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| 2:25 | 
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| 2. |
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| 3. |
| 3:05 |
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| 4. |
| 2:48 |
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| 5. |
| 4:46 |
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| 6. |
| - |
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| 7. |
| 4:45 |
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| 8. |
| 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. |
| 3:57 |
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(Pete Seeger)
You know this language that we speak, is part german , latin and part greek Celtic and arabic all in a heap, well amended by the people in the street The Choctaw gave us the word "okay"; "vamose" is a word from Mexico way. And all of this is a hint I suspect of what comes next. [Chorus:] I think that this whole world Soon mama my whole wide world Soon mama my whole world Soon gonna be get mixed up. Soon mama my whole world Soon mama my whole wide world Soon mama my whole world Soon gonna be get mixed up. I like Polish sausage, I like Spanish rice, and pizza pie is also nice Corn and beans from the Indians here washed down by German beer Marco Polo traveled by camel and pony, he brought to Italy, the first macaroni And you and I as well we're able, we put it all on the table [Chorus] There were no red-headed Irishmen before the Vikings landed in Ireland How many Romans had dark curly hair before they brought slaves from Africa? No race of man is completely pure, nor is anyone's mind, that's for sure The winds mix the dust of every land, and so will woman and man. [Chorus] This doesn't mean we will all be the same, We'll have different faces and different names Long live many different kinds of racesIt's a difference of opinion that makes horse races Just remember the rule about rules, brother What could be right for one could be wrong for the other And take a tip from La Belle France: "Viva la difference!" [Chorus] |
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| 10. |
| 4:42 |
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| 11. |
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| 12. |
| 4:51 |
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On the corner there's this nice man
His name is Mark, He's always smiling He's got this mom who comes on Wednesdays In the evening with soup so steaming He shares his house with his friend Martin They're not brothers, they're not cousins My little girl wonders all about these men I take hold of her hand, and I begin chorus: Home is where the heart is No matter how the heart lives Inside your heart where love is That's where you've got to make yourself At home Across the yard live Deb and Tricia With their tools and ladders And their room addition My kid yells over, 'Are ya having a baby?' They wink and smile, they say, 'Someday maybe.' But through their doors go kids and mommies Funny how you don't see the daddies go in My little girl wonders 'Bout this house with no men, I take hold of her hand And I begin chorus 'Round the corner, here comes Martin He's alone now, he tries smiling He roams around his well stocked kitchen He knows that fate will soon be coming My little girl wonders where he will live I take hold of her hand and I begin chorus Martin sits and waits with his windows open His house is empty, his heart is broken We bring him toys and watercolors He loves to hear my little baby's stories She's the gift I share She's his companion She's the string on the kite She guides him into the wind My little girl wonders who will care for him We take hold of his hand and we begin |
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| 13. |
| 4:20 |
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| 14. |
| 3:49 |
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| 15. |
| 2:11 |
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