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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Americana (2006) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Americana (2006) | |||||
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Land Of Enchantment (1989)
You're out tonight with someone new
You think I'll stay right here and wait for you This time you're wrong I'm almost gone Walking out the door is all I've got left to do I'm gonna get so lost I'm gonna find myself again I'm gonna drift away like woodsmoke in the wind There's a place I know high up in the snow Waitin' for me like a long lost friend And there I'll build a fire as I watch the flames grow higher I'll give this heartache time to mend I'm gonna get so lost I'll find myself again I'm gonna drift away like woodsmoke in the wind Gonna get so lost I'll find myself again I'm gonna drift away like woodsmoke in the wind As I watch the seasons turn I wonder what I've learned I wonder if I'll ever love again Does it always end the same is love a dying flame That drifts away like woodsmoke in the wind I'm gonna get so lost... Gonna get so lost... |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Christmas In The West (1996) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Sagebrush Symphony (1995) | |||||
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Sagebrush Symphony (1995)
She comes down yellow mountain on a dark flat land she rides On a pony she named Wildfire With a whirlwind by her side On a cold and drafty night Oh they say she died one winter When there came a chilling frost And the pony she named Wildfire Busted down his stall In a blizzard he was lost She ran calling Wildfire (3 times) By the dark of the moon I planted But there came an early snow There's been a hoot owl howling outside my window now For six nights in a row She's coming for me I know And on Wildfire we're both gonna go We'll be riding Wildfire (3 times) On Wildfire we're going to ride her Gonna leave it all behind Yes she's always shining right out of my mind Riding Wildfire |
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from Michael Martin Murphey - The Horse Legends (1997)
She comes down yellow mountain on a dark flat land she rides On a pony she named Wildfire With a whirlwind by her side On a cold and drafty night Oh they say she died one winter When there came a chilling frost And the pony she named Wildfire Busted down his stall In a blizzard he was lost She ran calling Wildfire (3 times) By the dark of the moon I planted But there came an early snow There's been a hoot owl howling outside my window now For six nights in a row She's coming for me I know And on Wildfire we're both gonna go We'll be riding Wildfire (3 times) On Wildfire we're going to ride her Gonna leave it all behind Yes she's always shining right out of my mind Riding Wildfire |
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Wildfire 1972-1984 (1998)
She comes down yellow mountain on a dark flat land she rides On a pony she named Wildfire With a whirlwind by her side On a cold and drafty night Oh they say she died one winter When there came a chilling frost And the pony she named Wildfire Busted down his stall In a blizzard he was lost She ran calling Wildfire (3 times) By the dark of the moon I planted But there came an early snow There's been a hoot owl howling outside my window now For six nights in a row She's coming for me I know And on Wildfire we're both gonna go We'll be riding Wildfire (3 times) On Wildfire we're going to ride her Gonna leave it all behind Yes she's always shining right out of my mind Riding Wildfire |
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from Bandits (밴디트) [ost] (2001)
She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides On a pony she named Wildfire With a whirlwind by her side On a cold Nebraska night Oh, they say she died one winter When there came a killing frost And the pony she named Wildfire Busted down its stall In a blizzard he was lost She ran calling Wildfire x 3 By the dark of the moon I planted But there came an early snow There's been a hoot-owl howling by my window now For six nights in a row She's coming for me, I know And on Wildfire we're both gonna go We'll be riding Wildfire x 3 On Wildfire we're gonna ride Gonna leave sodbustin' behind Get these hard times right on out of our minds Riding Wildfire |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs (1990) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Christmas In The West (1996) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs (1990) | |||||
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs (1990)
When The Work's All Done This Fall
1. A group of jolly cowboys, discussing plans at ease Says one, I'll tell you something, boys, if you will listen, please I am an old cow-puncher, you see me dressed in rags I used to be a good one boys, and went on great big jags 2. I have got a home boys, a good one you all know Although I haven't seen it since very long ago I'm headed back to Dixie once more to see them all I'm going to see my mother when the work's all done this fall 3. When I left my home, boys, my mother for me cried She begged me not to go, boys, for me she would have died My mother's heart is aching, breaking for me, that's all With God's help I'll see her when the work's all done this fall" Instrumental Break 4. That very night this cowboy went out to stand his guard The night was dark and cloudy and storming very hard The cattle, they got frightened and rushed in wild stampede The cowboy tried to head them while riding at full speed 5. Riding in the darkness, so loudly he did shout Trying hard to head them and turn the herd about His saddle horse did stumble and on him it did fall He'll not see his mother when the work's all done this fall Instrumental Break 6. "Send my mother my wages, boys, the wages I have earned I am so afraid, boys, the last steer I have turned I'm headed for a new range, I hear my Master call I'll not see my mother when the work's all done this fall 7. Fred, you take my saddle, George, you take my bed Bill, you take my pistol after I am dead Then think of me kindly when you look upon them all I'll not see my mother when the work's all done this fall" 8. Charlie was buried at sunrise, no tombstone for his head Nothing but a little board, and this is what it said "Charlie died at daybreak, he died from a fall He'll not see his mother when the work's all done this fall" |
