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Louisiana
03:09
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You mark me a stranger, and if one must be broken
Then it had to be me
Had to fold my arms, but I slowly walked away,
And if I make it back, will I hear you call my name,
Louisiana
Well, you wrote me your letters, and each still left unopened
Lord, you don’t believe me
Well you wreck my mind, each time I couldn’t quite complain
And if I make it back, would I wear this ball and chain
Louisiana
You weeped and you moaned but you promised another,
Lord, it couldn’t be me
As it pierced my heart did I swallow back the pain?
And as midnight fell, it’ll come to fall again
Louisiana
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Becky
03:23
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Go down, Miss Becky. Don’t you come back again
Til’ I find me a penny, ‘til you find a friend
Gonna raise my hammer to work on the railroad line
Well I’ve been mistreated Lord, and I don’t mind dyin’
Won’t you give it up becky, you been no good to me
Won’t you give it up Becky the day you set me free
Oh give it up Becky, ‘til you feel I’m feelin’ fine
Won’t you give it up Becky, you’re no longer mine
Back in Savannah where the sycamore bloom
If I better die happy, it’ll be too soon
Where the women fancy and the water runs red
If I come back crawlin’, you’d kill me dead
Scared of running with the water-well dry
Ain’t goin’ nowhere ‘til sweet by and by
I found your number with the telephone in hand
Well, you take my love and give it to another man
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Figurin' Out Your Love
03:09
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Tell me one more time, am I southbound by tomorrow
Figurin’ out your love?
Pass this way again, well there ain’t much left to borrow
Figurin out your love
Hear that northwind comin’ through,
You’ll never come to know what hit ya
And if you fall, who will run to come and get ya
While I’m figurin out your love
I'm beggin’ you mama, you know I’m a-rappin' at your door
Figurin’ out your love
Come next fall you know I'm a-bound to ride for sure
figurin out your love
Hear that northwind callin’ you,
No, any name won’t’ fit ya
But if you fall, who will run to come and get ya
While I’m figurin’ out your love
Dreams were made for comin’ true
When twenty-five will take ya
And twenty-nine will come to break ya
While I’m figurin’ out your love
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Colorado Rain
03:18
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Throw your troubles in the fire,
Take my hand, I'll take you higher
In my arms stay close to me,
The 'morrow come I'll set you free
Travelled East and Travelled West,
She's the one that I love best
Now I'm gone so far away,
You know I'll come back some day
Like the cold, cold Colorado rain
When you come, you come - never return again
In this hollow I will dwell,
I'll find mine or burn in hell
In this river I will lie,
Float away and ease my mind
Circle, circle, circle, dot,
Take these chains that you have wrought
Circle, circle, circle, dot,
You can't give what you ain't got
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Katie Belle
03:36
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Rise up tomorrow, but you don’t come back late
When come the judgement, I’d heard it straight
I’ve been there by and by, but I’m clean
I’ve read your book of poems by the old graveside
I’ve heard the captain lust beyond his wonders
But the guilty come and go
And the call before the crow
Beyond the evidence of you rings true
And when castles made of sand
Come tumblin’ to our hands
Ain’t it swell, Katie Belle?
Still none but sorrow if it kills what’s mine
Beg, steal or borrow like you did Poor Shine
Remember not what’s blind, but what has been
So taken by the arm, you spin like fire
The way you sing this song, you crack like thunder
Still the sign on the door
Reads ‘blood on the floor’
And the devil satisfied once more
And when castles made of sand
Come tumblin’ to our hands
Ain’t it swell, Katie Belle?
Goin’ where the water taste like cherry wine
Back to that Shenandoah Valley pine
I’m coming home sweet mama
I’m coming home on some lost highway
I’m coming home, but I ain’t alone
For one last picture show
Tuscaloosa, San Antone
Cloud the memory of you, ain’t it true
But when castles made of sand
Come tumblin’ to our ha
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