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Bullet
03:11
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Bullet, bullet fly tonight
bring me to my knee
Sister, sister down the hall
cryin’ mama, please
Brother, brother grab the gun (grab it all)
can’t see the forest for the trees
Running, running from the law (from it all)
lock me, lock away the key
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Rocky Top
03:04
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Wish that I was on ole Rocky Top down in the Tennessee hills
Ain’t no smoggy smoke on ole Rocky Top, ain’t no telephone bills
Once I had a man on Rocky Top: half bear, the other half cat
Wild as a mink but sweet as a soda pop, I still think about that
Rocky Top, you’ll always be home sweet home to me
Good ole Rocky Top
Rocky Top Tennessee
Once two strangers climbed ole Rocky Top looking for a moonshine still
Strangers ain’t come down from ole Rocky Top, reckon they never will
And the corn won’t grow at all on Rocky Top, the ground’s too rocky by far
That’s why all the folks on Rocky Top get their corn from a jar
I’ve had years of cramped up city life trapped like a duck in a pen
and all I know is it’s a pity life, can’t be simple again
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3. |
Harold's Blues
03:16
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Got the blues I was born this way
Singing and crying every day
Woke this morning the sun turned gray
Lord have mercy I wish you’d stay
Take the bus from San Antone
Get the blues to the bone
Hop a freight train to Tennessee
You’ll be wailing the blues like me
Stow away low in the engine room
Of the Mississippi Riverboat Queen
If you don’t get the blues from churnin’ wheels
Get ‘em from the gasoline
So go tell your friends
I don’t pay no mind to current trends
Every minute, every hour, every day
Got the blues I was born this way.
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4. |
Get Right Church
03:31
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Will you get right church and let’s go home?
I’m going home on the morning train (Lordy, Lordy)
because the evening train might be too late.
And I thought I heard the church bell toll.
And the toll was like some soldier’s ghost
and the black black hearse carry you home.
Will you look right down the lonesome road?
Will you get right church and let’s go home?
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5. |
Back in Tennessee
05:12
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Remembering back when I was in Tennessee, olly olly oxen free
Deep in the Smoky Mountains under the willow tree
Look in your eyes like a deep blue sea like shadows in the fire
Back in Tennessee
Let me tell you, brother, honestly it’s like floating on a summer’s breeze
Late at night, warm as could be we’re sippin’ on the moonshine whisky
Bodies start shaking like a leaf on a tree, white lightning in the stars
I was blind O Lord and I couldn’t see
Say one and one is three
Lord have mercy on my wicked soul
Trynna get the Devil outta me
Hitched a long ride, I was hungry and tired and went right to the ‘stillery
Lo and behold, the story’s been told that Jack Daniel was a waitin’ for me
He bet me game of Tennessee Hold ‘Em: A bottle for your soul
Back in Tennessee
There’s a little white chapel on every other corner as far as the eye can see
Pray to the Lord for eternal reward and supplicate God Almighty
Blood runs true red, white and blue, ain’t no backwood hoodoo
Back in Tennessee
Homestyle lovin’ and NASCAR glee I’d like to thank you, please
Southern fried pickin’ and how to jerk a chicken in the nineteenth century
Late night fiddles echo to the sea, when it’s time to die
I’ll be back in Tennessee
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6. |
Apple Tree
03:17
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Let’s go baby down to the apple tree
Escape the world and set it free
Secret revealed in the canopy
Lay in my arms, gaze on out to the sea
We can climb it baby try to catch the sun
Chase the light that we have spun
Laze in the haze of the midday sun
Dream under leaves baby you’re the one
Let’s go down to the river climb that apple tree
Perch at the top peek at destiny
Sway in the wind float in the breeze
Baby you’re the cure to my disease
Let’s go down to the juke joint all night long
Take a ride and sing our song
I know you ain’t gonna do me no wrong
Down at the juke joint all night long
I’ll bury my baby ‘neath the apple tree
Lay down my head and bow my knee
Your Milky Way stars sparkle on me
Now I’m biding my time gazing out at the sea
Biding my time gazing out at the sea
Biding my time gazing out . . .
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7. |
Star of the County Down
04:03
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8. |
River Crossing
04:59
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When I was young I heard about treasure
that lay in the ground far away from this place
Rubies and gold buried ‘cross river
Grab hold your oars, boy, let’s get to the chase
Standing on the bow you can almost see it through the mist
Rig your oars in the water, boys, I really must insist
Traverse the chopping currents, there is no other way
We should be reaching landfall soon and when I cannot say
Be mindful of the weather, it might lash you to the mast
Time is of the essence and it’s fading hard and fast
Our fortune is there waiting, or so I have been told
Day after day the tempest wails deep in the winter’s cold
Keep on rowing, boys
Keep on rowing, boys
Keep on rowing, boys
or we’ll never make it to the shore
When I am quiet I can still hear it calling
It whispers my name and beckons my mind
Let’s get in the boat and cross o’er the river
As long as you row, boy, my fortune I’ll find
Hold the torch up high so you can see what’s up ahead
Row faster, now, the boat it lists, it’s sinking from the lead
Squint your eyes and hold your breath; you might see the other side
Rig your oars in the water, boys, the river’s deep and wide
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9. |
Vagrant
02:45
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I stood down on a hill late last night
Laid down on the ground and then I took to flight
I shivered and I moaned
The banty rooster crowed
I heard a woman cry as I headed down the road
I don’t need you anymore
I’m gonna leave you
Look now at the stars in the midnight sky
A chill go down your back and the world will sigh
The mongrels are howling
just on down the street
Your hair will stand on end and it will get you on your feet
I don’t need you anymore
I’m gonna leave you
I’ve been chased by hungry hounds for ten years and a day
Fell down on my knees just so i could pray
I’m creeping ‘round your yard
You’re creeping ‘round my head
The vagrant is lurking and the black has turned to red
I don’t need you anymore
I’m gonna bleed you
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10. |
Leroy's Rag
02:24
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Mojo Holler Portland, Oregon
Mojo Holler = Missi Hasting and John Baker.
We live in Portland, Oregon.
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