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Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again On the road again Goin' places that I've never been Seein' things that I may never see again, And I can't wait to get on the road again. On the road again Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world be turnin' our way And our way Is on the road again Just can't wait to get on the road again The life I love is makin' music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again On the road again Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world be turnin' our way And our way Is on the road again Just can't wait to get on the road again The life I love is makin' music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again And I can't wait to get on the road again |
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| 2. |
| 3:02 |
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I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy,
and Lovin' the cowboy ways. Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes, I burned up my childhood days. I learned of all the rules of the modern-day drifter, Don't you hold on to nothin' too long. Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them, With the words of a sad country song. My heroes have always been cowboys. And they still are, it seems. Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of, Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams. Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery, From being alone too long. You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare, Knowin' well that your best days are gone. Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen, I let the words of my years fade away. Old worn-out saddles, and 'old worn-out memories, With no one and no place to stay. My heroes have always been cowboys. And they still are, it seems. Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of, Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams. Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of, Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams. |
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| 3. |
| 2:18 |
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In the twilight glow I see you
이글거리는 황혼녘에서 난 그대를 바라봅니다 Blue eyes crying in the rain 빗속에서 우는 그대의 슬픈 눈동자 As we kissed goodbye and parted 우리가 작별의 키스를 하고 떠날 때 I knew we'd never meet again 난 우리가 결코 다시는 못 만날거라는 걸 알았지요 Love is like a dying ember 사랑은 죽어가는 장작불 같아요 Only memories remain 단지 추억만 남아 있을 뿐 Through the ages I'll remember 비록 시간이 지난다해도 난 기억할 겁니다 Blue eyes crying in the rain 빗속에서 울던 그대의 슬픈 눈동자를 Now my hair has turned to silver 이제 나의 머리는 은빛으로 변했고 All my life I've loved in vain 나의 모든 삶에서 난 헛되이 사랑을 했나봐요 I can see her star in heaven 난 천국에 있는 그녀의 별을 볼 수 있어요 Blue eyes crying in the rain 빗속에서 울던 그대의 슬픈 눈동자를 Someday when we meet up yonder 언젠가는 우리가 천국에서 만나겠지요 We'll stroll hand in hand again 우린 다시 손을 잡고 산책을 할 수 있을거예요 In a land that knows no parting 이별이 없는 그 영원한 세계에서 Blue eyes crying in the rain 빗속에서 울던 그대의 슬픈 눈동자 |
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| 3:18 |
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I've got a long list of real good reasons
For all the things I've done I've got a picture in the back of my mind Of what I've lost and what I've won I've survived every situation Knowing when to freeze and when to run And regret is just a memory written on my brow And there's nothing I can do about it now. I've got a wild and a restless spirit I held my price through every deal I've seen the fire of a woman's scorned Turn her heart of gold to steal I've got the song of the voice inside me Set to the rhythm of the wheel And I've been dreaming like a child Since the cradle broke the bow And there's nothing I can do about it now. Running through the changes Going through the stages Coming round the corners in my life Leaving doubt to fate Staying out too late Waiting for the moon to say goodniight And I could cry for the time I've wasted But that's a waste of time and tears, And I know just what I'd change If went back in time somehow But there's nothing I can do about it now Running through the changes Going through the stages Coming round the corners in my life Leaving doubt to fate Staying out too late Waiting for the moon to say goodniight And I could cry for the time I've wasted But that's a waste of time and tears And I know just what I'd change If went back in time somehow But there's nothing I can do about it now. I'm forgiving everything that forgiveness will allow And there's nothing I can do about it now |
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| 5. |
| 4:19 |
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Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through.