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Wildfire 1972-1984 (1998)
I've been looking at people
And how they change with the times And lately all I've been seeing are people Throwing love away and losing their minds Maybe it's me who's gone crazy But I can't understand why All these lovers keep hurting each other When good love is so hard to come by So what's the glory in living Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore And if love never lasts forever Tell me what's forever for And I see love hungry people Tryin' their best to survive When right there in their hands Is a dying romance And they're not even trying to keep it alive So, what's the glory in living Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore And if love never lasts forever Tell me what's forever for So what's the glory in living Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore And if love never lasts forever Tell me what's forever for |
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Wildfire 1972-1984 (1998)
She hasn't had time to learn about this world
She takes each day the way it comes And she can get sad but she's just a little girl She doesn't ask much from anyone But what she wants is you and me Love at home like it used to be And what she wants is what we were The way we loved when we had her She's only a child but all the tears are real She may wish they didn't show She hasn't got words to tell us how it feels She tries so hard to let us know That what she wants is you and me Love at home like it used to be And what she wants is what we were The way we loved when we had her You may think it's not enough That she wants us back in love And I won't beg and I won't plead But what she wants is what I need What she wants is you and me Love at home like it used to be And what she wants is what we were The way we loved when we had her The way we loved when we had her |
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs (1990)
Starin' at the south end of north bound cattle
Slavin' in the saddle all day You've got to be some kind of natural born fool To want to live your life this way Well it can't be the cooking, it sure ain't the money The devil made the horse that I ride The days are too long and the nights are too short And the boss ain't never satisfied So what am I doing here Lord? What am I doing here? There's got to be something better up there So what am I doing here? Sometimes I wonder in the lightning and the thunder If a cowboy's even got a prayer And why'd you have to make it so hard down here When things are so much better up there Now the Lord called His angels all around the throne Said, "Boys I must be wastin' my time Cause I thought I gave the cowboy a pretty good life Now he's complaining 'til the day he dies" |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Geronimo's Cadillac (2007) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - River Of Time (1988) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Wildfire 1972-1984 (1998) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Christmas (1997) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Geronimo's Cadillac (2007) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - River Of Time (1988) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs 4 (1998) | |||||
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs (1990)
Way high up in
the Sierry Peaks Where the yellow-jack pines grow tall, Old Buster Jiggs and Sandy Bob Had a round-up camp last fall. Well they took along their running irons Maybe a dog or two, And they 'lowed thy'd brand every long-eared calf That came within their view. Now every little long-eared dogie That didn't push up by day, Got his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched In a most artistic way. One fine day, says Buster Jiggs, As he throws his seago down, "I'm tired of cowpiography And I think I'm a goin' into town." Well they saddled up, and they hit a lope For it warn't no sight of a ride, And them was the days that a good cow-punch Could oil up his insides. Well they started in at Kentucky Bar, At the head of Whisky Row, And they wound her up at the Depot House About forty drinks below. Well they sets 'em up and they turns around And they started in the other way, And to tell the God-forsaken truth Them boys got drunk that day. They was on their way, goin' back to camp A-packin' that awful load, When who should they meet but the Devil himself Come a-traipsin' down the road. He says, "You ornery cowboy skunks You better go hunt for your holes, 'Cause I've come up from Hell's rim rock Just to gather in your souls. "The Devil be damned," says Buster Jiggs, "Us boys is a little bit tight; But you don't go gatherin' no cowboys' souls Without one helluva fight." Now Buster Jiggs could ride like hell And throw a lasso, too, So he threw it over the Devil's horns And he took his dallies true. Now Sandy Bob was a reata man With his gut-line coiled up neat; But he shook her out and he builds a loop And he roped the Devils hind feet. Well they stretches him out and they tails him down While the running-irons were getting hot, And they cropped and swallow-forked his ears And they branded him up a lot. Well they trimmed his horns way down to his head Tied ten knots in his tail for a joke, Then they went off and left him there Tied up to a little pin oak. Now when you're high in the Sierry Peaks And you hear one hell of a wail, Well you know it's just the Devil himself Yellin' 'bout them knots in his tail. |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Christmas (1997) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Christmas (1997) | |||||
