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I never read it in a book, I never saw it on a show
But I heard it in the alley on a weird radio If you want a drink of water, you got to get it from a well If you want to get to Heaven, you got to raise a little hell I never felt it in my feet, I've never felt it in my soul But I heard it the alley, now it's in my rock and roll If you want to know a secret, you got to promise not to tell If you want to get to Heaven, you got to raise a little hell I never thought it'd be so easy, I never thought it'd be so fun But I heard it in the alley, now I've got it on the run If you want to see an angel, you got to find it where it fell If you want to get to Heaven, you got to raise a little hell If you want to get to Heaven If you want to get to Heaven If you want to get to Heaven If you want to get to Heaven |
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| 4:11 |
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Ooh-hoo-hoo, Jackie Blue
Lives her life from inside of a room Hides her smile when she's wearing a frown Ooh, Jackie, you're not so down You like your life in a freeform style You'll take an inch but you'd love a mile There never seems to be quite enough Floating around to fill your lovin' cup Ooh-hoo-hoo, Jackie Blue What's a game, girl, if you never lose? Ask a winner, and you'll probably find Ooh, Jackie, they've lost at some time Don't try to tell me that you're not aware Of what you're doing and that you don't care You say it's easy, just a natural thing Like playing music, but you never sing Ooh-hoo-hoo, Jackie Blue Making wishes that never come true Going places where you've never been Ooh, Jackie, you're going again Ooh-hoo-hoo, Jackie Blue Lives a dream that can never come true Making love is like sifting through sand Ooh, Jackie, it slips through your hand Every day, in your indigo eyes I watch the sunset but I don't see it rise Moonlight and stars in your strawberry wine You'd take the world but you won't take the time Ooh-hoo-hoo, Jackie Blue Lives her life from inside of a room Makes you think that her life is a drag Ooh Jackie, what fun you have had Ooh, Jackie Ooh, Jackie Ooh, Jackie Ooh, Jackie Hey, hey, hey, hey |
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| 3. |
| 3:14 |
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(HARP INTRO)
well look see the moon comes risin' - tomorrow is yesterday he left his home and now he's gone - a hopin' to find a way a story of Rueben the cobbler - I'll tell you in this style how he went down the road with his load - and shouted for a thousand miles oh country girl, oh won't ya come to me tonight oh country girl, smother me with delight oh country girl, ya drive away the pain oh country girl, ya make sunshine of the rain (HARP SOLO) with a hop and a hoop and a holler - he carried out his dues till the rotted roof made the push - that took old Rueben's shoes and I wonder to be there with him - in that sky of grey we'd sit on a cloud and cry out loud - till tomorrow is yesterday oh country girl, oh won't ya come to me tonight oh country girl, smother me with delight oh country girl, ya drive away the pain oh country girl, ya make sunshine of the rain oh country girl, oh won't ya come to me tonight oh country girl, smother me with delight oh country girl, oh, ya drive away the pain oh country girl, oh, ya make sunshine of the rain ya make sunshine |
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| 3:08 |
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When the man comes to you
Tells you what you always knew was comin' You feel it came twice as fast You always thought the world would last way past you But now you find it's time 'cause there's nothin' left around you Spaceship orion's there waiting to part the air above you ?? Waiting to take you Waiting to place you In a world exactly different From the one you leave behind If you find it man you're lucky But it still won't be the same If can't be like home It can't feel like home To you there It can't be like home It can't feel like home To you there If can't be like home It can't feel like home To you there |
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| 3:54 |
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I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for the wind to blow
I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for the wind to blow I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for my seeds to grow I been walkin' on the ground, waitin' for the guns to quit I been walkin' on the ground, waitin' for the guns to quit I been walkin' on the ground, waitin' for the pieces to fit HARP SOLO (1 Harp) HARP SOLO (2 Harps) HARP SOLO (3 Harps) better get back to the country, look around and find you ahome better get back to the country, look around and find you ahome better get back to the country, that's where we all come from I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for the wind to blow I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for the wind to blow I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for my seeds to grow(whew!) I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for my seeds to grow I been standin' on the rock, waitin' for my seeds to grow |
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| 4:51 |
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(FIDDLE, GUITAR & HARP INTRO)
There's a card game in the courtyard and the winner loses all when the judge checks his supper it's so small and the hills are grey with trouble and the dry spring gathers dust your lover's crying in the valley she lost her trust (HARP SOLO) but there is a road to glory somehow hidden in the past behind the gold, behind the treasure behind the mask then comes a team of four white horses and a lady with night-black hair and she looks to be such a fine one but is she really there I've gotta knooooooooow I've gotta knooooooooow I've gotta knooooooooooooooooooooooooow............. |
