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Here I go again
Back to that feeling
Of no worthy cause
To carry me on
'Cause my hearts been skipping
Like a flat rock on water
And with each ripple
The further I'm gone
Some say I'm sinking
To the muddy bottom
But somehow I'm sailing
To shores of white sand
I feel it raining
And the crosswinds are changing
Blowing my chances
To make it alone
But should you get lonesome
And your child need a mother
Just look for my traces
On shores of white sand
Some say I'm sinking
To the muddy bottom
But somehow I'm sailing
To shores of white sand
Yes, some say I'm sinking
To the muddy bottom
But somehow I'm sailing
To shores of white sand
Some say I'm sinking
To the muddy bottom
But somehow I'm sailing
To shores of white sand
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What happened to your mother's love
What happened to your daddy's pride
I know you always had enough
I know they were right by your side
What happened to that ball of fire
When you got out on that open road
Now nothing but your own desire
Will lighten up that heavy load
Hold on...
I know you didn't plan for this
But that's the way it always starts
Just lookin' for a little kick
Instead you bought a broken heart
And now you have to build a bridge
That only you can walk across
Wear the truth until it fits
Pay the price and bear the loss
Hold on...
Once you were a little kid
Working on a great big plan
You threw away the simple joys
And now you have to take a stand
A battle's raging in your head
You wish you didn't have to fight
Just hold onto my hand instead
Another day goes by tonight
What happened to your mother's love
What happened to your daddy's pride
They're way down deep inside your blood
To help you through this lonely ride
Hold on...
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(Patty Griffin)
Followed your road till the sky ran out
Followed your love till love was in doubt
Followed your love till it never really was at all
Feeling stupid and hollow
Now the moon's gonna' follow me home
Waited for you till the snow fell down
Over my skin like a thin nightgown
Waited for you but you never came around at all
Waited for you till they pulled the plug
Bartender emptied out his big tip jug
They swept all the floors
Vacuumed the rugs and went home
Drank all I could swallow
Now the moon's gonna' follow me home
Time go easy on me tonight
I'm one of the lost sheep alright
Take what you must, take what you must
Let the moon follow me home
Followed your tears with a washing pail
I followed your story I followed your tail
Followed you straight through the
Doors of your jail cell too
Followed your voice in the darkness soft
A wind came through and carried it off
I followed your love till it never really was at all
Drank all I could swallow
Now the moon's gonna' follow me home
Drank all I could swallow
Now the moon's gonna' follow me home
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I was once a broken man
I was once a broken fool
Lost my wife and children
To one basic broken rule
Now I live my life in silence
Though I'm not quite in a shell
I drink and listen to that song
A whiter shade of pale
Oh, a whiter shade of pale
I was a good shade tree mechanic
So I sent myself to school
They smoothed out my rough edges
In my hands they put new tools
The instructor once he told me
I could work on any line
I could tune and make a diesel sing
Just like Patsy Cline
Oh, just like Patsy Cline
Well, I met my wife to be
Through my mother's best friend son
She'd been a barroom singer
She was as good as anyone
But I asked her to stop singing
And the girl she did not flinch
Next day she went and bought that man
A brand new crescent wrench
Oh, a brand new crescent wrench
Well, we had three fine children
As eight years went on by
I learned to supervise a line
My knuckles stayed bone dry
But after supper I kept hearing her
By the kitchen radio
Singing sweet but desperate harmony
A little bit too low
Oh, a little bit too low
She left three months later
I'd just come home for lunch
The note said easy come hard go
But still love you much
She said I don't know if I'll be back
Or if you'll want me if I come
But if and when that happens, dear
You better let my sweet dream run
Oh, let my sweet dream run
I was a good shade tree mechanic
So I sent myself to school
They smoothed out my rough edges
In my hands they put new tools
The instructor once he told me
I could work on any line
But now a diesel ain't the only thing
Can sing like Patsy Cline
Oh, can sing like Patsy Cline
I was once a broken man
I was once a broken fool
Lost my wife and children
To one basic broken rule
Now I live my life in silence
Though I'm not quite in a shell
I drink and listen to that song
A whiter shade of pale
Oh, a whiter shade of pale
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Oh, the night is growing colder,
And the stars have lost their shine.
And I have been forsaken,
By everything I thought was mine.
