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Devil Gone Take M' Soul
03:39
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He’ll find me when I’m out back chopping wood
He’ll find me by an old oak tree
I feel the sting of a flame from hell
Cause heaven’s a place I’ll never see
Cause the devil’s gonna take my soul my soul
The devil’s gone take m' soul
He’ll tempt you with everything a man could want
Riches and your heart’s desire
But you’ll want to give back everything
When you’re feelin’ the boilin’ flamin’ fire
My brain does strain with a sorrowful thought
It tries but just can’t understand
How the devil could smile and laugh at me
While watching me gladly kill a man
Just as plainly as the Lord raised Lazarus
As dead as the slaughtered lamb
I’m as doomed as a man can be
A prayin’ for redemption
“Sweet Abraham!”
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2. |
Until the Morning Light
03:47
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Whispering winds sweep the dewdrops
That fly through the air
And finds shelter in your hair
Then if you’re feeling so low
Feel the breeze & the music
And let all your thoughts grow
But until the morning light
Until you’re feeling right
Oh, sing this song
Until you heal the pain
Until it’s pouring rain
Oh, sing this song
Every now & again near the dawn
The sun thinks best to rise
And reflects into your eyes
Then if you’re still feeling down
Once again hear the music
Find salvation in sound
I can hear birds singing so high
In mountains & deserts
But only in my mind
Then if you’re still feeling blue
Hear the words hear the music
That I know will heal you
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3. |
A Moving Train
04:36
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I’m walking down the street
Under the pouring rain
Haunted by the guilt
I rack my brain ‘til I’m insane
And I wonder
Wonder, walking down the lane
Why that train won’t take me home
Slouched along the bar
Along the old & glowing signs
Thinkin’ bout the past
And how I ever was so blind to the lies
That were all in my mind
And why that train won’t take me home
Now I’m sitting at the curb
Just as drunk as I can be
Dirty, cold & hungry
Really nothing left to see
And I wonder
Wonder why she left me
And why that train won’t take me home
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4. |
It Seems to Me
03:52
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Funny how the time seems to go your way
And funny how my words don’t ever seem to sway
And if you listen closely this is what you’ll hear
Sounds of disappointment ringing in your ears
And it seems to me you’ve grown that way
Stay with old relations that never change
The chimes, the crimes, the last goodbyes
Save your soul again for another time
Now & then you’ll find that you have lost your mind
If and when it’s found you won’t hear a sound
Except of course the bells ringing in your ears
But then the bells weren’t real & this is what you feared
Funny how the time seems to go your way
And funny how my words don’t ever seem to sway
And if you listen closely this is what you’ll hear
Sounds of disappointment ringing in your ears
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5. |
Pecos Jack
04:14
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Pecos Jack was a medicine man
A medicine man was he
He hauled around three guns in town
And shot them off at me
But he wasn’t angry
He was just having little fun
But I ain’t gonna mess with Pecos Jack no more
Way up on the mountain top
Where the wicked wind would blow
There you’d find old Pecos Jack
A cursin’ friend and foe
But he wasn’t angry
He was just having little fun
But I ain’t gonna mess with Pecos Jack no more
So it came in 1859
When the devil called his name
They say that good old Pecos Jack
Beat the devil at his own game
He wasn’t angry
He was just having little fun
But I ain’t gonna mess with Pecos Jack no more
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6. |
Sailors Away
03:43
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Raise the flag & hoist the anchor’s chain
If we leave by night we sail for Spain
When the wind does blow
And the mast is full
Sailors away!
Just south of England’s coast the sun does set
I dream the fairest lass I’ve never met
When the moon is full
When the sun goes down
Sailors away!
And if by chance dear Spain I never see
I hope dear lady you’ll remember me
When the waves do crash
When the oceans roar
Sailors away!
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7. |
Poor Folk Blues
04:04
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Rich folk they have flings
Live like kings
Do wild things
But they don’t sing
Poor folk they don’t take a lot
And they don’t have a lot
And they don’t know
What they don’t know
And poor folk they don’t know
Rich folk they don’t grow
Let the poor folk do the work
and listen to them sing
Rich folk have big houses
Eat like mouses
Live like louses
And sure can’t sing
Rich folk have fake tans
Mini-vans
Great health plans
And they still don’t sing
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8. |
Whatever It Takes
03:42
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Well if you stick that gun in my face
When I’m driving through the city
Like I’m almost gone
Feel the room spin round & round
This is up, no, now it’s down
Lust & greed if it feels right
But it feels like I’m almost gone
Feels like my brother when my brother’s gone
Feels like a setting sun on my favorite song
Feel your time now slip between
Waking hours, sleep & dreams
Guilt & shame if it feels right
Well I find God now & again
Krishna, Buddha, Christ, amen
Faith & prayer if it feels right
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9. |
Up In the Hills
03:26
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My last thoughts on your lady friend
Who greets the world just a little too thin
Watching people as they pass you by
If they tell you the truth then you know it’s a lie
Old friend just how the hell you been?
You sell your soul do you think it’s a sin?
Anyway I was passing by
I hoped to hang a bit & to get you high
I’ll come back later when you’re up to it
Call the doctor if you need the hit
When I leave you should lock the door
We don’t need that trouble here anymore
If you’re feeling down and you want to die
Take a walk and look to the sky
Check out the clouds that go rolling by
And be happy that you’re safe and you’re still alive
They want to kill you and they always will
They want to bury you up in the hills
If you’re lucky then they’ll kill you fast
If not I’m afraid they’re gonna make it last
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10. |
Pancho
03:26
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Chewy and Tuco in a beat up car
Here comes Pancho with an old guitar
He can play it, I can play it too
We’ve got nowhere to go
We’ve got nothing to do
Playing all night, singing his songs
Hoping you’re not gonna be mad too long
Just put your little hand in mine
I’ll make sure everything’s gonna be all right
So I woke up in Tijuana jail
Couldn’t get nobody to post my bail
We made a break & we all ran free
Twenty federales still lookin’ for me
Drinkin’ all night
Singing those songs
Hoping you’re not gonna be mad too long
Just put your little hand in mine
I’ll make sure everything’s gonna be all right
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