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Kenny Rogers
Kenny Rogers


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Настоящее имя Kenneth Donald Rogers
Дата рождения 21 августа 1938 г.
Откуда Houston, Texas, United States
Жанры Country
Country Pop
Rock
Годы 1958—н.в.
Лейблы RCA Records
Atlantic Records
Reprise Records
Mercury Records
Curb Records
WEA International Inc.
Capitol Nashville Records
См. также Dolly Parton
Juice Newton
Glen Campbell
The New Christy Minstrels
The First Edition
Dottie West
Sheena Easton
Kim Carnes
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Альбом Kenny Rogers



1980
1.
Goin' Home to the Rock (intro)
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Buckaroos
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Goin' Home to the Rock (Reprise)
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Goin' Home to the Rock (intro)

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I've been riding all night just to get here
Don't you be throwing us out so soon
Across the whole damn South with cotton-mouth
Now we got some drinking to do.

We've been stuck on the range for 45 days
And that's a long long time
We ain't leaving this place 'til there's a smile on our face
And the whole room is a friend of mine.

So won't you line 'em all up and slide 'em all down
And let's hear the jukebox roll
We've been living on bacon and beans
Playing the jacks and the queens.

But we still got some money to blow
And the times ain't wild enough
We dig our spurs in the make them jump
We're riding shotgun with the devil
We're the buckaroos.

My name is Gideon Tanner
I've been a man of good manners
I won't dance 'til the ladies ask me
I simply tip my hat, I smile and sit back
And then I wait for that friendly stampede.

I started dancing so tight that this girl turned white
I thought she must be passing away
I said: now don't let me down, 'Cause when I hit this town
I've got to live my whole life in a day.

So won't you line 'em all up and slide 'em all down
And let's hear the jukebox roll
We've been living on bacon and beans
Playing the jacks and the queens...

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Excuse me, ma'am
I'd like your daughter's hand for the evening
There's a new band in town
I'd like to take her down to see 'em.
The fiddler player used to be my neighbor
And he never slept a day in his life
He plays the 'Strawberry Roan'
When he gets going he can play all night.
And her mama said:

He's a no good Texas cowboy, child
He'll love you up and he'll drive you wild
Then he'll leave you
He's a no good Texas rounder, girl
Got a one-track mind
And he ain't on true love and that's for sure
She said I've met his kind before
I've met your kind before.

Excuse me, ma'am
I'd like your daughter's hand for the evening
My intentions are good, I'm a man of honor
Please, ignore any rumors that have blackened my name
I'm just an innocent boy, How could I be to blame?
We'll be late for the show
And I took her hand and said let's go.
And her mama said:

He's a no good Texas cowboy, child
He'll love you up and he'll drive you wild
Then he'll leave you
He's a no good Texas rounder, girl
Got a one-track mind
And he ain't on true love and that's for sure
She said I've met his kind before
I've met your kind before.

Excuse me, ma'am
I'd like your daughter's hand for the evening
I think you know the band
I'd like to take her down to see 'em
I'd been led to understand the fiddler was your man
That's why he never slept a day in his life
He plays the 'Strawberry Roan'
Just to get you going then you play all night.

And the daughter said:
He was a no good Texas Texas cowboy, child
He'll love you up and he'll drive you wild
Then he'll leave you
He's a no good Texas rounder, girl
Got a one-track mind
And he ain't on true love and that's for sure
She said I've met his kind before
I've met your kind before...

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Just look at you sitting there
You never looked better than tonight
And it'd be so easy to tell you I'd stay
Like I've done so many times
I was so sure this would be the night
You'd close the door
And wanna stay with me
And it'd be so easy
To tell you I'd wait
Like I've done so many times

Don't fall in love with a dreamer
Because he'll always take you in
Just when you think
You've really changed him
He'll leave you again
Don't fall in love with a dreamer
Because he'll break you every time

So put out the light and just hold on
Before we say goodbye
Now it's morning
and the phone rings and ya say
You gotta get your things together
You just gotta leave
Before you change your mind
And you know
What I was thinking I'd turn around
If you'd just ask me one more time
Don't fall in love with a dreamer
Because he'll always take you in
Just when you think
You've really changed him
He'll leave you again
Don't fall in love with a dreamer
Because he'll break you every time
so put out the light and just hold on

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Buckaroos

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If I closed my eyes it didn't hurt quite so bad
'Cause tonight I've just lost the best friend I've ever had
You were a maverick running all away from New Orleans
We'd tell stories 'round the campfire late at night
When it was down to just you and me.

Good friend, why did you have to go?
Just when I was getting to know you
I'll sing this song to show
You were a good friend
They don't make 'em quite like you
And in my memory
You'll always be a good good friend to me.

