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I had a hard run
Running from your window I was all night running, running, running I wonder if you care? I had a run-in Run around and run down Run around a corner Run smack into a tree I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Dressed myself in green I went down to the sea Try to see what's going down Maybe read between the lines Had a feeling I was falling, falling, falling Turned around to see Heard a voice calling, calling, calling You was comin after me Back to me I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Ran into a rainstorm Ducked into a bar door It was all night pouring, pouring rain But not a drop on me Test me, test me Why don't you arrest me? Throw me in the jail house Until the sun goes down Till it go down I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore |
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Next time you see me things won't be the same,
Next time you see me things won't be the same, If it hurts you my darling, you only got yourself to blame. Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold. Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold. Like the good book says, you gotta reap what you sow. Well, you lied, cheated -- woh-oh! for so long, Well, you lied, cheated -- woh-oh! for so long, You were wrong to do it woman, and another queen is on your throne. Next time you see me things won't be the same, Next time you see me things won't be the same, If it hurts you my darling, you only got yourself to blame. Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold. Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold. Like the good book says, you gotta reap what you sow. |
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Look for awhile at the China Cat Sunflower
proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun Copper-dome Bodhi drip a silver kimono like a crazy-quilt stargown through a dream night wind Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana like a one-eyed Cheshire like a diamond-eye Jack A leaf of all colors plays a golden string fiddle to a double-e waterfall over my back Comic book colors on a violin river crying Leonardo words from out a silk trombone I rang a silent bell beneath a shower of pearls in the eagle wing palace of the Queen Chinee |
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We can share the women
We can share the wine We can share what we got of yours 'Cause we done shared all of mine Keep a rolling Just a mile to go Keep on rolling, my old buddy You're moving much too slow I just jumped the watchman Right outside the fence Took his ring, four bucks in change Now ain't that heaven sent? Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon Burns my eyes to see Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon Might as well be me We used to play for silver Now we play for life One's for sport and one's for blood At the point of a knife Now the die is shaken Now the die must fall There ain't a winner in this game Who don't go home with all Not with all... Leaving Texas Fourth day of July Sun so hot, clouds so low The eagles filled the sky Catch the Detroit Lightning Out of Santa Fe Great Northern out of Cheyenne From sea to shining sea Gotta get to Tulsa First train we can ride Got to settle one old score And one small point of pride... Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon Keep him from the sun Ain't no bed will give us rest, man, You keep us on the run Jack Straw from Wichita Cut his buddy down Dug for him a shallow grave And layed his body down Half a mile from Tucson By the morning light One man gone and another to go My old buddy you're moving much too slow We can share the women we can share the wine... |
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Well my mama told me, my papa told me too,
Now my mama told me, papa told me too, Well I shouldn't be here tryin' to sing these railroad blues. Wish I had a'listened to what my mama said, Wish I had a'listened to what my mama said, Well I wouldn't be here tryin' to sleep in this cold iron bed. Well I went to the depot, I never got there on time, Went down to the depot, never got there on time. Well my train done left, she's a rollin' down the line. Mister jailer go away now, don't tell me no lies, Mister jailer go away, don't tell me no lies, When the train's going down, she's rollin' down the line. Well my mama told me, my papa told me too, Now my mama told me, papa told me too, Well I shouldn't be here tryin' to sing these railroad blues. |
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Some folks trust to reason
Others trust to might I don't trust to nothing But I know it come out right Say it once again now Oh I hope you understand When it's done and over Lord, a man is just a man Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Some folks look for answers Others look for fights Some folks up in treetops Just look to see the sights I can tell your future Look what's in your hand But I can't stop for nothing I'm just playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Standing on a tower World at my command You just keep a turning While I'm playing in the band If a man among you Got no sin upon his hand Let him cast a stone at me For playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land |
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I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine,
Looked up in the heavens Lord I saw a mighty sign, Writt'n fire across the heaven, plain as black and white; Get prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight. Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night, Hey Saturday night! Everybody's dancin' down the local armory With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery. The temperature keeps risin', everybody gittin' high; Come the rockin' stroke of midnite, the whole place gonna fly. Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night, Hey Saturday night! Turn on channel six, the President comes on the news, Says, "I get no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues." His wife say "Don't get crazy, Lord, you know just what to do, Crank up that old Victrola, put on them rockin' shoes." Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night, Hey Saturday night! Then God way up in heaven, for whatever it was worth, Thought He'd have a big old party, thought He'd call it planet Earth. Don't worry about tomorrow, Lord, you'll know it when it comes, When the rock and roll music meets the risin' sun. |
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