like to see that little friend of mine That I left behind once upon a time Oh, promised land and me still standing It's a test of time It's a real good sign Let the sun run down right behind the hill I know how to stand there still till the moon rise up Right behind the pine, oh lord October road (repeat) It's the big-time life that I can't abide Raise my rent. Tan my hide. Sweet call of the countryside Go down slow. Open wide. I did my time And it changed my mind I'm satisfied Oh. I got so low down, fed up My god, I could hardly move Won't you come on, my brother Get on up and help me find my groove Keep me walking, October road. Keep me walking in the sunshine, yeah A little friend of mine October road (repeat) Help me now |
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| 3. |
| 3:24 |
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Shall I tell it again how we started as friends
Who would run into one another now and again. At the Yippee Cai O or the Mesa Dupree, or a dozen different everyday places to be. I was living alone, we were ever so brave on the telephone. Would you care to come down for fireworks time, We could each just reach, we step out of line. And the smell of the smoke and the lay of the land And the feeling of finding one's heart in one's hand And the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing "love must stand," Love forever and ever must stand. Unbelievable you, impossible me, the fool who fell out of the family tree, The fellow that found the philosopher's stone, deep underground like a dinosaur bone. Who fell into you at a quarter to two with a tear in your eye for the Fourth of July For the patriots and the minutemen and the things you believe they believed in then Such as freedom, and freedom's land and the kingdom of God and the rights of man With the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing "love must stand," Love forever and ever must stand and forever must stand. Oh, the smell of the smoke as we lay on the land And the feeling of finding my heart in my hand With the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing "love must stand," Love forever and ever must stand and forever must stand. All on the Fourth of July, on the Fourth of July. |
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| 4. |
| 4:14 |
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Little one done run out of money now
No, it doesn't seem to have a home Left to fend for yourself in the wilderness Out there living life all alone Whenever you're ready You could see a dream come true Whenever you're ready I'm just saying it's up to you Whenever you're ready Things could start looking up Whenever you're ready Take a big sip from the loving cup Making that face carved out of stone Coping real hard with a losing hand Sound of a dog choking on a chicken bone It just can't be the way that you had things planned, my friend Whenever you're ready, yeah yeah Things could start to happen real fast Whenever you're ready, my good friend Sure we could get one built to last Whenever you're ready Oh we could get it done today Whenever you're ready Sure enough you could come out and play Cold, hot, ready or not Whatever you've got What have you got to lose, my good friend? Whenever you're ready Whenever you're ready, my good friend {repeat} |
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| 5. |
| 4:15 |
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There are rifles buried in the countryside by the rising of the moon
May they lie there long forgotten till they rust away into the ground Who will bend this ancient hatred, will the killing to an end Who will swallow long injustice, take the devil for a countryman Who will say "this far no further, oh lord, if I die today" Send no weapons no more money. Send no vengeance across these seas Just the blessing of forgiveness for my new countryman and me Missing brothers, martyred fellows, silent children in the ground Could we but hear them would they not tell us "Time to lay God's rifle down." Who will say this far no further, oh Lord, if I die today. |
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| 3:41 |
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On my own
How could I have known? Imagine my surprise Just a fool From a tree full of fools Who can't believe his eyes Imagine my surprise I was a mean old man I was an ornery cuss I was a dismal Dan I made an awful fuss Ever since my life began Man, it was ever thus I was a nasty tyke who was hard to like I had to misbehave I did things in reverse Refused to wash or shave I was horrid to my nurse I got back what I gave Which only made me worse I had to have my way Which was bleak and gray, oh dear Living in here One hundred years of rain Such a drag This riches to rags With just myself to blame A dirty low-down shame Silly me Silly old me Somewhere outside my mind Clever you Walking me through Willing to lead the blind Just in the nick of time Who gets a second chance? Who gets to have some fun? Who gets to learn to dance Before his race is run? Who gets to shed his skin? Who comes up born again? Who was a mean old man 'Til you turned him into a golden retriever Puppy dog Who's a good boy? |
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| 7. |
| 3:53 |
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Watch my back and light my way
My traveling star, my traveling star Watch over all of those born St. Christopher's Day Old road dog, young runaway They hunger for home but they cannot stay They wait by the door They stand and they stare They're already out of there They're already out of there My daddy used to ride the rails So they say, so they say Soft as smoke and as tough as nails Boxcar Jones, old walking man Coming back home was like going to jail The sheets and the blankets and babies and all No he never did come back home Never that I recall Nevermind the wind Nevermind the rain Nevermind the road leading home again Never asking why Never knowing when Every now and then There he goes again She had a cat and a dog named Blue My traveling star, my traveling star A big old stove and a fireplace, too Old road dog, young runaway She told me loved me like it was true I knew I should stay I knew I would go Run run run away Run run run away, boy Run before the wind Run before the rain Over yonder hill Just around the bend Never knowing why Never knowing when Every now and then There you go again Tie me up and hold me down Oh, my traveling star Bury my feet down in the ground Oh, old road dog Claim my name from the lost and found And let me believe this is where I belong Shame on me for sure For one more highway song My traveling star My traveling star |
