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| 1:57 | 
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| 1:57 |
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| 3. |
| 3:12 | 
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Well gather round children, a story I will tell About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard And Pretty Boy Floyd grabbed a long chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down Then he ran through the trees and bushes and lived a life of shame Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name He ran through trees and bushes on the Canadian River shore And many a starving farmer opened up his door It was in Oklahoma City, It was on a Christmas Day A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say Well you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief Well, here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief As through this life you travel, you meet some funny men Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen As through this life you ramble, as through this life you roam You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home |
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| 4. |
| 2:28 |
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He's a drug store truck drivin man He's a head of the Ku Klux Klan When summer rolls around He'll be lucky if he's not in town Well he's got him a house on the hill He plays country records till you've had your fill He's a fireman's friend, he's an all night DJ But he sure does think different from the records he plays He's a drug store truck drivin man He's a head of the Ku Klux Klan When summer rolls around He'll be lucky if he's not in town Well he don't like the young folks I know He told me one night on his radio show He's got him a medal he won in the war Weighs five hundred pounds and sleeps on his floor He's a drug store truck drivin man He's a head of the Ku Klux Klan When summer rolls around He'll be lucky if he's not in town He's been like a father to me He's the only DJ you can hear after three I'm an all night musician in a rock 'n' roll band And why he don't like me, I can't understand He's a drug store truck drivin man He's a head of the Ku Klux Klan When summer rolls around He'll be lucky if he's not in town |
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| 5. |
| 9:46 |
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| 6. |
| 2:59 |
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| 7. |
| 2:02 |
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| 8. |
| 2:10 |
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My buddies tell me that I should've waited They say I'm missing a whole world of fun But I still love them and I sing with pride I like the Christian life I won't lose a friend by heeding God's call For what is a friend who'd want you to fall Others find pleasure in things I despise I like the Christian life My buddies shun me since I turned to Jesus They say I'm missing a whole world of fun I live without them and walk in the light I like the Christian life I won't lose a friend by heeding God's call For what is a friend who'd want you to fall Others find pleasure in things I despise I like the Christian life I like the Christian life |
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| 9. |
| 2:09 |
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| 10. |
| 3:14 |
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| 11. |
| 3:50 |
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| 12. |
| 4:17 |
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If your memory serves you well We were going to meet again and wait So I'm going to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late No man alive will comfort you With another tale to tell But you know that we shall meet again If your memory serves you well This wheel's on fire Rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode If your memory serves you well I was going to confiscate your lace and wrap it up in a sailor's knot And hide it in your case If I knew for sure that it was yours But it was oh so hard to tell But you knew that we would meet again If your memory serves you well This wheel's on fire Rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode If your memory serves you well You'll remember you're the one That called on them to call on him To get your favors done And after every plan had failed And there was nothing more to tell You knew that we would meet again If your memory serves you well This wheel's on fire Rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode |
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| 13. |
| 3:08 |
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| 14. |
| 2:36 |
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So you want to be a rock and roll star? Then listen now to what I say Just get an electric guitar Then take some time and learn how to play And with your hair swung right And your pants too tight It's gonna be all right Then it's time to go downtown Where the agent man won't let you down Sell your soul to the company Who are waiting there to sell plastic ware And in a week or two If you make the charts The girls'll tear you apart The price you paid for your riches and fame Was it all a strange game? You're a little insane The money, the fame, and the public acclaim Don't forget who you are You're a rock and roll star |
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| 2:32 |
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He was a friend of mine He was a friend of mine His killing had no purpose No reason, or rhyme He was a friend of mine He was in Dallas town He was in Dallas town Form a sixth floor window A gunner shot him down He died in Dallas town He never knew my name He never knew my name Though I never met him I knew him just the same Oh, he was a friend of mine |
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| 3:23 |
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Far between sundown’s finish and midnight’s broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing As majestic bells of bolts, struck shadows in the sounds Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing Flashing for the warriors, whose strength is not to fight Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight And for each and every underdog soldier in the night We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far off corner flashed And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting Starry eyed and laughing, as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended And we listened one last time, and we watched with one last look Spellbound and swallowed till the tolling ended Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused, accused, misused, srung-out ones and worse And for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing |
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