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Lincoln Town
04:45
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Take em all to Lincoln Town
Ride em hard and drive em down
Take their bones and lay them on the pyre
Stolen Stock and a 45
That's how he stayed alive
In that old Lincoln county war
Those were the days
When Battle raged
Down in New Mexicoooooo
The sun would go down
As they rode into town
Out in New Mexico
Buckshot Roberts at blazers mill
Shot old Brewer and Bowdre too
Took ten men to finally bring him down
Jimmy Dolan and old McSween
Fought like devils hell they were mean
Set his whole house and store on fire
Those were the days
When battle raged
Down in New Mexicoooooo
Those were the days
When heroes were made
Out in new mexicoooooo
Pat garret that Sheriff and I
Through the deserts we used to ride
Now that dirt-bag is tracking down his hide
Oh Bill slipped the chains that had him tied
He shot the guards and then did ride
Never to come back home again
Those were the days
When Battle raged
Down in New Mexicoooooo
The sun would go down
As they rode into town
Out in New Mexico
Take em all to Lincoln Town
Ride em hard and drive em down
Take their bones and lay them on the pyre
With a butchers knife and a '45
That's how The Kid would die,
Shot down by the sheriff at his side
Those were the days
When battle raged
Down in New Mexico
Those were the days
when heroes were made
Out in New Mexico
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Susanna on the Hillside
03:14
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Oh you said you wanted my baby
Said you wanted to be my wife
Susanna don’t you tell me
Tell me no more lies
Thought you were my darling
Though you were so fine
Thought that when I kissed you
That you would be mine
Susanna in the valley
Susanna up on high
Susanna on the hillside
Running for your life
One day they took me
Off to fight their war
Never for to see you
Or hear your voice no more
Wished I had the time
Or the peace of mind
To tell you that I loved you
Susanna don’t you cry
Susanna in the valley
Susanna up on high
Susanna on the hillside
Running for your life
Could have brought you flowers
Would have worked two jobs
Just to keep you safe
From that wicked preachers knife
He thought it was his baby
When you showed a sign
Tried to have you killed
For a child that was mine
Susanna in the valley
Susanna up on high
Susanna on the hillside
Running for her life
Had to swim for safety
Across that river wide
Now you are a running
A running for your life
Someday I hope you’ll find me
Sitting' in a big arm chair
Coming across that hillside
With flowers in your hair
Susanna in the valley
Susanna up on high
Susanna on the hillside
Running for your life
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3. |
Harlem Blues
03:39
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4. |
Peace Like a River
03:28
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What can I do to absorb your pain?
My river runs deep, I could take it in.
Then you could float by, peace like a river
You could move on to love again.
I did it all wrong, my luck ran out.
My heart a well, but you filled it in.
You gave it your all, and it left you dry.
That peaceful river now miles out.
Peace like a river
flows for you, but miles out.
Two months gone by and it don't get better.
Sorrow past is sorrow now.
The road is long, uncertainty near.
And I don't know what's on my path.
