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| 3:08 | 
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Someday, someday
But I don't know when Someday, someday But I don't know when Brother brother oh brother Why are you walking down this road here This is the road of madness and trouble And it's paved with intolerance, ignorance and fear Someday, someday But I don't know when Someday, someday But I don't know when Drinking our liquor from a paper cup Mean to each other Enough is enough I look at your face You look just like me Hey brother, I'm not your enemy Someday, someday But I don't know when Someday, someday But I don't know when How many times can a spirit be broken For this is the kingdom of heaven we're given Good fortune will come to those who create peace For those are the ones that will walk in heaven Someday, someday But I don't know when Someday, someday But I don't know when Someday, someday But I don't know when Someday, someday But I don't know when |
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| 3:20 |
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Ghost towns along the highway
Guess no one wants to live around here any more Ghost towns along the highway Listen to the wind blow through the Cracks on the boarded-up doors But our love keeps on moving To the nearest faraway place I guess no one believes in Ghost towns along the highway Ghost towns along the main highway Perhaps it's the crossroads of another time Maybe it's too lonely out here But I can hear the voices of misery cryin' Some day these highways will all disappear But our love keeps on moving And the wind keeps blowin' us around I guess no one believes in Ghost towns along the highway Ghost towns along the main highway Ghost towns along the highway So many people used to call this place home Ghost towns along the highway I guess folks they're just bound to roam But our love keeps on moving To the nearest faraway place I guess no one believes in Ghost towns along the highway Ghost towns along the main highway |
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| 5:00 |
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I like my heroes
To be honest and strong I wear t-shirts And blue jeans I try to understand All the cultures of this world I'm an American from the Midwest When I speak I have a southern drawl I mind my manners most of the time When you come down here Stop and stay hello I'm an American from south of the Mason Dixon line I'm an American, I'm an American I respect you and your point of view I'm an American, I'm an American And I wish you good luck with whatever you do I start my day And I'm ready to work I'm responsible And I like to get things done If you ever need some help Come and look my way 'Cause I try to be here for everyone I'm an American, I'm an American I respect you and your point of view I'm an American, I'm an American And I wish you good luck with whatever you do They call me the land of opportunity With our agriculture And beautiful movie stars We can turn our dreams Into a way of life So be happy and be who you are I'm an American, I'm an American I respect you and your point of view I'm an American, I'm an American And I wish you good luck with whatever you do |
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| 4. |
| 4:12 |
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When I think of all the wrong I've done
I can't believe it's me that I'm talking about I bet the same goes for you There is plenty of goodness in this world I hope some day to find it all I hope the same goes for you I hope the same goes for you Thank God for forgiveness I don't know how else we could get along Without forgiveness Without forgiveness I'd like to say I'm sorry now I hope this message is not too late I bet the same goes for you I hope the same goes for you Thank God for forgiveness I don't know how else we could get along Without forgiveness Without forgiveness If there is peace of mind at all I'd like to know it someday I bet the same goes for you I hope the same goes for you I hope the same goes for you Thank God for forgiveness I don't know how else we could get along Without forgiveness Without forgiveness |
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| 4:09 |
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I'm navigating my way down Freedom's Road
Trying to make my way back home I got my foot to the floor But she must need bleeding This car just don't want to roll Freedom's Road must be under construction Sometimes you wonder what kind of freedom they're talking If you're here looking for the devil You'll find him on Freedom's Road Freedom's Road, Freedom's Road If you want to take a ride Well you've got to pay the toll Freedom's Road, Freedom's Road If you're looking for the devil He's out there on Freedom's Road Sometimes there's rape sometimes there'll be murder Sometimes just darkness everywhere No passing signs and barbed wire fences Misinformation but no one cares Freedom's Road can get narrow No one wants to know you If there's no pork in your barrel If you're here looking for the devil He's out there on Freedom's Road Freedom's Road, Freedom's Road If you want to take a ride Well you've got to pay the toll Freedom's Road, Freedom's Road If you're looking for the devil He's out there on Freedom's Road You can drop your bombs You can beat the people senseless But that won't get you anywhere Hide your agendas behind public consensus And say that this world just ain't fair Freedom's Road is a promise to the people You'll never fool us now With all your lying and cheating If you're here wanting a crown in heaven It's out there on Freedom's Road Freedom's Road, Freedom's Road If you want to take a ride Well you've got to pay the toll Freedom's Road, Freedom's Road If you're looking for the devil He's out there on Freedom's Road |
