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| 4:44 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:00 |
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| 3. |
| 2:49 |
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| 2:20 | 
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Fear the hearts of men are failing These our latter days we know The great depression now is spreading God's word declared it would be so I'm going where there's no depression To a better land that's free from care I'll leave this world of toil and trouble My home's in heaven I'm going there In this dark hour, midnight nearing The tribulation time will come The storms will hurl the midnight fear And sweep lost millions to their doom I'm going where there's no depression To a better land that's free from care I'll leave this world of toil and trouble My home's in heaven I'm going there I'm going where there's no depression To a better land that's free from care I'll leave this world of toil and trouble My home's in heaven I'm going there |
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| 5. |
| 3:14 |
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| 6. |
| 4:46 |
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| 7. |
| 2:49 |
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| 8. |
| 3:19 |
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| 9. |
| 3:32 |
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| 10. |
| 2:59 |
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| 11. |
| 3:13 |
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| 12. |
| 2:43 |
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Down here, where's we're at The weather changes, that's the way it goes Sometimes it snows, when everything's wrong Sometimes it snows, but when it does, it doesn't last long Down here, where we're at All we do is sit out on the porch And play our songs, and nothing's wrong Sometime friends come around, they all sing along Down here, where we're at Everyone is equally poor Down here, we don't care We don't care what happens outside the screen door Down here, where we're at Sweat drips from the tip of your nose You wear loose clothes, and you try to stay cool We all still have a lot of fun, never saw much school Down here, where we're at Everyone is equally poor Down here, we don't care We don't care what happens outside the screen door |
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| 13. |
| 2:23 |
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John Hardy, he was a desperate little man Carried two guns every day Shot a man down by the West Virginia line They saw John Hardy get away They saw John Hardy get away They cornered John Hardy on the Tombstone bridge He thought that he was free 'Til the deputy sheriff came and grabbed him by the arm Said "Johnny, come along with me" "Johnny, come along with me" John Hardy, he stood inside his cell Tears running down his eyes Said "I've seen the death of many a poor boy Now I'm ready to die Now I'm ready to die" Well, I've been to the east and I've been to the west I've been the whole world round I've been to the north and I've been to the south Now I'm going to my hanging ground I'm going to my hanging ground |
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| 14. |
| 3:09 |
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| 15. |
| 2:50 |
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| 16. |
| 3:53 |
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| 17. |
| 4:40 |
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| 18. |
| 2:18 |
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All my daydreams are disasters She's the one I think I love Rivers burn and then run backwards For her, that's enough They all come from New York City And they woke me up at dawn She walked with me to the fountain And she held onto my arm Come on, do what you did Roll me under New Madrid Shake my baby and please bring her back 'Cause death won't even be still Caroms over the landfill Buries us all in its broken back There's a man of conviction And although he's getting old Mr. Browning has a prediction And we've all been told So come on back from New York City Roll your trucks in at dawn Walk with me to the fountain And hold onto my arm Come on, do what you did Roll me under New Madrid Shake my baby and please bring her back 'Cause death won't even be still Caroms over the landfill Buries us all in its broken back |
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| 4:09 |
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