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs (1990)
I'm a roaming cowboy riding all day long,
Tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song. Nights underneath the prairie moon, I ride along and sing this tune. See them tumbling down Pledging their love to the ground Lonely but free I'll be found Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds. Cares of the past are behind Nowhere to go but I'll find Just where the trail will wind Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds. I know when night has gone That a new world's born at dawn. I'll keep rolling along Deep in my heart is a song Here on the range I belong Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds. |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Sagebrush Symphony (1995) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs 4 (1998) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Sagebrush Symphony (1995) | |||||
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs (1990)
There's a yellow rose of Texas
That I am going to see No other soldier knows her No soldier, only me. She cried so when I left her It like to broke my heart And if I ever find her We never more will part. She's the sweetest rose of color This soldier ever knew Her eyes are bright as diamonds They sparkle like the dew. You may talk about your dearest May And sing of Rosa Lee But the Yellow Rose of Texas Beats the belles of Tennessee. Oh, my heart is feeling weary And my head is hanging low I'm goin' back to Georgy To find my Uncle Joe. You may talk about your Beauregard And sing of Bobby Lee But the Gallant Hood of Texas He raised Hell in Tennessee. |
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Sagebrush Symphony (1995)
There's a yellow rose of Texas
That I am going to see No other soldier knows her No soldier, only me. She cried so when I left her It like to broke my heart And if I ever find her We never more will part. She's the sweetest rose of color This soldier ever knew Her eyes are bright as diamonds They sparkle like the dew. You may talk about your dearest May And sing of Rosa Lee But the Yellow Rose of Texas Beats the belles of Tennessee. Oh, my heart is feeling weary And my head is hanging low I'm goin' back to Georgy To find my Uncle Joe. You may talk about your Beauregard And sing of Bobby Lee But the Gallant Hood of Texas He raised Hell in Tennessee. |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs III (1993) | |||||
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs (1990)
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day, I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen, Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay. "Oh beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly; Singy the Death March as you carry me along. Take me to the valley, there lay the sod o'er me, I'm a young cowboy and know I´ve done wrong." "I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy." These words he did say as I boldly walked by. "Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story; Got shot in the breast and I know I must die!" "My friends and relations they live in the Nation: They know not where their dear boy has gone. I first came to Texas and hired to a ranchman, Oh I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong." "It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing: It was once in the saddle I used to go gay. First to the dram house and then to the card house, Got shot in the breast and I'm dying today." "Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin; Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song. Put bunches of roses all over my coffin, Put roses to deaden the sods as they fall." "Go gather around you a group of young cowboys, And tell them the story of this my sad fate. Tell one and the other before they go further, To stop their wild roving before it's too late." "Oh, bury me beside my knife and my shooter, My spurs on my heels, my rifle by my side. And over my coffin put a bottle of brandy, That the cowboys may drink as they carry me along." "Go fetch me some water, a cool cup of water To cool my parched lips," the poor cowboy then said. Before I returned his spirit had left him Had gone to his Maker, the cowboy was dead. We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly, And bitterly wept as we bore him along. For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome, We all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong. |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Christmas (1997) | |||||
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4:32 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - River Of Time (1988) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - The Horse Legends (1997) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - The Horse Legends (1997) | |||||
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs (1990)
Oh come along, boys, and listen to my tale,
