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Can´t Take It With You
04:34
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Well now the Lord said to Abraham
“I got a little job right here for you
It's nothing that no daddy in his right mind would want to do
It's calling for a sacrifice, but then again maybe no
But still you can't take him with you,
Can't take him with you when you go”
You can't take it with ya,
you can't take it with ya when you go
You can't take it with ya,
you can't take it with ya when you go
The Lord he come and get ya,
He comin' down to get ya don't you know
You can't take it with ya,
you can't take it with ya when you go
The Lord said to Moses “I got a little word I wanna say
To all of them there pagans dancin' and drinkin' the night away
I wrote 'em all down for ya, for all of this here world is gonna see
They're numbered one to ten,
Hey brother here's another one on me”
You can't take it with ya...
It don't mean nothin' if you put it in a sack
You can't bring nothin' and you're never comin' back
Well now the Lord said to Jesus,
“You'd better spread the word upon the land
Teach 'em generosity, kindness to each and every man
Material positions, leave them all there where they stand
Because you can't take 'em with ya,
you can't take 'em to the Promised Land”
You can't take it with ya...
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2. |
Hanging Day
03:50
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Hey Mama, why we always waiting on you
We done everything we was supposed to do
Do your lipstick and fix up your pretty hair
'Cause there's a picnic down at the ol' town square
Can you hear the sound of hammers hitting pine
Rapid work on a wooden stage so high
To get it ready for a matinee
To send another to his judgement day
Hanging Day, I saw it posted on the board
Sunday morning, after congregating with the Lord
Bring a big lunch 'cause everybody's hungry today
They can't wait 'cause Sunday's always hanging day
Hey Mama, dry up your hazel eyes
Hey Daddy, better straighten up that tie
A pretty girl waiting on a goodbye kiss
There's something no one's gonna wanna miss
Hanging Day, I saw it posted on the board...
Hey Henry everybody's waiting on you
Is there a last thing that you'd like to say or do?
You're the one that everybody's waiting to see
I'll say a prayer, God have mercy on thee
Hanging Day, I saw it posted on the board...
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3. |
Change
03:31
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Change
is gonna have to come
Right or wrong
It's got to be done
Change
I see it on the way
Ready or not
It's coming today
Sometimes slow,
sometimes fast
One thing's for sure,
Nothing can last
Change
We can't go on this way
Many changes
Will have to be made
I tried to stay
And not let it go
I was blind
I just didn't know
Change
We can't go on this way
Many changes
Will have to be made
Change
is gonna have to come
Right or wrong
It's got to be done
Ready or not
That change
is coming today
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4. |
Don´t Shoot At Me
02:17
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Don't shoot at me, don't shoot at me
I'm just a good ol' boy from Tennessee
Just drove into town late last night
Didn't know I was in your sight
I beg you please, don't shoot at me
Don't gun me down, don't gun me down
I'm just a stranger to this part of town
Don't know it would be this way
Don't think I would like to stay right here
I am here all by myself, I don't need nobody's help
I'm just heading back to Tennessee
Don't shoot at me, don't shoot at me...
I am here all by myself, I don't need nobody's help
I'm just heading back to Tennessee
Don't shoot at me, don't shoot at me...
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Morning after New Years Eve
Garbage haulers still trying to sleep
Dumpsters on overload
But no one round here needs to be told
Cats are hissin, dogs'll moan
For have a lambchop still on the bone
What gets left out won't go to waste
Go to good use on this day
Come along one come along all
To the feast of the cats and dogs
Comin on fast comin on strong
It's the feast of the cats and dogs
Dinner's served in the street
In the alley you can find the best treat
Ain't no laughter ain't no cheer
But it's the best day of the year
Come along one come along all...