An' just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind. Georgia, Georgia, a song of you, Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines. Other arms reach out to me; Other eyes smile tenderly. Still in peaceful dreams I see, The road leads back to you. Georgia, Georgia, no peace I find. Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind. Instrumental break. Georgia, Georgia, no peace I find. Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind. Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind. On my mind. On my mind. On my mind. On my mind. On my mind. On my mind. On my mind. To Fade out. |
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| 6. |
| 3:20 |
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Give Us Your Tired And Weak And We Will Make Them Strong Bring Us Your Foreign Songs And We Will Sing Along Leave Us Your Broken Dreams We'll Give Them Time To Mend There's Still A Lot Of Love Living In The Promiseland Living In The Promiseland Our Dreams Are Made Of Steel The Prayer Of Every Man Is To Know How Freedom Feels There Is A Winding Road Across The Shifting Sand And Room For Everyone Living In The Promiseland So They Came From A Distant Isle Nameless Woman, Faitheless Child Like A Bad Dream Until There Was No Room At All No Place To Run, And No Place To Fall Give Us Our Daily Bread We Have No Shoes To Wear No Place To Call Our Home Only This Cross To Bear We Are The Multitudes Lend Us A Helping Hand Is There No Love Anymore Living In The Promiseland Living In The Promiseland Our Dreams Are Made Of Steel The Prayer Of Every Man Is To Know How Freedom Feels There Is A Winding Road Across The Shifting Sand And Room For Everyone Living In The Promiseland |
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| 8. |
| 3:31 |
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Maybe I didn't treat you Quite
as good as I should have 어쩌면 나 내가 할 수 있는 만큼 당신에게 잘 대해주지 않았는지도 몰라요 Maybe I didn't love you Quite as often as I could have 어쩌면 나 최선을 다해서 당신을 사랑하지 않았는지도 몰라요 Little things I should have said and done 작은 부분까지 말해주고 해줬어야 했는데 I just never took the time 그러질 못했어요 You were always on my mind 내 맘속엔 언제나 당신이 있었는데 You are always on my mind 내 맘속엔 언제나 당신이 있었는데 Maybe I didn't hold you All those lonely, lonely times 어쩌면 당신이 정말 외롭고 외로웠을 때 당신을 안아주지도 않았을 거에요 And I guess I never told you I'm so happy that you're mine 당신이 내 사랑이어서 너무 행복하다고 말한 적도 없네요 If I make you feel second best 당신이 뒷전이라는 그런 느낌이 들었다면 Girl, I'm sorry I was blind 그대, 정말 미안해요 내가 바보였어요 You were always on my mind 내 맘속엔 언제나 당신이 있었는데 You are always on my mind 내 맘속엔 언제나 당신이 있었는데 Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died 말해줘요.. 당신의 달콤한 사랑이 사라지지 않았다고 말해줘요 Give me, give me one more chance 내게 줘요.. 한번만 더 기회를 내게 주세요 To keep you satisfied, satisfied 당신을 만족시킬 수 있는 기회를 줘요 Little things I should have said and done 작은 부분까지 말하고 행동했어야 했는데 I just never took the time 그런 적이 없었어요 You were always on my mind 내 맘속엔 언제나 당신이 있었는데 You are always on my mind 내 맘속엔 언제나 당신이 있었는데 |
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| 9. |
| 4:48 |
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Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail All along the south-bound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee And rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passin' trains that have no names And freight yards full of old black men And the grave-yards of the rusted automobiles Good morning America, how are you? Say don't you know me, I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans And I'll be gone five-hundred miles when the day is done Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels grumblin' 'neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel Good morning America, how are you? Say don't you know me, I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone five-hundred miles when the day is done Night time on the City of New Orleans Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin' Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his songs again The passengers will please refrain This train has got the disappearin' railroad blues. Goodnight America, how are you? Say don't you know me, I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone five-hundred miles when the day is done |
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| 4:24 |
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If you had not have fallen
Then I would not have found you Angel flying too close to the ground And I patched up your broken wing And hung around a while Tried to keep your spirits up And your fever down I knew someday that you would fly away For love's the greatest healer to be found So leave me if you need to I will still remember Angel flying too close to the ground Fly on, fly on past the speed of sound I'd rather see you up Than see you down Leave me if you need to I will still remember Angel flying too close to the ground |
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