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| 3:12 | ||||
On The Red River, on Bayou Pierre
Rosalee worked in White's Grocery I'd get in trouble for goin' down there She'd give me corn pops for free Little red bike out on the main road Lucky little girl Little red bike out on the main road Lucky little girl Early in the mornin' brother and sister off at school Mama sent me for wild flowers Buttercups in the mornin' dew A little red bike out on the main road too Ghost tracks, water towers, picnics in a haunted roost Horses waiting to be groomed need a little sugar too Train game, moss monster, playin' down in the woods of bamboo Mr. Black Snake ate all the bad snakes, Mr. Black Snake'll eat you too Games turn into life Once a tomboy now a tomwife Little red bike out on the main road Lucky little girl Little red bike out on the main road Lucky little girl Lucky little girl |
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2. |
| 5:40 | ||||
She lived on a curve in the road, in an old tar-paper shack
On the south side of the town, on the wrong side of the tracks Sometimes on the way into town we'd say: "Mama, can we stop and give her a ride?" Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side Wild eyed, crazy Mary Down along the road, past the Parson's place The old blue car we used to race Little country store with a sign tacked to the side Said "No L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G allowed" Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around One night thunder cracked mercy backed outside her windowsill Dreamed I was flying high above the trees, over the hills Looked down into the house of Mary Bare bulb on, newspaper-covered walls, and Mary rising up above it all Next morning on the way into town Saw some skid marks, and followed them around Over the curve,through the fields, into the house of Mary That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around |
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3. |
| 3:09 | ||||
4. |
| 3:49 | ||||
5. |
| 2:26 | ||||
6. |
| 3:17 | ||||
Tarbelly stood in the door as ... Body like a statue hands ... on his hips And his mouth, while his mouth drooling like a ... Looking for something from another day a day when she can ask him and he would want to - - play, hey hey, hey Born to play hey, hey, hey Thumb up, down the stairs, she came she heard him coming, she stood there just the same, hey, hey Feather Tarbelly walked right past .... into the kitchen Make ... sandwiches, drunk a ... of coffee and a bottle of ... vodka ... his toes and his hair and his clothes made three phone calls ... All the while, Tarbelly stood in the door his eyes are broken out Hands on his hips, body like a statue mouth drooling like ... out Eyes .... body like a statue drooling like ... out .... go out and Tarbelly stood in the way And he thought, and he thought the game he used to play And .... .... And took to Tarbelly by the wrists and took to Tarbelly to New York And round and round and round he swang and round and round and round he swang And round and round he swang, .... of - - fly, fly, fly, away up high all of the .... And when she stopped, no one could say .... a shadow across the day .... a shadow across the day .... a shadow across the day .... a .... .... giving away |
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| 3:53 | ||||
8. |
| 4:48 | ||||
9. |
| 3:10 | ||||
10. |
| 5:25 | ||||
11. |
| 2:15 | ||||
Willows were swaying
The water was rippling The froggies were singing Along with the laughing at the bank We have the moon to thank For this lovely scene We might never have seen If it hadn't have been for the moon Why, look at that moon Away up high, seeing everything That goes by Why, look at that moon Why, why, why, look at the moon Why, why, why, look at the moon Sitting in the desert Beneath a lonesome sky Cool, my oh my, it would be If it never been above That fateful little boy That one who has beheld true love through history Why must it start? Why must lovers part? Why does the cheatin' go on? Why have hearts turned to stone? Why, look at that moon Away up high, seeing everything That goes by Why, look at that moon Why, why, why, look at the moon Why, why, why, look at the moon Why, look at that moon Ain't it grand! Why, look at that moon Helps me understand Why, look at that moon Inspirator of many a dream Why, look at that moon |
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12. |
| 4:13 | ||||
13. |
| 5:20 | ||||
(Victoria Williams)
Come by here Lord, come by here Come by here, oh come by here Come by here, come by here Mmmmm On the banks of old Lake Bisteneaux 'Neath the cypress and the moss We hammered and we nailed And built a raft to get across And late night by the fire We sang Kumbayah And the Spirit Holy Spirit was flowing Yeah the Spirit Holy Spirit it was a-flowing Oh a twilight time in New York City Descending subway stairs The man whistling out a tune I paid a dollar for my fare And we got on the same train Going uptown down the tracks And we sang out of tune To the clackety-clack-clack And the Spirit Holy Spirit was flowing Yeah the Spirit Holy Spirit it was a-flowing I have felt it on a mountaintop And underneath the stars I felt it in a churchyard And even in some bars It will make you laugh It will make you cry It will make your heart go (ping!) Oh the Spirit Holy Spirit Will make you shout and want to sing Come by here Lord, oh come by here Come by here Lord, come by here Oh come by here Lord, come by here Oh come by here Someone's praying Lord, come by here Someone's praying Lord, come by here Someone's praying Lord, come by here Oh Lord come by here Someone's crying Lord, come by here Someone's crying Lord, come by here Someone's crying Lord, come by here Oh Lord come by here Oh we need you, oh we need you Lord Oh we need you, oh yes we do, yes we do We need you like a father We need you like a mother Yeah we need you like a sister Yeah we need you like brother Oh we need you Lord, oh yes we do, yes we do Oh Lord come by here Oh Lord come by here Come by here... |