1. |
Fall Asleep
03:38
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When the stars are burning low
And the sand man is coming down the trail
Let me tell you a tale
While we walk through starry dreams
They say, that when, you’re “catching the southbound”
You’re taking your last ride
They say, that when, you’re “catching the southbound”
You’re crossing to the other side
Might your last ride be true
I hope we will meet again
We will feast on chili con carne
Black beans and tortillas
And I’ll fall asleep where
The night over takes me
Hitch my lasso to the evening star
And away I’ll roll
And I’ll fall asleep
Where the night overtakes me
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2. |
Back to Alabama
02:21
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Loaded the van
Gathered the crew
Move from town to town
Busted loose
From all reservation
Making the haunted sound
Hey, I’m so glad I found ya
Is anybody going back
To Alabama
Travel light
Sleep on the floor
Pull your coat on tight
Keep your friends close
Your money closer
Play hard every night
Hey I’m so glad
That I found you
Is anybody going back to Alabama
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3. |
Pretty Thing
02:56
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4. |
Satchel Paige Blues
03:20
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Give me a chance
I’ll blow your mind
How long will you shut me out
You won’t even let me try
Just give me a chance
I’ll blow your mind
I’m standing on the mound
In the pouring rain
Got my ball and glove
Ready to play the game
Set em up
I’ll knock em down
I’ll do it every time
Just give me a chance
I’ll blow your mind
I’ve got the midnight weeper
I’ve got the midnight creeper
I’ve got another pitch that they call the hesitation
Sit back, relax, and I’ll rock the nation
Give me a chance
I’ll blow your mind
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5. |
John Henry
03:19
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6. |
Lone Star Kid
02:45
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As long as the heart of the kid is beating
Out on the lone star trail I’m going, so
Miss me love, or kiss me love, I’m
Leaving
While the rest of this dead town
Is sleeping
His mother stood and watched her boy go, from her door
Never to return home, no more
She said stay here boy, get a job
Earn your money
Don’t you go out there in that cold and pouring rain
Because out there in the dark
Angels fear to tread
The knife, or the bullet
Will leave you dead
Where the spirits flow
And shadows fall
And the words of doom
Are written on the wall
Stay home, get a job, make some money
Don’t you go out there in that
Cold falling rain
He said momma, I’ll keep my life sharp
And my bullets clean
Don’t you know the rain
It don’t ever fall on me
I’m gonna rob the rich
I’m gonna give to the poor
If I’m not doing that,
What am I living for
Watching the moon rise
Over the River
You know, that don’t cost me nothin
Don’t go
Please don’t go
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7. |
Drop and Fall
03:03
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Drop and fall
Don’t you know I’m gonna hit
And
When I hit I hit
Real hard
Can’t you see I got broken bones
But they don’t hurt like a broken heart
Don’t you know that
You’re no good
You don’t believe a word I say
Can’t you you see I got broken bones
They don’t hurt like a broken heart
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8. |
Midnight Mayor
02:12
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The midnight mayor
Is holding court
Everybody is dancing
Calling out for more
And all the girls
They know that there’s none better
Than the twinkling eyes of the midnight mayor
The mayor says
“Can I buy you a drink?
...hey Joe, fill em up fast
I’ll pay you back next week,”
And his boys
Have fire for the session
All the boys are shooting holes in the ceiling
And if the room
Starts to spin
Just hold me
Don’t you know
I’m born to win
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9. |
Catfish Blues
04:46
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10. |
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I spent all of my best years
Fighting for the wrong side
Fighting for all of those fascist cats and
They don’t care
If I live or die
When I was young
In the saddle
Off I would go dashing
I wore a red rose on my breast
I had a pure heart in my chest
One two three
Call it liberty
Some call it justice
Lock the door
Toss the key
This Ol world ain’t meant
For me
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11. |
Stare At The Fire
02:53
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Seems like everybody these days
Is talking about color
A red roan, or a blue roan
Pale buskin or a Dun
Just give me any old horse
A mare, gelding or stud
It don’t matter
As long as he or she is heart
And a soft eye
And lots of try
All the boys like to dream of
Joining the rodeo
Playing poker with the clowns
While the bull runs em down
Busting broncs for shiny buckles
While you skin your knuckles
Just give me any old horse
A mare, a gelding, a stud, it
Doesn’t matter
As long as he or she
Has heart
And a soft eye
And lots of try
Just stare at the fire
Draw brands in the dirt
You know it don’t hurt
Just draw brands in the dirt
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12. |
Louise
01:29
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13. |
Downtown Blues
03:01
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Everybody seems to know me when
I walk down the street
The cats on the corner
Wave at me
I don’t even miss a beat
The policemen all know me
They better leave me be
I just another poor rookie cat
From the state of Tennessee
The girls on the corner
Wave when I walk by
I tip my hat like a gentlemen
And I slide under the light
And the policeman all know me
They better leave me be
I’m just a poor rookie in Alabama
From Tennessee
When they let me out of jail
I didn’t have nothin but my lucky dice
I’m going downtown
To roll the bones
Come home with something nice
And the police all know me
They better leave me be
Just a poor rookie, in Alabama, from
Tennessee
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14. |
Wade In The Water
03:55
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15. |
Tithy Dunbar
02:03
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