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Keep rolli rollin rollin
though the streams are swollen keep them doggies rollin rawhide through rain and wind and weather hell-bent for leather wishin my gal ws by my side all the things im missin good vittles,love and kissin are waitin at the end of my ride move em on head em up head em up move em on move em on head em up rawhide cut em out ride em in ride em in let em out cut em out ride em in rawhide move em on head em up head em up move em on move em on head em up rawhide cut em out ride em in ride em in cut em out cut em out ride em in rawhide ride em in rawhide |
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An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw A'plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o Ghost herd in the sky Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breaths he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o Ghost riders in the sky Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet They've got to ride forever in that range up in the sky On horses snortin' flame an' fire, as they ride on, hear them cry Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o Ghost riders in the sky As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name "If you want to save your soul from hell a' ridin' on our range" "Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride" "A-tryin' to catch the Devil's herd across these endless skies." Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky |
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JEZEBE E E E EL, JEZEBE E E E EL IF EVER THE DEVIL WAS BORN WITHOUT A PAIR OF HORNS IT WAS YOU JEZEBEL IT WAS YOU IF EVER AN ANGEL FELL..JEZEBEL IT WAS YOU, JEZEBEL IT WAS YOU IF EVER A PAIR OF EYES PROMISED PARADISE DECEIVING ME GRIEVING ME LEAVING ME BLUE JEZEBEL IT WAS YOU IF EVER THE DEVILS PLAN WAS MADE TO TORMENT MAN IT WAS YOU JEZEBEL IT WAS YOUTWOULD BE BETTER HAD I NEVER KNOWN A LOVER SUCH AS YOU FORSAKING DREAMS AND ALL FOR THE SIREN CALL OF YOUR ARMS LIKE A DEMON LOVE POSSESSED ME YOU OBSESSED ME CONSTANTLY WHAT EVIL STAR IS MINE THAT MY FATES DESIRE SHOULD BE JEZEBE E E EL IF EVER A PAIR OF EYES PROMISED PARADISE DECEIVING ME GRIEVING ME LEAVING ME BLUE JEZEBEL IT WAS YOU IF EVER THE DEVILS PLAN WAS MADE TO TORMENT MAN IT WAS YOU NIGHT AND DAY EVERY WAY JEZEBEL, JEZEBEL, JEZEBEL |
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Mule train, yeah, yeah.
Mule train: clippetty-clopping over hill and plain. Seems as how they'll never stop. Clippetty-clop, clippetty-clop, clippetty, clippetty, clippetty, clippetty, clippetty-clopping along. There's a plug of chaw tobaccy for a rancher in Corolla; A guitar for a cowboy way out in Arizona; A dress of callico for a pretty Navajo. Get along mule, get along. Mule train, yeah, yeah. Mule train: clippetty-clopping along the mountain chain. Seems as though they're gonna recah the top. Clippetty-clop, clippetty-clop, clippetty, clippetty, c lippetty, clippetty, clippetty-clopping along. There's some cotton thread and needle for the folks away out yonder. A shovel for a miner who left his home to wander. Some rheumatism pills for the settlers in the hills. Get along mule, get along. Mule train, yeah, yeah. Mule train: clippetty-clopping through the wind and rain. They'll keep going till they drop. Clippetty-clop, clippetty-clop, clippetty, clippetty, clippetty, clippetty, clippetty-clopping along. There's a letter full of sadness and it's black around the border. A pair of boots for someone who had them made to order. A Bible in the pack for the Reverend Mr Black. Get along mule, get along. Get along mule, get along. (Mule train.) Get along, get along. |
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I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night, a candle glows I believe for everyone who goes astray Someone will come to show the way I believe I believeI believe above the storm the smallest prayer Will still be heard I believe that someone in the great somewhere Hears every word Every time I hear a newborn baby cry Or touch a leaf Or see the sky Then I know why I believeEvery time I hear a newborn baby cry Or touch a leaf Or see the sky Then I know why I believe [Why I believe] |
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Big Sam left Seattle in the year of ninety-two
With George Pratt his partner and brother Billy too They crossed the Yukon river and they found the bonanza gold Below that old white mountain Just a little south-east of Nome Sam crossed the Majestic mountains to the valleys far below He talked to his team of huskies As he mushed on through the snow With the northen lights a-runnin' wild In the land of the midnight sun Yes Sam McCord was a mighty man In the year of nineteen-one Where the river is windin' big nuggets they're findin' North to Alaska go north the rush is on North to Alaska go north the rush is on George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man I'd trade all the gold that's buried in this land For one small band of gold to place on sweet little Jenny's hand 'Cause a man needs a woman to love him all the time Remember Sam a true love is so hard to find I'd build for my Jenny a honeymoon home Below that old white mountain Just a little south-east of Nome Where the river is windin' big nuggets they're findin' North to Alaska go north the rush is on North to Alaska go north the rush is on |