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| 3:22 |
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Look what Jim Crow's done and gone
Went and changed his name Don't know what he's going by these days But he's still actin' the same You can call it what you want to But it's still a minstrel show You can call it what you want to But it's still Jim Crow Jim's probably laying in this morning Hummin' as he sleeps Feeling the glow of another man's woman As she lies beneath his feet Enjoyin' the cool morning breeze Smellin' flowers as he goes Looks like he's changed his ways Ah, but he's still Jim Crow Jim will spend the rest of the day Playin' in some big hotel It's an old song with very bad rhymes But he does it so well He'll make some new acquaintances When he's out on his evening stroll It's amazing that after all this time So many love Big Jim Crow |
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| 4:20 |
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Well I can stand beside
Ideals I think are right And I can stand beside The idea to stand and fight I do believe There's a dream for everyone This is our country There's room enough here For science to live And there's room enough here For religion to forgive And try to understand All the people of this land This is our country From the east coast To the west coast Down the Dixie Highway Back home This is our country That poverty could be Just another ugly thing And bigotry would be Seen only as obscene And the ones that run this land Help the poor and common man This is our country From the east coast To the west coast Down the Dixie Highway Back home This is our country The dream is still alive Some day it will come true And this country it belongs To folks like me and you So let the voice of freedom Sing out through this land This is our country From the east coast To the west coast Down the Dixie Highway Back home This is our country From the east coast To the west coast Down the Dixie Highway Back home This is our country |
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| 3:08 |
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Little girl disappeared and gone
From the rural route Seven days missing something's wrong On the rural route Amber alert all over the nation From the rural route Two lane highway full of cops On the rural route Rural route Police dogs howl from wire cages On the rural route Last seen leavin' a trailer On the rural route Just walkin' home alone On the rural route Newspaper prints her fifth grade picture From the rural route Rural route Air stinks of crystal meth On the rural route Some one predicts a young girl's death On the rural route Father refuses to answer any questions From the rural route The man he runs around with comes up missing Off the rural route Rural route Twenty miles away by a lake On the rural route Girl's body's found, it's been raped By the rural route Twenty-eight year old friend of the father Arrested on the rural route Father traded his daughter for favors On the rural route Rural route Rural route Here's my prayer loud and clear From the rural route Forgive us Lord, get us out of here Off this rural route Oh merciful Father, show us the will Here on the rural route Give us the mercy for the drug-addicted And the mentally ill On the rural route |
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| 9. |
| 4:50 |
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Wish I had an aeroplane
I'd fly away up yonder 'Til I could write me the perfect song It'd be a song for the people It'd be a song that everybody could sing along If you needed a ride You'd have one If you needed a friend I'd be your best one If you got afraid I'd take away all your pain And I'd let you fly In my aeroplane If this song could spread happiness I'd sing it long and loud All over this land I'd teach this song to the troubled And we'd sing it for anybody Who needed a helping hand If you needed a ride You'd have one If you needed a friend I'd be your best one If you got afraid I'd take away all your pain And I'd let you fly In my aeroplane If you had a wish Well I wonder what in the world Your wish might be Would it be a wish of freedom And a joyous noise That could ring out from all eternity If you needed a ride You'd have one If you needed a friend I'd be your best one If you got afraid I'd take away all your pain And I'd let you fly - high In my aeroplane |
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| 4:39 | 
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