Nothing going to waste down here
Come along one come along all... (2x)
Nothing going to waste down here
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I'm pulling up my roots again
I'm going where I've never been
I'm gonna find some fertile soil
And settle down again
I'm going where the folks don't know me
I'm on nobody's mind
I'm pulling up my roots again
I'm wasting no more time
I'm pulling up my roots again
This town done run it's course
I'm going where the wind will blow
Hey maybe this time north
I'm going where the day's are cooler
And the nighttime's warm
I'm pulling up my roots again
I'm heading somewhere far
The ground that I've been planted on
Is done supporting me
The rain don't fall on me no more
No sunshine do I see
It's time to get on out the door
And stake another claim
Far away where no one cares
Maybe I'll change my name
I'm pulling up my roots again
I'm getting awfully tired
Of working for somebody else
Of getting hired and fired
I'm going on a little journey
And maybe stay a while
I'm pulling up my roots again
Another thousand miles
I'm pulling up my roots again
I'll maybe stay a while
I'm pulling up my roots again
Another thousand miles
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7. |
South of the Border
03:35
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I met a girl once when south of the border
She had no interest in me
I tried my charm and American dollars
It wouldn't work I could see
She had the look of a hot summer evening
The breeze gave life to her hair
Her eyes would shine like the stars in the heavens
Her face betrayed not a care
I stayed a while there just south of the border
That's where my heart longed to be
I'd win her love if it takes me forever
She'd be my heart's guarantee
I took her to my American city
She fell in love, I could see
With Yankee values and common convenience
She soon looked different
That's when I headed back south of the border
Down where the sun melts the sky
Down where the time runs a little bit slower
And where the heat never dies
So if you ever are south of the border
Remember these words I say
You'll fall in love with the Mexican beauty
One way or not, you're bound to stay
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8. |
I Know Her Secret
03:44
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I got a pretty little baby never likes to watch the evening TV
She takes a tenner from my wallet, saying that's all she will need
She says she's going visitating, but I'm home waiting past four
I got an eye wide open, got it set right by the door
I know her secret, like I know my left hand
Her long, tall story, isn't fooling this man
I know her secret, well who she think that I am?
If it's a fool she's wanting, she better find another man
Now there ain't a lot of places to be in a county this small
There's the Broken Spoke Saloon
and the backroom down at Enos' Pool Hall
With just a little look, I see every little nook that she's been
There ain't nothing worse than her scrapping at the stain of her sin
I know here secret....
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9. |
Sweet 17
02:57
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Sweet seventeen, daddy's little girl
When she's with her pets, I like to feed her squirrl
Younger than she seems, sweet seventeen
Sweet seventeen, they tell me stay away
From that little girl that's only half the age
Of this married man, I shouldn't but I can
When I wake up in the morning,
I think of her right by my side
I can feel something a-rising,
until I open up my eyes
Sweet seventeen, do you have to go
Can't you stay a while, and let me watch you grow
A thing I'd like to see, it just occurred to me
Late at night I lay there wondering,
what that girl is up to now
In her boyfriend's car she's doing,
things her mama won't allow
Sweet seventeen, is it worth the wait
for you to come of age, to steal my heart away
I'll have to let it go, I guess I'll never know
What it's like to be, sweet seventeen
Younger than she seems, sweet seventeen
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10. |
Folsom Prison Blues
04:08
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I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone
When I was just a baby my mama told me
"Son, always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns"
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me
Well if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
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11. |
The Metro Cowboy
02:58
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The Metro Cowboy
was the new kid in this town
He had them western boots,
a country kind of sound
And an attitude
like nobody else around
He thought he'd make a franc
playing on them metro trains
And before too long
he was making some pretty good change
He thought he had it licked,
he though he had won the game
The Metro Cowboy
does his singing under ground
The Metro Cowboy's
got another week left in town
The Metro Cowboy's
got another franc left to earn
The Metro Cowboy's
got another thing left to learn
Inst. verse form
Then one night
with nothing left to gain
He got himself real drunk
until he could feel no pain
And then he stepped in front
of that outbound metro train
And now...
The Metro Cowboy
does his singing under ground
The Metro Cowboy's
got another week left in town
The Metro Cowboy's
got another franc left to earn
The Metro Cowboy's
got another thing left to learn
The Metro Cowboy
does his singing under ground
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12. |
On M´Attends
03:50
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Toi, ma mère, sèche tes jolis yeux.
Passe encore tes doigts dans mes cheveux.
Tout comme au temps des jours heureux.
Lorsque la vie n’était qu’un jeu.
Toi, mon père, ne t’en fais pas pour moi.