I'll tell you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm trail. (chorus) Come a-ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy youpy yea On a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle, I was ridin', and a punchin' Texas cattle. We left ol' Texas October twenty-third Drivin' up the trail with the U-2 herd. I'm up in the morning before daylight, And before I sleep the moon shine bright. It's bacon and beans most every day, I'd just as soon be eating prairie hay. I woke up one morning on the Chisholm trail, With a rope in my hand and a cow by the tail, Last night on guard, and the leader broke the ranks, I hit my horse down the shoulders and spurred him in the flanks. Oh, it's cloudy in the west, and a lookin' like rain, And my darned old slicker's in the wagon again. Oh the wind commenced to blow and the rain began to fall, And it looked by grab that we was gonna lose 'em all. I jumped in the saddle an' I grabbed a-hold the horn, The best damned cowpuncher ever was born. I was on my best horse, and a going on the run, The quickest shootin' cowboy that ever pulled a gun. No chaps, no slicker, and it's pouring down rain, And I swear, by God, I'll never night herd again. I herded and I hollered, and I done pretty well, Till the boss said, "Boys, just let 'em go to Hell." I'm going to the ranch to draw my money, Goin' into town to see my honey. I went to the boss to get my roll, He figured me out nine dollars in the hole. So I'll sell my outfit as fast as I can, And I won't punch cows for no damn man. So I sold old baldy and I hung up my saddle, And I bid farewell to the longhorn cattle. |
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Sagebrush Symphony (1995)
Oh come along, boys, and listen to my tale,
I'll tell you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm trail. (chorus) Come a-ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy youpy yea On a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle, I was ridin', and a punchin' Texas cattle. We left ol' Texas October twenty-third Drivin' up the trail with the U-2 herd. I'm up in the morning before daylight, And before I sleep the moon shine bright. It's bacon and beans most every day, I'd just as soon be eating prairie hay. I woke up one morning on the Chisholm trail, With a rope in my hand and a cow by the tail, Last night on guard, and the leader broke the ranks, I hit my horse down the shoulders and spurred him in the flanks. Oh, it's cloudy in the west, and a lookin' like rain, And my darned old slicker's in the wagon again. Oh the wind commenced to blow and the rain began to fall, And it looked by grab that we was gonna lose 'em all. I jumped in the saddle an' I grabbed a-hold the horn, The best damned cowpuncher ever was born. I was on my best horse, and a going on the run, The quickest shootin' cowboy that ever pulled a gun. No chaps, no slicker, and it's pouring down rain, And I swear, by God, I'll never night herd again. I herded and I hollered, and I done pretty well, Till the boss said, "Boys, just let 'em go to Hell." I'm going to the ranch to draw my money, Goin' into town to see my honey. I went to the boss to get my roll, He figured me out nine dollars in the hole. So I'll sell my outfit as fast as I can, And I won't punch cows for no damn man. So I sold old baldy and I hung up my saddle, And I bid farewell to the longhorn cattle. |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Geronimo's Cadillac (2007) | |||||
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3:58 |
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Land Of Enchantment (1989)
Man only sees what he wants to see
I saw you loving me No ties to unwind, no promises to bind When the dawn set us free One night of moonlight and roses Was all that I saw in you Man only sees what he wants to see But the heart knows the truth Oh, the heart knows the truth Man only hears what he wants to hear I heard me say goodbye I didn't listen to what my heart whispered I still wonder why I told myself it didn't matter That I'd forget about you A man only hears what he wants to hear But the heart knows the truth Ooh, oh, the heart knows the truth Ooh, the heart knows the truth Man only sees what he wants to see Now I see you in my dreams Man only hears what he wants to hear I hear you call my name Moonlight like Mexican silver Turns the red rose to blue The night wind whispers you'll always be mine But the heart knows the truth Ooh, oh, the heart knows the truth Ooh, the heart knows the truth Oh, the heart knows the truth Oh, the heart knows the truth Oh, the heart knows the truth Oh, the heart knows the truth |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Christmas (1997) | |||||
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3:36 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Christmas (1997) | |||||
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2:04 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs 4 (1998) | |||||
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs III (1993)
Jesse James was a man
And he killed many men He robbed the Glendale train And he took from the richer And he gave that to the poorer He'd a hand and a heart and a brain Oh Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children they were so brave But that dirty little coward That shot Mr. Howard Has laid Jesse James in his grave On Wednesday night When the moon was shining bright They robbed that Glendale train And the folks from miles about (yeah they can) They all said without a doubt It was done by her Frankie and Jesse James (yes it was) Oh Jessie had a wife, to mourn for his life Three children they were so brave But that dirty little coward That shot Mr. Howard Has laid (poor) Jesse James in his grave Well the people held their breath When they heard about Jesse's death (yeah) And they wondered how poor Jesse came to die (how did he die?) It was one of his guys, called Little Robert Ford And he shot Jessie James on the sly Oh Jessie had a wife to mourn for his life Three children they were so brave But that dirty little coward That shot Mr. Howard Has laid Jesse James in his grave Has laid poor Jesse in his grave He laid Jesse James in his grave (Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!) |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Sagebrush Symphony (1995) | |||||
