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| 3:39 | 
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These are difficult times these are difficult times
Lord please give me a sign for these are difficult times REMEMBER THE GOOD TIMES (Willie Nelson) a © '71 Full Nelson Music A≫ Remember the good times they're smaller in number and easier to recall Don't spend too much time on the bad times Their staggering number will be heavy as lead on your mind Don't waste a moment unhappy invaluable moments gone with the leakage of time As we leave on our own separate journeys Moving west with the sun to a place buried deep within our minds And remember the good times... ( dobro ) Remember the good times... |
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| 2. |
| 2:21 |
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Never think evil thoughts of anyone
It's just as wrong to think as to say For a thought is but a word that's unspoken In God's eyes He sees it this way Lend a hand if you can to a stranger Never worry if he can't repay For in time you'll be repaid ten times over In God's eyes He sees it this way In God's eyes we're like sheep in a meadow Now and then a lamb goes astray But open arms should await it's returning In God's eyes He sees it this way In God's eyes we're like sheep in a meadow Now and then a lamb goes astray But open arms should await it's returning In God's eyes He sees it this way |
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| 3. |
| 3:12 |
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There's a family Bible on the table each page is torn and hard to read
But the family Bible on the table will ever be my key to memories At the end of day when work was over and when the evening meal was done Dad would read to us from the family Bible And we'd count our many blessings one by one I can see us sittin' round the table when from the family Bible dad would read I can hear my mother softly singing rock of ages rock of ages cleft for me Now this old world of ours is full of trouble this old world would also better be If we'd find more Bibles on the tables and mothers singing rock of ages cleft for me I can see us sittin' round the table... Rock of ages rock of ages cleft for me |
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| 3:03 |
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I passed a home the other day
The yard was filled with kids at play And on the sidewalk of this home A little boy stood all alone His smiling face was sweet and kind But I could see the boy was blind He listened to the children play I bowed my head and there I prayed Dear Lord above why must this be And then these words came down to me After all you're just a man And it's not for you to understand It's not for you to reason why You too are blind without my eyes So question not what I command 'Cause it's not for you to understand Now when I pray my prayer is one I pray his will not mine be done After all I'm just a man And it's not for me to understand |
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| 3:14 |
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These are difficult times these are difficult times
Lord please give me a sign for these are difficult times REMEMBER THE GOOD TIMES (Willie Nelson) a © '71 Full Nelson Music A≫ Remember the good times they're smaller in number and easier to recall Don't spend too much time on the bad times Their staggering number will be heavy as lead on your mind Don't waste a moment unhappy invaluable moments gone with the leakage of time As we leave on our own separate journeys Moving west with the sun to a place buried deep within our minds And remember the good times... ( dobro ) Remember the good times... |
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| 2:05 |
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A short time I have to be with you my love
But a short time is better than no time you see So I bring to you all my possessions And would that you'd share them with me I bring you one springtime of robins One springtime of robins to sing And I bring you one summer of roses One summer of roses I bring I bring you one autumn dry leaves dry Leaves will be helpful you know To soften the fall of your snowflakes When I bring you your winter of snow |
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| 2:17 |
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This looks like a December day.
This looks like a "time to remember" day. And I remember the spring, such a sweet tender thing. And love's summer college, Where the green leaves of knowledge, Were waiting to fall with the fall. And where September wine, Numbed the measure of time. Through the tears of October, now November's over, And this looks like a December day. This looks like a December day. It looks like we've come to the end of the way. And as my memories race back to love's eager beginning, Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending: The ending that won't go away. And as my memories race back to love's eager beginning, Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending: The ending that won't go away. And this looks like a December day. |
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| 3:13 |
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Miracles appear
In the strangest of places Fancy meeting you here The last time I saw you Was just out of Houston Sit down let me buy you a beer Your presence is welcome With me and my friend here This is a hangout of mine We come here quite often And listen to music Partaking of yesterday's wine Yesterday's wine I'm yesterday's wine Aging with time Like yesterday's wine Yesterday's wine We're yesterday's wine Aging with time Like yesterday's wine You give the appearance Of one widely traveled I'll bet you've seen Things in your time So sit down beside me And tell me your story If you think You'll like yesterday's wine Yesterday's wine We're yesterday's wine Aging with time Like yesterday's wine Yesterday's wine We're yesterday's wine Aging with time Like yesterday's wine |
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| 9. |
| 3:48 |
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It's been rough and rocky travelin',
But I'm finally standin' upright on the ground. After takin' several readings, I'm surprised to find my mind`s still fairly sound. I guess Nashville was the roughest, But I know I said the same about them all. We received our education In the cities of the nation, me and Paul. Almost busted in Laredo, But for reasons that I'd rather not disclose, But if you're stayin' in a motel there and leave, Just don't leave nothin' in your clothes. And at the airport in Milwaukee, They refused to let us board the plane at all, They said we looked suspicious, But I believe they like to pick on me and Paul. I guess Nashville was the roughest, But I know I said the same about them all. We received our education In the cities of the nation, me and Paul. |
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| 10. |
| 3:06 |
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The closer I get to my home Lord the more I want to be there
There'll be a gatherin' of loved ones and friends Lord you know I want to be there There'll be a mixture of teardrops and flowers crying and talking for hours Bout how wild that I was and if I'd listened to them I wouldn't be there Well there's old Charlie Toll they threw away the mold when they made him And Jimmy McCline it looks like the wine's finally laid him And Billie McRae that I could any day in a card game And Bessie McNeal but her tears are real I can see pain There's a mixture of teardrops... Lord thanks for ride I got a feeling inside that I know you And if you see your way you're welcome to stay 'cause I'm gonna need you There's be a mixture of teardrops.... |
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