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Every day, along about evening
When the sunlight's beginning to pale I ride through the slumbering shadows Along the Navajo Trail When it's night and crickets are callin' And coyotes are makin' a wail I dream by a smoldering fire Along the Navajo Trail I love to lie and listen to the music When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar When over yonder hill the moon is climbin' It always finds me wishin' on a star Well what a ya know, it's mornin' already There's the dawnin', so silver and pale It's time to climb into my saddle And ride the Navajo Trail I love to lie and listen to the music When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar When over yonder hill the moon is climbin' It always finds me wishin' on a star Well what a ya know, it's mornin' already There's the dawnin', so silver and pale (like a silvery veil) It's time to climb into my saddle And ride the Navajo Trail Ride the Navajo Trail Ride the Navajo Trail |
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Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever that's so hard to bear You give me fever when you kiss me Fever, when you hold me tight Fever in the morning Fever all through the night Sun lights up the daytime Moon lights up the night I light up when you call my name And you know I'm gonna treat you right You give me fever when you kiss me Fever, when you hold me tight Fever in the morning Fever all through the night Everybody's got the fever That is something you all know Fever isn't such a new thing Fever started long ago Romeo loved Juliet Juliet, she felt the same When he put his arms around her He said, "Julie, baby, you're my flame" Thou givest fever when we kisseth Fever with thy flaming youth Fever, I'm afire Fever, yeah, I burn for sooth Captain Smith and Pocahontas Had a very mad affair When her daddy tried to kill him She said, "Daddy, oh, don't you dare" "He gives me fever with his kisses Fever when he holds me tight Fever, I'm his misses Daddy, won't you treat him right", go Now you've listened to my story Here's the point that I have made Chicks were born to give you fever Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade They give you fever when you kiss them Fever, if you live and learn Fever till you sizzle What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn |
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You can gamble for match sticks, you can gamble for gold
The stakes may be heavy or small But if you haven't gambled for love and lost, you haven't gambled at all They call me a moonlight gambler I've gambled for love and lost When I gamble for love and it isn't in the cards Oh, what heartaches it can cost me Win or lose, I'm a moonlight gambler And a winner is what I long to be So I'll gamble for love just as long as I live Till the day Lady Luck smiles at me You can gamble for match sticks You can gamble for gold The stakes may be heavy or small But if you haven't gambled for love and lost Then you haven't gambled at all No, if you haven't gambled for love in the moonlight Then you haven't gambled at all So I'll gamble for love just as long as I live Till the day Lady Luck smiles at me They call me the moonlight gambler They call me the moonlight gambler |
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Cheatin', cheatin', cheatin'
Your cheatin' heart will make you weep You'll cry and cry, you gonna try to sleep But sleep won't come the whole night through Your cheatin' heart is gonna tell on you When tears come down like falling rain You gonna toss around, you gonna call my name You gonna walk the floor just the way I do Your cheatin' heart is gonna tell on you Cheatin', cheatin', cheatin' When tears come down like falling rain You gonna toss around, you gonna call my name You gonna walk the floor just the way I do (You walk the floor the way I do) Your cheatin' heart is gonna tell on you (Your cheatin' heart, your cheatin' heart tells on you) |
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Till I became a wanted man,
