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And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse
There's a man going around taking names and he decides
Who to free and who to blame every body won't be treated
Quite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in each
Sip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the man comes around
CHORUS
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalom no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
The wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feet
They will cast the golden crowns
When the man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around
CHORUS
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And it's name it said on him was Death
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I hurt myself today
to see if i still feel.
I focus on the pain,
the only thing thats real.
The needle tears a hole;
the old familiar sting,
try to kill it all away,
but I remember everything.
(Chorus)
what have I become,
my sweetest friend?
Everyone i know,
goes away in the end,
and you could have it all:
my empire of dirt,
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liars chair:
full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time,
the feelings dissapear.
You are someone else,
I am still right here.
What have I become,
my sweetest friend?
Everyone I know,
goes away in the end,
and you could have it all:
my empire of dirt.
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.
If I could start again,
a million miles away,
I will keep myself,
I would find a way.
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i found him by the railroad track this mornin'
i could see that he was nearly dead
i nelt down beside him, and i listened
just to hear the words the dyin' fella said
he said they let me outa prison, out in frisco
for ten long years i paid for what i done
i was tryin to get back to lousiana
to see my rose, and get to know my son
give my love to rose, please wont ya mister?
take her all my money, tell her buy some pretty clothes
tell my boy that daddy's so proud of him
and dont forget to give my love to rose
wont ya tell um, i said thanks for waitin' for me
tell my boy to help his ma at home
tell my rose to try to find another
cause it aint right that she should live alone
mister here's the bag with all my money
it wont last them long, though it goes
god bless you for finding me this morning
now dont forget to give my love to rose
give my love to rose, please wont ya mister?
take her all my money, tell her buy some pretty clothes
tell my boy that daddy's so proud of him
and dont forget to give my love to rose
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When you' re weary feeling small
When tears are in your eyes I'll dry them all
I'm on your side oh when times get rough
And friends just can t be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
When you re down and out
When you re on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you ooh
I'll take your part oh when darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Sail on silver girl
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
Oh if you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
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Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed Jeb's rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bread on him to practice my aim
My brother's rifle went off in my hand
A shot rang out across the land
The horse he kept running, the rider was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I set off running to wake from the dream
And my brother's rifle went into the stream
I kept on running into the salt lands
And that's where they found me, my head in my hands
The sheriff he asked me "Why had I run"
Then it came to me just what I had done
And all for no reason, just one piece of lead
I hung my head, I hung my head
Here in the courthouse, the whole town is there
I see the judge high up in his chair
"Explain to the courtroom what went through your mind
And we'll ask the jury what verdict they find"
I said "I felt the power of death over life
I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife
I beg their forgiveness, I wish I was dead"
I hung my head, I hung my head
Early one morning with time to kill
I see the gallows up on the hill
And out in the distance a trick of the brain
I see a lone rider crossing the plain
He's come to fetch me to see what they done
We'll ride together til Kingdom come
I pray for God's mercy for soon I'll be dead
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The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the night and the empty skies my love
To the night and the empty skies
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth turn in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command my love
That was there at my command
The first time ever I lay with you
And felt your heart beat close to mine
I thought our joy would fill the earth
And would last 'till the end of time my love
And would last 'till the end of time
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the night and the empty skies my love
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Your own, personal, Jesus
someone to hear your prayers,
someone who cares
Your own, personal, Jesus
someone to hear your prayers,
someone who's there
Feeling unknown
and you're all alone,
flesh and bone,
by the telephone,
lift up the receiver,
i'll make you a believer
Take second best,
put me to the test,
things on your chest,
you need to confess,
i will deliver,
you know i'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Your own, personal, Jesus
someone to hear your prayers,
someone who cares
Your own, personal, Jesus
someone to hear your prayers,
someone to care
Feeling unknown
and you're all alone,
flesh and bone,
by the telephone,
lift up the receiver,
i'll make you a believer
i will deliver,
you know i'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
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(Johnny Cash)
Fish ain't bitin' but I don't really care and don't hurry
Like that Wabash River there I'd be drinkin'
Or laying dead somewhere if it wasn't for the Wabash River
If it wasn't for the Wabash River and this willow tree and my pole and a line
I'd be goin' crazy as an Indiana cyclone
Drownin' memories of her and cryin' cryin' cryin'
If it wasn't for the Wabash River I'd be goin' out off my mind
It's so peaceful sittin' here beneath my tree Lord I need her
Like she often needed me life ain't worth it
Just as far as I can see if it wasn't for the Wabash River
If it wasn't for the Wabash River...
