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"Dixie On My Mind"
It rained all night in Frisco and my sleeping bag got soaked I woke up this morning, I was cold and wet and broke I lit up my last cigarette at the California line But I got Dixie on my mind I flagged down a semi going into Denver town It was snowing in them Rockies and he had to shut her down And them Colorado Rocky Mountains sure are lookin' fine But I got Dixie on my mind Well, I got me a ride through Texas on a flat bed diesel truck He said, "Where are you going?", I said "It don't matter much" Just drop me anywhere below that Mason Dixon line 'Cause I got Dixie on my mind I love that sippin' whiskey, Carolina Mountain Dew And them Alabama hotcakes and that Georgia burnin' stew I'm crazy about magnolia trees and honeysuckle vines And I got Dixie on my mind Just drop me anywhere below that Mason Dixon line 'Cause I got Dixie on my mind I got Dixie on my mind |
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| 10:56 |
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"Saddle Tramp"
Well you pass around the pipe and you all get high Never even stop and wonder why Maybe it's because you wanna die Maybe it's just the way things have to be You stay up late and drink too damn much whiskey You know that sort of thing is kind of risky Maybe it's just because you like to feel frisky Maybe it's just because you like to feel free Saddle Tramp How many people watch you ridin' by Like a thunder cloud that floats Across the Arizona sky And wonder if they're looking At a mighty happy man Or just a lonely breeze that drifts Across the endless desert sand Well it's gettin' kinda cold in Readosa Abilene ain't gettin' any closer One more drink, one more hand of poker ‘Cause a fool and his money's Gonna have to part You're too proud to ever show your sorrow You don't steal and you won't beg or borrow You may be here today but you're gone tomorrow There ain't no strings on your boot heels Or your heart Saddle Tramp How many people watch you ride away Wonder why you never promise To come back some day Maybe thinking you were holding All the pieces in your hand Or are they slippin' through your fingers Like the endless desert sand |
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| 4:39 |
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"Sweet Louisiana"
Well, I thought I'd go out to Tulsa And ride in a rodeo Red beans and rice sure would be nice Back where the Mississippi River flows And it's a long way back to Vicksburg Mississippi River is muddy and wide But it don't seem like much When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side Well, there's a lot of room up in Canada Where a man can catch his breath But the men are bold and the women are cold And you damn near freeze to death And it's a long way back to Vicksburg Mississippi River is muddy and wide But it don't seem like much When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side There's pretty girls in Kansas City And a man can have a ball But the women in Ouachita Parish Drive a young man up the wall And it's a long way back to Vicksburg Mississippi River is muddy and wide But it don't seem like much When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side Well, I thought I'd go out to Tulsa And ride in a rodeo Red beans and rice sure would be nice Back where the Mississippi River flows And it's a long way back to Vicksburg Mississippi River is muddy and wide But it don't seem like much When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side 'Cause it don't seem like much When sweet Louisiana's waitin' on the other side |
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I woke up on a cement floor this mornin',
My head felt like somebody been walkin' on it, Don't know how I got here, Don't remember nothin' at all, but if I done all the things that they say I did, well I sure musta had a ball 'Cause in 30 more days I'm goin' back home, to see that gal of mine, but the Wichita Jail is a long long way from the Tupelo County line, I gotta do my time Well I ain't got a cent of the money I had I spent it Shirts tore, my shoes got a big hole in it, There's a king size knot on the side of my head and I got one big black eye But brother if you think I look bad, you oughtta see that other guy 'Cause in 30 more days I'm goin' back home, to see that gal of mine, but the Wichita Jail is a long long way from the Tupelo County line, I gotta do my time Well this nine pound hammer feels like it weighs a ton makin lil ones outta big ones in this red hot Kansas sun I just hope I can make it 30 more days and get out of this mess I'm in, and if I ever get back to Mississippi I ain't ever gonna leave again 'Cause in 30 more days I'm goin' back home, to see that gal of mine, but the Wichita Jail is a long long way from the Tupelo County line, I gotta do my time I gotta do my time I gotta do my time I gotta do my time |
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| 4:44 |
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Cumberland Mountain Number Nine
Baby don't ya cry 'cause momma's coming home Poppa goin' bring you back some chitlins and some corn Last frost done took its loss right down to the bone We're lucky we still got room to roam Goin' there to here is almost at a halt Don't you go off blaming God, you know it ain't his fault One time when life was fine someone found the wine Cumberland Mountain Number Nine That still was the best damn still they ever did make Wouldn't stand for nothing less, stand for no mistake Last Fall we made a haul and filled the limestone mine Cumberland Mountain Number Nine Chorus Winter come a change Spring bring the rain We weren't meant to stay the same One thing for sure We done found the cure, Cumberland Mountain Number Nine Black coal from the strip mine way up north at Jellico Kept the brew running smooth along the Thunder Road Way back down in Bear Tree Gap the devil's juice flowed fine Cumberland Mountain Number Nine The FB- and the TV- I had followed us for years Eventually they got the scent and nabbed us by the hair Man said son I'll blow up everything between your ears You got to face bout 20 years. Chorus Winter come a change Spring bring the rain We weren't meant to stay the same And now from this cell I've a story to tell.... Cumberland Mountain Number Nine Cumberland Mountain Number Nine |
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| 6:07 |
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"It's My Life"
It's my life, God was the one to give it And I ain't gonna let nobody tell me how to live it It's my song, right or wrong You can tag along or you can stay behind They're my troubles Don't you let them worry you none 'Cause when I signed on to be a man I, I knew I was gonna have some Like I say, go or stay either way You ain't gonna change my life You ain't gonna change my life When I'm low down and I'm lazy And I'm ragged but I'm real And I ain't never been nobody's pride and joy Yeah, and you can take a boy out of the country But you can't take the country out of the boy Well, it's my troubles Now don't you let them worry you none 'Cause I signed on to be a man I figured I was gonna have some Like I say, go or stay either way You ain't gonna change my life You ain't gonna change my life It's my song, right or wrong You ain't gonna change my life I said, it's my life You ain't gonna change my life, oh no |
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| 5:36 |
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"Sweetwater Texas"
When I was a young man in Sweetwater Texas Just one thing stayed on my mind To ride a white horse over Durango Mountain And leave Sweetwater Texas behind Well I turned twenty-one there in Sweetwater Texas And just one thing made me stay there I wanted to leave but I was in love with the girl with the chestnut brown hair Then there came a time when she said she be mine And go any place anytime So we rode a gray dog over Durango Mountain And left Sweetwater Texas behind It was thunderin' and lightin' when we left Nolan County And the bus rolled along through the night And ole thirty-six was a magic black demon leading towards the cities bright lights It was ten in the mornin' when we rolled in to Houston Our hopes were as high as the sky But hopes turned to weeks, then to years, and then forever I never knew how fast time goes by And there was cowboys sellin' cars and country girls in bars Somehow it just don't seem fair And I wanted to die 'cause I knew I was losin' The girl with the chestnut brown hair So many times I said I would rather be dead than to take "downs" to go to bed and "ups" to clear my head And if the good Lord see the way to let me live one more day I'm so tired of being alone Gonna ride a white horse over Durango Mountain And make Sweetwater Texas my home |
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