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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


Willie Nelson Live (1976)
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. . .


The red headed stranger from Blue Rock Montana
Rode into town one day
And under his knees was a raging black stallion
Walking behind was a bay
The Red Headed Stranger had eyes like the thunder
And his lips, they were sad and tight
His little lost love, lay asleep on the hillside
And his heart was heavy this night

(Chorus)
Don’t cross him, don’t boss him
He’s wild in his sorrow
He’s riding and hiding his pain
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
Just wait till tomorrow, maybe he’ll ride on again

A yellow haired lady leaned out of her window
And watched as he passed her way
She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion
But cast greedy eyes on the bay
But how could she know that this dancing bay pony
Meant more to him than life
For this was the horse that his little lost darling,
Had ridden when she was his wife.

(Chorus)
Don’t cross him, don’t boss him
He’s wild in his sorrow
He’s riding and hiding his pain
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
Just wait till tomorrow, maybe he’ll ride on again

The yellow haired lady came down to the tavern
And looked up the stranger there
He bought her a drink and he gave her some money
He just didn’t seem to care
She followed him out as he saddled the stallion
And laughed as she grabbed at the bay,
He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her,
She never heard anyone say

(Chorus)
Don’t cross him, don’t boss him
He’s wild in his sorrow
He’s riding and hiding his pain
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
Just wait till tomorrow, maybe he’ll ride on again

The yellow haired lady was buried at sunset,
The stranger went free of course,
For you can’t hang a man for killing a woman
Who’s trying to steal your horse
This is the tale of the Red Headed stranger,
And if he should pass your way
Stay out of the path of the raging black stallion
And don’t lay a hand on the bay

(Chorus)
Don’t cross him, don’t boss him
He’s wild in his sorrow
He’s riding and hiding his pain
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
Just wait till tomorrow, maybe he’ll ride on again

. . .


On the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again,
And I can't wait to get on the road again.

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on the road again

Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
And I can't wait to get on the road again

. . .


Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the south-bound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passing trains that have no names
And freight yards, full of old black men
And the grave-yards of the rusted automobiles

Good morning America, how are you
Say don't you know me, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five-hundred miles when the day is done

Dealing cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels grumbling 'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet, made of steel
Mothers with their babies asleep, rocking to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Good morning America, how are you
Say don't you know me, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five-hundred miles when the day is done

Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again
The passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues

Goodnight America, how are you
Say don't you know me, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five-hundred miles when the day is done

. . .


If you've got the money honey I've got the time
we'll go honky tonkin' and we'll have a time
we'll have more fun baby on the way down the line
if you've got the money honey I've got the time

there ain't no need to teary' lets start out tonight
we'll have fun oh boy oh boy and we'll do it right
bring along your cadillac leave my ol' wreck behind
if you've got the money honey I've got the time

(instumental break)

We'll go honky tonkin' make every spot in town
We'll go to the park where it's dark and we won't fool around.
if you run short of money I'll run short of time
you got no more money honey I've no more time

If you've got the money honey I've got the time
we'll go honky tonkin' and we'll have a time
bring along your cadillac leave my ol' wreck behind
if you've got the money
honey I've got the tiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmimeee


. . .


Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.

Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.

I'm drowning in a whiskey river,
Bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul.
Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind.
And warm an empty heart you left so cold.

Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.

Instrumental break.

I'm drowning in a whiskey river,
Bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul.
Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind.
And warm an empty heart you left so cold.

Whiskey River take my mind,
Don't let her mem'ry torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry,
You're all I've got, take care of me.


. . .


Just like the sun over the mountain top you know I'll always come again
You know I love to spend my morning time like sunlight dancing on your skin
And I have never gone so long just for telling lies to you
What you've seen is what I've been
There is nothing that I can hide a few you see me better than I can
Out on the road that lies before me now there are some turns where I will spin
I only hope that you will hold me now till I gain control again
[ guitar ]
Just like a lighthouse you must stand alone and mark the sailors journey's end
And no matter what sea that I've been sailing on I'll always roll this way again
Out on the road that lies...