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| 3:45 |
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I've got a moon out of my window
In the night And I've got a sun out of my doorway When it gets light I've got stones on a mountain And a clear blue windswept sky Thank you Lord You made it right, you made it right And I've got a woman to love me When I'm gone And I've got stars to find me The way back home I've got rain in the morning When I'm stranded all alone Thank you Lord You made it right, you made it right I've been standing on a hillside In the night I've been singing 'bout the good things In the light There's a new star on the horizon And it nearly fills the sky Thank you Lord You made it right, you made it right |
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| 9. |
| 3:34 |
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(PIANO & GUITAR INTRO)
well, babe, you could be a standing in my kitchen or floating on your back in a deep blue sea a wiser is the man who seeks new visions and tries to keep his heart and mind toll-free look away, oh, Lord, look away, yeah look away, oh, Lord, look away a running along, peeking down hole and alley just tryin' to find the Gospel, don't you know I heared the sound of a cryin' down in the valley, but what is there is only sticks and stones look away, oh, Lord, look away, yeah look away, oh, Lord, look away (GUITAR SOLO) a checking it out in town I'm feeling lonely, you know that some of them women sure look good a checking it up and down, now you should have told me there ain't no pretty things in my neighborhood look away, oh, Lord, look away, yeah look away, oh, Lord, look away (short GUITAR SOLO) look awaaay, look awaaay, look awaaay |
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| 3:32 |
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(GUITAR INTRO)
E. E. Lawson at the general store Highway K with the red front door a pot belly stove and a hardwood floor you call E. E. Lawson and what does he send? he sends eggs, chicks, chicks and hens, cocks and hides and butter-fat skins E. E. Lawson, he's a hell of a man E. E. Lawson for a one-night stand E. E. Lawson he got him a plan you go to E. E. Lawson on a Saturday night the heat's out front but they're rockin' inside you knock three times and you know it's all right you go to E. E. Lawson and what do you find? you find dogs, hogs, frogs, and wine home-made beer and a lot of free time E. E. Lawson, he's a hell of a man E. E. Lawson for a one-night stand E. E. Lawson, he got him a plan (DOBRO SOLO) E. E. Lawson on a Sunday morn he's sittin' on the porch with a barrel of corn he don't talk back but a day's been born you call E. E. Lawson and what does he send? he sends eggs, chicks, chicks, and hens cocks and hides and butter-fat skins E. E. Lawson, he's a hell of a man E. E. Lawson for a one-night stand E. E. Lawson, he got him a plan he got him a plan |
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| 3:13 |
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(GUITAR INTRO)
I've got a mountain of dreams to climb 'fore I get to that house on the hill that keeps the lady of my morning in a brown earthen pot on the sill of the window that looks out across the valley, probably always will I'll make sure no one is watching me like ev'ry good and successful thief and maybe tomorrow when the sun goes down I'll have put an end to this grief by giving myself a potted plant and a rainbow, calling it a wreath she's the energy that runs my day and the first star out at night by God, I'm gonna climb that hill if it takes, ev'ry bit of my my might in the morning the early summer breezes call me away from my warm sleeping bed and fill me up with expectations of filling this hole in my head that was left long ago somewhere in my lifetime, left me feeling dead she's the energy that runs my day and the first star out at night by God, I'm gonna climb that hill if it takes, ev'ry bit of my might I've got a mountain of dreams to climb 'fore I get to that house on the hill that keeps the lady of my morning in a brown earthen pot on the sill of the window that looks out across the valley, probably always will |
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| 3:26 |
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(GUITAR & PIANO INTRO)
well, I'm walkin' down the road with my hat on my head had to leave my mama in my big brass bed well, sun is shinin' on me and you know it sure feels fine Lord, I made it to the station with my suitcase in my hand walked up to the window like a nat'ral born man said I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time (choo-choo, choo-choo) Lord, I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time well, these two dollar shoes, Lord, they hurt my feet, but that fifty-cent liquor, well it could not be beat and I see no reason, reason to be sad 'cause I'm goin' where them cold, cold winds don't blow where the streams and rivers, Lord, they all run slow ain't no use in cryin', cryin' over what you had Lord, ain't no use in cryin', cryin over what you had (NATIONAL STEEL SOLO) (ahhh, ahhh) well, I'm walkin' down the road with my hat on my head had to leave my mama in my big brass bed well, sun is shinin' on me and you know it sure feels fine Lord, I made it to the station with my suitcase in my hand walked up to the window like a nat'ral born man said I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time (choo-choo, choo-choo) Lyrics are copyright 1972, 1975, Lost Cabin Music |
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| 3:40 |
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The old cat on the roof.
