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It'll Be Alright
02:45
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Always thought that you would fly
Sail away, learn to ride
What you waiting for, a change tide?
Take a train, catch a flight
Go ahead, it'll be alright
Noone that you owe it to
You do what you want to do
Start the car and leave tonight
Go ahead it'll be alright
take a chance, it'll be alright
Drive out past the city lights
Watch the day turn into night
You'll be feeling better by midnight
Go ahead it'll be alright
We'll still be here, it'll be alright
What is past is done, there's no use holdin on
Don't look back
That ol' house is gone, ground it rested on
Turn out that light
Don't look back, it'll be alright
Take your chances when they come
Don't wait for something or someone
You'd hate to miss a chance in life
Go ahead, it'll be alright
Make mistakes, it'll be alright
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2. |
Walking Slow Behind You
02:58
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They'll be walking slow behind you
And they'll know just where to find you
If you don't leave my baby alone
There'll be flowers by the dozen
From uncles, aunts and cousins
When all your earthly trials are gone
They'll take you out to you know where
And lay you in the shade
Then proceed to pat your ugly features with a spade
So allow me to remind you
They'll be walking slow behind you
Satan's going to have you for his own
If you don't leave my baby alone
They will cover you with violets they gathered in the dell
Yeah there'll be lots of flowers,
but you think you'll be in shape to smell?
So remind me to remind you
They'll be walking slow behind you
Friends will gather 'round to weep and moan
If you don't leave my baby alone
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Oh how they miss me, way down in Dixie
Down along the Dixie Line
Banjos are strummin', Horseflies are hummin'
Ripe melons on the vine
The gold and grey they sing look away
Way down along the Dixie Line
I spent my childhood walking the wildwood
Down along the Dixie Line
Freight trains are squallin', eyeballs are ballin'
Four engines at a time
I was so happy with momma and pappy
Down along the Dixie Line
Oh can't you hear them drivers wail?
Can't you see them bright rails shine?
I'm gonna catch that fireball mail
Leave the northland far behind
A river of whiskey flows down in Dixie
Down along the Dixie Line
But they pulled up the tracks now
I can't go back now
Can't hardly keep from cryin'
Oh how they miss me way down in Dixie
Down along the Dixie Line
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4. |
Come Sail Away
04:41
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I'm sailing away
Set an open course for the virgin sea
'Cause I've got to be free
Free to face the life that's ahead of me
On board I'm a captain
So climb aboard
We'll search for tomorrow
on every shore
And I'll try, oh lord I'll try to carry on
I look to the sea
Reflections in the wave spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
Live happily ever after
Or the story goes
But somehow we missed out
On the pot of gold
But we tried, best as we can, to carry on
A gathering of angels appears above my head
The sang to me this song of hope
This is what they said
Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me
I thought they were angels but to my surprise
We climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies
They said
Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me
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There is a place I know
Way down in Mexico
High in the Sierra Madre
Where many an outlaw band
From across the Rio Grande
Have found a haven, a hold out, a hideaway
Deep in the dark of night
Besides the campfire's light
They weave the tales of the lives of the bandits
Of jewels rare and old, of coaches full of gold
Holdups pulled off like they planned it
But danger rides with those who stray
Upon their secret hideaway
Where death is sure to welcome
Anyone within the law
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6. |
Mando Bounce
03:24
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7. |
Rain in Durango
03:56
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She's a long way from Houston
A long way from them ol' Texas Blues
And she came down from Telluride
On a steam train bound for somewhere new
There's a rainbow on a mountainside
She's waiting for that sun to shine on through
You wouldn't know the tears for the rain
If you hadn't walked in her boots
[Chorus]
Standing in the rain in Durango
Right side of wrong, wrong side of gone
She's just waiting for some cowboy
To Lasso her heart and take her home
She wound up with some field hippies
Noodle dancing in a tie dye dress
And then a Rocky Mountain rain came
And they all got soaking wet
Somehow she wound up with a backstage pass
Hanging with the pickers in the band
Until her heart got broken by a banjo man
Now she's had all the bluegrass she can stand
She had no destination, she was just looking for a ride
She had all of her belongings
In a cardboard suitcase sitting by her side
Then he pulled up in a mustang,
She climbed in and they just rode away
Heading west into the sunset
Mascara running down her face.
