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Willie Nelson
Willie Nelson


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Настоящее имя Willie Hugh Nelson
Дата рождения 30 апреля 1933 г.
Откуда Abbott, Texas, U.S.
Жанры Country
Country Rock
Outlaw country
Alternative Country
Годы 1956—н.в.
Лейблы RCA Records
Island Records
Columbia Records
Atlantic Records
Lost Highway Records
См. также Waylon Jennings
The Highwaymen
Johnny Cash
Kris Kristofferson
Roger Miller
Ray Price
Snoop Dogg
Merle Haggard
Kurt Nilsen
Faron Young
Emmylou Harris
Dolly Parton
Juice Newton
Toby Keith
Sheryl Crow
Norah Jones
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Альбом Willie Nelson


Red Headed Stranger (1975)
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Just as I Am
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O'er the Waves
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Down Yonder
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Bandera
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Bach Minuet in G
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. . .


PART ONE:

It was the time of the preacher when the story began.
Of the choice of a lady and the love of a man.
How he loved her so dearly, he went out of his mind.
When she left him for someone, she'd left behind.

An' he cried like a baby;
He screamed like a panther in the middle of the night.
An' he saddled his pony,
An he went for a ride.

It was the time of the preacher in the year of 01.
Now the preachin' is over and the lesson's begun.

Instrumental close.



. . .


Well, last night I came home an' I knocked on my door,
An' I called to my love as I oft had before.
An' I knocked an' I knocked: no answer thee came.
No kisses to greet me or voice call my name.

An' I couldn't believe it was true, oh Lord.
Couldn't believe it was true.
An' my eyes filled with tears an' I must've aged in years,
An' I couldn't believe it was true.

Instrumental break.

Well, the shock was so great, I am quiverin' yet.
An' I'll try to forgive but I cannot forget.
My heart breakin' loss is another man's gain.
Her happiness, always, I hope will remain.

An' I couldn't believe it was true, oh Lord.
Couldn't believe it was true.
An' my eyes filled with tears an' I must've aged in years,
An' I couldn't believe it was true.


. . .


PART TWO:

But he could not forgive her,
Though he tried and tried and tried.
And the halls of his memories,
Still echo her lies.

He cried like a baby;
He screamed like a panther in the middle of the night.
An' he saddled his pony,
An he went for a ride.

It was the time of the preacher in the year of 01.
Now the lesson is over and the killin's begun.


. . .


Well, he rode into Blue Rock, dusty an' tired,
An' got him a room for the night.
He lay there in silence with too much on his mind.
Still hopin' that he was not right.

But he found them that evenin' at a tavern in town,
In a quiet little out of the way place.
An' they smiled at each other when he walked through the door.
An' they died with their smiles on their faces.

They died with their smile on their face.

Red Headed Stranger.

Don't boss him, don't cross him.
He's wild in his sorrow:
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain.
Don't fight him, don't spite him;
Just wait till tomorrow,
Maybe he'll ride on again.


. . .


WILLIE NELSON:
In the twilight glow i see her
Blue eyes crying in the rain
When we kissed goodbye and parted
I knew we'd never meet again

SHANIA TWAIN:
Love is like a dying ember
And only memories remain
And through the ages i'll remember
Blue eyes crying in the rain.

BOTH:
Someday when we meet up yonder
We'll stroll hand in hand again
In the land that knows no parting
For blue eyes crying in the rain.

. . .


The red headed stranger from Blue Rock Montana
Rode into town one day
And under his knees was a raging black stallion
Walking behind was a bay
The Red Headed Stranger had eyes like the thunder
And his lips, they were sad and tight
His little lost love, lay asleep on the hillside
And his heart was heavy this night

(Chorus)
Don’t cross him, don’t boss him
He’s wild in his sorrow
He’s riding and hiding his pain
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
Just wait till tomorrow, maybe he’ll ride on again

A yellow haired lady leaned out of her window
And watched as he passed her way
She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion
But cast greedy eyes on the bay
But how could she know that this dancing bay pony
Meant more to him than life
For this was the horse that his little lost darling,
Had ridden when she was his wife.

(Chorus)
Don’t cross him, don’t boss him
He’s wild in his sorrow
He’s riding and hiding his pain
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
Just wait till tomorrow, maybe he’ll ride on again

The yellow haired lady came down to the tavern
And looked up the stranger there
He bought her a drink and he gave her some money
He just didn’t seem to care
She followed him out as he saddled the stallion
And laughed as she grabbed at the bay,
He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her,
She never heard anyone say

(Chorus)
Don’t cross him, don’t boss him
He’s wild in his sorrow
He’s riding and hiding his pain
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
Just wait till tomorrow, maybe he’ll ride on again

The yellow haired lady was buried at sunset,
The stranger went free of course,
For you can’t hang a man for killing a woman
Who’s trying to steal your horse
This is the tale of the Red Headed stranger,
And if he should pass your way
Stay out of the path of the raging black stallion
And don’t lay a hand on the bay

(Chorus)
Don’t cross him, don’t boss him
He’s wild in his sorrow
He’s riding and hiding his pain
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
Just wait till tomorrow, maybe he’ll ride on again

. . .