He could stand a little push. Cause he's got nine good lives to live. But like my Mama said. You only live till your dead. And you got to give and give and give. Theres a pebble in a pond. Going on and on. Making waves and tides and ripples and rain. Theres a leaf in the wind. That don't no where to end. Chasing days and waves and wishes and dreams Seems like everyone is out, looking for the sun. Singing rain and pain on he who hesitates. But it'll shine when it shines. You might think I'm wasting time. But I'm just a good old boy that's learned to wait. Wipperwil's in the Dawn. Pretty soon he'll be gone. But he's got one good song to sing. But like my Daddy said. It's in your heart not your head. And you've got to sing and sing and sing. Theres a window in the wall. Looking out on it all. Leavin' fears and tears and troubles along. Theres a fire in the stove. Keeping out the cold. Warming wine and winters and babies and homes. Seems like everyone is out looking for the sun. Singing rain and pain on he who hesitates. But it'll shine when it shines. You might think I'm waisting time. but I'm just a good old boy thats learned to wait. Yes i'm just a good old boy thats learned to wait. |
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| 2:54 |
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| 4:01 |
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If I fell off to sleep
and did not wake would the lord my soul to take?? And could the land that I've know also die? Do you think of you and wonder why? Down in Leatherwood that thought we'd leave behind Down in Leatherwood Country love's gonna steal your mind and we aint never gonna be blue........ be blue... Was a house all flooded by the rain or did I once live it in a dream of throwing all good minutes to the sea? Did you know the sky could also bleed? Down in Leatherwood that thought we'd leave behind Down in Leatherwood Country love's gonna steal your mind and we aint never gonna be blue....... be blue... |
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| 2:24 |
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(GUITARS INTRO)
cobblestone mountain it was made by hand from the magic and mortar of a cobblestone man cobblestone mountain it was laid by hand from the magic and mortar in a cobblestone land magic and mortar in a cobblestone land listen to me children here's a riddle and a rhyme 'bout a man who built a mountain that an angel couldn't climb he built it with the skill and the magic that he learned when he found the holy river and the river boat burned cobblestone mountain it was made by hand from the magic and mortar of a cobblestone man cobblestone mountain it was laid by hand from the magic and mortar in a cobblestone land magic and mortar in a cobblestone land (CELLO SOLO) listen to me children here's a word to the wise I got it from the man with the cobblestone eyes take it with a chuckle or a grain of salt but if the cobblestone buckles then it's all your own fault cobblestone mountain it was made by hand from the magic and mortar of a cobblestone man cobblestone mountain it was laid by hand from the magic and mortar in a cobblestone land magic and mortar in a cobblestone land magic and mortar in a cobblestone land magic and mortar in a cobblestone land Lyrics are copyright 1975, 1976 Steve Cash |
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| 3:13 |
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(HARPSICHORD INTRO)
just about a hundred years or so ago ten men rode their way down the mighty colorado and as I read about their journey I couldn't help but feel a very similar yearning to mr. powell and I wish that I could have been there with him the way he talked about the river, I could tell the revelations he must have felt within himself, the realization of what man's supposed to do, I feel it too (FLUTE SOLO) as they would ride over the waves as they would glide over the waves the river forged its way through canyons that were so high that the clouds would float within them cascade fountains moss surrounded on through a gorge grand beyond description and the river rolls and like a whirlpool it sets my mind to spinnin' can you imagine walls that went so high the sky would be nothing more than a single thin blue line and rocks would rainbow their way up to the sky as they would ride over the waves as they would glide over the waves you'd hear them singing, singing ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh... Lyrics are copyright 1973, 1976 Larry Lee |