I never owned a gun, But now they hunt me like a mountain cat, And I'm always, always, always on the run I killed poor Jed Bryant In a bad Laredo fight, Killed him with my bare hands For the girl I loved that night. Jed's brother's out to get me, He's comin' with a gang I'd rather shoot it out, by God, than let 'em see me hang Bullet in my shoulder, Blood runnin' down my vest, Twenty in the posse, And they're never gonna let me rest. Till I became a wanted man, I never owned a gun, But now they hunt me like a mountain cat, And I'm always, always, always on the run Spangles on her red dress Laughter in her voice, When he tried to put his hands on her My heart left me no choice. But was she really worth it? I guess I'll never know, She'll be drinkin' someone else's rye when I'm six feet below. Bullet in my shoulder, Blood runnin' down my vest, Twenty in the posse, And they're never gonna let me rest. Till I became a wanted man, I never owned a gun, But now they hunt me like a mountain cat, And I'm always, always, always on the run. |
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See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground Lonely but free I'll be found Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds Cares of the past are behind Nowhere to go but I'll find Just where the trail will wind Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds I know when night has gone That a new world's born at dawn I'll keep rolling along Deep in my heart is a song Here on the range I belong Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds Drifting, on and on Moving, on and on Wandering, on and on |
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O.K. Corral O.K. Corral
There the outlaw band make their final stand O.K. Corral Oh my dearest one must die Lay down my gun or take the chance of losing you forever Duty calls My backs against the wall Have you no kind word to say Before I ride away Away Your love your love I need Your love Keep the flame let it burn Until I return From the gunfight at O.K. Corral If the lord is my friend We'll meet at the end Of the gunfight at O.K. Corral Gunfight at O.K. Corral Boot hill Boot hill So cold so still There they lay side by side The killers that died In the gunfight at O.K. Corral O.K. Corral Gunfight at O.K. Corral |
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-Artist: Frankie Laine as sung on "Frankie Laine's Greatest Hits" -Columbia CS 8636 -peak Billboard position 4 in 1947 -Words and Music by Carroll Loveday and Helmy Kresa To spend one night with you In our old rendezvous And reminisce with you That's my desire To meet where gypsies play Down in that dim caf?br> And dance till break of day That's my desire We'll sip a little glass of wine And I'll gaze into your eyes divine I'll feel the touch of your lips Pressing on mine To hear you whisper low Just when it's time to go "Cheri, I love you so" "You're my desire" To hear you whisper low Just when it's time to go "Cheri, I love you so" "You're my desire" You're my desire |
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For he rode a blazing saddle
He wore a shining star He conquered fear and he conquered hate and he turned dark night into day for He rode a blazing saddle a torch to light the way When bad men come he's a man with a gun and Bart was his name yes Bart was his name He ode a blazing saddle a torch to light the way |
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All day I've faced the barren waste,
Without the taste of water: Cool water. (Water.) Old Dan and I, with throats burned dry, An' souls that cry for water: (Water.) Cool, (Water.) Clear, (Water.) Water. (Water.)Keep a-movin, Dan, Don't you listen to him, Dan, He's the devil, not a man: Spreads the burning sand with water. (Water.) Dan, can you see that big, green tree, (Water.) Where the water's runnin' free? (Water.) It's waitin' there for me and you? (Water.)The nights are cool, I'm a fool. Each star's a pool of water. Cool water. (Water.) But with the dawn I'll wake and yawn, And carry on to water. (Water.) Water, (Water.) Water, (Water.) Water, (Water.)Keep a-movin, Dan, Don't you listen to him, Dan, He's the devil, not a man: Spreads the burning sand with water. (Water.) Dan, can you see that big, green tree, (Water.) Where the water's runnin' free? (Water.) Waitin' there for me and you?Cool, (Water.) Clear, (Water.) Water. (Water.)Cool, (Water.) Clear, (Water.) Water. (Cool, clear, water.) |
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Born in the heat of the desert
My mother died givin' me life Deprived of the love of a father Blamed for the loss of his wife You know, Lord, I've been in a prison For something that I've never done It's been one hill after another But I've climbed them all, one by one But this time, Lord, you gave me a mountain A mountain I may never climb And is isn't a hill any longer You gave me a mountain this time My woman tired of the hardships Tired of the grief and the strife So tired of workin' for nothin' Tired of bein' my wife She took my one ray of sunshine She took my pride and my joy She took my reason for livin' She took my small baby boy So this time, Lord, you gave me a mountain A mountain I may never climb And is isn't a hill any longer You gave me a mountain this time |
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