J’ai vécu ma part de joie.
Serre ma main une dernière fois.
Maintenant, prends bien soin de toi.
On m’attends, la bas de l’autre cote.
L’heure des adieux a sonné.
La vie a filé entre mes mains.
J’arrive au bout du chemin.
Toi, mon frère, on s’est trop disputé.
Aujourd’hui tout est effacé.
Va boire un verre à ma santé.
Et n’oublie pas de l’embrasser.
On m’attends...
Toi, l’ami pense à moi quequefois.
Je serai toujours près de toi.
Un jour on se retrouvera.
Encore une fois on chantera.
On m’attends...
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Aún no sé hacia donde voy, es tiempo de partir
Un nuevo rumbo encontraré, debo sobrevivir
La nueva tierra me espera allá, no me lo pienso más
Llegó mi hora de partir, sólo debo empezar.
La chica con quien me casé, me quiso de verdad
Y con el tiempo descubrí, que no era realidad
No encajó en mi destino, no me quise arriesgar
Aún no sé hacia donde voy, busco felicidad.
La tierra donde yo crecí, un día se secó
Con la tormenta desperté, y me fui con el sol
Empezaré un nuevo camino, buscaré libertad
Nadie sabrá por donde estoy, mi nombre cambiará.
Aún no sé hacia donde voy, es tiempo de partir
Voy a vivir sólo sin tí, y voy a disfrutar
La nueva tierra me espera allá, no me lo pienso más
Aún no sé hacia donde voy, mil millas más alla.
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14. |
Hanging On Ma
03:50
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Hey Mama, why we always waiting on you
We done everything we was supposed to do
Do your lipstick and fix up your pretty hair
'Cause there's a picnic down in the ol' town square
Can you hear the sound of hammers hitting pine
Rapid work on a wooden stage so high
To get it ready for a matinee
To send another to his judgement day
On m’attends, la bas de l’autre cote.
L’heure des adieux a sonné
La vie a filé entre mes mains.
J’arrive au bout du chemin.
Hey Mama, dry up your hazel eyes
Hey Daddy, better straighten up that tie
A pretty girl waiting on a goodbye kiss
There's something no one's gonna wanna miss
On m’attends, la bas de l’autre cote.
L’heure des adieux a sonné
La vie a filé entre mes mains.
J’arrive au bout du chemin.
Hey Henry everybody's waiting on you
Is there a last thing that you'd like to say or do?
You're the one that everybody's waiting to see
I'll say a prayer, God have mercy on thee
Hanging Day, I saw it posted on the board
Sunday morning, after congregating with the Lord
Bring a big lunch 'cause everybody's hungry today
They can't wait 'cause Sunday's always hanging day
On m’attends, la bas de l’autre cote.
J’arrive au bout du chemin.
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15. |
Pulling Up Donde Voy
03:01
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I'm pulling up my roots again
I'm going where I've never been
I'm gonna find some fertile soil
And settle down again
I'm going where the folks don't know me
I'm on nobody's mind
I'm pulling up my roots again
I'm wasting no more time
I'm pulling up my roots again
This town done run it's course
I'm going where the wind will blow
Hey maybe this time north
I'm going where the day's are cooler
And the nighttime's warm
I'm pulling up my roots again
I'm heading somewhere far
La tierra donde yo crecí, un día se secó
Con la tormenta desperté, y me fui con el sol
Empezaré un nuevo camino, buscaré libertad
Nadie sabrá por donde estoy, mi nombre cambiará.
Aún no sé hacia donde voy, es tiempo de partir
Un nuevo rumbo encontraré, debo sobrevivir
La nueva tierra me espera allá, no me lo pienso más
Aún no sé hacia donde voy, mil millas más alla
Aún no sé hacia donde voy, mil millas más alla
I'm pulling up my roots again
Another thousand miles
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James Lynch Spain
American expat singer, songwriter, producer, stranded on a little island off the coast of Africa called Lanzarote, which he now calls home. Has toured the world, especially North America and Europe while working with such artists as Elliott Murphy, The Moody Brothers, Flaco Jimenez, John Carter Cash. An international ambassador of that "Americana" sound. ... more
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