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What a beautiful thought I am thinking
Concerning a great speckled bird Remember her name is recorded On the pages of God's Holy Word. All the other birds are flocking 'round her And she is despised by the squad But the great speckled bird in the Bible Is one with the great church of God. All the other churches are against her They envy her glory and fame They hate her because she is chosen And has not denied Jesus' name. Desiring to lower her standard They watch every move that she makes They long to find fault with her teachings But really they find no mistake. She is spreading her wings for a journey She's going to leave by and by When the trumpet shall sound in the morning She'll rise and go up in the sky. In the presence of all her despisers With a song never uttered before She will rise and be gone in a moment Till the great tribulation is o'er. I am glad I have learned of her meekness I am proud that my name is on her book For I want to be one never fearing The face of my Savior to look. When He cometh descending from heaven On the cloud that He writes in His Word I'll be joyfully carried to meet Him On the wings of that great speckled bird. |
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| 2:50 |
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My baby loved to hear this guitar blue
My baby loved to hear this guitar blue But now she's gone I'm lonesome lonesome to (play that thing boy) Evertime you make that lonesome sound Evertime you make that lonesome sound I wish to the lord I was six feet under the ground (Make it cry boy) Everythime you slide that guitar string Everythime you slide that guitar string It breaks my heart cause sure don't sound the same (Go way up on the neck of it now boy Thats the way make it cry) Thought I heard that steel guitar a crying Thought I heard that steel guitar a crying My mind goes back to the day my girl was dying (Play that boy Play that old base too, red) |
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| 2:36 | 
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| 2:47 |
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You left me baby a year ago
But I still love you, I'm mourning low Lord I'm blue and so down hearted That lonesome old river's my home I bought you diamonds, fine clothes to wear Spent all of my money but you don't care Lord I'm blue and so down hearted That lonesome old river's my home It's stormy weather, the sun won't shine If you don't love me stay out of my mind Lord I'm blue and so down hearted That lonesome old river's my home It makes no difference where I may roam I'll always love you, honey, come back home Lord I'm blue and so down hearted That lonesome old river's my home Going down to the river, honey don't you weep Going to drown my troubles where it's cold and deep Lord I'm blue and so down hearted That lonesome old river's my home |
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| 2:43 |
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| 2:59 |
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| 2:45 |
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Who did you say it was brother?
Who was it fell by the way? When whiskey and blood run together Did you hear anyone pray? CHORUS I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother I didn't hear nobody pray I heard the crash on the highway But, I didn't hear nobody pray. When I heard the crash on the highway I knew what it was from the start I went to the scene of destruction And a picture was stamped on my heart. There was whiskey and blood all together Mixed with glass where they lay Death played her hand in destruction But I didn't hear nobody pray. I wish I could change this sad story That I am now telling you But there is no way I can change it For somebody's life is now through. Their soul has been called by the Master They died in a crash on the way And I heard the groans of the dying But, I didn't hear nobody pray. CHORUS |
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| 2:32 |
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Here she comes look at her roll there she goes eatin' that coal
Watch her fly huggin' the rails let her by by by it's the fireball mail [ mandolin ] Let her go look at her steam hear her blow whistle and scream Like a hound waggin' his tail Dallas bound bound boud it's the fireball mail [ dobro ] Engineer makin' up time tracks are clear look at her climb See that freight clearin' the rail bet she's late late late it's the fireball mail [ mandolin ] Watch her swerve look at her sway get that curve out of the way Watch her fly look at her sail let her by by by it's the fireball mail Here she comes look at her roll there she goes eatin' that coal Watch her fly huggin' the rails let her by by by the fireball mail |
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| 2:48 |
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Take that Night Train To Memphis
Take that Night Train To Memphis And when you arrive at the station I'll be right there to meet you I'll be right there to greet you So don't turn down my invitation. CHORUS Halle-lu-jah! [Halle-lu-jah!] Halle-lu-jah! [Halle-lu-jah!] We'll be shoutin' hallelu-jah all the day Oh we'll have a jubilee Down in Memphis, Tennessee And we'll shout halle-lu-jah all the way. Take that Night Train To Memphis Take that Night Train To Memphis You know how I'm longin' to see you Leave at three-fifty-seven; arrive at eleven And I'll be shoutin' "Halle-lu-jah!" CHORUS Take that Night Train To Memphis Take that Night Train To Memphis Tell that engineer to pull the throttle open Keep that engine stack a-smokin', I'm not kiddin', I'm not jokin' I'll soon be with my girl, I'm hopin'. CHORUS |
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| 2:46 |
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| 11. |
| 2:25 |
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| 12. |
| 2:38 |
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| 13. |
| 3:03 |
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I was born in dixie in a boomer? shack,
Just a little old shanty by a railroad track, The humminof the drivers was my lullaby, And a freight train whistle taught me how to cry. Chorus: I?e got the freight train blues, lordy, lordy, lordy, Got ??m in the bottom of my ramblin shoes, And when that whistle blows, I?e gotta go, oh! lordy! guess I? never gonna lose, The mean old freight train blues. now my pappy was a fireman and my mammy dear, Was the only daughter of an engineer, My sister married a brakeman and it ain? no joke, Now it? a shame the way she keeps a good man broke. Chorus: I?e got the freight train blues, lordy, lordy, lordy, Got ??m in the bottom of my ramblin shoes, And when the whistle blows, I?e gotta go, oh! lordy! guess I? never gonna lose, The mean old freight train blues. |
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| 2:34 |
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Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the rush of the mighty engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannnonball Now the western states are dandies, so the southern people say From Chicago and St. Louis and Peoria by the way To the lake of Minnesota, where the rippling waters flow No chances to be taken on the Wabash Cannonball Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland, o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the rush of the mighty engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball She pulled in to the station one cold December day As she rolled up to the platform, you could hear all the people say "Now there's a gal from Birmingham, she's long and she's tall She came down from Georgia on the Wabash Cannonball" Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland, o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the rush of the mighty engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball Now here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand And always be remembered in the courts of all the land His earthly race is over and as the curtain falls We'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball Wabash Cannonball Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland, o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the rush of the mighty engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball |
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| 3:10 |
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In the evening, in the shadows,
I'll be waiting, in Louisi- an - a, And when I hear your sweet voice, I'll rejoice, I'll be happy, And saving my kisses for you. Jole Blon, Cajun Angel, Let me tell you how I love you, In the springtime you promised, That we would be married, And I'm waiting, still waiting for you. Oh - - ho - - ho, ah - - ha - - ha. When your hair turns to silver, I'll still call you, Delta Flower, Pretty Blond I still love you, I love you I promise, And I'm patiently waiting for you. Oh - - ho - - ho, ah - - ha - - ha. |
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| 2:40 |
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| 2:35 |
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You were there in my arms alone in the moonlight
The trees played the waltz of the wind It was there that I knew I'd love you forever As we danced to the waltz of the wind The stars up above you looked down in your eyes And told me the night would never end Now I'm dreaming of you till we meet tomorrow And dance to the waltz of the wind [ harmonica - fiddle ] The stars up above you... |
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| 2:39 |
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| 19. |
| 2:51 |
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I was dancing with my darling to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see I introduced him to my loved one and while they were dancing My friend stole my sweetheart from me I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz Only you know how much I have lost Yes, I lost my little darling the night they were playing That beautiful Tennessee Waltz I was dancing with my darling to the Tennessee Waltz When an old friend I happened to see I introduced him to my loved one and while they were dancing My friend stole my sweetheart from me I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz Only you know how much I have lost Yes, I lost my little darling the night they were playing That beautiful Tennessee Waltz |
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| 2:51 |
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