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| 2:11 | ||||
The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing, And a young un's dream of growing up to ride; On a freight train leaving town, Not knowing where I'm bound, No-one could change my mind but Mama tried. One and only rebel child, From a family, meek and mild: My Mama seemed to know what lay in store. Despite all my Sunday learning, Towards the bad, I kept on turning. 'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore. And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole. No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried. Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied. That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried. Instrumental break. Dear old Daddy, rest his soul, Left my Mom a heavy load; She tried so very hard to fill his shoes. Working hours without rest, Wanted me to have the best. She tried to raise me right but I refused. And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole. No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried. Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied. That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried. |
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2. |
| 2:49 | ||||
The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say good-bye like all the rest And I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell 'Let my guitar playing friend do my request.' (Let him...) Sing me back home with a song I used to hear Make my old memories come alive Take me away and turn back the years Sing Me Back Home before I die I recall last Sunday morning a choir from 'cross the street Came to sing a few old gospel songs And I heard him tell the singers 'There's a song my mama sang. Can I hear once before we move along?' Sing me back home, the song my mama sang Make my old memories come alive Take me away and turn back the years Sing Me Back Home before I die Sing Me Back Home before I die |
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3. |
| 3:14 | ||||
The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train
There to meet me is my mama and papa Down the lane I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherry It's good to touch the green green grass of home The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry There's the old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherry It's so good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me arms outreached smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home Then I awake and look around me at the four gray walls that surround me And I realized that I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak And again I'll touch the green green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree And they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home |
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4. |
| 3:07 | ||||
That old white haired judge in Dallas
Didn't pay my story no mind They're takin' me down to Huntsville I'm bringin' in a load of time They caught me on a caper that I planned for days And proved everything I done I'm on my way to Huntsville But I'm looking for a chance to run My hands don't fit no choppin' pile And cotton was never my beg They better keep both eyes on me Or they're gonna lose old Hag Hey there ain't so far to Mexico There I can find my way They're takin' me down to Huntsville But I'm not gonna stay They got me chain and leg irons I guess they got a good excuse They know I'm gonna run the first chance I get cause they never gonna cut me loose And I don't care if they shoot me down I'll never be free again I've got two long life turns to do Both runnin' in the end Hey there ain't so far to Mexico There I can find my way They're takin' me down to Huntsville But I'm not gonna stay |
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5. |
| 2:31 | ||||
Deep inside this lonely prison where the pleasures are so few;
Where the walls are strong and the days are long and there's nothin' new. I learned to play the guitar. I'm doin' the best I can. I guess things could be worse 'cause I made the prison band. I made the prison band. Well there's ol' bashful Bill on the doghouse bass, Willie on the steel guitar. He hails from Pocatello and He drags a pretty mean bar. Back on the drums is two-time Tom, a rimshot tempo man. They call me their singin' Emcee 'cause I made the prison band. Yes I made the prison band. I'd been plannin' a break since Christmas. I had the details all worked out. But now I know that I ain't gonna go and there ain't no doubt. I had my try-out Sunday and the outcome changed my plans. I gotta rehearse for the Friday night show 'cause I made the prison band. I made the prison band. Well there's Ol' bashful Bill on the doghouse bass, Willie on the steel guitar. He hails from Pocatello and He drags a pretty mean bar. Back on the drums is two-time Tom, a rim shot tempo man. They call me their singin' Emcee 'cause I made the prison band. Yes I made the prison band. |
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6. |
| 2:47 | ||||
I hear that train a comin', it's comin' 'round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm locked in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on And I hear that train 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 lonesome whistle I hang my head and I cry I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars Well, I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free But I hear that train a-rollin' and that's what tortures me Well, if they freed me from this prison and that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it over a little farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison that's where I long to be And let that train keep rollin' and roll my blues away |
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7. |
| 2:55 | ||||
Down every road there's always one more city
I'm on the run, the highway is my home I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days While Mama used to pray my crops would fail I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways, Outrun the law or spend my life in jail I'd like to settle down but they won't let me A fugitive must be a rolling stone Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run, the highway is my home I'm lonely but I can't afford the luxury Of having one I love to come along She'd only slow me down and they'd catch up with me For he who travels fastest goes alone I'd like to settle down but they won't let me A fugitive must be a rolling stone Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run, the highway is my home I'm on the run, the highway is my home |
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8. |
| 3:01 | ||||
LIFE IN PRISON
(Merle Haggard) ??????짬 ??????© '64 Owen Publications, BMI ??????쨩 The jury found the verdict first degree They swore I planned her death to be I prayed they sentence me to die But they wanted me to live and I know why So I do life in prison for the wrongs I've done And I pray every night for death to come My life will be a burden every day If I could die my pain might go away Insane with rage I took my darling's life Because I loved her more than life My dreams for her will last a long long time But I'd rather die than live to lose my mind But I've got life in prison... If I could die my pain might go away |
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9. |
| 2:51 | ||||
Just outside these prison walls a hanging tree is waiting
Tomorrow I'll meet darkness as death will say hello Darling put you lips to mine and tell me that you love Hold me close again before you go [Chorus] T Will you visit me on Sundays, Will you bring me pretty flowers Will your big blue eyes be misty, will you brush brush away a tear A grave is filled with silence, but if a sleeping man could hear Darling, will I hear your footsteps up there. Promise me that time won't separate me from your memory That you will still remember me in days of silver hair If not for you I know I'd lose my life before the morning Hold me close and tell me that you care [Chorus] |
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10. |
| 3:06 | ||||
I'd like to hold my head up and be proud of who I am
But they won't let my secret go untold I paid the debt I owed them,but they're still not satisfied Now I'm a branded man out un the cold When they let me out of prison,I held my head up high Determined I would rise above the shame But no matter where I'm living,the black mark follows me I'm branded with a number on my name Repeat verse 1 If I live to be a hundred,I guess I'll never clear my name 'Cause everybody knows I've been in jai No matter where I'm living,I've got to tell them where I've been Or they'll send me back to prison if I fail Repeat verse 1 Now I'm a branded man out un the cold |
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11. |
| 3:05 | ||||