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2. | River (1980) |
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10. | Mr. Bojangles (1969) |
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Oh my home is in the mountains
I am free, I am free
I am one with wind and eagles
I am free
Given wings to sail in gracefulness
The sky, The sky
Given voice to sing in breathlessness
I find that I can fly! (fly away)
(U p tempo) I been a long time on the highway
I been a long time one the run
And it gets to be like chaos
when I'm so long away from home
And sometimes its just too much to bare
and I hide behind my eyes
I can picture friendly faces and I can dream of friendly skies
and I guess that I'm the lucky one
For the truth of what I know
For my heart has not denied me, and I have somewhere to go
I shall never be a prisinor twix steel and glass and stone
And if I leave I will return to my Rocky Mountain home.
(yodeling chorus)
Oh my home is in the mountains
I am free I am free
I am one with wind and eagle
I am free
Given wing to sail in gracefulness
the sky the sky
Given voice to sing in breathlessness
I find that I can fly, fly away
In the Hands of my Father
Inthe Light of the Sunshine
On the Wings of an Eagle
I'm flying again (I'm flying again)
I'm flying again (I'm flying again)
I'm flying again (I'm flying again)
I'm flying again (and I'm flying again)
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Rusty green summer's almost gone, I see winds clouding up the sun
And I can't find my way, everything's grey
Rusty green eyes on my mind, memories someplace out of time
All the things we would do ,I still love you
It's a sad song to sing, painted rusty green
A brief fading picture of spring
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Rita Ballou
Now she could dance that slow Uvalde shuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she makes them trophy buckles shine,shine,shine
Wild-eyed and Mexican silvered, trickin'dumb ol' cousin Willard
Into thinkin' that he's got her this time
Chorus:
Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
She's a rawhide rope and velvet mixture walkin' talkin' Texas texture
High timin' barroom fixture kind of a girl
She's the queen of cowboys look at ol' Willard grinnin' now, boys
You'd a-thought there's less fools in this world
Chorus:
Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
Good luck, Willard, and here's to ya
Here's to Rita and I hope she'll do ya
right all night
Lord, I wish I was the fool in your shoes
Chorus
Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played the fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you
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by Ian Tyson
Four strong winds that blow slowly
Seven seas that run high
All these things that don't change come what may
Now our good times are all gone
And I'm bound for moving on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way
Guess I'll go out to Alberta
Weather's good there in the Fall
Got some friends that I can go to workin' for
Still I wish you'd change your mind
If I asked you one more time
But we've been thru that a hundred times or more
Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All these things that don't change come what may
Now our good times are all gone
And I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way
If I get there before the snow flies
and if things are going good
You could meet me if I send you down the fare
But by then it would be winter
Nothing much for you to do
And the wind sure blows cold way out there
Four strong winds that blow slowly
Seven seas that run high
All these things that don't change come what may
Now our good times are all gone
And I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way
Yes, I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way
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I came into this lovely city about three weeks ago today,
and I've been trying to find someone that I can talk to, a friendly face to
turn my way.
I walk these streets in silent sorrow, I walk my feet into the ground,
and all I see are cloudy, cold, suspicious faces, I swear to God it brings me
down.
Is there no one with a smile for me, no one with a hello in their eyes?
Is there no one who will love me and help me through the dark and lonely night?
The park's so green and full of flowers and lovers lying on the lawn.
I wish I had a lady here that I could laugh with, sweet Jesus Christ, it hurts
me so to be alone.
Is there no one with a smile for me, no one with a hello in their eyes?
Is there no one who will love me and help me through the dark and lonely night?
Singing la la la la la la, Singing la la la la la la.
This life is hard and full of trouble, it's painful just to live from day to
day.
But if you're weary and afraid don't turn away now,
there's no reason why we have to feel this way.
Is there no one with a smile for me, no one with a hello in their eyes?
Is there no one who will love me and help me through the dark and lonely night?
Singing la la la la la la, Singing la la la la la la.
I just need someone to talk to. It hurts to be alone.
I just need someone to laugh with. It hurts to be alone.
I just want someone to love me. I need someone to talk to. And it hurts to be
alone.
Singing la la la la la la, Singing la la la la la la.
Singing la la la la la la, Singing la la la la la la.