For in the darkest hour,
When the final story's told,
No matter how bright I glittered, baby,
I could never be gold.
You gave up your finest treasure,
For the one you saw in me.
But how could I know the measure,
Of all you needed me to be.
Though I came with sweet intentions,
More my pockets could not hold.
No matter how bright I glittered, baby,
I could never be gold.
I finally gave up counting,
The ways you said I let you down.
When I fell into that river of no return,
And you watched me drown.
Oh I could sparkle like a diamond,
Have silver line my soul.
But no matter how I glittered, baby,
I could never be gold.
You looked so high and low for heaven,
I tried so hard to show the way.
But though I flew on wings of angels,
My feet were always made of clay.
I could come trailing clouds of glory,
But you saw nothing to behold.
No matter how bright I glittered, baby
I could never be gold.
No matter how bright I glittered, baby,
I could never be gold.
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How she could sing the wildwood flower
The orphan girl he would love so long
In the end he knew she'd been his finest hour
And all he has left of her is a song
He first saw her
Standing by a cabin door
Her song was ringing
Out in a voice so strong and sure
To the lonesome valley
He'd bring her there to be his bride
Where they would live and work together
Side by side
She was his sunshine
She was his moon and morning star
His words would ring true
On the chords of her guitar
But he was driven
And lost to her for days and days
Till the lonesome valley finally drove her far away
How she could sing the wildwood flower
The orphan girl he would love so long
In the end he knew she'd been his finest hour
And all he has left of her is a song
We all cling to
As the years keep rolling on
One single promise
Of a love that's past and gone
And that lonesome valley
We all walk it by ourselves
Where the wildwood flower
Is a story we will tell
How she could sing the wildwood flower
The orphan girl he would love so long
In the end he knew she'd been his finest hour
And all he has left of her is a song
How she could sing the wildwood flower
All we have left of her is a song
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(Tracy Chapman)
Oh my mama told me
'Cause she say she learned the hard way
She say she wanna spare the children
She say don't give or sell your soul away
'Cause all that you have is your soul
Well I was a pretty young girl once
I had dreams I had high hopes
I married a man he stole my heart away
He gave his love but what a high price I paid
All that you have is your soul
So don't be tempted by the shiny apple
Don't you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
'Cause all that you have is your soul
Why was I such a young fool
Making babies was the best I could do
Thought I'd made something that could be mine forever
Found out the hard way one can't possess another
And all that you have is your soul
So don't be tempted by the shiny apple
Don't you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
'Cause all that you have is your soul
I thought, thought that I could find a way
To beat the system
To make a deal and have no debts to pay
I'd take it all, I'd take it all, I'd run away
Me for myself first class and first rate
But all that you have is your soul
So don't be tempted by the shiny apple
Don't you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
'Cause all that you have is your soul
Here I am, I'm waiting for a better day
A second chance
A little luck to come my way
A hope to dream, a hope that I can sleep again
And wake in the world with a clear conscience and clean hands
'Cause all that you have is your soul
So don't be tempted by the shiny apple
Don't you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
'Cause all that you have is your soul
Oh my mama told me
'Cause she say she learned the hard way
She say she wanna spare the children
She say don't give or sell your soul away
'Cause all that you have is your soul
All that you have
All that you have
All that you have
Is your soul
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Don't you believe I loved you long enough
Didn't I try to give you all the right stuff
I hung around when the going got tough
Don't you believe I loved you long enough
Where were you when the world turned black?
All those nights you never answered back
And I just asked you to cut me a little slack
Where were you when the world turned black?
One of these days I'm gonna take that ride
Though there may be nothing on the other side
I'm too old for changing, my true blues have all been tried
One of these days I'm gonna take that ride
You always were the one
Gave me my place out in the sun
Every race that's lost or won
It was thy will be done
Don't you believe it's time to let me go?
The clock is winding down and I'm moving slow
I could keep on dancing but it's just for show
Don't you believe it's time to let me go?