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5. |
Sun Comin' Up
05:17
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Sun comin' up
sun going down
sun comin' up
sun going down
and we're playing music 'till the break of dawn
nowhere to be, here is my home
we've come so far, just to be free
so live and let live and that’s the way to be
oh daybreak
bathing in the sunlight
oh moonrise
shining in the great sky
smiles in the early morning
birds begin to call
singing in the breeze
while we're singing in the trees
see through the smoky haze
playing in a perfect daze
rising up through our hearts,
music cant pull us apart
sun comin' up
sun going down
sun comin' up
sun going down
playin' music 'till the break of dawn
no where to be, here is my home
we've come so far, just to be free
so live and let live and that’s the way to be
oh daybreak
bathing in the sunlight
oh moonrise
shining in the great sky
life's to short to sleep
so give us the strength to weep
tears of joy will fall
let your love grow tall
remember what you do
is not just about you
go gentle upon this earth
and begin the great rebirth
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6. |
Shed
06:42
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Hiking up that run to our shed
Hiking up that run to our shed
We've gotta get moving, gotta get ourselves to bed
Hiking up that run to our shed
OHHH it’s cold and crunchy
A long time till we're toasty
When the stove starts glowing and the pipe is creaking
We remove our clothes and our skin starts peaking
The drifts are higher than the night before
Can't wait till we shut the door
We'll find a lighter in the dark of the night
Light the lantern and it’ll grow bright
OHHH it’s cold and crunchy
A long time till we're toasty
When the stove starts glowing and the pipe is creaking
We remove our clothes and our skin starts peaking
The full moon lights the way almost better than day
The roots of the trees suggest we stay
Near the place we were born and raised
Near the pastures where horses graze
Chopping block, axe and a load of wood
Makes a Sunday morning feel real good
Locust is dense and burns so nice
Burns hot enough to melt the ice
OHHH it’s cold and crunchy
A long time till we're toasty
When the stove starts glowing and the pipe is creaking
We remove our clothes and our skin starts peaking
Walking over the bridge in the heavy dark
Creatures running leaving their mark
Tree tops creaking in the heavy breeze
We are one among the trees
Hiking up that run to our shed
Hiking up that run to our shed
We've gotta get moving, gotta get ourselves to bed
Hiking up that run to our shed
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7. |
Mulberry Jam
04:58
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Mulberry sage, tree of the age
My feet they are stained with the earth and the rain
Climb up the tree, and then you can see
Deep down inside you can find your own key
Show me the way, I ain't got no way
I ain't got no way to say
Or any words to pray
Mulberry Kind
Shadows and signs
Purple is the color of my souls fire
Follow your path, listen to the wind
Under this tree, there is no end
Show me the way, I ain't got no way
I ain't got no way to say
Or any words to pray
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8. |
Pappy Johnson
03:07
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Well I asked for Pappy Johnson, and they told me he was dead
I asked just who done it, but they looked at me and stared
I don't remember, what I did last night
My head is pounding, and I woke up with that fright
Oh Pappy Johnson, who done took your life
I saw the village doctor, and he looked me in the eye
he asked me what had happened, why the innocent had died
I don't remember, what I did last night
My head is pounding, and I woke up with that fright
Oh Pappy Johnson, who done took your life
Well I saw Gavin Farrel, he's the owner of the pub
he told me that they shot him, left him face down in the mud
I don't remember, what I did last night
My head is pounding, and I woke up with that fright
Oh Pappy Johnson, who done took your life
And then I saw the Sheriff and I asked him if he knew,
He looked at me and said, "Jimmy, I believe it was you!"
I don't remember, what I did last night
My head is pounding, and I woke up with that fright
Oh Pappy Johnson....
I done took your life.
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9. |
Wilding Grove
04:02
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I have no wisdom, I have no soul
Just this old banjo, and a pile of hopes
The days of wonder, oh they have gone,
So take me down to the wilding grove
The setting sun foretells the days to come
Soft winds whisper, to the beating of the drums,
A man who left, his heart back home,
Can never feel, so damn alone
It's not what, but how and when
I woke up, and never am
The peace has broken upon my heart
Upon this earth, I've left my mark
I fly from home with such abandon
My saving grace, I’ll never know
It's just me, and this old banjo,
So take me down to the wilding grove.
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10. |
What We're Made Of
04:29
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On cloudy days my cloudy mind is feeling so confused
Got a list a mile long, don’t know what to do
Went to the garden, got down on my knees
Put my hands in the soil, said hello to the bees
People are harder than the weather, and the weathers hard enough
In times like these, the world demands we really show the stuff
That we are made of, we are made of, we are made of
All I want is a bit of earth and a fire to keep me warm
And to feel like I have done some good, when the day is done
People are harder than the weather, and the weathers hard enough
In times like these, the world demands we really show the stuff
That we are made of, we are made of, we are made of
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Mulberry Soul Naples, New York
From deep in the hills of the Finger Lakes, Mulberry Soul blends a progressive cocktail of bluegrass, folk, and old time music.
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