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I played a weddin' for the money and I wished I could have told the bride and groom
Just what I think of marriage and what's in store after the honeymoon
And I was rumblin' through the verses 'bout how men and women ought to live apart
And how a promise never made could not be broken and could never break a heart
Suddenly from out of nowhere, this little girl came spinnin' across the floor
And all her crinolines were billowing beneath the skirt of calico she wore
As her joy fell on the honored guests, each one of them was draw into her dream
And they laughed and stamped and clapped their hands and hollered at her, "Dance Little Jean"
And they said, "Dance Little Jean this day is for you
Two people that ya love stood up to say, 'I do'"
"Dance Little Jean a prayer that ya had
Was answered today your mamma's marryin' your dad"
Well, this cynic's heart just melted as I figur'd what this get together meant
And how it ended years of tears and sad confusion that the little girl had spent
They told the band to pack it up about time the couple cut the cake
But we stayed and we played all night long for love and laughs and Little Jeanie's sake
And we played "Dance Little Jean this day is for you
Two people that you love stood up to say, 'I do'"
"Dance Little Jean a prayer that ya had
Was answered today your mamma's marryin' your dad"
We said "Dance Little Jean this day is for you
Two people that you love stood up to say, 'I do'"
"Dance Little Jean a prayer that ya had
Was answered today your mamma's marryin' your dad"
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There's such a high wind blowing
It's snowing in my bed
Oh baby, you started flowers growing
where nothing grew instead.
I need some things to hide the failure
Of my garden, and the way it grew
Oh baby, I didn't know I could depend on you
There's such a high wind blowing
I won't get to sleep tonight
I think that warm wind feels alright
There's such a high wind blowing
I won't get to sleep at all,
I feel like I'm gonna fall
Into your fine high wind.
You look like twilight falling
On the ocean in the setting sun
Oh baby, do you know what you have done
I feel like you have changed my mind
About living the way I do
Oh baby, I didn't know I could depend on you
There's such a high wind blowing
I won't get to sleep tonight
I think that warm wind feels alright
There's such a high wind blowing
I won't get to sleep at all
I feel like I'm gonna fall
Into your fine high wind.
Written by Renee Armand & Kerry Chater, l980
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Be sure it's true when you say, "I love you"
It's a sin to tell a lie
Millions of hearts have been broken
Just because these words were spoken
I love you, yes I do, I love you
If you break my heart I'll die
So be sure it's true when you say, "I love you"
It's a sin to tell a lie
Cross my heart, I hope to die
I'll never, never, never tell another white lie
Took a little girl out on a date last night
Next to her Gramma Gerty would have looked alright
Now I'm between the devil and the deep blue sea
Cause I said "Baby you look good to me"
I told her I loved her and oh how I lied
Now she's getting set to be my blushing bride
If she leads me to the altar, I'm sunk
Cause I cannot tell the preacher I was drunk
So Dear Lord have mercy on a no account sinner
Give me one more chance to let another guy win her
Cross my heart, I hope to die
I'll never, never, never, tell one more time
I'll never tell another white lie
O-lee-o-lee-o-lee-o
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They are minstrels and beggars
Always in the sight of the king
Sometimes they sleep in the daytime
Come out in the night time and sing
They come into the castle
Through whatever window they can find
They come into your mind
Dreams of flying
Dreams of being free
Nobody can take my dreams from me.
Nobody can take my dreams from me.
You can bind me in chains
Lock me up in a jailhouse to rot
And if you come to see me
You might think I'm there, but I am not
They can sail into prison
Find a way thru any basement door
They can offer you more
Dreams of flying
Dreams of being free
Nobody can take my dreams from me
Nobody can take my dreams from me
You can take my money
Take my reputation
Even take my colour TV
Nobody can take my dreams from me
Nobody can take my dreams from me
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This song was first released on the Whose Garden Was This? Album. It is the only album it has been released on.
Time, there was a time
You could talk to me without speaking
You would look at me and I'd know
All there was to know
Days, I think of you
And remember the lies we told
In the night, the love we knew
The things we shared when our hearts were beating together
Days, that were so few
Full of love and you
Gone, the days are gone now
Days, that seem so wrong now
Life, won't be the same
Without you to hold again in my arms
To ease the pain and remember
When our love was a reason for living
Days, that were so few
Full of love and you
The game is over
Words and music by John Denver, Bourtayne and Bouchety
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