. . .


Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
If I made you feel second best
Girl I'm sorry I was blind

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

And maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your
Sweet love hasn't died
And give me
Give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied
Keep you satisfied

Little things I should have
Said and done
I just never took the time

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind....

. . .


Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night
dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
And now my constellation
Is in the stardust of a song

Beside a garden wall
When stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses bloom
Though I dream in vain
In my heart there always will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love refrained

Though I dream in vain
In my heart there always will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love refrained

(Repeat)

. . .


Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through.
An' just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind.

Georgia, Georgia, a song of you,
Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines.

Other arms reach out to me;
Other eyes smile tenderly.
Still in peaceful dreams I see,
The road leads back to you.

Georgia, Georgia, no peace I find.
Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind.

Instrumental break.

Georgia, Georgia, no peace I find.
Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind.
Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind.

On my mind.
On my mind.

On my mind.
On my mind.

On my mind.
On my mind.

On my mind.


To Fade out.


. . .


WILLIE NELSON:
In the twilight glow i see her
Blue eyes crying in the rain
When we kissed goodbye and parted
I knew we'd never meet again

SHANIA TWAIN:
Love is like a dying ember
And only memories remain
And through the ages i'll remember
Blue eyes crying in the rain.

BOTH:
Someday when we meet up yonder
We'll stroll hand in hand again
In the land that knows no parting
For blue eyes crying in the rain.

. . .


He looked down into her brown eyes,
Said, " Say a prayer for me."
She threw her arms around him,
Whispered, "God will keep us free."
They could hear the riders comin,
He said, "This is my last fight.
If they take me back to Texas,
They won't take me back alive."

**Chorus**
There were seven Spanish Angels,
At the alter of the Sun.
They were prayin' for the lovers,
In the valley of the gun.
When the battle stopped,
And the smoke cleared.
There was thunder from the throne.
And seven Spanish angels,
Took another angel home.

She reached down and picked the gun up,
That lay smokin in his hand.
She said, "Father please forgive me,
I can't make it without my man."
And she knew the gun was empty,
And she knew she couldn't win.
Her final prayer was answered,
When the rifles fired again.

**Chorus**

. . .


The only two things in life that make it worth living,
Is guitars tuned good and firm-feeling women.
I don’t need my name in the marquee lights,
I got my song and I got you with me tonight.
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love.

Let’s go to Luckenbach, Texas,
With Waylon and Willie and the boys.
This successful life we’re living,
Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys.
Between Hank Williams' pain songs,
An' Newberry's train songs,
An' "Blue Eyes Cryin' In The Rain",
Out in Luckenbach, Texas,
Ain’t nobody feeling no pain.

So baby let’s sell your diamond ring,
Buy some boots and faded jeans and go away.
This coat and tie is choking me,
In your high society, you cry all day.
We’ve been so busy keeping up with the Jones,
Four-car garage and we’re still building on.
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love.

Let’s go to Luckenbach, Texas,
With Waylon and Willie and the boys.
This successful life we’re living,
Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys.
Between Hank Williams' pain songs,
An Newberry's train songs,
An' "Blue Eyes Cryin' In The Rain",
Out in Luckenbach, Texas,
Ain’t nobody feeling no pain.

Let’s go to Luckenbach, Texas,
With Waylon and Willie and the boys.
This successful life we’re living's,
Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys.
Between the Hank Williams' pain songs,
An Jerry Jeff's train songs,
An' "Blue Eyes Cryin' In The Rain",
Out in Luckenbach, Texas,
Ain’t nobody feeling no pain.

Instrumental fade off.


. . .


A long time forgotten
are dreams that just felt by the way.
And the good life he promised
ain't what she's living to day.
But she never complains of
the bad times or bad things he's done
Lord.
She's just talks about the good times
they've had and all the good times to come.

