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Willie Nelson
Willie Nelson


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Настоящее имя Willie Hugh Nelson
Дата рождения 30 апреля 1933 г.
Откуда Abbott, Texas, U.S.
Жанры Country
Country Rock
Outlaw country
Alternative Country
Годы 1956—н.в.
Лейблы RCA Records
Island Records
Columbia Records
Atlantic Records
Lost Highway Records
См. также Waylon Jennings
The Highwaymen
Johnny Cash
Kris Kristofferson
Roger Miller
Ray Price
Snoop Dogg
Merle Haggard
Kurt Nilsen
Faron Young
Emmylou Harris
Dolly Parton
Juice Newton
Toby Keith
Sheryl Crow
Norah Jones
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Альбом Willie Nelson


Sings Kris Kristofferson (1979)
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Busted flat in Baton Rouge
I headed for the train
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans

I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
And with the windshield wipers slapping time
And Bobby clapping hands
We finally sang every song that driver knew

Chorus
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing but its free
Feeling good was easy when Bobby sang the blues
And buddy that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

From the coal mines of Kentucky
To the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me Lord
Through everything I'd done
And every night she kept me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salinas
Lord I let her slip away
Looking for the home I hope she'll find
And I'd trade all my tomorrow's for a single yesterday
Of holding Bobby's body next to mine

Chorus
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing but its free
Feeling good was easy when Bobby sang the blues
And buddy that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

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Take the ribbons from your hair shake 'em loose and let 'em fall
Let 'em fall against your chin like the shadows on the wall
Come and lay down by my side till the early morning light
All I'm taking is your time help me make it through the night
Well I don't care who's right or wrong and I won't try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow cause tonight I need a friend
Yesterday is dead and gone and tomorrow's out of sight
And it's sad to be alone help me make it through the night

[ guitar ]

Well I don't care who's right or wrong...
I can't stand to be alone help me make it through the night

. . .


See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a future full of money love and dreams
Which he spent like they was going out of style
And he keeps right on a changin' for the better or the worse
And searchin' for a shrine he's never found
Never knowing if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
Or if the going up is worth to coming down
He's a poet he's a picker he's a prophet he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction
Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home

He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars
And he's traded in tomorrow for today
Runnin' from the devils Lord and reachin' for the stars
And losin' all he loved along the way
But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse
And all he ever gets is older and around
From the rocking of the cradle to the rolling of the hearse
The going up was worth the coming down
He's a poet he's a picker...
[ guitar ]

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Why me Lord what I have ever done to deserve even one
Of the pleasures I've known
Tell me Lord what did I ever do that was worth loving you
Or the kindness you've shown
Lord help me Jesus I've wasted it so help me Jesus I know what I am
Now that I know that I've needed you so help me Jesus my soul's in your hand
[ guitar ]
Try me Lord if you think there's a way I can try to repay
All I've taken from you
Maybe Lord I can show someone else what I've been through myself
On my way back to you
Lord help me Jesus...
Jesus my soul's in your hand

. . .


Don't look so sad I know it's over
But life goes on and this old world will keep on turning
Let's just be glad we had some time to spend together
There's no need to watch the bridges that were burning
Lay your head upon my pillow hold your warm and tender body close to mine
Hear the whisper of the raindrops blowing soft against the window
And make believe you love me one more time for the good times
[ guitar ]
I'll get along you'll find another
I'll be here if you should find you ever need me
Don't say a word about tomorrow or forever
There'll be time enough for sadness when you leave me
Lay your head upon my pillow...

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If you're feeling salty I'm your tequila
If you've got the freedom well I've got the time
There ain't nothin' sweeter than naked emotions
So you show me yours fun and I'll show you mine

No ma'am I know this ain't all that you've ever been used to
You with your rings of your fingers and time on your hands
Sometimes it's nice to have somebody nice to be close to
God knows I've been there before you and I understand
If you're feeling salty...

[ guitar ]

I wish that I were the answer to all of your questions
Lord knows I know you wish you were the answer to mine
So darlin' if you ain't got a thing but a change of direction
Lord knows I know you'll be something I'm lucky to find
If you're feeling salty...
If you show me yours fun and I'll show you mine

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I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle as she flies
Turning on the world the way you smiled upon my soul as I lay dying
And healing as the colors in the sunshine and the shadows of your eyes
Waking in the morning to the feeling of your fingers on my skin
Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that I've been
Teaching me that yesterday was something that I never thought of trying
Talking of tomorrow and the money love and time we have to spend
Loving you is easier than anything I'll ever do again

Coming close together with a feeling that I've never known before in my time
You ain't ashamed to be a woman you know just gotta be a friend
I don't know the answers to the easy way you opened every door in my mind
Dreaming is as easy as believing it's never gonna end
Loving you is easier than anything I'll ever do again
Loving you is easier than anything I'll ever do again

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On a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleepy city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down

Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for desert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stair to meet the day
I'd smoke my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs I'd been a picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street and caught
The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to something that I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk...
[ guitar ]
In the park I saw a daddy with the laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headedback for home and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk...
Coming down coming down coming down coming down

. . .


This could be our last good night together we may never pass this way again
Just let me enjoy it till it's over or forever
Please don't tell me how the story ends
See the way our shadows come together softer than your fingers on my skin
Someday these may be all we remember of each other
Please don't tell me how the story ends
Never's just the echo of forever
Lonesome as the love that might have been
Let me go on loving and believing till it's over
Please don't tell me how the story ends
Please don't tell me how the story ends

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