You said I got a home, boy
Haven't seen it for so long
Said I'm going home, boy
My work is done
I can feel it in my bones.

Good friend, why did you have to go?
Just when I was getting to know you
I'll sing this song to show
You were a good friend
They don't make 'em quite like you
And in my memory
You'll always be a good good friend to me...

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Call me up.

My friends they don't talk much ‘bout the legend
My friends they don't talk much anyway
When they do, I know I better listen,
‘cos my good friends just naturally know
the right things to say, they say:

Call me up the phone is in the cradle,
get yourself a liver to my door,
but if you saw any plan and if you got the time,
we could talk the night away.

I don't got so lonely and I've gotta
He said: it's tough to be the only man alive,
he said: I'd give a river for just somebody to talk to
We're thinking in lighting out for biting,
we came strolling by, she said:

Call me up the phone ...

Now Rosy was a queen of the all night cowboy,
she said: Texas boy using kind of shy
Don't you expect the nimble's invitation,
just knock on the wall
Track down the hall and drop on by, she said:

Call me up ...

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These chains won't keep me from being a free man
Doing what I can to get out of here,
and these chains won't keep me from seeing my freedom,
changing my name and starting over again.

I was a fool for a good looking woman,
'til I found out the hard way, there was some out of me
Now what else could I do, how could any one blame me,
to stand in this smile and with a gun in his hands.

These chains won't keep me from being a free man
Doing what I can to get out of here,
and these chains won't keep me from seeing my freedom,
changing my name and starting over again.

She had a known reputation but I paid no attention,
good love and affection can make anything right
But judged no mercy for my infatuation,
she said: killers are sinned boys, you've gotta pay the price.

These chains won't keep me from being a free man
Doing what I can to get out of here,
and these chains won't keep me from seeing my freedom,
changing my name and starting over again.

Down the hole there's a window
You can barely see thro' it
Deep in the night I see
The lights of town
And started me thinking that a mystical ladder
is as high as these walls and I'm climbing it run by run.

These chains won't keep me from being a free man
Doing what I can to get out of here,
and these chains won't keep me from seeing my freedom,
changing my name and starting over again...

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Morning sunshine through the curtain
Throws a Rorschach on my wall
Waking up wide asleep
I try unraveling it all
By all rights I should be dead
From this bullet hole in my head
Oddly enough I seem to be alive
Greatly dismayed I discover
That the feel under the covers
With the red toe walks
Can possibly be mine.

Won't somebody help me?
You've got to help me
Because wine and too much wine
And a female friend of mine
Rode a Mustang through my mind last night.

It was a Saturday, I don't matter day
We were drinking at the old Red Log
And another and another
With my long lost brother
'Til the room began to fog
Then a fine looking woman walked by
Looked me in the eye
Heaved a sigh and took me by surprise
I said: 'sit down and take your place
Of my long lost brother ace'
Who had just caved in
And passed out on the floor.

Won't somebody help me?...

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Girl, don't wait up tonight
Don't live on the lie
´cos you'll be sleeping alone again
I know my intentions were the best
I had it all worked out you see
But you deserve a whole lot better than me.

You need a man whose heart
Is only one place in the night
Who'll stay right here
And just be satisfied
You need a man
Who won't disappoint you every time
I call and say my plans have changed
So don't wait up tonight.

Stop me now
I've gone and talked too much again
You know I do that now and then
So pay no attention to me
If I say your name a thousand times
Again and again
Just don't listen to me.

You need a man ….

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I watched every sun up comin' over my tin cup
Seen every moon changin' while I slept with the sky
Felt the chill in the north wind, find holes that I can't mend
This West Texas cowboy is wrest less again

Campfire light dancin' on the smiles of some good friends
Wearin' the hard times in the lines on their faces
Now the seasons are changin' and it's time I was leavin'
'Cause this West Texas cowboy is wrest less again

So I'm sayin' goodbye, ridin' away
Sayin' goodbye again
I'm wishin' you well, miss you until
I come back again next year

Let's sing of the good days and drink to the ladies
Till the whiskey's all gone and their pleasure is mine
Come sit here beside me, sweet lullaby me
This West Texas cowboy is wrest less again

Sayin' goodbye, ridin' away
Sayin' goodbye again
Wishin' you well, miss you until
I come back again next year

Sayin' goodbye, ridin' away
Sayin' goodbye again
Wishin' you well, I'll miss you until
I come back again next year

Sayin' goodbye, ridin' away
Sayin' goodbye again
I'm wishin' you well, miss you until
I come back again next year

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Goin' Home to the Rock (Reprise)

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