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| 3:01 | 
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I'm tired of this dirty old city.
Entirely too much work and never enough play. And I'm tired of these dirty old sidewalks. Think I'll walk off my steady job today. Turn me loose, set me free, somewhere in the middle of Montanna. And gimme all I got comin' to me, And keep your retirement and your so called social security. Big City turn me loose and set me free. Been working everyday since I was twenty. Haven't got a thing to show for anything I've done. There's folks who never work and they've got plenty. Think it's time some guys like me had some fun. Turn me loose, set me free, somewhere in the middle of Montanna. And gimme all I got comin' to me, And keep your retirement and your so called social security. Big City turn me loose and set me free. |
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| 2. |
| 3:05 |
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The first time we met is a favorite mem'ry of mine.
They say time changes all it pertains to But your memory is stronger than time. I guess everything does change except what you choose to recall. There's a million good daydreams to dream on But, baby, you are My Favorite Mem'ry of all. Like the night we made love in the hallway, Slept all night long on the floor. Like the winter we spent at Lake Shasta alone, and closer than ever before. And I remember that London vacation. It was you who made the whole thing a ball. There's a million good-times I could dwell on, But, baby, you are My Favorite Mem'ry of all. My Favorite Memory |
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| 3. |
| 2:36 |
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Well I'm longing to ride on a freight train Put a slouch hat down low on my ears
I'm yearning to leave this old town On the flight and loose all my troubles and cares In this day of airplanes and highways Hey the slow way is sometimes the best I'm longing to ride on a freight train And be a good old American guest Yes I want to live on the land that I've loved and I've labored for And spend a few days headed west I'm longing to ride on a freight train And be a good old American guest Well the pressures of life they got to me And they got down and deep in my soul I'm tired of the rat-race want to go back to the slow pace And hear a fast train rattle and roll I want to live out my days like a hobo And take myself that long-needed rest Hey, hey I'm longing to ride on a freight train And be a good old American guest Yes I want to live on the land that I've loved and I've labored for And spend a few days headed west I'm longing to ride on a freight train And be a good old American guest Oh, yes I'm longing to ride on a freight train And be a good old American guest |
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| 2:30 |
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When you first left me baby
I thought I would surely lose my mind Everyday of life was just another day gone by Well you really had me down in a deep depression I wanted real bad just to crawl off and die But now I think I'm gonna live forever Hey dyin' ain't on my list of things to do I think I'm gonna live forever Hey it feels so good Just to be out of love with you Hey, babe, you left me hanging Just trying to aggravate me all the way And you got it done just the way you always do But all you really did was aggravate me Cause I got my health and I got over you And now I think I'm gonna live forever Hey dyin' ain't on my list of things to do I think I'm gonna live forever Hey it feels so good Just to be out of love with you |
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| 5. |
| 2:32 |
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Sometimes songs are done by singers that don't mean them
And at times I've done the same and couldn't sing them At times I've written songs about some things I didn't do But these are my words and mine alone these words are true I've written words in many ways to make them rhyme And at times I've stolen notes that wadn't mine Sometimes I changed my style all around to make it new These are my words and this is my way and it's for you Cause I love you with all of my heart my soul and my mind These are my words those notes are mine this song is mine Cause I love you honey with all of my heart my soul and my mind These words are mine those notes are mine this song is mine |
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| 6. |
| 3:18 |
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Hey stop the world and let me off
I'm tired of going round and round I've played the game of love and lost Hey, stop the world and let me off My dreams are shattered don't you see Cause you no longer care for me I miss the wonder of your kiss Why did you leave me here like this Hey stop the world and let me off... My dreams are shattered can't you see Cause you no longer care for me I miss the wonder of your kiss How come you left me here like this Hey stop the world and let me off... |
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| 4:13 |
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I wish a buck was still silver and it was back when the country was strong.
Back before Elvis and before the Vietnam war came along. Before the Beatles and yesterday when a man could still work and still would. Is the best of the free life behind us now and are the good times really over for good ? Are we rollin' downhill like a snowball headed for hell? With no kind of chance for the flag or the liberty bell? I wish a Ford or a Chevy would still last ten years like they should. Is the best of the free life behind us now and are the good times really over for good? I wish Coke was still cola and a joint was a bad place to be. It was back before Nixon lied to us all on TV. Before Microwave ovens when a girl could still cook, and still would. Is the best of the free life behind us now and are the good times really over for good ? Are we rollin' downhill like a snowball headed for hell? With no kind of chance for the flag or the liberty bell? I wish a Ford or a Chevy would still last ten years like they should. Is the best of the free life behind us now and are the good times really over for good? Stop rollin' downhill like a snowball headed for hell. Standup for the flag, and let's all ring the liberty bell. Let's make a Ford and a Chevy that'll still last ten years like they should... The best of the free life is still yet to come and the good times ain't really |
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| 2:18 |
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I get this going fever everytime I hear a tune
That talks about South Texas where the cactus is in bloom I feel I oughta be there every evening after dark To hear the fiddler fiddlin' around a tune called Old Joe Clark We played that show in Tulsa then it was Ft Worth bound We headed south on 35 to that South Texas town It's a different world and a lot of fun if you like that country sound You can find yourself a partner when they boil that cabbage down If you're ever down in Texas and feeling all alone There's a lot of kicker places just south of San Antone Ain't nothin' fancy mind ya just a place where good folks go You can hear the bootheels start to click when they play the Cotton Eyed Joe |
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| 9. |
| 3:15 |
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> You always find the way to hurt my pride
If I'm not crying you're not satisfied And I don't know why you wanna hurt me so If you're tryin' to break my heart You don't have very far to go You don't have very far to go Before the heartache begins I already feel the sadness Of a heartbreak settin' in I don't know why you wanna hurt me so If you're tryin' to break my heart You don't have very far to go You don't have very far to go Before the heartache begins I already feel the sadness Of a heartbreak settin' in You're turnin' down The flame of love too low And if you're tryin' to break my heart You don't have very far to go |
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| 10. |
| 3:31 |
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I've had good luck, and bad luck
And no luck, it's true But I always get lucky with you I've been turned on, and turned down When the bars close at two But I always get lucky with you I've had two strikes against me Most all of the time And when it's down to just a phone call I'm minus a dime I've had good days, and bad days But when the day is through I always get lucky with you Oh, I always get lucky with you |
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| 4:16 | 
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| 12. |
| 4:43 |
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I pulled into Memphis thirteen minutes early first time in two weeks
There's where she came to meet me as I stepped down off of 51 and needed sleep And the baby's overdue I know you need some things But the more that we discuss it it's the same Long train rolling got a feeling and I'm knowing she's not waiting for me These rails keep getting longer and this feeling's getting stronger she won't let me be I love my woman fire and rain but I won't give up my train Baby came in April while I was in Chicago in the pouring rain Black car and rusty tanker three boxcars and an empty sack of mail And though I get lonely sometimes I know there's just no other way to explain Long train rolling Long train rolling |
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