[ Rambler ]
Look out man alive
Fifty-five miles an hour they want us to go on this Interstate
And you go fifty-five and you get run over by a truck so what do you do
[ Fisherman ]
Man I must be nuts I just got back from California
All that time out there chasin' after her
[ Rambler ]
Well she must be worth a round trip
[ Fisherman ]
Worth it
You know there was a time I'd run naked through the snow just to touch that
woman
[ Rambler ]
But you wouldn't now ha
[ Fisherman ]
Where we're at anyway
[ Rambler ]
I don't know I believe that's the Platte River you want to go fishin' again
[ Fisherman ]
I had enough fishin'
[ Rambler ]
It's still a long way to California you know
[ Fisherman ]
You know I just might change my mind before we get there
[ Rambler ]
You sound like you got no control over whether you go or not
[ Fisherman ]
That's just it what is it about a woman that makes such a dummy out of a man
She was wild even when she was lovin' me man
I knew tomorrow it'd likely be somebody else she would be with
But you know just that idea that the next day she could be lovin' me again
That's what kept me on her tail chasin' after all the time
She really was poison but I guess it was good poison
Look at me here I go again hopin' for another dose of that sweet poison she had
man
Did you ever have a woman like that
[ Rambler ]
Yeah I guess I have
[ Fisherman ]
You know what I mean
[ Rambler ]
My woman's a lady
[ Fisherman ]
A lady
[ Rambler ]
A lady will give you the best lovin' you ever had
I don't care what you had in California but even a lady's love can burn out
though
But what I mean is a good woman a kind sweet considerate understandin' woman
That likes to be treated like she treats you
And if that ain't bull the better she gives love the more she wants to give
I know what I'm talkin' about a lady
Lovin's better is a lovin' heart's goin' to give another and a lady loves to
give
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Well my name it is Sam Hall it is Sam Hall
Yes my name it is Sam Hall it is Sam Hall
My name it is Sam Hall and I hate you one and all
And I hate you one and all damn your eyes
I killed a man they said so they said killed a man they said so they said
Killed the man they said and I smashed in his head
And I left him a layin' dead damn his eyes
A swingin' I must go I must go a swingin' I must go I must go
Swingin' I must go while you critters down below
Yell up Sam I told you so well damn your eyes
I saw Molly in the crowd in the crowd I saw Molly in the crowd in the crowd
I saw Molly in the crowd and I hollered right out loud
Hey there Molly ain't you proud damn your eyes
Then the sheriff he come too he come too yeah the sheriff he come too he come
too
Oh the sheriff he come too And he said Sam, how are you
And I said well sheriff how are you damn your eyes
My name is Samuel Samuel Samuel my name is Samuel Samuel
My name is Samuel and I'll see you all in the hell
And I'll see you all in hell
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Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling.
From glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling.
It’s you, It’s you, must go, and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow.
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
I'll be here in Sunshine or in Shadow
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so.
But if you come, and all the flowers are dying,
And I am dead, as dead I well may be.
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying.
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I will know, tho' soft ye tread above me
And then my grave will richer, sweeter be.
And you’ll bend down and tell me that you love me
And I will rest in peace until you come to me.
