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| 2:48 | 
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If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four, Lord I'm 500 miles from my home. 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home. Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name Lord I can't go a-home this a-way This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way, Lord I can't go a-home this a-way. If you miss the train I'm on you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. |
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| 2:53 |
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I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen troubles all my day I'm goin' back to California, Place where I was partly raised. All through this world, I'm bound to ramble. Through storm and wind, Through sleet and rain I'm bound to ride, That northern railroad. Perhaps I'll take The very next train. Your friends, they say I am a stranger You'll never see My face no more There is just one Promise that's given We'll sail on God's golden shore I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen troubles all my day I'm goin' back to California, Place where I was partly raised. |
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| 2:11 |
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| 2:33 |
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| 4:23 |
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| 2:25 |
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| 3:28 |
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The Cruel War is raging, Johnny has to fight
I want to be with him from morning to night. I want to be with him, it grieves my heart so, Won't you let me go with you? No, my love, no. Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day that your Captain will call you and you must obey. Your captain will call you it grieves my heart so, Won't you let me go with you? No, my love, no. I'll tie back my hair, men's clothing I'll put on, I'll pass as your comrade, as we march along. I'll pass as your comrade, no one will ever know. Won't you let me go with you? No, my love, no. Oh Johnny, oh Johnny, I fear you are unkind I love you far better than all of mankind. I love you far better than words can e're express Won't you let me go with you? Yes, my love, yes. Yes, My Love, Yes. |
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| 2:56 |
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When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me,
'Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.' 'Don't put your faith in love, my boy', my father said to me, 'I fear you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree.' Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie A girl so sweet that when she smiled the stars rose in the sky. We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree the music of her laughter hid my father's words from me: Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. One day she left without a word. She took away the sun. And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done. She'd left me for another, it's a common tale but true. A sadder man but wiser now I sing these words to you: Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. |
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| 2:10 |
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If I had a hammer,
I'd hammer in the morning I'd hammer in the evening, All over this land I'd hammer out danger, I'd hammer out a warning, I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters, All over this land. If I had a bell, I'd ring it in the morning, I'd ring it in the evening, All over this land I'd ring out danger, I'd ring out a warning I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sisters, All over this land. If I had a song, I'd sing it in the morning, I'd sing it in the evening, All over this land I'd sing out danger, I'd sing out a warning I'd sing out love between my brothers and my sisters, All over this land. Well I got a hammer, And I got a bell, And I got a song to sing, all over this land. It's the hammer of Justice, It's the bell of Freedom, It's the song about Love between my brothers and my sisters, All over this land. It's the hammer of Justice, It's the bell of Freedom, It's the song about Love between my brothers and my sisters, All over this land. |
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| 2:46 |
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| 3:55 |
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Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago? Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls have picked them everyone. Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing? Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago? Where have all the young girls gone? Gone for husbands everyone. Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing? Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago? Where have all the husbands gone? Gone for soldiers everyone Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing? Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago? Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to graveyards, everyone. Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing? Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago? Where have all the graveyards gone? Gone to flowers, everyone. Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing? Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago? Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls have picked them everyone. Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? |
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