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3:21 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs (1990) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Wildfire 1972-1984 (1998) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - The Horse Legends (1997) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - River Of Time (1988) | |||||
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Wildfire 1972-1984 (1998)
Take it as it comes
Just an actor waiting for a new play Take it as it comes Ask me to dance, I will dance for you Ask me to sing, and see what I do If you feel sad, I'll make jokes for you I'm a handyman, I'm still coming through If you suffer from a broken heart Take it as it comes If your lover tears your world all apart Take it as it comes I've played a king and a down and and out fool Some like it hot, some like it cool Do what they want, but don't be their tool Savor the throne, don't mind the stool Carry on, carry on, carry on ... If they go too far, that's the way things are Though it may hurt some, take it as it comes We're all skating on the thinnest of ice Got to take it as it comes In a world that is not so very nice Got to take it as it comes Any day now the curtain may fall All the plays end, there's no curtain call If you live sad, or if you walk tall We're written on a wind that's a lot to haul Carry on, carry on, carry on ... If they go too far, that's the way things are Though your mind gets numb, take it as it comes We're all skating on the thinnest of ice Got to take it as it comes In a world that is not so very nice Got to take it as it comes Any day now the curtain may fall All the plays end, there's no curtain call If you live sad, or if you walk tall We're written on a wind that's a lot to haul Carry on, carry on, carry on ... If they go too far, that's the way things are If they break your thumbs, take it as it comes |
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3:37 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs 4 (1998) | |||||
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3:44 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs III (1993) | |||||
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0:59 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Sagebrush Symphony (1995) | |||||
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4:12 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Wildfire 1972-1984 (1998) | |||||
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3:58 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - River Of Time (1988) | |||||
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs (1990)
1. Spanish is the lovin' tongue
Soft as springtime, light as spray There was a girl I learned it from Living down Sonora way Now I don't look much like a lover Yet I say her love words over Late at night when I'm all alone "Mi amor, mi corazon" 2. There were nights when I would ride She would listen for my spurs Fling that big door open wide Raise those laughing eyes of hers And how those hours would get to flyin' Pretty soon, I'd hear her cryin' "Please don't leave me all alone Mi amor, mi corazon" 3. Then one night I had to fly I got into a foolish gamblin' fight I had a swift goodbye In that black unlucky night And traveling north, her words kept ringing And every word I could hear her singing "Please don't leave me all alone Mi amor, mi corazon" 4. Well, I ain't never seen her since that night I can't cross the line now She was Mexican, and I was White Like as not, it's better so And yet I've always sort of missed her Since that last wild night I kissed her I left my heart, but I lost my own "Mi amor, mi corazon" |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Sagebrush Symphony (1995) | |||||
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4:30 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs III (1993) | |||||
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4:58 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs 4 (1998) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Christmas In The West (1996) | |||||
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2:39 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Christmas (1997) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Christmas In The West (1996) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - The Horse Legends (1997) | |||||
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3:33 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Sagebrush Symphony (1995) | |||||
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4:51 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs III (1993) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - The Horse Legends (1997) | |||||
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4:03 |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs 4 (1998) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - The Horse Legends (1997) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Christmas In The West (1996) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Land Of Enchantment (1989) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs III (1993) | |||||
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from Michael Martin Murphey - River Of Time (1988)
I'm not through with loving you it's just that you're gone
