Альбом Emmylou Harris And The Nash Ramblers

We came out west together with a common desire
The fever we had might've set the west coast on fire
Two months later got a troublin' mind
Oh, my baby moved out and left me behind.
But it's all right 'cause it's midnight
And I got two more bottles of wine.

The way he left sure turned my head around
Seemed like overnight he just up and put me down
Well, ain't gonna let it bother me today
I've been a workin' and I'm too tired anyway.
But it's all right 'cause it's midnight
And I got two more bottles of wine.

Well, I'm sixteen hundred miles from the people I know
I've been doin' all I can but opportunity sure comes slow
Well, I'd be in the sun all day
But I'm sweepin' out a warehouse in West LA.
But it's all right 'cause it's midnight
And I got two more bottles of wine.

I'm sixteen hundred miles from the people I know
I've been doin' all I can but opportunity sure comes slow
Well, I'd be in the sun all day
But I'm sweepin' out a warehouse in West LA.
But it's all right 'cause it's midnight
And I got two more bottles of wine.

Yes, it's all right 'cause it's midnight
And I got two more bottles of wine.

Yes, it's all right 'cause it's midnight
And I got two more bottles of wine...

Hello stranger
Put your loving hand in mine
Hello stranger
Put your loving hand in mine
You are a stranger
And you're a friend of mine

Get up, rounder
Let a working girl lay down
Get up, rounder
Let a working girl lay down
You are a rounder
And you're all out and down

Now every time
I ride the four and six street cars
Every time
I ride the four and six street cars
I can see my baby
Peeping through the bars

Well, he bowed his head
And he waved both hands at me
He bowed his head
And he waved both hands at me
He's prison bound
And longing to be free

Well I'll see you
When your troubles are like mine
I'll see you
When your troubles are like mine
Yes, I'll see you
When you haven't got a dime

Weeping like a willow
And mournin' like a dove
Weeping like a willow
And mournin' like a dove
There's a man of country
That I really love

Well hello stranger
Put your loving hand in mine
Hello stranger
Put your loving hand in mine
You are a stranger
And you're a friend of mine...

(Paul Kennerley/John David)

Lonely tears roll down
As midnight comes around
But I can make it trough
In sweet dreams of you.

In the shadow of the night.
I still hold you tight
Did, it all comes true
In sweet dreams of you.

In sweet dreams I see
The way thing you to be
When your love was hide
And your heart was true
In sweet dreams of you.

Oh, I call out your made
And you come to me again
The way you used to do
In sweet dreams of you.

In sweet dreams of you.
In sweet dreams of you...

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Well, get up John, go down to Jordan
Get up John, prepare the way
Man from Galilee is waitin'
You must meet him there today.

Get up John, go tell my people
This will be a Holy day
Tell them of the Jew that's waiting
That the Saviour's on the way.

John you've been chosen
John go unafraid
John I'll go with you
John The Baptist, this is the day.

Well, get up John, go tell Jerusalem
Saviour's waiting on the shore
Baptize Him in the River Jordan
I'll send a dove from Heaven's door.

John you've been chosen
John go unafraid
John I'll go with you
John The Baptist, this is the day.

Well, get up John your work is finished
daylight breaks, the soldiers come
You will die for me tomorrow
Welcome home, your race is run.

John you've been chosen
John go unafraid
John I'll go with you
John The Baptist, this is the day...

Those lives were mine to love and cherish
To guard and guide along life's way
Oh God, forbid that one should perish
That one alas should go astray.

Back in the years with all together
Around the place we'd romp and play
So lonely now and oft times wonder
Oh, will they come back home some day.

I'm lonesome for my precious children
They live so far away
Oh, may they hear my calling, calling
And come back home some day.

I gave my all for my dear children
Their problems still with love, I share
I'd brave life's storm, defy the tempest
To bring them home from anywhere.

I lived my life, my love I gave them
To guide them through this world of strife
I hope and pray we'll live together
In that great glad here after life.

I'm lonesome for my precious children
They live so far away
Oh, may they hear my calling, calling
And come back home some day...

I am a backseat driver from America
We drive to the left on Falls Road
And the man at the wheel's name is Seamus
We pass a child on the corner he knows
And Seamus says, now what chance has that kid got
And I say from the back, I don't know
He says there's barbed wire at all of these exits
And there ain't no place in Belfast for that kid to go

'Cause it's a hard life, it's a hard life, it's a very hard life
It's a hard life wherever you go
And if we poison our children with hatred
Then the hard life is all that they'll know

Cafeteria line in Chicago
The fat man in front of me
Is calling black people trash to his children
And he's the only trash here I see
And I am thinking this man wears a white hood
In the night when his children should sleep
But they'll slip to their windows and they'll see him
And they'll think that white hood's all they need

'Cause it's a hard life, it's a hard life, it's a very hard life
It's a hard life wherever you go
And if we poison our children with hatred
Then the hard life is all that they'll know