One of these days I'm gonna take that ride
Whatever's waiting on the other side
Had a little glory and I still got my pride
One of these days I'm gonna take that ride
One of these days I'm gonna take that ride
Oh, don't you believe it's time to take that ride
Take that ride
Take that ride
Take that ride
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(Billy Joe Shaver)
I spent a lifetime making up my mind to be
More than the measure of what I thought others could see
Good luck and fast bucks are too far and too few between
Cadillac buyers and old five and dimers like me
Yes she stood beside me letting me know she would be
Something to lean on when everything ran out on me
Fenced yards ain't hole cards and like is not never will be
Reason for rhymers and old five and dimers like me
It's taken me so long but now that I know I believe
All that I do or say all that I ever will be
Too far and too high and too deep ain't too much to be
Too much ain't enough for old five and dimers like me
Too far and too high and too deep ain't too much to be
Too much ain't enough for old five and dimers like me
And an old five and dimer is all I intended to be
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(Merle Haggard)
I'll never swim Ker River again.
It was there that I met her.
It was there that I lost my best friend.
And now I live in the mountains.
I drifted up here with the wind.
And I may drown in still water,
But I'll never swim Kern River again.
I grew up in an oil town,
But my gusher never came in.
And the river was a boundary
Where my darlin' and I use to swim.
One night in the moonlight
The swiftness swept her live away.
And now I live on Lake Shasta and
Lake Shasta is where I will stay.
There's the South San Joaquin,
And there's a place called Mount Whitney
From where the mighty Kern River comes down.
Well, it's not deep nor wide,
But it's a mean piece of water my friend.
And I may cross on the highway,
But I'll never swim Kern River again.
I'll never swim Kern River again.
It was there I first met her.
It was there that I lost my best friend.
And now I live in the mountains.
I drifted up here with the wind.
And I may drown in still water,
But I'll never swim Kern River again.
I'll never swim Kern River again.
It was there I first met her.
It was there that I lost my best friend.
And now I live in the mountains.
I drifted up here with the wind.
And I may cross on the highway,
But I'll never swim Kern River again.
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Oh my darling, I miss you so.
How I loved you, you'll never know.
Though it's time for me to let you go.
Oh my darling, I'll miss you so.
Can't believe you're really gone for good.
I still hold on to places you once stood.
I should move on, but I never could,
Really believe you're gone for good.
Oh my friend, what could I do?
I just came home to bury you.
The road is long, the road is rough.
Your in my heart, that's not close enough.
All those years, disappear
All my tears, are not enough, not enough.
How can it be the ties that bind,
Cut down deep and are so unkind?
When we lose them we will never find,
Anything stronger than the ties that bind.
I still have your memory.
One or two pictures of you and me.
Life is long and life is tough,
But when you love someone,
Life is not long enough.
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One last gaze upon the sun
Bid farewell to everyone
Kick that bucket out the door
Where I'm going I won't need it anymore
Gonna lay my burden down
Take a bird's eye look around
From the tall pines of Carolina
All the way to the wall of China
So I'll go sailing round the room
Through my window across the silver moon
No flesh and bone to hold me
I'll finally set my soul free
When I go sailing round the room
Life may be just but a dream
I row my boat on down the stream
To wake up on a different shore
Wind up as something I ain't never been before
I could be a drop of summer rain
Falling down on an Oklahoma plain
I won't leave the world behind me
Look around and you will find me
So I'll go sailing round the room
Through my window across the silver moon
No flesh and bone to hold me
I'll finally set my soul free
When I go sailing round the room
(I will be)
In the smoke from Mauna Loa
Morning mist from the Shenandoah
(I will be)
A grain of sand in the Kalahari
Magnolia by the Mississippi
(I will be)
Birdsong when day is breaking
Words of love when your heart is aching
(I will be)
A bluebonnet by the highway
I'll be everywhere and always
When I go sailing round the room
Through my window across the silver moon
No flesh and bone to hold me
I'll finally set my soul free
When I go sailing round the room
Through my window across the silver moon
No flesh and bone to hold me
I'll finally set my soul free
When I go sailing round the room
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(J.C. Crowley and Jack Wesley Routh)
There'll be greener pastures
Across that border line
We'll see new horizons, my darlin'
Far beyond the great divide
Pools of clear blue waters
Star light in the sky
You'll be mine forever, my darlin'
Far beyond the great divide
Somewhere in the distance
Northern lights will shine
You'll be there beside me, my darlin'
Far beyond the great divide
You'll be mine forever, my darlin'
Far beyond the great divide
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