She's a good hearted woman
in love with a good timin' man.
She loves him in spite of his ways
that she don't understand.
Through teardrops and laughter

they'll pass though his world hand in hand.
A good hearted woman
lovin' her good timin' man.

He likes the night life

the brightlights and good timin' friends.
when the party's all over
she welcome him back home again.
Lord knows she don't understand him
but she does the best that she can.
'Cause she's a good hearted woman
she loves her good timin' man.

She's a good hearted woman ...



. . .


If you had not have fallen
Then I would not have found you
Angel flying too close to the ground
And I patched up your broken wing
And hung around a while
Tried to keep your spirits up

**CORRECTION** And your fever down

Chorus:
I knew someday that you would fly away
For love's the greatest healer to be found
So leave me if you need to
I will still remember
Angel flying too close to the ground

Fly on, fly on past the speed of sound
I'd rather see you up
Than see you down
Leave me if you need to
I will still remember
Angel flying too close to the ground

. . .


Willie Nelson & Julio Iglesias

To all the girls I've loved before
Who travelled in and out my door
I'm glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the girls I've loved before

To all the girls I once caressed
And may I say I've held the best
For helping me to grow
I owe a lot I know
To all the girls I've loved before

The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stay
The winds of change continue blowing
And they just carry me away

To all the girls who shared my life
Who now are someone else's wives
I'm glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the girls I've loved before

To all the girls who cared for me
Who filled my nights with ecstasy
They live within my heart
I'll always be a part
Of all the girls I've loved before

The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stay
The winds of change continue blowing
And they just carry me away

To all the girls we've loved before
Who travelled in and out our doors
We're glad they came along
We dedicate this song
To all the girls we've loved before

To all the girls we've loved before
Who travelled in and out our doors
We're glad they came along
We dedicate this song
To all the girls we've loved before...

. . .


Some other time, I'll forget you.
And start my life anew.
But not just now, I won't forget you,
'Cos I've spent too much time loving you.

I know I could forget you if I wanted to.
But there's still ten thousand dreams that I must dream of you.

Some other time, I'll stop rememberin',
The love that came my way.
Then I'll forget I ever loved you.
Some other time, but not today.

I know I could forget you if I wanted to.
But there's still ten thousand dreams that I must dream of you.

Some other time, I'll stop rememberin',
The love that came my way.
Then I'll forget I ever loved you.
Some other time, but not today.


. . .


You say your heart will never break:
I hope so, for your sake.
But happiness is sometimes hard,
For hearts to cling to.
You say he'll always be with you:
I hope so, for your sake.
But should he find somebody new,
What would you do?

If you were wrong, would you confess?
I wouldn't know, but I could guess,
That you would act the same as I,
An' cry.
And should these things ever come true,
When love is gone, what will you do?
Will you accept my love for you?
I hope so, for my sake.

Instrumental break.

If you were wrong, would you confess?
I wouldn't know, but I could guess,
That you would act the same as I,
An' cry.
And should these things ever come true,
When love is gone, what will you do?
Will you accept my love for you?
I hope so, for my sake.


. . .


There's something on your mind, why don't you tell me?
You act as though your heart is miles away.
I speak to you but you don't even hear me.
Don't be unkind: is there something on your mind?

You look at me with eyes that never see me.
You're watching memories down in your heart.
Is there someone from the past you can't forget, dear?
Don't be unkind: is there something on your mind?

Instrumental.

Even though you tried your best to love me,
I know I can't compete with memories.
So tell me now, before the vows are spoken.
While there's still time, is there something on your mind?


. . .


I made myself a promise, the day you put me down,
That I wouldn't see you if you came around.
But here you are, within my arms, the way you used to be.
And I broke the promise that I made to me.

They told me you were at a dance and I prepared to go:
I made myself a promise that I'd only say hello.
I knew you'd only hurt me, but it's such sweet misery,
So I broke the promise that I made to me.