I was a child in the Sixties
When dreams could be held through T.V
With Disney and Cronkite and Martin Luther
And I believed, I believed, I believed
Now I am the backseat driver from America
And I am not at the wheel of control
And I am guilty, I am war, and I am the root of all evil
Lord, and I can't drive on the left side of the road

'Cause it's a hard life, it's a hard life, it's a very hard life
It's a hard life wherever you go
And if we poison our children with hatred
Then the hard life is all that they'll know

And there ain't no place in this world for those kids to go
'Cause it's a hard life wherever you go

I am a backseat driver from America
They drive to the left on falls road
And the man at the wheels name is Shamus
We pass a the child on a corner he knows
And Shamus says "Now what chance has that kid got?"
And I say from the back "I don't know"

He says "There's barbed wire at all of these exits
There ain't no place in Belfast for that kid to go"
And it's a hard life, it's a hard life
It's a very hard life
It's a hard life wherever you go
And we poison our children with hatred
And the hard life is all that they know

At the dairy-line in Chicago
A fat man in front of me
He's calling black people trash to his children
And he's the only trash here I see
And I'm thinking this man wears a white hood
In the night when his children should sleep
But they'll slip to their windows and see him
They'll think that white hood's all they need

And it's a hard life, it's a hard life
It's a very hard life
It's a hard life wherever you go
And if we poison our children with hatred
Then the hard life is all that they know

I was a child of the sixties
When dreams could be held through tears
With Disney and Cronkite and Martin Luther
And I believed, I believed, I believed

Now I'm a backseat driver from America
And I'm not at the wheel of control
And I am guilty, I am worn, I am the root of all evil
And I can't drive on the left side of the road

And it's a hard life, it's a hard life
It's a very hard life
It's a hard life wherever you go
And if we poison our children with hatred
Then the hard life is all that they'll know

And there ain't no place in this world for these kids to go
'cause it's a hard life wherever you go

Has anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lotta people, but it seems the good die young
I just looked around and he's gone.

Has anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lotta people, but it seems the good die young
I just looked around and he's gone.

Has anybody here seen my old friend john,
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lotta people, but it seems the good die young
I just looked around and he's gone.

Didn't you love the things they stood for?
Didn't they try to find some good in you and me?
And we'll be free
Someday soon it's gonna be one day

Has anybody here seen my old friend Bobby,
Can you tell me where he's gone?
I thought I saw him walkin' up over the hill
With Abraham and Martin and John.

I won't have to chop no wood
I can be bad or I can be good
I can be any way that I feel
One of these days

Might be a woman that's dressed in black
Be a hobo by the railroad track
I'll be gone like the wayward wind one of these days

One of these days it will soon be all over cut and dry
And I won't have this urge to go all bottled up inside
One of these days I'll look back and I'll say I left in time
'Cause somewhere for me I know there's peace of mind

I might someday walk across this land
Carrying the Lord's book in my hand
Goin' cross the country singin' loud as I can
One of these days

But I won't have trouble on my back
Cuttin' like the devil with a choppin' axe
Got to shake it off my back, one of these days

One of these days it will soon be all over cut and dry
And I won't have this urge to go all bottled up inside
One of these days I'll look back and I'll say I left in time
'Cause somewhere for me I know there's peace of mind

There's gonna be peace of mind for me, one of these days

Her mama picked him up in south Minnesota
He promised her the world but they never got that far
For he was last seen in that '59 DeSota
When Sally was born in the black hills of Dakota.

She was washed in the blood of the dying Sioux nation
Raised with a proud but a wandering heart
And she knew that her roots were in the old reservation
But she had stars in her eyes and greater expectations.

No rings on her fingers, no bells on her toes
With bugs on her headlights and runs in her hose
Through the valley of the shadow of Roosevelt's nose
Adios South Dakota, adios Sally Rose.

They've got a national monument carved out of stone
On the side of a mountain where her forefathers roamed
Playin' cowboys and Indians right under the nose
Of Theodore Roosevelt and the sweet Sally Rose.

So she left Rapid City in the blue moonlight hour
With her eye on the highway and her foot on the floor
And turnin' the dial, she was pulled by the power
Of the word coming out of that broadcasting tower.

No rings on her fingers, no bells on her toes
With bugs on her headlights and runs in her hose
Through the valley of the shadow of Roosevelt's nose
Adios South Dakota, adios Sally Rose...

Well I never did crawl and I never did toe that line
No man is a master to me I ain't that kind
I just put on my traveling shoes
If you wanna win you just can't lose the time
Or stay behind

Well I was born to run
To get ahead of the rest
And all that I wanted was to be the best
Just to feel free and be someone
I was born to be fast I was born to run

Well I take the chances sometimes I've made mistakes
But you don't get nothing unless you take the breaks
Living as dangerous as dynamite
Sure makes you feel nervous but it makes you feel alright

Makes you feel alright
Well I was born to run
To get ahead of the rest
And all that I wanted was to be the best
Just to feel free and be someone
I was born to be fast I was born to run

Nobody's gonna make me do things their way
By the time you figure it out it's yesterday
Well it comes to he who waits I'm told
But I don't need it when I'm old and gray
Yea I want it today