Nothing I can say or do can undo what's done You took my heart along when you went away I gave all my love I'll get it back some day In the river of time I'll forgive and forget Sweet peace of mind will be just round the bend I'll stay afloat on the tears that I've cried And let them memories all go down the river of time I'll never be over you just over the pain Moments of hope will shine through the hours of rain I'll count 'em every one till I start to lose track I'll make it through this night and get the morning back In the river of time... Down the river of time down the river of time |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Christmas (1997) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs III (1993) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Sagebrush Symphony (1995) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Wildfire 1972-1984 (1998) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs III (1993) | |||||
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Wildfire 1972-1984 (1998)
RENEGADE
Styx/Michael Martin Murphey Oh mama I'm in fear for my life From the long arm of the law Lawman has put an end to my running And I'm so far from my home Oh mama I can hear you a crying You're so scared and all alone Hangman is coming down from the gallows And I don't have very long This jig is up the news is out They've finally found me The renegade who had it made Retrieved for a bounty Never more to go astray This will be the end today of the wanted man Oh mama I've been years on the lamb And had a high price on my head Lawman said get him dead or alive Now it's for sure he'll see me dead Dear mama I can hear you a crying You're so scared and all alone Hangman is coming down from the gallows And I don't have very long This jig is up the news is out They've finally found me The renegade who had it made Retrieved for a bounty Never more to go astray The judge will have revenge today On the wanted man |
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs (1990)
From this valley they say you are going
I will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile They say you are taking the sunshine That has brightened in the pathway a while Come and sit by my side if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu But remember the Red River Valley And the cowboy who loved you so true I've been faking a long time, my darling Although the sweet words you never would say Now, alas, all my found hopes have vanished They say you're going away Come and sit by my side if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu but remember the Red River Valley And the cowboy who loved you so true |
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Sagebrush Symphony (1995)
From this valley they say you are going
I will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile They say you are taking the sunshine That has brightened in the pathway a while Come and sit by my side if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu But remember the Red River Valley And the cowboy who loved you so true I've been faking a long time, my darling Although the sweet words you never would say Now, alas, all my found hopes have vanished They say you're going away Come and sit by my side if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu but remember the Red River Valley And the cowboy who loved you so true |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs 4 (1998) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Geronimo's Cadillac (2007) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs III (1993) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - The Horse Legends (1997) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - The Horse Legends (1997) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Christmas (1997) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - River Of Time (1988) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Christmas (1997) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - The Horse Legends (1997) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Americana (2006) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Americana (2006) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs 4 (1998) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs (1990) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Wildfire 1972-1984 (1998) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Americana (2006) | |||||
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Cowboy Songs 4 (1998) | |||||
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from Michael Martin Murphey - Land Of Enchantment (1989)
Stars are fallin' and the moon is shinin' bright
I can feel the teardrop in my eye One last kiss my darlin', remember me kind And always bear in mind someday we may meet again Goodbye my love, goodbye, be glad we had the try I'm never, never, never, never, never, never, never givin' up on love I'm never, never, never, never givin' up on love Somewhere out in this big wide world someone is waitin' So I'm never, never, never, never givin' up on love No, I'm never, never, never, never givin' up on love Someday my darlin' will come to me and say "I will love you darlin' till I die" We will come together and we'll know right away Love will ring and ring and ring like bells in the sky Goodbye my love, goodbye, be glad we had the try I'm never, never, never, never, never, never, never givin' up on love I'm never, never, never, never givin' up on love Somewhere out in this big wide world someone is waitin' So I'm never, never, never, never givin' up on love No, I'm never, never, never, never givin' up on love Never, never, never, never givin' up on love |
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| from Michael Martin Murphey - Wildfire 1972-1984 (1998) | |||||





