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| 2. |
| 2:18 | 
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The first thing I remember knowin’
Was a lonesome whistle blowin’ And a young'un's dream of growing up to ride On a freight train leavin’ town Not knowin’ where I'm bound And no one could change my mind but Mama tried One and only rebel child From a family meek and mild My Mama seemed to know what lay in store In spite all my Sunday learnin’ Towards the bad, I kept a-turnin’ Till Mama couldn't hold me anymore And I turned twenty-one in prison Doing life without parole No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried Mama tried to raise me better But her pleading I denied That leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried Dear old Daddy, rest his soul Left my mom a heavy load She tried so very hard to fill his shoes Working hours without rest Wanted me to have the best She tried to raise me right, but I refused And I turned twenty-one in prison Doing life without parole No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried Mama tried to raise me better But her pleading, I denied That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried |
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| 3. |
| 3:03 |
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Let me be a little kinder
Let me be a little blinder To the faults of those around me Let me praise a little more Let me be, when I am weary Just a little bit more cheery Think a little more of others And a little less of me Let me be a little braver When temptation bids me waver Let me strive a little harder To be all that I should be Let me be a little meeker With a brother that is weaker Let me think more of my neighbour And a little less of me Let me be, when I am weary Just a little bit more cheery Let me serve a little better Those that I am striving for Let me be a little meeker With a brother that is weaker Think a little more of others And a little less of me |
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| 4. |
| 3:32 |
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Oh, T for Texas, T for Tennessee (T for Texas, T for Tennessee)
Oh, T for Texas, T for Tennessee (T for Texas, T for Tennessee) Oh, T for Thelma (T For Thelma) That gal done made a wreck out of me If you don't want me mama you sure don't have to call (T for Texas, T for Tennessee) If you don't want me mama you sure don't have to call (T for Texas, T for Tennessee) I can get more women (Get more women) Than a passenger train can haul I'm going where the water drinks like cherry wine I'm going where the water drinks like cherry wine 'Cause this Georgia water tastes like turpentine Oh, T for Texas, T for Tennessee (T for Texas, T for Tennessee) Oh, T for Texas, T for Tennessee (T for Texas, T for Tennessee) Oh, T for Thelma (T For Thelma) That gal done made a wreck out of me I'm gonna buy me a pistol just because I’m tall (T for Texas, T for Tennessee) I'm gonna buy me a pistol just because I’m tall (T for Texas, T for Tennessee) I'm gonna shoot poor Thelma (Shoot poor Thelma) Just to see her run and jump and fall I'd rather drink muddy water, sleep in a hollow log I'd rather drink muddy water, sleep in a hollow log Than to be in Atlanta, treated like a dirty dog Oh, T for Texas, T for Tennessee (T for Texas, T for Tennessee) Oh, T for Texas, T for Tennessee (T for Texas, T for Tennessee) Oh, T for Thelma (T For Thelma) That gal done made a wreck out of me |
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| 5. |
| 2:58 |
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I wonder if I care as much
As I did before... Last night I cried myself to sleep For the one that makes me weep I dried my eyes to greet the day, And wondered why I had to pay The tears that I have shed by day Give relief and wash away The memory of the night before I wonder if I'll suffer more I wonder if I care as much As I did before... My pride is made to say forgive, And take the blame for what you did, It's your mistakes I'm thinkin' of, I wonder if I'm still in love. My heart can't thrive on misery, My life it has no destiny, When things get more Than I can bear, I ask myself "Do I still care?" I wonder if I care as much As I did before.. |
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| 6. |
| 2:50 |
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Everyone thinks I’ve been gone for too long
I only went for a ride Down to the boulevard where I could see All of the windows and what was inside Me, I don’t know why she liked me It was a hayride, a day-ride or more I can’t remember the time It was a slow walk, a fast talk for sure We had an ice cream for only a dime We had the good time, she wanted We took a minute and in it I smiled There in the shade of the day She liked the man, I admired the child There was no other and no better way To spend a good day together |
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| 2:30 |
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Beyond this maze of city streets
Beyond these painted faces There's a road that leads to cool green fields And girls that dress in laces Everyone has a front porch swing Every house a parlour When the throat is dry an' parched with thirst There's more than just spring water Shady Grove, my little miss Shady Grove, my darlin' Shady Grove, my little miss Come with me to Harlan Chestnut hair in the mornin' sun Looks like it's catchin' on fire She's long, she's lean, she won't run She fills me with desire Kentucky eyes look up at me From a bed of yellow daisies The sun is warm, her kiss is hot She's gonna drive me crazy Shady Grove, my little miss Shady Grove, my darlin' Shady Grove, my little miss Come with me to Harlan Shady Grove, my little miss Shady Grove, my darlin' Shady Grove, my little miss Come with me to Harlan Shady Grove, my little miss Shady Grove, my darlin' Shady Grove, my little miss Come with me to Harlan |
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| 8. |
| 2:12 |
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Clean Prairie winds blow from Rockford to Cairo
Over the cornfields that gleam in the sun And off in the east glow, the lights of Chicago When daylight is ended and night has begun In Illinois, Illinois The skyline, the stockyard, The Gold coast, the grain fields Chicago, the giant, that leads all the rest Chicago where trains roll, into the station The heart of the nation, the start of the West In Illinois, Illinois In Illinois, Illinois Blue haze of winter Hangs over the Prairie Feel the soft winds of spring Chase the chill from the air Bright August morning When the warm summer rains falls And brisk autumn days With a harvest to share In Illinois, Illinois Illinois, Illinois |
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| 2:16 |
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| 10. |
| 2:17 |
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First you tell me that you care,
Now you're gone, you got me cryin' No use denyin', You done me wrong If I could look inside your heart, Maybe I could find a reason, That you're leavin' You done me wrong Well you know it's not so When you say you tried Well you know you lied I didn't do one wrong thing to you If I could look inside your heart, Maybe I could find a reason, That you're leavin' You done me wrong Well you're telling everyone, Just what you done, You think it's funny Ah listen honey, You done me wrong Did I ever make you sad So you be mad enough to hurt me And desert me, You done me wrong Well you know it's not so When you say you tried Well you know you lied I didn't do one wrong thing to you If I could look inside your heart, Maybe I could find a reason, That you're leavin' You done me wrong |
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| 11. |
| 2:48 |
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Barefoot girl has got a pretty jewel
Telling everyone about the way it shines Barefoot boy is grinning like a fool Doesn't really want to get her off his mind Turn around the summer's almost over Turn around the summer's almost gone Barefoot girl is buying winter clothes Packing everything she owns and rides away Barefoot boy don't care to see her go Would give anything if she would only stay Turn around the summer's almost over Turn around until the winter's gone Midnight wind is blowing awfully hard Racing all the trains down along the track Barefoot boy is standing in the yard Afraid to go and see the barefoot girl come back Turn around the days are not so lonely Turn around before the summer's gone Turn around before the night is over Turn around no need to be alone |
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| 12. |
| 5:19 |
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The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say good-bye like all the rest And I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell “Let my guitar playing friend do my request.” “Let him... Sing me back home a song I used to hear Make my old memories come alive Take me away and turn back the years Sing me back home before I die” I recall last Sunday morning a choir from off the street Came in to sing a few old gospel songs And I heard him tell the singers, “There's a song my mama sang Could I hear it once before you move along?” “Won't you... Sing me back home, a song I used to hear? Make my old memories come alive Please take me away and turn back the years Sing me back home before I die” |
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| 2:44 |
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