A broken promise always means someone will surely cry,
And I know who that someone's bound to be.
And tomorrow I'll be sorry that I told myself a lie,
And broke the promise that I made to me.

A broken promise always means someone will surely cry,
And I know who that someone's bound to be.
And tomorrow I'll be sorry that I told myself a lie,
And broke the promise that I made to me.


. . .


As you sit there in your loneliness,
Confused as you must be.
I'm sure a dozen questions come to mind.
And if you're wondering why I left you,
After all you've done for me,
I guess you'll have to blame it on the times.

The many times you had your way,
No matter what the cost.
And the many times you took for granted,
Love you now have lost.
And if I've hurt you, darlin',
I don't mean to be unkind.
I guess you'll have to blame it on the times.

Instrumental bridge.

That small conceited world of yours,
Could never understand,
That to want to stand alone is not a crime.
And, if for one time in my life,
I'm acting like a man,
I guess you'll have to blame it on the times.

Blame it on the many times,
A hiding place I'd seek.
Afraid to say what's on my mind,
An' ashamed for being weak.
So if at last I'm seeing,
After so long being blind,
I suppose you'll have to blame it on the times.


. . .


These lines in my face, caused from worry,
Grow deeper as you walk out of sight.
Mine is the face of a fighter,
But my heart has just lost the fight.

Round one: you told me you loved me,
An' I felt my heart falling there an' then.
The last round: you walked tall an' left me,
An' I guess my heart's losin' again.

Mine is the face of a fighter:
I fought for your love with all my might.
Mine is the face of fighter,
But my heart has just lost the fight.

Instrumental break.

Yes, mine is the face of a fighter:
I fought for your love with all my might.
Mine is the face of fighter,
But my heart has just lost the fight.


. . .

The Shelter of Your Arms

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. . .


Each time you hurt me, you say you're sorry.
I try to understand, and say: "OK."
But there must be an end to understanding,
And the end of mine can't be too far away.

I try to understand that you're "only human".
And "we all make mistakes" every day.
But there must be an end to understanding,
And I know that I just can't go on this way.

Don't you know that love and understanding go together:
Ask too much of one and both will die.
And there must be an end to understanding,
And I know, someday, I'll reach the end of mine.

Don't you know that love and understanding go together:
Ask too much of one and both will die.
And there must be an end to understanding,
And I know, someday, I'll reach the end of mine.


. . .


Home is where you're happy and I'm happy here with you,
Or any place on earth that you may be.
Home is where you're happy, just any house will do,
And I'll feel at home as long as you're with me.

This room could not hold me for one short minute;
If you weren't here with me, I'd soon be gone.
That chair is just a chair when you're not in it.
It takes more than rooms and chairs to make a home.

Home is where you're happy and I'm happy here with you,
Or any place on earth that you may be.
Home is where you're happy, just any house will do,
And I'll feel at home as long as you're with me.

Time, someday, may cause this house to crumble,
But we'll move into another, love and all.
And if time, someday, should make your footsteps stumble,
I'll be there to catch you, should you fall.

Home is where you're happy and I'm happy here with you,
Or any place on earth that you may be.
Home is where you're happy, just any house will do,
And I'll feel at home as long as you're with me.


. . .


The music's stopped, the crowd is thinnin' now.
One phase of night has reached an ending now.
And nothin', nothin' lasts forever,
Except forever, and you, my love.

And so will you, my love:
My love.

The street is dark here while I walk alone,
An' since you've gone, I always walk alone.
'Cause nothin', nothin' lasts forever,
Except forever, and you, my love.

And so will you, my love:
My love.

And so will you, my love:
Your memories always near.
Wherever I am found,
Your memories still around.

The dawn an' I arrive at home at last.
Night turns it's lonely face toward the past.
'Cause nothin', nothin' lasts forever,
Except forever, and you, my love.

And so will you, my love:
My love.


. . .


This is the waiting time: I wait for you.
While you make up your mind just what you wanna do.
They say that things worthwhile are worth waiting for,
And you're worth so much to me, I'll wait for ever more.