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8. |
I Call it Gone
03:34
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I Call It Gone
Melanie Cannon
(Intro lick over 6m 5 4 5)
Verse: Gm / F / Eb / F / Gm /F / Eb / Eb F/
[6m] That suitcase, it’s all [5] packed up,
Those are [4] boxes of my [5] stuff
I’ve got [6m] my cat, here’s [5] your key.
Really [4] want to know what’s [4] gotten into [5] me?
Chorus: Bb / Eb / Gm / F / Bb / Eb / Gm / F / Gm / Eb / Gm / Eb
Call it [1] walkin’, Call it [4] good bye talkin’,
[6m] One foot out the [5] door
Call it [1] over, Not lookin’ [4] over my shoulder [6m]
Like every time be[5]fore
You can call it [6m]movin’ on [4]……
Call it [6m] anything you [4] want
I call it [6m] gone
(lick: 6m 5 4 5)
Verse:
You broke me down now I’m done
Being kept underneath your thumb
Tried like hell to make this work,
but you shouldn’t have to work at
something that only makes you hurt.
(Chorus)
(Solos)
Bridge: Ab / Eb / Cm / F
[7] Call it “letting go of us”,
but [4] don’t you dare call it love.
[2m] We both know that wasn’t what
[5] I got from you.
Chorus, first line just the banjo in the background, extra line before “I call it gone”:
[6m] Because I’m bidding [4] you so long
Repeat lick twice while she sings “I call it gone” and sighs.
End on 6m.
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9. |
Stripes
03:15
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Woah, (Am) woah, (G) woah, (Am) woah (G)
(Verse 1)
You were (Am)lyin' there with nothing on,
but a goofy little grin and a platinum blonde
I (G)can't believe you'd do that on our (Am)bed
I got a pistol and I got a bullet
and a pissed off finger just'a itchin' to pull it
The (G)only thing keepin' me from losin' my (Am)head
(Chorus)
I hate (C)stripes and orange ain't my (Am)color
And if I (C)squeeze that trigger tonight, I'll be wear-(G)in' one or the other
There's no (Am)crime of passion worth a crime of fashion, the (F)only thing savin' your life Is that I (C)don't look good in (G)orange and I hate (Am)stripes
Woah, (G) woah, (Am) woah (G)
(Verse 2)
I could (Am)fall in love with the prison guard,
I could sell cigarettes in the prison yard
Don't (G)think hard time would be that hard on (Am)me
I could pick up trash on the side of the road,
but I'd die if I saw someone I know
Ain't the (G)chains, it's the clothes that's stoppin' (Am)me
(Chorus)
Cuz I hate (C)stripes and orange ain't my (Am)color
And if I (C)squeeze that trigger tonight,
I'll be wear-(G)in' one or the other
There's no (Am)crime of passion
worth a crime of fashion,
the (F)only thing savin' your life
Is that I (C)don't look good in (G)orange
and I hate (Am)stripes
(Bridge)
Oh, and (C)one shot
ain't worth a bad (Am)mugshot
God knows I wouldn't (F)be caught holdin' up a number
While the whole town's (G)starin'
at the picture in the paper of me wearin' (Am)stripes
Solo: / / / |(Am) |(F) |(F) |(C) |(C) |(G) |(G)
There's no (Am)crime of passion
worth a crime of fashion,
the (F)only thing savin' your life
Is that I (C)don't look good in (G)orange
and I hate (Am)stripes
(Chorus)
And orange ain't my (F)color
And if I (C)squeeze that trigger tonight,
I'll be wear-(G)in' one or the other
There's no (Am)crime of passion
worth a crime of fashion,
the (F)only thing savin' your life
Is that I (C)don't look good in (G)orange
and I hate (Am)stripes
Woah, (G) woah, (Am) woah, (G) woah (Am) ----
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Oh I dreamt I went away
On a steam powered aereo plane
Went and stayed and damn near didn't come back again
I didn't go very fast
On a steam powered aereo plane
Oh the wheels went round and up and down and then back again
I'm sitting on a 747 just watching those clouds roll by
Can't tell if it's sunshine or if it's rain
I'd rather be sitting on a deck chair high above Kansas city
On a genuine old fashioned authentic steam powered aereo plane
Oh I wanna be a pilot
On a steam powered aereo plane
And I'll wear a blue hat, yeah!