PART THREE:

It was the time of the preacher in the year of 01.
An' just when you think it's all over, it's only begun


. . .

Just as I Am

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The bright lights of Denver are shinin' like diamonds.
Like ten thousand jewels in the sky.
An' it's nobody's business where you're goin' or where you come from.
An' you're judged by the look in your eye.
She saw him, that evenin' in a tavern in town.
In a quiet little out of the way place.
An' they smiled at each other as he walked through the door.
An' they danced with their smiles on their faces.
An' they danced with a smile on their face

. . .

O'er the Waves

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Down Yonder

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Can I sleep in your arms, tonight, lady?
It's so cold lyin' here all alone.
An' I have no hold to hold on you.
An', I assure you, I'll do you no wrong.

Don't know why, but the one I love left me.
Left me lonely an' cold an' so weak.
And I need someone's arms to hold me.
Till I'm strong enough to get back on my feet.

Can I sleep in your arms, tonight, lady?
It's so cold lyin' here all alone.
An' I have no hold to hold on you.
An', I assure you, I'll do you no wrong.

Instrumental break.

Can I sleep in your arms, tonight, lady?
It's so cold lyin' here all alone.
And I have no hold to hold on you.
An', I assure you, I'll do you no wrong.


. . .


Remember me when the candle lights are gleamin'.
Remember me at the close of a long, long day.
An' it would be so sweet when all alone, I'm dreamin',
Just to know you still remember me.

Instrumental break.

A brighter face may take my place when we're apart, dear:
Another love, with a heart more bold and free.
But in the end, fairweather friends may break your heart, dear.
An' if they do, sweetheart, remember me.

Remember me when the candle lights are gleamin'.
Remember me at the close of a long, long day.
An' it would be so sweet when all alone, I'm dreamin',
Just to know you still remember me.

Just to know you still remember me.


. . .


At a time when the world seems to be spinnin' hopelessly out of control,
There's deceivers an' believers an' old in-betweeners,
That seem to have no place to go.
Well, it's the same old song, it's right an' it's wrong,
An' livin' is just somethin' that I do.
An' with no place to hide, I looked in your eyes,
An' I found myself in you.

I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars.
An' I've nearly gone up in smoke.
Now my hand's on the wheel, I've something that's real,
An' I feel like I'm goin' home.

An' in the shade of an oak down by the river,
Sit an old man an' a boy,
Settin' sail, spinnin' tales an' fishin' for whales,
With a lady they both enjoy.
Well, it's the same damn tune, it's the man in the moon.
It's the way that I feel about you.
An' with no place to hide, I looked in your eyes,
An' I found myself in you.

An' I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars.
An' I've nearly gone up in smoke.
Now my hand's on the wheel, I've something that's real,
An' I feel like I'm goin' home.


. . .

Bandera

[Нет текста]

. . .

Bach Minuet in G

[Нет текста]

. . .


Today, I passed you on the street,
And my heart fell at your feet.
An' I can't help it if I'm still in love with you.
Somebody else stood by your side,
And he looked so satisfied.
An' I can't help it if I'm still in love with you.

A picture from the past came slowly stealing,
As I brushed your arm and walked so close to you.
An', suddenly, I got that old time feeling:
An' I can't help it if I'm still in love with you.

Instrumental break.

It's hard to know another's lips will kiss you,
And hold you just the way I used to do.
Heaven only knows how much I miss you:
I can't help it if I'm still in love with you.

An' I can't help it if I'm still in love with you.


. . .


Twilight falls, ev'nin' shadows find,
There 'neath the stars, a maiden, so fair, divine.
Lonely there she kneels, and tells the stars above
In her heart is a song, an' there it belongs:
Her undying song of love.

Ev'ry word reveals an empty broken heart
Broken by fate that held them so far apart.
Stars on high, seem to know she's there.
In her heart is a song, an' there it belongs:
Her undying song of love.


. . .


Met the girl that I love,
In a town way down in Texas.
'Neath the stars up above,
She was the sweetest girl I ever did see.

So I held her in my arms and,
Told her of her many charms,
An'; I kissed her while the fiddles played,
The Bonaparte's Retreat.

All the world was bright as I held her on that night,
And I heard her say: "Don't you ever go away."

So I held her in my arms and,
Told her of her many charms,
An' I kissed her while the guitars played,
The Bonaparte's Retreat.

Instrumental break.

All the world was bright as I held her on that night,
And I heard her say: "Don't you ever go away."

So I held her in my arms and,
Told her of her many charms,
An' I kissed her while the guitars played,
The Bonaparte's Retreat.

Instrumental close.


. . .


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