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| 2:38 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:45 | 
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by Townes Van Zandt
It's plain to see, the sun won't shine today but I ain't in the mood for sunshine anyway maybe I'll go insane I got to stop the pain Or maybe I'll go down to see Kathleen. A swallow comes and tells me of her dreams She says she'd like to know just what they mean I feel like I could die as I watch her flying by ride the north wind down to see Kathleen. Stars hang high above, the oceans roar the moon is come to lead me to her door There's crystal across the sand and the waves, they take my hand. Soon I'm gonna see my sweet Kathleen. Soon I'm gonna see my sweet Kathleen. |
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| 3. |
| 4:02 |
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by Townes Van Zandt
She came and she touched me with hands made of heaven reflections sent spinnin' through a face laced in mist Now I stand where she left me buried deep 'neath her shadow and the mirror plead sadly does it all come to this and I wonder: Will she call my name? The wind careens madly through wide windows paneless fragrancies mingle in a room full of shade The peons pick partners and waltz cross the ceilings but the violins whisper that I've been betrayed tryin not to look ashamed The drunkards drink deeply from cups full of nothingness ghost lovers laugh at the games that they play the moments do somersaults into eternity cling to their coattails and beg them to stay saying I got nothing to hide Illusions projected on walls made of Tiffany mad men you adds to a sad satin song A harlequin mandolins harmonize helplessly hoping that endlessly won't last for long Praying that their God ain't dying Then I turn and I see her in a dress made of moonlight teardrops like diamonds run slow down her face her arms surround me like chains made of velvet and the demons fall faithfully into their place and the rivers run with jewels Now the morning lies open the night went quite quickly memory harmlessly fractures and fades All the poets do push-ups on carpets of rubber foam loudly they laugh at some joke that's been made and the wise men speak like fools |
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| 3:03 |
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| 5. |
| 4:20 |
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| 6. |
| 2:14 |
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| 7. |
| 3:03 |
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| 8. |
| 4:54 |
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The name she gave was Caroline
Daughter of a miner Her ways were free It seemed to me That sunshine walked beside her She came from Spencer Across the hill She said her pa had sent her 'cause the coal was low And soon the snow Would turn the skies to winter She said she'd come To look for work She was not seeking favors And for a dime a day And a place to stay She'd turn those hands to labor But the times were hard, Lord, The jobs were few All through Tecumseh valley But she asked around And a job she found Tending bar at Gypsy Sally's She saved enough to get back home When spring replaced the winter But her dreams were denied Her pa had died The word come down from Spencer So she turned to whorin' out on the streets With all the lust inside her And it was many a man Returned again To lay himself beside her They found her down beneath the stairs That led to Gypsy Sally's In her hand when she died Was a note that cried Fare thee well Tecumseh valley The name she gave was Caroline Daughter of a miner Her ways were free It seemed to me That sunshine walked beside her |
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| 9. |
| 2:37 |
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by Townes Van Zandt
Mr ten dollar man let me tell where you're bound drink your green liqour, Lord you'll roll to the ground but you come around here with your money in your hand taste of my woman well, you die where you stand Snake mountain blues got me down low I could die in the morning but no one would know when my woman come around my body she'd find go down to Dundee have her a time Snake mountain gonna crumble and fall from the sky before that woman of mine stops tellin' her lies If I'd die, Lord, she'd weep she'd weep and she'd mourn soon as I's buried forget I'd been born Love of blackskin woman she won't do you no wrong slow to start moaning she don't moan for long yellow headed woman brings nothing but pain take all you give her she leaves only shame My daddy, Lord, he rides on a long holy train first winds of winter I see him again In this farewell to this yellow headed misery I've known Snake mountain's calling calling me home Snake mountain blues got me down low I could die in the morning but no one would know when my woman come around my body she'd find go down to Dundee have her a time |
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| 10. |
| 5:02 |
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| 11. |
| 5:25 |
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