Says steam powered aereo plane
With letters that go around the brim and then back again
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11. |
The Graveyard Shift
03:01
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I work the graveyard shift, stay out all night long.
I work the graveyard shift, stay out all night long.
Wake up some day, find your good gal gone
If you don't treat your baby right.
If you don't treat your baby right.
She'll come see me some lonely night
When the sun goes down and the moon is gone
That's when I come around, don't think I won't
Out on the graveyard shift, stay out all night long.
Wake up some day, find your good gal gone
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12. |
All About That Bass
04:03
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13. |
Sail to Australia
03:51
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Sometimes I wish things were better
Most times I'd settle for different
Just to know the day that's waiting for me
Ain't the same one that I just left.
I think I'll sail to Australia
Take these old days off of my hands
Drink a beer by the Indian Ocean
Make love right there on the sand
My only family's my father
And he can take care of himself
He don't need me like I need to know
The sight of someplace else
You know they speak English in Australia
and it won't be hard to make new friends
To see myself as other people see me
Without knowing just where I've been
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15. |
Ol' Slewfoot
03:14
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High on a mountain, tell me what do you see
Bear tracks, bear tracks looking back at me
Better get your rifles boys, before it's too late
Bear's got a little pig and she's headed for the gate
She's big around the middle
And broad across the rump
Running 90 miles an hour
Taking 30 feet a jump
She ain't never been caught
And she ain't never been treed
Some folks say she looks a lot like me
Saved up my money and bought me some bees
Started making Honey way up in the trees
Cut down the trees but my honey's all gone
Ol Slew Foot gone and made herself at home
Winter's comin' on and it's 20 below
River's frozen over, tell me where can she go
I'll chase her round the gully and run her down a well
Shoot her in the bottom just to listen to her yell
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16. |
Camping By the Sun
05:26
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I like it here and so do you
By the one that's green and blue
With everything that life requires
A big hydrogen campfire
We could be here quite a few days
The next place is 4 light years away
When you're camping by the sun
Yippe yi yay, Yippee yi yo
Outer space is mighty cold
Unless with luck you have found
A nice warm star to fly around
Unless you're camping by the sun
Like the Earth roped the moon
The sun's got us in its own lassoo
We're doing dishes and we're taking showers
At 65,000 miles an hour
It makes you want to play the guitar
Sing songs to Jupiter and Mars
When you're camping by the sun
Yippee yi yay, yippee yi ya
Outer space is very dark
Unless by chance you have found
A nice bright start to fly around
Unless you're camping by the sun
Yippee yi yay, yippee yi yo
Outer space is dark and cold
Unless by chance you have found
A bright, warm start to fly around
Unless you're camping by the sun
Now just before you close your eyes
When the sun's on the other side
You may wonder about the countless thousands
Of other fires and who's around them
And are the sticks on their hot dogs
93 million miles long?
Are they camping by the sun?
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The Pipi Pickers Leigh, New Zealand
From the seaside village of Leigh in New Zealand, The Pipi Pickers play an energetic, contemporary, “full-bodied” style of bluegrass. They've been guests at major festivals in New Zealand and Australia. Often praised as the “second best free band in Leigh,” they’re a favourite at such local fundraisers as the Leigh Fishing Competition and the Whangateau Hall annual country faire. ... more
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