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Someone told me long ago There's a calm before the storm,
I know; It's been comin' for some time. When it's over, so they say, It'll rain a sunny day, I know; Shinin' down like water. [Chorus:] I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain? I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain Comin' down on a sunny day? Yesterday, and days before, Sun is cold and rain is hard, I know; Been that way for all my time. 'Til forever, on it goes Through the circle, fast and slow, I know; It can't stop, I wonder. [Chorus] Yeah! [Chorus] |
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Seven Thirty Seven comin' out of the sky.
Oh! Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride, I wanna move. [Chorus:] Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand, Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Take me to the hotel, Baggage gone, oh, well. Come on, come on, won't you get me to my room, I wanna move. [Chorus] Listen to the radio, Talkin' 'bout the last show. Someone got excited, Had to call the State Militia, Wanna move. [Chorus] Oh! WOW! Here we come again on a Saturday night Oh with your fussin' and a fightin' Won't you get me to the rhyme, I wanna move. [Chorus] Oh! WOW! Oh! I'm playin' in a Travelin' Band; Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Won't you get me, take me hand Well, I'm playin' in a Travelin' Band, Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land. Tryin' to get a hand, Playin' in a Travelin' Band, OH! WOW! Hey! |
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Early in the evenin' just about supper time
Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind. Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up. Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp. Down On The Corner out in the street Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while. Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo. Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. You don't need a penny just to hang around, But if you've got a nickel, won't you lay your money down? Over on the corner there's a happy noise. People come from all around to watch the magic boy. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. |
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Now, when I just was a little boy,
standin to my Daddy's knee, my poppa said "Son, don't let the man get you and do what he done to me." I can remember the fourth of July, runnin' through the backwood bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin', chasin' down a hoodoo there, chasin' down a hoodoo there. Born on the Bayou Born on the Bayou Born on the Bayou Wish I was back on the Bayou, rollin' with some Cajun Queen. Wishin' I were a fast freight train, just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans. Born on the Bayou Born on the Bayou Born on the Bayou I can remember the fourth of July, runnin' through the backwood bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin', chasin' down a hoodoo there, chasin' down a hoodoo there. Born on the Bayou Born on the Bayou Born on the Bayou |
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Just about a year ago,
I set out on the road, Seeking my fame and fortune, Looking for a pot of gold. Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you know the tune. Oh ! Lord, Stuck in Lodi again. Rode in on the Greyhound, I'll be walking out if I go. I was just passing through, Must be seven months or more. Ran out of time and money, Looks like they took my friends. Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again. The man from the magazine said I was on my way. Somewhere I lost connections, ran out of songs to play. I came into town, a one night stand, Looks like my plans fell through Oh ! Lord, Stuck in Lodi again. Mmmm... If I only had a dollar, for ev'ry song I've sung. And ev'ry time I've had to play While people sat there drunk. You know, I'd catch the next train back to where I live. Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again. Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again. |
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Well, a-beat the drum and hold the phone
The sun came out today We're born again, there's new grass on the field A-roundin' third and headed for home It's a brown-eyed handsome man Anyone can understand the way I feel Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Look at me, I can be centerfield Well, I spent some time in the Mudville Nine Watching it from the bench You know I took some lumps, when the mighty Case struck out So say hey, Willie, tell the Cobb And Joe DiMaggio Don't say it ain't so, you know the time is now Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Look at me, I can be centerfield Yeah, I got it, I got it Got a beat-up glove, a home-made bat And a brand new pair of shoes You know I think it's time to give this game a ride Just to hit the ball, and touch 'em all A moment in the sun It's a-gone and you can tell that one good-bye Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Look at me (yeah), I can be centerfield Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Look at me, gotta be, centerfield Yeah |
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Ooh, let's go ridin'
Cruisin' down the open road We can put the top down Listen to the radio Big ol' Buick And a big ol' sky Wheels on fire And I'll tell you why I got a hot rod heart Ooh, let's go prowlin' Sneakin' like we used to do Way back in the country Cut across the cornfields too Big ol' Harley And a big ol' moon Big ol' 'gator Puttin' on the zoom I got a hot rod heart Chorus: Got a one-way ticket to the open road Come on Got a red line engine And I'm rarin' to go Put the pedal to the metal If you want to ride If you want to ride Let's go Ooh, let's go ridin' Rollin' down the open road We can put the top down Listen to the radio Big ol' Buick And a big ol' sky Wheels on fire And I'll tell you why I got a hot rod heart |
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Mama I'm on fire
Old flame Sweet desire Comin' on the midnight Comin' on the midnight train Rollin' steel and thunder Bring my baby back again Roll on down the line Big wheels rollin' right on time Hear that whistle blowin' Hear that engine roar and whine Take care of my baby Ridin' on that southern streamline Well I got a little letter this morning Just about the break of day Bluebird ringin' my doorbell Rollin' my blues away Said honey when we go steppin' Long about Saturday night So head it down to the station An' everything'll be alright Honey what's that sound Big wheels rollin' homeward bound See that smokestack sparkin' Lightin' up a purple sky Take care of my baby Ridin' on that southern streamline Well I got a little letter this morning Just about the break of day Bluebird ringin' my doorbell Rollin' my blues away Said honey babe we'll go steppin' Long about Saturday night So head it down to the station An' everything'll be alright Mama I'm on fire Old flame Sweet desire Comin' on the midnight Honey let your little light shine Rollin' steel and thunder Ridin' on that southern streamline Take care of my baby Ridin' on that southern streamline |
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Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Did you try to read the writing on the wall Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before It's like Deja Vu all over again Day by day I hear the voices rising Started with a whisper like it did before Day by day we count the dead and dying Ship the bodies home while the networks all keep score Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio Could your eyes believe the writing on the wall Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before It's like Deja Vu all over again One by one I see the old ghosts rising Stumblin' 'cross Big Muddy Where the light gets dim Day after day another Momma's crying She's lost her precious child To a war that has no end Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio Did you stop to read the writing at The Wall Did that voice inside you say I've seen this all before It's like Deja Vu all over again It's like Deja Vu all over again |
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I got a feelin' way down inside
I can't shake it, no matter how I try You can't touch it, you just know The earth is gonna shake and the wind is gonna blow Well that's all right This premonition is killin' me But that's all right I must be crazy, I must be seein' things Out on the highway pickin' up clues So much is mis-seen , so much to lose You must be different, been rearranged Can't pin it down but I know it's not the same Well that's all right This premonition is killin' me But that's all right I must be crazy, I must be seein' things (Hit me!) I can't eat, I can't sleep All of a sudden I got witches in my feet It's like waitin' for, the shoe to drop I know it's comin' but I don't know where to stop Well that's all right This premonition is killin' me But it's all right I must be crazy, I must be seein' things Well that's all right This premonition is killin' me But it's all right I must be crazy, I must be seein' things |
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Outside my window, I can hear the radio
And I know that motor wagon is ready to fly 'Cause it's almost Saturday night Bye bye, tomorrow, Jody's gone to the rodeo And you know some good ol' boys are ready to ride 'Cause it's almost Saturday night Gonna push the clouds away, let the music have its way Let it steal my heart away, and you know I'm a-goin' Outside, they're ringing, the night train is bringin' me home When you hear that locomotion, get ready to ride 'Cause it's almost Saturday night Gonna push the clouds away, let the music have it's way Let it steal my heart away, and you know I'm a-goin' Outside, they're ringing, the night train is bringin' me home When you hear that locomotion, get ready to ride 'Cause it's almost Saturday night Oh yeah |
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