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I'm a wheel
I can run I can feel
You can't stop me turning
I'm the sun
I can move I can run
But you'll never stop me burning
Come down with fire
Lift my spirit higher
Someone's screaming my name
Come and make me Holy again
I'm the day
I can show you the way
And look I'm right beside you
I'm the night
I'm the dark and the light
With eyes that see inside you
Come down with fire
Lift my spirit higher
Soneone's screaming my name
Come and make me Holy again
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Peace in the Vally
01:58
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The old man by the shdady tree
He sings of love and running free
Riding high upon the wings
Of yearning's summer breeze
So goodbye friends it's time I go
And ramble down that open road
And if you see my lover
Tell her I'll be home come fall
So goodbye all my darling ones
If time is ours we'll make him run
So look for me where willows grow
Or with the setting sun
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3. |
Undertaker's Blues
04:24
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Come undertaker
My sweet old friend
Take this empty casket
And bury it again
Row upon row
The bodies rest in shrouds
Until the trumpet's blow
Summons them to the clouds
SO don't search for me in the posies
Or cry by the tombs
No pretty marble bears my name
No love's swollen womb
So follow me to the fair
We'll find a fortune-teller
Lure her down to the lake
And if she comes then we'll drown her
So come undertaker
And measure my bones
Fill a pine box up with sand
Lay me out on the stones
And come when I summon to court
All those ever known me
There I'll ask my mother
Mother, why you ever bore me
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4. |
Leaving Cheyenne
05:28
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Lay my old guitar out by
The whispering pine tree
Lay my old guitar out by
The whispering pine tree
Lower me down to my rest
And set my horses free
My foot is on the highway
And your tears they wash my hands
My foot is on the highway
And your tears they wash my hands
Goodbye my lonesome sweetheart
I'm leaving this here land
I'm going where the water's brown
But thirsty men don't mind
Where the water's cold and brown
But thirsty men won't mind
So sit here friend down in the mud
And bide our passing time
Sift the bottom of the stream
The little rocks and shells
Down the bottom of the stream
The little rocks and shells
They swim in underwater dreams
Where ghosts and memories dwell
So lay my old guitar out by
The road my lover's left on
Lay my old guitar out by
The road my lovers left on
And paint a sign to mark the spot
So other's feet won't stray on
Or follow if my ghostly form
Should beckon you to come
Don't follow if my ghostly form
Might beckon you to come
And join me in my wandering
And days far from the sun
This old circle of building
Is my true blood country's home
Ths old and crumbling town
My true blood country's home
Pulls hard upon my heartstrings
But darling I must roam
Into a clean and hungry land
So dark against the stars
Into a clean and hungry land
So dark against the stars
Where old stories walk among us
In our sleep and in the dark
Where old stories walk among us
In our sleep and in the dark
Lay my old guitar out by
The whispering pine tree
Lay my old guitar out by
The whispering pine tree
Lower me down to my rest
And set my horses free
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Genevieve
02:52
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I think I need a hospital to hide in
Or at least a nurse to look after my needs
'Cause I feel the world's weight heavy on my shoulders
So stay with me, Genevieve...
It looks like we're all in for nasty weather
The funeral pyres burn for all to see
And I can't help but see that you've been cring
But your secret's safe with me, Genevieve...
And if there was a roadmap here to guide us
Into the silver lining of our dreams
I think I'd still prefer to find my own way
And the highway just rolls on
So baby, won't you ride with me Genevieve...
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My, Oh My (Slade cover)
03:25
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I believe in woman, my, oh my
I believe in woman, my, oh my
Don't a woman need a man
Try and catch one if you can
I believe in woman, my, oh my
We all need someone to talk to, my, oh my
We all need someone to talk to, my, oh my
You need a shoulder to cry on
Call me, I'll be standing by
We all need someone to talk to, my, oh my
We all need alot of loving, my, oh my
Yeah a whole lot of loving, my, oh my
I can lend a helping hand
If you ain't got nothing planned
We all need alot of loving, my, oh my
So let's all pull together, my, oh my
Yeah let's all pull together, my, oh my
We can ride the stormy weather
If we all get out and try
So let's all pull together, my, oh my
You've got troubles of your own
No need to face them all alone
If we all pull together, my, oh my
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Proof of Ghosts Toronto, Ontario
I'm riding away, picking up steam, moving along at my own special speed. There in the grass by the tall shady tree, watching life pass in the warm summer breeze. Maybe today the sun will shine down on me and my blues will fly away. So babe take my hand and ramble with me, I aint got no plans and I do as I please. Summer aint long but the summer is sweet and life may be ours for the moment at least ... more
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