Well I was born to run
To get ahead of the rest
And all that I wanted was to be the best
Just to feel free and be someone
I was born to be fast I was born to run

Luxury liner, forty tons of steel
No one in this whole wide world
Knows the way I feel
I've been a long lost soul
For a long, long time
Yeah I've been around
Everybody ought to know what's on my mind
You think I'm lonesome, so do I
So do I

Well, I'm the kind of girl
Who likes to make a livin' runnin' 'round
And I don't need a stranger
To let me know my baby's let me down
You think I'm lonesome, so do I
So do I

Luxury liner, forty tons of steel
If I don't find my baby now
I guess I never will
I've been a long lost soul
For a long, long time
Yeah I've been around
Everybody ought to know what's on my mind
You think I'm lonesome, so do I
So do I

Luxury liner, forty tons of steel
No one in this whole wide world
Knows the way I feel
I've been a long lost soul
For a long, long time
Yeah I've been around
Everybody ought to know what's on my mind

I don't want to hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly
And I know there's life below
But all that it can show me
Is the prairie and the sky

And I don't want to hear a sad story
Full of heartbreak and desire
The last time I felt like this
It was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain in the night and I watched it burn
I watched it burn, I watched it burn.

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace.
I would walk all the way from boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face.

Well you really got me this time
And the hardest part is knowing I'll survive.
I have come to listen for the sound
Of the trucks as they move down
Out on ninety five
And pretend that it's the ocean
Coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean
Baby do you know what I mean

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace.
I would walk all the way from boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face.

You can dance every dance with the girl
Who gave you the eye, let her hold you tight
You can smile every smile for the girl
Who liked to treat you right 'neath the pale moon light
But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
Oh darlin', save the last dance for me.

Oh, I know that the music's fine like sparkling wine
Go and have your fun
Dance and sing but while we're apart don't give your heart
To anyone
Don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
Oh darlin', save the last dance for me.

You can dance, go and carry on till the night is gone
And it's time to go
If she asks if you're all alone, can she take you home
And must tell her no
And don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
Oh darlin', save the last dance for me.

And don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
Oh darlin', save the last dance for me...

Mary took to running with a travelin' man
Left her momma crying with her head in her hands
Such a sad case, so broken hearted

She say momma, I got to go, I gotta get outta here.
I gotta get out of town, I'm tired of hanging around
I gotta roll on between the ditches
It's just an ordinary story 'bout the way things go
Round and around, nobody knows
But the highway goes on forever
That ol' highway rolls on forever.

Lord, she never would've done it if she hadn't got drunk
If she hadn't started running with a travelin' man
If she hadn't started taking those crazy chances
She say daughter let me tell you 'bout the travelin' kind
Everywhere he's goin' such a very short time
He'll be long gone before you know it.
He'll be long gone before you know it.

When it felt good never have I knew it when I knew I could
Never have I done it when it looked so right
Leaving Louisiana in the broad daylight.
This is down in the swampland anything goes
It's alligator bait and the bars don't close
It's the real thing down in Louisiana.

Did you ever see a Cajun when he really got mad
When he really got trouble like a daughter gone bad
It gets real hot down in Louisiana.
The stranger better move it or he's gonna get killed
He's gonna have to get it or a shotgun will
It ain't no time for lengthy speeches
It ain't no time for lengthy speeches.

She say never have I known it when it felt so good
Never have I knew it when I knew I could
Never have I done it when it looked so right
Leaving Louisiana in the broad daylight
She say never have I known it when it felt so good
Never have I knew it when I knew I could
Never have I done it when it looked so right
Leaving Louisiana in the broad daylight.
Leaving Louisiana in the broad daylight.

It's just an ordinary story 'bout the way things go
Round and round nobody knows
But the highway goes on forever
There ain't no way to stop the water...

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises all lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

Well, I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, running scared, laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go.
Looking for the places only they would know.
Li li li li...

Only seeking workman's wages
I come looking for a job but I get no offers
Just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare there were times when
I was so lonesome I took some comfort there
In a laying out my winter clothes and wishing
I was home going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me, bleeding me, going home.
Da da da da...

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out in his danger and his shame
I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains.
Li li li li...

It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame
Have rung the chapel bell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

They furnished off an apartment
With a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed
With T.V. dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work
The little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phono
Boy did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records
All rockin' rhythm and jazz
When the sun went down
The rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney
Twas a cherry-red fifty three
They drove it down to New Orleans
To celebrate the anniversary
It was there that Pierre
Was wedded to the lovely mad'moiselle
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love that mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame
Have rung the chapel bell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

"C'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

"C'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me, oh, my, oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, sweetest one, me, oh, my, oh
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou

Well Jambalaya, crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher amie-o
Gonna pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou

Well Thibodaux, Fontenot, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Well we dress in style, we go hog wild, me, oh, my, oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Well Jambalaya, crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher amie-o
Gonna pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Well Jambalaya, crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher amie-o
Gonna ???? me oh my oh
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou