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The painter stood
Before her work She looked around every where She saw the pictures and she painted them She picked the colors from the air Green to green Red to red Yellow to yellow In the light Black to black When the evening comes Blue to blue In the night It's a long road Behind me It's a long road Ahead If you follow every dream You might get lost If you follow every dream You might Get Lost. She towed the line She held her end up She did the work of too many But in the end She fell down Before she got up again I keep my friends eternally We leave our tracks in the sound Some of them are with me now Some of them can't be found It's a long road behind me And I miss you now If you follow every dream You might get lost If you follow every dream You might Get Lost. |
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| 2. |
| 5:45 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:35 |
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I just want to thank you for all of the things you've done
I'm thinking about you, I just want to send my love I send my best to you, that's my message of love For all the things you did I can never thank you enough Feel like I'm falling Falling off the face of the earth Falling off the face of the earth Feel like I'm falling Falling off the face of the earth Falling off the face of the earth Oh... I just want to tell you you sure mean a lot to me It may sound simple but you are the world to me It's such a precious thing that time we shared together I must apologize for the troubled times Feel like I'm falling Falling off the face of the earth (Falling) Feel like I'm falling Falling off the face of the earth Falling off the face of the earth Oh... Feel like I'm falling Falling off the face of the earth Falling off the face of the earth (Falling) Falling off the face of the earth (Falling) Feel like I'm falling Falling off the face of the earth (Falling) Feel like I'm falling Falling off the face of the earth (Falling) |
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| 4. |
| 3:47 |
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When I was a growing boy
A-rocking on my daddy's knee Daddy took an old guitar and sang Bury me on the lone prairie Uncle Bob sat at the piano My girl cousins sang harmony Those were the good old family times That left a big mark on me Bury me out on the prairie Where the buffalo used to roam Where the Canada geese once filled the sky And then I won't be far from home Bury me out on the prairie Where the buffalo used to roam You won't have to shed a tear for me 'Cause then I won't be far from home Walking down the trans-Canada highway I was talking to a firefly Trying to make my way to Nashville, Tennessee When another car passed me by Some day I'm gonna make big money And buy myself a big old car Make my way on down to that promised land And then I'm gonna really go far Bury me out on the prairie Where the buffalo used to roam Where the Canada geese once filled the sky And then I won't be far from home Just bury me out on the prairie Where the buffalo used to roam You won't have to shed a tear for me 'Cause then I won't be far from home |
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| 5. |
| 6:32 |
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In the morning when I wake up and listen to the sound
Of the birds outside on the roof I try to ignore what the paper says And I try not to read all the news And I'll hold you if you had a bad dream And I hope it never comes true 'Cause you and I been through so many things together And the sun starts climbing the roof It's a dream Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away It's only a dream Just a memory without anywhere to stay The Red River stills flows through my home town Rollin' and tumblin' on its way Swirling around the old bridge pylons Where a boy fishes the morning away His bicycle leans on an oak tree While the cars rumble over his head An aeroplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky And the young birds call out to be fed It's a dream Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away It's only a dream Just a memory without anywhere to stay An old man walks along on the sidewalk Sunglasses and an old Stetson hat The four winds blow the back of his overcoat away As he stops with the policeman to chat And a train rolls out of the station That was really somethin' in its day Picking up speed on the straight prairie rails As it carries the passengers away It's gone Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away Only a dream Just a memory without anywhere to stay It's a dream Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away It's only a dream Just a memory without anywhere to stay It's a dream Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away |
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| 7:34 |
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Trying to remember what my daddy said
