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| 2:38 | ||||
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| 3:29 | ||||
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| 2:47 | ||||
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| 3:04 | ||||
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| 2:57 | ||||
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| 3:44 | ||||
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| 2:51 | ||||
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| 2:59 | ||||
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| 2:47 | ||||
I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when, I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone.. When I was just a baby my mama told me "Son, Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns." But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry.. I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars. Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free But those people keep a movin' And that's what tortures me... Well if they freed me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away... |
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| 2:19 | ||||
Well I saw you with another
It made me lose my mind Shot you with my '38 And now I'm doin' time And you put me here You put me here Well there's no way to doubt There ain't no two ways about it As sure as your name's Kate You put me here I've been tryin' to tell 'em That I didn't do no wrong Only gave you what you been Deservin' all along And you put me here You put me here There ain't no use denyin' You done it with your lyin' As sure as your name's Kate You put me here Well the jury found me guilty They wouldn't hear my plea I listened as that judge said Murder in the first degree And you put me here You put me here Well there ain't no need to doubt There ain't no two ways about it As sure as your name's Kate You put me here Now the warden and the preacher They're lettin' me go slow It won't be long until I'm gone Just thirteen steps to go And you put me here You put me here There's just one way to figure Your cheatin' pulled the trigger As sure as your name's Kate You put me here Well there ain't no need to doubt There ain't no two ways about it As sure as your name's Kate You put me here Kate, you just plain bad, you know that... |
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| 3:45 | ||||
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| 2:24 | ||||
I remember when I was a lad,
times were hard and things were bad. But there's a silver lining behind every cloud. Just poor people, that's all we were. Trying to make a living out of black land dirt. We'd get together in a family circle singing loud. Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor. Me and little brother would join right in there. Singing seems to help a troubled soul. One of these days and it won't be long. I'll rejoin them in a song. I'm gonna join the family circle at the Throne. No, the circle won't be broken. By and by, Lord, by and by. Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor. Me and little brother would join right in there. In the sky, Lord, in the sky. Now I remember after work, Mama would call in all of us. You could hear us singing for a country mile. Now little brother has done gone on. But, I'll rejoin him in a song. We'll be together again up yonder in a little while. Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor. Me and little brother would join right in there. Cause singing seems to help a troubled soul. One of these days and it won't be long, I'll rejoin them in a song. I'm gonna join the family circle at the Throne. Oh, no the circle won't be broken. By and by, Lord, by and by. Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor. Me and little brother would join right in there. In the sky, Lord, in the sky. In the sky, Lord, in the sky. |
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| 2:21 | ||||
The claim we hold is as good as gold, bonanza
Hand in hand we built this land, the Ponderosa Ranch Our birthright is this Cartwright bonanza We here belong, and standing strong, wrong ain't got a chance . Day by day, work or play, ready side by side Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open wide Bound to be a fightin' free bonanza, Singing pines of boundary lines for the Ponderosa Ranch. [ guitar ] Every tree and flower is part of our bonanza The stars at night, the morning light, water in the branch We ride along four men strong together Every plain and ridge is our heritage: Ponderosa Ranch Day by day, work or play, ready side by side. Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open wide. Bound to be a fightin' free bonanza, Singing pines of boundary lines for the Ponderosa Ranch. |
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| 2:34 | ||||
When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in my cradle
In them old cottonfields back home When I was a little bitty baby... Now when them cotton bolls get rotten you can't pick very much cotton In them old cottonfields back home It was down in Louisiana just about a mile from Texarkana In them old cottonfields back home [ guitar ] When I was a little bitty baby... When I was a little bitty baby... In them old cottonfields back home in them old cottonfields back home |
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| 1:49 | ||||
My mama always taught me that good things come from adversity if we put our faith in the Lord.
We couldn't see much good in the flood waters when they were causing us to have to leave home, But when the water went down, we found that it had washed a load of rich black bottom dirt across our land. The following year we had the best cotton crop we'd ever had. I remember hearing: 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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| 2:54 | ||||
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| 2:35 | ||||
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| 4:10 | ||||
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| 2:22 | ||||