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| 4:39 |
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I was raised up family
Man I'm glad I'm on my own I was raised up family Man I'm glad I'm on my own I mean, God bless the child That can learn to live alone, yeah. thinking about about my cousin What it was that did him in Could it have been that whiskey Rotgut, bootleg, bathtub gin It's like it took a lot of liquor Just to let him live in his own skin Back in Raleigh, North Carolina You got to ride it on back In Raleigh, North Carolina The ship set down on the shore Of this uncharted desert island Me and my people fanned out I guess we settled down a little while Ah, but the devil came with the dark days of winter Man the children ran wild I used to know why No I don't know why anymore I used to know why No I don't know why no more I get to wonder at the Kundalini thunder Down under my floor You got to ride it on back Take me back Back in Raleigh, North Carolina Yeah, do you wanna go Way back in Raleigh, North Carolina |
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| 9. |
| 4:30 |
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I forget what to ask for
There isn't anything I haven't been given How could I wish for anything more As I am here living in heaven This moment in the sun To feel the wheel turning on Carry me on my way Carry me on my way Carry me on my way Carry me on my way I worry about my actions I think about the damage I do I've seen the coming attractions Armageddon and Waterloo I tried to change my mind I wasted precious time (chorus) Who knows where the time goes Only everything is everything Feels like I'm wearing my father's clothes Singing a song my brother would sing I turned to hide my face They're gone without a trace (chorus) |
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| 4:58 |
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Caroline, I see you
Standing on the stairway Waiting for your bear there Handy on the landing Penny in my pocket High enough to hold you When I come back home to you tomorrow You may well be angry I'll for sure be hungry Meet me in the middle Make it melt like chocolate Be my little baby I take you down by the water Some December morning Take you from your family Leave them with their longing Take you by your hand Somewhere on the sand. Oh Caroline I love you Though I'm late to say so Hesitate to tell you What will be your answer Some December morning Standing on the stairway Caroline I see you |
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| 4:48 |
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Are you there Can you hear me
Somewhere Near me In the morning Long ago Had to hold you so close Had to never let go Time on the river Sliding on by Hard to believe Wink of an eye Where'd you go Baby Buffalo What's become of old Cotton Eyed Joe Holed up, lying low Long gone come a summertime snow Talked to your doctor Making her rounds Ninety-six tears One thousand clowns There they are Shining bright True creation Pure delight They go on So do you On and on Maybe me too Long ago Baby Buffalo What's become of old Cotton Eyed Joe Holed up, lying low Long gone come a summertime snow Hold on to now Till you have to let go Easy through your fingers Ever so I'm just guessing I don't know Maybe it's a blessing I sure hope so |
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| 3:50 |
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Christmas future is far away
Christmas past is past Christmas present is here today Bringing joy that may last Have yourself a merry little Christmas May your heart be light In a year our troubles will be out of sight From now on Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the yuletide gay In a year our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Precious friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more I know that In a year we all will be together If the Fates allow Until then, we'll just have to muddle through somehow And have ourselves a merry little Christmas now. |
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| 3:29 |
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| 15. |
| 5:29 |
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I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy A glass of wine with you, sir And the ladies I'll enjoy All Durham and Northumberland Is measured up by my own hand It was my fate from birth To make my mark upon the earth... He calls me Charlie Mason A stargazer am I It seems that I was born To chart the evening sky They'd cut me out for baking bread But I had other dreams instead This baker's boy from the west country Would join the Royal Society... We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line A Mason-Dixon Line Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon But I swear you'll make me mad The West will kill us both You gullible Geordie lad You talk of liberty How can America be free A Geordie and a baker's boy In the forests of the Iroquois... Now hold your head up, Mason See America lies there The morning tide has raised The capes of Delaware Come up and feel the sun A new morning has begun Another day will make it clear Why your stars should guide us here... We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line A Mason-Dixon Line |
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