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| 2:33 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:23 | 
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Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, go to sleep you little baby.
When you wake you shall have all the pretty little horses. Dapples and greys, pintos and bays, all the pretty little horses. Way down yonder, in the meadow, poor little baby cryin, 'mama'; Birds and the butterflies flutter round his eyes, poor little baby cryin' 'mama'. Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, go to sleep you little baby. When you wake you shall have all the pretty little horses. Dapples and greys, pintos and bays, all the pretty little horses. |
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| 3. |
| 4:39 |
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| 4. |
| 3:42 |
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| 5. |
| 2:58 |
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Chorus:
Go tell it on the mountain, over the hill and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain, to let My people go. Who's that yonder dressed in red, let My people go Must be the children that Moses led, let My people go Who's that yonder dressed in red, Must be the children that Moses led Go tell it on the mountain, to let My people go. (Chorus) Who's that yonder dressed in white, let My people go Must be the children of the Israelite, let My people go Who's that yonder dressed in white, Must be the children of the Israelite Go tell it on the mountain, to let My people go (Chorus) Who's that yonder dressed in black, let My people go Must be the hypocrites turnin' back, let My people go Who's that yonder dressed in black, Must be the hypocrites turnin' back (Chorus) |
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| 6. |
| 4:10 |
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| 7. |
| 3:13 |
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Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine.
He never drank water, he always drank wine. His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold. And the worth of his saddle has never been told. Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare. And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all, Came a-prancin′ and a-dancin′ my noble Stewball. I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay If I′d have bet on ol′ Stewball, I′d be a free man today. Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans. I′m a poor boy in trouble, I′m a long way from home. Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. He never drank water,he always drank wine. |
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| 3:20 |
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All my trials Lord, soon be over.
>Hush little baby, don't you cry >You know your mama was born to die >All my trials, Lord, soon be over Too late my brothers, too late, but never mind. All my trials Lord, soon be over. I had a little book was given to me, And every page spelled Liberty. All my trials Lord, soon be over. If religion were a thing that money could buy, The rich would live and the poor would die. All my trials Lord, soon be over. >The river Jordan is chilly and cold >It chills the body but warms the soul > All my trials, Lord, soon be over There is a tree in Paradise The Pilgrims call it 'The Tree Of Life' All my trials Lord, soon be over. Too late my brothers, too late, but never mind. All my trials Lord, soon be over. All my trials Lord, soon be over. |
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| 9. |
| 3:17 |
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| 10. |
| 2:48 |
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| 11. |
| 2:07 |
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| 12. |
| 2:57 |
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Blowin’ in the wind
How many roads must a man walk down Before they call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many years must a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? How many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? How many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? How many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? How many deaths will it take 'til he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind. |
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