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Caroline
03:38
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I left my home, became a stranger
I left my home, for Caroline
I left my home in certain danger
When I return I don't know just what I may find
When I'm gone I want to see the Eiffel Tower
Taj Mahal, the Pyramids, and Big Ben
I'll bring my camera just to make sure I remember
Close my eyes, breathe deep and go there once again
I left my home for education
I left my home to be a learned man
I left my home for foreign nations
When I return I'll tell you all about those lands
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Oh, No!
02:53
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As I roll in, it's half-past ten
There's no one to greet me
Blue-eyed stains, no time to change
The grief and the glory
Oh, no! What have I done?
Empty spaces hide behind blank faces
We're just painting by numbers
Fighting the dawn, again we're both pawns
Just two working class lovers
Oh, no! What have we done?
Lend a hand to a helpless man
A meal and a blanket
Come to find all he wanted was wine
And you let him drink it
Oh, no! What have you done?
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Stagecoach
03:30
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Looked at the clock: quarter past three
What in the world is happening to me?
It’s well past time I should be out milking cows
But all I can do is think of you now
Bankers and lawyers and highwaymen
What can they offer, more money than sin?
What can I offer but love?
Looked at the clock: half past nine
What in the world could be keeping you this time
I saunter to bed, my eyes are on your empty nightgown
All I can do is think of you now
Bankers and lawyers and highwaymen
Some rob by stagecoach, some with fountain pen
You stole my heart once again
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Like to Think
02:53
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I'd like to think I'm better than I am
I want to be much more than just a part of god's plan
I'd like to think I'm better than I am
I'd like to think I'm better than you
But I've got the same vices that poison you all through
I'd like to think I'm better than you
The truth is I just do what I am told
Most times I find that I can't even do what I know is right for me
I'd like to think I'm better on my own
But when I'm cooking for myself my supper burns to stone
I'd like to think I'm better on my own
I'd like to think I'm better when in town
But my eyes grow wide in the countryside with the red sun rolling down
I'd like to think I'm better when it town
The truth is I just do what I am told
Most times I find that I can't even do what I know is right for me
I'd like to think I'm better above ground
But uncertainty clings to me with this whole world crumbling 'round
I'd like to think I'm better above ground
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Olive Green
04:04
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In the time way back when
I was just a ranch hand
I dreamt one day the homestead would be mine
With no gun yet on my hip,
Nor no hair on my upper lip
I had no idea that day I'd meet my bride
On the twelfth day of July
I took my colt out for a ride
Hiyo Silver galloped right out of his shoes
So I hitched him to a sycamore
As I hurried on my way
To the blacksmith, she could make me four anew
And I saw her sitting there
In a dress of olive green
Hammering away at steel hot as the sun
The sparks weren't from the anvil
They were flying from my heart
And I knew right then that I had found the one
Slowly I approached
A lump was forming in my throat
It felt just about the size of San Jose
I attempted a "Hello"
But all that came out was a groan
And when she looked at me I fainted straight away
When I came around
I thought I had surely drowned
She had poured a pail of water o'er my head
I watched as her concerned look
Into amusement turned
And I summoned all my courage and I said:
I saw you sitting there
In your dress of olive green
Hammering away at steel hot as the sun
The sparks weren't from the anvil
They were flying from my heart
And I knew right then that I had found the one
Well she said back to me
You're no more than seventeen
But there's something in your eyes that's more mature
I have never loved another
Since my husband met that train
But for you I'll give it one try more
I saw you standing there
Tear-filled eyes of olive green
On our wedding in July hot as the sun
Watched the señoritas dancing
As the mariachis sing
"Cielito lindo," darling sweet one
I saw you sitting there
In your dress of olive green
Hammering away at steel hot as the sun
The sparks weren't from the anvil
They were flying from our hearts
And I knew right then that I had found the one
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Bicentennial Celebration
04:07
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Twas a bicentennial celebration
Jubilation had enveloped the crowd
Two hundred years of hard work and high spirits
You'd hear few complaints in this coal mining town
On our main street, a statue stood waiting
For dedicating, under a white shroud
With his lantern in hand, and a shovel over shoulder
Made of conquered boulders, but that's all forgotten now
On the same day, the mine gave way
Two hundred men, never heard from again
On that bicentennial celebration
Desolation is all we've got now
As you pass by the Village in the Valley
Down a darkened alley, a long since forgotten dirt road
Pay your respects to our ghost town once thriving
Halcyon surviving in memories alone
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His Right Hand
03:03
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In the forest there was a man
He had a hook for his right hand
How he lost it no one knows
It could've burned off, or maybe froze
If you see him wave and smile
He'll have you over for a while
Have some tea with him, bread and jam
But don't you ask him 'bout his right hand
He was all right for a time
He had his temper, had his mind
But since the incident he's a changed man
When he's reminded of his right hand
If he remembers no time to dwell
He don't turn green but he might as well
In your last moment you'll hear a slam
And feel the touch of his right hand
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Larry's Lament
02:46
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I gazed upon a maiden, let my thoughts of you subside
I slipped the ring from my finger as I stared into her eyes
I've been living this lie for a long, long time
Don't know when this will end
All I really need is a friend
She said her name was Mary and she looked a touch like you
She's had three kids too many, but at this point she'll have to do
Outside she steps for a cigarette,
"Say, I've got a light to lend"
All I really need
All I really need
All I really need is a friend
Marlboro Lights, a case of High Lifes, and a fifth of old Jim Beam
I'm just a fool playing the fool's game, and I'm running out of steam
I'll stay at home tomorrow
Or at least I always intend
All I really need
All I really need
All I really need is a friend
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Grant's Farm
04:20
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Received a letter from the post today
Gotta move my house for a railway
The return address was the Oval Office
Ulysses S. Grant signed the contents to dismantle
The time has come to do what must be done
To give Grant a piece of my mind
I'll risk life and limb so I can bury him
In a place no one can find
With my cabin razed logs lie in disarray
When I get an idea that shakes me down to my foundation
With my cabin's bones I will make Grant atone
By building a raft and sailing down the Mississippi
Grant's Farm lies ahead, my flintlock's full of lead
A gift to the commander-in-chief
My revenge in hand this pauper makes his stand
A bullet for him and then one for me
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Lagniappe
02:07
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Guiteau
04:11
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It's ten o'clock in the morning
At noon I'm set to hang
But before I swing I have to sing
This melody to send me on my way
I'm going to the Lordy
Glory Hallelujah!
I saved my party and my land
For that I am so glad
But they murdered me for it I can't comprehend
I thought 'My country 'tis of thee'
I'm going to the Lordy
Glory Hallelujah!
What will I do when I get there?
I guess that I will weep no more
There's no poverty, insanity to reckon
This patriot sees all friends no foes
I'm going to the Lordy
Glory Hallelujah!
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Tumbleweed Connection Osceola, Wisconsin
Tumbleweed Connection (FKA Fletcher Magellan) draws influence, instruments, and imagery from gospel, R&B, and psychedelic rock along with both kinds of music (country and western).
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