There was a hurting time, I hurt you so;
Then came the parting time, I watched you go.
But you said perhaps, in time, our love could still be.
So this is the waiting time, and I'll just wait and see.

Instrumental.

There was a hurting time, I hurt you so;
Then came the parting time, I watched you go.
But you said perhaps, in time, our love could still be.
So this is the waiting time, and I'll just wait and see.


. . .


The children are sleepin',
Our talk can begin.
We've waited until they've gone to bed.
We knew they would cry,
When we said goodbye,
And I'd rather leave quietly instead.

We can never be happy,
We both know it's true.
We've quarrelled from the day that we met.
Our love was too weak,
To pull our dreams through,
But too strong to let us forget.

I hope we can salvage a few memories,
To carry us through the long night.
The clock's strikin' midnight, yesterday's gone.
And there's no tomorrow in sight.

In our efforts to break through,
The thick walls of pride,
With harsh words that burned to the core.
The wall's still remainin',
But the words broke inside,
And strengthened the walls even more.

I hope we can salvage a few memories,
To carry us through the long night.
The clock's strikin' midnight, yesterday's gone.
And there's no tomorrow in sight.


. . .


I've got a new car, an' it drives just like a dream.
I've got money, an' can buy most anything.
I've got places to go an' things to do.
I've got everything, everything but you.

I've got a date book that's just bulging at the seams.
I've got the numbers of all the local queens.
They give me memories that last a day or two.
I've got everything, everything but you.

But this new car I drive don't mean anything,
Which reminds me: there's a payment overdue.
An' they say that I'm a man who's got everything.
Yeah, I've got everything, everything but you.

Instrumental break.

An' this new car that I drive don't mean anything,
Which reminds me: there's a payment overdue.
An' they say that I'm a man who's got everything.
Yeah, I've got everything, everything but you.



. . .


I'm sorry, but you've come to the wrong house.
But I know who those flowers are for.
The flowers that you have are for someone who's happy,
And happiness lives next door.

Someone sends her flowers each evening,
And her young heart is flooded with joy.
So don't keep her waiting, deliver the flowers,
To happiness, who lives next door.

The only one who would send flowers to me,
Is gone to return no more.
But there's some consolation to know someone is happy,
And happiness lives next door.

Instrumental break.

The only one who would send flowers to me,
Is gone to return no more.
But there's some consolation to know someone is happy,
And happiness lives next door.


. . .


Right or wrong
I'll always love you
Though you're gone
I can't forget
Right or wrong
I'll keep on dreaming
Though I wake with
That same old regret
All along I knew I'd lose you
Still I prayed that you'd be true
In your heart you love another
But right or wrong
I'm still in love with you

[ fiddle - piano - guitar - steel ]

Right or wrong I'll always love you...

. . .


Go away; can't you see I'm cryin'?
Go back to the new love that you've found.
Don't sweet talk me, 'cause I ain't listenin',
And you'll only make things worse by hangin' round.

I know that I'd be crazy,
If I took you back again.
But this foolish heart of mine,
Might just weaken and give in.
So go away,
I feel much better when you're gone.
For you're the one who made me cry.
Now let me cry alone.

I know that I'd be crazy,
If I took you back again.
But this foolish heart of mine,
Might just weaken and give in.
So go away,
I feel much better when you're gone.
For you're the one who made me cry.
Now let me cry alone.


. . .


I'll stay around 'til it's over.
And hope that it never ends.
Maybe in time, you'll change your mind
And decide to love me again.
I'll just simply refuse to leave you.
Call me stubborn, but I'll never give in.
And I'll just hang around 'til it's over,
And hope that it never ends.

I'll stay around 'til it's over.
And hope that it never ends.
Maybe in time, you'll change your mind
And decide to love me again.
I'll just simply refuse to leave you.
Call me stubborn, but I'll never give in.
And I'll just hang around 'til it's over,
And hope that it never ends.


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