Before too much time took away his head He said we're going back and I'll show you what I'm talking about Going back to Cypress River, back to the old farmhouse (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Trying to remember what Daddy said) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) I tried to tell the people but they never heard a word I say They say there's nothing out there but wheat fields anyway Just a farmer's wife hanging laundry in her back yard Out on the prairie where the winds blow long and hard (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Trying to remember what Daddy said) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) Late at night, lights dancing in the northern sky Like the Indian spirits trying to show me how to fly You can see into the future but it may be a mirage Like a new car sitting there in your old garage (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Trying to remember what Daddy said) There's a place on the prairie where evil and goodness play Daddy told me all about it but I don't remember what he said It might be afternoon and it might be the dead of night But you'll know when you see it 'cause it sure is a hell of a sight (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) Prairie wind blowing through my head (Prairie wind blowing through my head) Trying to remember what Daddy said (Prairie wind blowing through my head) Before too much time took away his head (Prairie wind blowing through my head) He said we're going back and I'll show you what I'm talking about (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) Going back to Cypress River, back to the old farmhouse (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Trying to remember what Daddy said) (Prairie wind blowing through my head)... |
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| 7. |
| 4:32 |
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When your summer days come tumbling down
And you find yourself alone Then you can come back and be with me Just close your eyes and I'll be there Listen to the sound Of this old heart beating for you Yes I'd miss you But I never want to hold you down You might say I'm here for you When the winter comes to your new home And snowflakes are falling down Then you can come back and be with me Just close your eyes and I'll be there Listen to the sound Of this old heart beating for you Yes I'd miss you But I never want to hold you down You might say I'm here for you In the spring, protective arms surrounding you In the fall, we let you go your way Happiness I know will always find you And when it does, I hope that it will stay Yes I miss you But I never want to hold you down You might say I'm here for you Yes I miss you But I never want to hold you down You might say I'm here for you I'll always be here for you |
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| 8. |
| 5:33 |
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This old guitar ain't mine to keep
Just taking care of it now It's been around for years and years Just waiting in its old case It's been up and down the country roads It's brought a tear and a smile It's seen its share of dreams and hopes And never went out of style The more I play it, the better it sounds It cries when I leave it alone Silently it waits for me Or someone else I suppose This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar has caught some breaks But it never searched for gold It can't be blamed for my mistakes It only does what it's told It's been a messenger in times of trouble In times of hope and fear When I get drunk and seeing double It jumps behind the wheel and steers This old guitar ain't mine to keep It's mine to play for a while This old guitar ain't mine to keep It's only mine for a while This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar |
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| 9. |
| 6:09 |
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(Okay, we're gonna start with a... Uh...
Start with an F. Just ride in on the F. Maybe that's a good way to start. Or maybe the D. Whaddya think, Ben? - Uh, the F sounds good... - Just like a...) The last time I saw Elvis He was shooting at a colour TV The phones were ringing in the pink motel And the rest is history He was the King The last time I saw Elvis He was singing a gospel song You could tell he had the feeling And the whole world sang along He was the King The last time I saw Elvis He was up on the silver screen Pushing a plough in a black and white movie And everybody started to scream Yes, he was the King The last time I saw Elvis It was some kind of Vegas dream Spotlights flashed on a silver cape And a blue-haired lady screamed He was the King The last time I saw Elvis He was fronting a three-piece band Rocking on the back of a flatbed truck With an old guitar in his hand He was the King The last time I saw Elvis The last time I saw Elvis He was riding in a pink Cadillac Wind was blowing through his hair And he never did look back He was the King Thank you very much The last time I saw Elvis He was singing that gospel song You could tell that he had the feeling And the whole world sang along He was the King He was the King He was the King (- Elvis has left the arena - But he was rocking while he was getting out. - Oh, man, you blew me right outta my seat when you said, "Thank you very much." I almost stopped playing! - "Thank you very much." etc.) |
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| 4:05 |
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Was he thinkin' about my country
Or the color of my skin? Was he thinkin' 'bout my religion And the way I worshipped him? Did he create just me in his image Or every living thing? When God made me When God made me Was he planning only for believers Or for those who just have faith? Did he envision all the wars That were fought in his name? Did he think there was only one way To be close to him? When God made me When God made me Did he give us the gift of love To say who we could choose? When God made me When God made me When God made me When God made me Did he give me the gift of voice So some could silence me? Did he give me the gift of vision Not knowing what I might see? Did he give me the gift of compassion To help my fellow man? When God made me When God made me When God made me When God made me |
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