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Well I won't back down, no I won't back down
You can stand me up at the gates of hell
But I won't back down
Verse 2
Gonna stand my ground, won't be turned around
And I'll keep this world from draggin' me down
Gonna stand my ground and I won't back down
Chorus
Hey baby, there ain't no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground and I won't back down
Verse 3
Well I know what's right, I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin' me around
But I stand my ground and I won't back down
Chorus
Hey baby, there ain't no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground and I won't back down
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Melinda was mine
'Til the time
That I found her
Holding Jim
And lovin' Him
Then Sue came along
Loved me strong
That's what I thought
Me and Sue
But that died, too
Don't know that I will
But until I can find me
A girl who'll stay
And won't play games behind me
I'll be what I am
A solitary man
Solitary man
I've had it to here
Bein' where
Love's a small word
A part-time thing
A paper ring
I know it's been done
Havin' one
Girl who loves me
Right or wrong
Weak or strong
Don't know that I will
But until I can find me
The girl who'll stay
And won't play games behind me
I'll be what I am
A solitary man
Solitary man
Don't know that I will
But until love can find me
And a girl who'll stay
And won't play games behind me
I'll be what I am
A solitary man
A solitary man
Solitary man
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Up in the mornin', out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay.
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day.
Had a fuss with my woman, an' I toil for my kids,
An' I sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray,
While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day.
Oh, Lord above, don't you hear me cryin'
Tears are rollin' down my eyes.
Send in a cloud with a silver linin',
Take me to paradise.
Show me that river, Take me across,
wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun give me nothing to do
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is it getting better
or do you feel the same
will it make it easier on you now
youve got someone to blame
you said one love
one life
when its one need
in the night
one love we get to share it
it leaves you baby if you dont care for it
did i disappoint you
or leave a bad taste in your mouth
you act like you never had love
and you want me to go without
well its too late
tonight
to drag the past out
into the light
we're one but we're not the same
we get to carry each other
carry each other
one
have you come here for forgivness
have you come to raise the dead
have you come here to play jesus
to the lepors in your head
did i ask too much
more than a lot
you gave me nothing now
its all i got
we're one but we're not the same
well we hurt each other and we're doin it again
you said love is a temple
love the higher law
love is a temple
love the higher law
you ask me to enter
but then you make me crawl
and i cant be holdin on
to what youve got
when all youve got is hurt
one love
one blood
one life
youve got to do what you should
one life with each other
sister
brothers
one life but we're not the same
we get to carry each other
carry each other
one
one
one
one
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When life seems full
Of clouds and rain
And I'm full
Of nothin' but pain
Who soothes my thumpin', bumpin' brain?
Nobody
When Wintertime comes
With its snow and sleet
And me with hunger
And cold feet
Who says "Here's two bits, go and eat"?
Nobody
Well, I ain't never done nothin' to nobody
I ain't never got nothin' from nobody, no time
And until I get something from somebody, sometime
I don't intend to do nothin' for nobody, no time
When Summertime comes
All warm and clear
And my friends see me
Drawin' near
Who says "come on in and have a beer"?
Nobody
Well one time when things was
Lookin' bright
I started to whittlin' on a stick one night
Who said "Hey! That's dynamite!"?
Nobody
Mmmm, I ain't never done nothin' to nobody
I ain't never got nothin' from nobody, no time
And until I get something from somebody, sometime
I don't intend to do nothin' for nobody, no time
I ain't never done nothin' to nobody
I ain't never got nothin' from nobody, no time
And until I get something from somebody, sometime
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FIRST VERSE:
Well, you're my friend
And can you see
Many times we've been out drinking
Many times we've shared our thoughts
Did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got
Well you know I have a love, for everyone I know
And you know I have a drive, for life I won't let go
But sometimes this opposition, comes rising up in me
This terrible imposition, comes blacking through my mind
CHORUS:
And then I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
Do you know how much I love you
Cause I'm hoping some day soon
You'll save me from this darkness
SECOND VERSE:
Well I hope that someday soon
We'll find peace in our lives
Together or apart
Alone or with our wives
And we can stop our whoring
And draw the smiles inside
And light it up forever
And never go to sleep
My best unbeaten brother
That isn't all I see
CHORUS:
And then I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
Do you know how much I love you
Cause I'm hoping some day soon
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It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row,
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
And I'll say it again
I..am..not..afraid..to..die.
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner meals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand I
Tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why.
And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way I'm helping
To be done with all this twisted of the truth.
A lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is melting
And I think my blood is boiling
And in a way I'm spoiling
All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
But I'm not afraid to tell a lie.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
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Verse 1:
Would you lay with me in a field of stone
If my needs were strong would you lay with me
Should my lips grow dry would you wet them dear
In the midnight hour if my lips were dry
Chorus:
Would you go away to another land
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away from my dyeing hand
If I gave my self to you
Verse 2:
Would you bathe me with me in the stream of life
When the moon is full would you bathe with me
Will you still love me when i'm down and out
In my time of trials will you stand by me
Chorus:
Would you go away to another land
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away from my dyeing hand
If I gave my self to you
Would you lay with me in a field of stone
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Field of diamonds in the sky, worlds are whirling right on by.
Are you wondering who am I? Fields of diamonds in the sky.
Am I just a star in some crown?
Or someone's life sun going down, down, down?
Field of diamonds in the sky, silent beauty shining high.
Are you tears the angels cry? Field of diamonds in the sky
Field of diamonds in the sky, like the night you pass me by.
I could touch you if I tried, fields of diamonds in the sky.
Am I just a star in some crown?
Or someone's life sun going down, down, down?
Field of diamonds in the sky, silent beauty shining high.
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I know that hearts were loving long before I was here,
And I'm not the first to ever cry in my bed or in my beer.
There were songs before there was radio
Of love that stays and love that goes
They were writing melancholy tunes and tearful words that rhyme,
Before my time, before my time.
There were songs in old dusty books of love that's always been,
Sweet lovers in their glory who are now gone with the wind.
Old fashioned love words spoken then,
Keep coming back around again.
Nothing's changed except the names, their love burns just like mine,
Before my time, before my time.
And in the dim of yesterday
I can clearly see
That flesh and blood cried out to someone
As it does in me.
And there was some old song that said, I love you till I die,
Before my time, before my time.
But what the old time masters had, is what I feel for you,
Love is love and doesn't change in a century or two.
If someway they had seen and knew
How it would be for me and you
They'd wish for love like yours and they would wish for love like mine,
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I got a crib full of corn, and a turnin' plow
But the grounds to wet for the hopper now.
Got a cultivator and a double tree
A leather line for the hull and gee
Let the thunder roll and the lighting flash
I'm doing alright for Country Trash
I'm saving up dimes for a rainy day
I got about a dollar laid away
The winds from the south and the fishings good
Got a pot belly stove a quart of wood
Mama turns the left-overs into hash I'm doing alright for
Country Trash
I got a machina and a hunting dog
A cap I ordered from the catalog
A good tall tree that shades the yard A good fat sow for the winters lard
Let the thunder roll and the lighting flash
I'm doing alright for
Country Trash
Well there's not much new ground left to plow
And the crops need fertilizer now
My hands don't earn me too much gold
For security when I grow old
But we'll all be equal under the grass
And God's got a heaven for
Country Trash And
God's got a heaven for
Country Trash
I'll be doing alright for
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Was on one cold winter's night
And the wind blew across the wild moor
Poor Mary came wand'ring with a child in her arms
And she stopped at her own father's door.
Oh, father, oh father, she cried
Come down and open the door
Or this child in my arms, will perish and die
From the winds that blow across the wild moor.
Oh why did I leave this fair spot
Where once I was happy and free
This wide world to roam, with no friends or no home
And no one to have pity on me.
But the father was deaf to her cry
Not the sound of her voice, did he hear
For the watch dogs did howl and the village bells tolled
And the winds blew across the wild moor.
Oh, how the old man must have felt
When he opened the door, the next morn'
And found Mary dead, but the child still alive
Clasped close in it's dead mother's arms.
In anguish, he pulled his gray hair
And the tears, down his cheeks, they did pour
When he saw how that night, they had perished and died
From the winds that blow across the wild moor.
The old man, his life, pined away
And the child, to it's mother, went soon
And no one they say, lives there to this day
And the old house, to ruin, has gone.
But the villagers point out the spot
And the willows droop over the door
Where poor mary died, once a sweet village bride
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I hear that lonesome whippoorwill
She sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry
Did you ever see a night so long
As time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hang his head and cry
Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die
It's cos he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
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There's a stool along the road to freedom
Like a gipsy in a guilty cage
But rising has not always been bright
Destiny dreams are made
My days all run together
Like a timeless honeycomb
I find myself wishing I could drink again
Water from the wells of home
Water from the wells of home
Water from the wells of home
I've seen all your shining cities
Lean against the yellow sky
I've seen the down, and I'll get better
I've seen many of strong men die
Well the troubled hearts in the worried men
Things that I've been showed
Keep me always returning to
Water from the wells of home
Water from the wells of home
Water from the wells of home
I want to come back some day to the water from the wells of home
Lord take me back someday to the water from the wells of home
I want to come back some day to the water from the wells of home
I want to come back some day to the water from the wells of home
Lord take me back someday to the water from the wells of home
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