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Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow
Don' you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of heats is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're loosin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
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(Shaver Billy Joe)
Down a dangerous road, I have come to where I'm standing
With a heavy heart, and my hat clutched in my hand
Such a foolish fool, God ain't known no greater sinner
I have come in search of Jesus, hoping he will understand
I had a woman once, she was kind and she was gentle
Had a child by me, who grew up to be a man
I had a steady job, til I started into drinking
And I started making music that went with the devil's band
Oh the years flew by like a mighty rush of eagles
My dreams and plans were all scattered in the wind
It's a lonesome life, when you lose the ones you live for
If I make my peace with Jesus will they take me back again
If I give my soul, will he cleanse these clothes I'm wearin'
If I give my soul, will he put new boots on my feet
If I bow my head and beg God for his forgiveness
Will he breathe new breath inside me and give back my dignity
If I give my soul, will he stop my hands from shaking
If I give my soul, will my son love me again
If I give my soul, and she knows I really mean it
If I give my soul to Jesus will she take me back again
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I'm gonna write a tear stained letter, I'm gonna mail it straight to you
I'm gonna bring back to your mind what you said about always being true
About our secret hidin' places being daily satisfied
I can see you sittin' and readin' it while you hang your head and cry
I just hope you're not so sad that you're gonna go down suicide
I'm gonna write a tear stained letter put it special delivery
Cause it's gonna be full of stuff that's only known to you and me
About how the time I get turned on you turn me off and bring me down
It'll be about the darkest news that ever did arrive in your hometown
It'll be about the saddest thing your mailman ever did bring around
I'm gonna write a tear stained letter I'm gonna tell one more time
That you still could reconsider and come back to being mine
And if you think about what I'm saying it'll be hard to refuse
Just be sure you think a long time on the answer that you choose
It will be a most important piece of personal private news.
I'm gonna write a tear stained letter mark it personal private news
And I hope you'll keep it to yourself and don't go around crying the blues
Giving off a bad impression as to what went really wrong
When what it was was that suddenly the music was gone
And this man and woman got cut off in the middle of our song
I'm gonna write a tear stained letter I'm gonna put it to a tune
So I'll be sending with it a sweet melody for you
And not some redhot upbeat zinger meant to set your body on fire
But a hunk of love included meant to take you a little higher
And to settle on your sweet sweet mind at night when you retire
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As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day.
I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen,
All wrapped in white linen, as cold as the clay.
"I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy,"
These words he did say as I boldly walked by.
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story;
I am shot in the breast and I know I must die.
It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing
Once in the saddle I used to go gay
First to the card house and the down to Roses
But I'm shot in the breast and I'm dying today.
"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin;
Six dance hall maidens to bear up my pall.
Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin,
Roses to deaden the sods when they fall.
Then beat the drum slowly play the fife lowly,
Play the dead march as you carry me along
Take me to the green valley, lay the sod oe'r me
I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong.
Then go write a letter to my gray haired mother
And tell her the cowboy that she loved is gone
But please not one word of the man who had killed me
Don't mention his name and his name will pass on.
When thus he had spoken the hot sun was setting
The streets of Laredo grew as cold as the clay
We took the young cowboy down to the green valley
And there stands his marker we made to this day
We beat the drum slowly, played the fife lowly
Played the dead march as we carried him along
Down to the green valley, laid the sod oe'r him
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We'll meet again,
don't know where- don't know when.
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day.
Keep smiling through just like you always do.
Til' the blue skies drive the grey clouds far away.
And will you please say hello to the folks that I know,
tell them that I won't be long.
And they'll be happy to know, that as you watched me go,
I was singing this song.
We'll meet again.
Don't know where- Don't know when.
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day.
Yeah we'll meet again,
and I don't know where and I don't know when
but I do know that we'll meet again some sunny day.
So hunny, keep on smiling through,
just like you always do.
Till' the blue skies drive the grey clouds far away.
And would you please say hello
to all the folks that I know.
And tell em I won't be long.
They'll be happy to know,
that as you watched me go,
I was singing this song.
We'll meet again,
Don't know where- Don't know when.
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day.
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