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| 2:38 |
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| 5:07 |
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(GUITARS & BASS INTRO)
(spoken) ...city street hang out thumbs in pocket black jacket black jack dego-red Manhattenized-Bohemia of Southern California, tough punk of cool, futuristic Montana... (sung) well, have you ever been mixed up feel like you're in a stick-up, a hold-up, a robbery in progress? well, I have well, have you ever been faked out feel like you're in a stake-out, a cook-out, barbequed chicken? well, I have come on, mama, get on the yo-yo we're all givin up down in the arroyo have you ever been stranded feel like you never landed, a bandit, a merchant of Venice? well, I have well, have you even been tumbled feel like you're in a jungle, a jingle, a town in New Jersey? well, I have come on, mama, get on the yo-yo we're all givin up down in the arroyo (SAX SOLO) well have you ever been hungry feel like you're gettin' ugly ornery, and everybody's greasy? well, I have well have you ever been zooey feel like you're David Bowie, a truly unidentified person? well, I have come on, mama, get on the yo-yo we're all givin up down in the arroyo (SAX SOLO) (spoken) ...there is a possibility of ... something running parallel... what something is, it might be called something other than what could be the same thing, but uh, what could be the right thing in other words, it might be a contigent-pository, if what you are doing at the same time that you are doing something else... ... let's take, for example, if you were born on Lake Michigan... Lyrics are copyright 1976, Steve Cash |
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| 4:15 |
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(FIDDLE INTRO)
have you ever felt yourself in a place a little strange where nothin' seemed the way it should be and every time you'd set your sight and take an aim things would change, move out of range have you stood in the sunshine and seen darkness everywhere have you looked for a seashell on a street has it made much difference that you've never had to share you've just given, given it all to the wind you've just given, given it all to the wind (FIDDLE SOLO) when you finally find yourself in the middle of a dream and the vision slowly slips away it's hard to hold yourself in the middle of a stream you just give in, giving it all to the wind you just give in, giving it all to the wind (FIDDLE SOLO) Lyrics are copyright 1977, Larry Lee |
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| 4:08 |
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(INTRO)
like Houdini in the river with a lock he couldn't see when you think you hit the bottom then you better find the key like Custer at the Horn when he turned around and said "when you think you fin'lly got 'em, you're just as good as dead" it's a time warp puttin' wrinkles in your skin it's a rockabilly music make you silly in the end it's a time warp puttin' circles on your eyes it's a rockabilly music that's a blessing in disguise like Ponce de Leon speakin' Spanish in the swamp "I was lookin' for a fountain, but it's water that I want" like Pike at the top and ev'ry other freak "I was lookin' for a mountain, I took a little peak" it's a time warp puttin' wrinkles in your skin it's a rockabilly music make you silly in the end it's a time warp puttin' circles on your eyes it's a rockabilly music that's a blessing in disguise (ELECTRIC PIANO SOLO) (ELECTRIC GUITAR SOLO) like Buddah at the sermon when he didn't say a word if you think you hear a flower, it's a flower that you heard like da Vinci on the roof with his arm in a sling, "A man's got the power, but a bird's got the wing" it's a time warp puttin' wrinkles in your skin it's a rockabilly music make you silly in the end it's a time warp puttin' circles on your eyes it's a rockabilly music that's a blessing in disguise like Vincent Van Gogh when he chopped off his ear, "I'd like to give her twenty, but I still gotta hear" like Crockett at the wall lookin' back to Tennessee, "the livin' costs you plenty, but the dyin's still for free" it's a time warp puttin' wrinkles in your skin it's a rockabilly music make you silly in the end it's a time warp puttin' circles on your eyes it's a rockabilly music that's a blessing in disguise (Kazoo Solo w/ whistles, snorts, & ?) Lyrics are copyright 1973, 1976, Steve Cash & Randle Chowning |
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