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The tramp moves on to the end of the street
I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet
For some there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The world humes on at its breakneck pace
People fly in their lifelong race
For them there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The chances they come, but the chances have been lost
Success can be gained, but at too great a cost
For some there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The wind sweeps up and goes back to its tree
The rain flows by and moves to the sea
For them there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
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The tramp moves on to the end of the street
I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet
For some there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The world humes on at its breakneck pace
People fly in their lifelong race
For them there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The chances they come, but the chances have been lost
Success can be gained, but at too great a cost
For some there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The wind sweeps up and goes back to its tree
The rain flows by and moves on to the sea
For them there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
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Poor mum
Poor mum
After a lifetime of dreaming
Poor mum
Poor mum
Whatever became of your scheming
Nothing worked out in the way that you planned
Nothing was quite as you thought
Try very hard not to misunderstand
Joy as it flies cannot be caught
Poor mum
Poor mum
Where did you take a wrong turning
Poor mum
Poor mum
Pack up that last little yearning
Pack it away with the books and the toys
Silent and bound
Silent and mend
Go out and grab at you life and forget
You are poor, poor mum
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Winter is gone
And the leaves are green
Winter is gone
And the leaves turn green
Your innocent face
So you never had seen
Come on, my love
And pay the world
Come on, my love
And pay the world
You cheated me
But I wish you well
Rope is bought
And the bough is swung
Rope is bought
And the bough is swung
An innocent man
This day will be hung
Come on, my love
And see me die
Come on, my love
And see me die
See me dancing
Dance beneath the sky
'Neath those gallows high
Come on and see me die
Winter is gone
And the leaves are green
Winter is gone
And the leaves turn green
Your innocent face
So I wish I'd never had seen
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I had a little book
Was give to me
And every page
Spoke of liberty
All my trials
Will soon be over
There is a tree
In paradise
The pilgrims call it
The tree of life
All my trials
Will soon be over
But it's too late, my friend
Too late
But never mind
All my trials
Will soon be over
If religion were a thing
That money could buy
Then the rich would live
And the poor would die
All my trials
Will soon be over
All my trials
Will soon be over
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(Bert Jansch)
Strolling down the highway
I'm gonna get there my way
Just keep on down-a-walking
You hear my guitar, rocking
Well I stroll
On down
On down the highway
People think I'm a crazing
Lot about how they're-a-lazing
Sunshine's all day long
Narcotics far too strong
Well I stroll
On down
On down the highway
Cars won't stop for no one
But don't you think that you're just rolling down
Think you are a spy
Gonna shoot them as they go by
Well, no cars
No cars
Won't stop for no one
Strolling down the highway
I'm gonna get there my way
Just keep on down-a-walking
You hear my guitar, rocking
Well I stroll
On down
On down the highway
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(Luke Jordan)
Come, my baby
Dressed in white
Hey, baby
Won't you stay the night
Cocaine
All around my brain
Come, my baby
Dressed in red
Hey, baby
Won't you come to bed
Cocaine
All around my brain
Hey, baby
Won't you please come quick
This old cocaine
Is making me sick
Cocaine
All around my brain
Come, my baby
Dressed in green
Hey, baby
Can't be seen
Cocaine
All around my brain
Hey, baby
Won't you please come quick
This old cocaine
Is making me sick
Cocaine
All around my brain
Cocaine
All around my brain
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Black days of winter all were through
The blossoms came and they brought you
Clouds left the sky
And I knew the reason why
They made way for you and the blossom.
The seasons cycle turned again
An april shower now and then
Trees came alive
And the bees left their hive
They came out to see you and the blossom.
People were laughing, smiling with the sun
They knew that summer had begun.
The nights grew warm, the days grew long
Spring turned to summer and was gone
It seemed so fine
All the cider and the wine
But I knew you'd go with the blossom.
When spring returns I'll look again
To find another blossom friend
Until I do
Find something new
I'll just think of you and the blossom.
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Well I wake up in the morning
Look at my clock
It's way past noon time
Now I'm late for work.
Tell me, tell me
What have I done wrong?
Ain't nothing go right with me
Must be I've been smoking too long.
Well I go to find me some breakfast
But I ain't got no food
Take me a shower
But the water don't feel no good.
Tell me...
I've got opium in my chimney
No other life to choose
Nightmare made of hash dreams.
Got the devil in my shoes
Tell me...
Well when I'm smoking
Put my worries on a shelf
Don't think about nothin'
Try not to see myself.
Tell me...
Well in this blues I'm singin'
There's a lesson to be learned
Don't go around smokin'
Unless you want to get burned.
Tell me...
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Old black mountain
Tried to spit in your face
Old black mountain
Tried to spit in your face
Babys grubbing whiskey
Oh she's practising ???
Old black mountain
Mean as they can be
Old black mountain
Mean as they can be
They use ground butter
Just to sweeten the tea
Had a girl in black mountain
Sweetest girl in town
Had a girl in black mountain
Sweetest girl in town
But she met a sweet black man
Then she threw me down
Well, old black mountain
Can't keep man in jail
Well, old black mountain
Can't keep man in jail
Sure to call him guilty
Judge will cry and bail
I'm bound for black mountain
Me and my razor and my gun
I'm bound for black mountain
Me and my razor and my gun
Gonna cut her if she stands there
And shoot her if she runs
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(Bob Dylan)
If today were not an endless highway
If tonight were not a crooked trail
If tomorrow weren't such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all
And only if my own true love were waiting for me
And if I could hear her heart softly pounding
If only she was lying by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again
I can't see my reflection in the water
Can't speak the sounds that show no pain
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps
Can't remember the sound of my own name
And only if my own true love were waiting for me
And if I could hear he heart softly pounding
If only she was lying by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again
There's beauty in the silver, singing river
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky
None of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes
And only if my own true love were waiting for me
And if I could hear he heart softly pounding
If only she was lying by me
And she could lie in my bed once again
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Believe me, pretty mama
Better not treat me right
Just have to forget you
After tomorrow night
Believe me, pretty mama
Better take your picture too
Don't want to remember
What a good looking girl can do
Don't send me no letter
Don't write me no postcard
Thinking about you, baby
Makes it twice as hard
Believe me, pretty mama
Better not treat me right
Just have to forget you
After tomorrow night
Well I'm sitting here
On the sudden(?)
Watching the trees go by
My baby, at the end of the depot(?)
Lay me down and cry
Believe me, pretty mama
Better not treat me right
Just have to forget you
After tomorrow night
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(Jackson C. Frank)
Monday is shining
You know 'em Tuesday's rain
Well, the days go by me
Like a southbound train
Yes, It's funny thinking
You will never call my name
Here comes long lonely
Here comes the blues
Well, the world's the same old comedy
You know my time is cold
Nothing new, blue lady
I won't get old
'Cause the deal is gone now
I'd just better hold
Here comes long lonely
Here comes the blues
Well, sun has run down
She has gone out to hide
Yes, and now I'm out walking
Where the midnight ride
Just me and the good-time Charlies
And the suicide
Here comes long lonely
Here comes the blues
Well, Monday's dry
Yes, and tuesday's just the same
Maybe come down blue Wednesday
I'm gonna grab the brakes again
'Cause no bottle of pills
Could ever kill this pain
Here comes long lonely
Here comes the blues
Here comes long lonely
Here comes the blues
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(Jackson C. Frank)
Catch a boat to England, baby
Maybe to spain
Wherever I have gone
Wherever I've been and gone
Wherever I have gone, the blues I'd to sing
Go bring me whiskey, baby
Go bring me gin
Me and room service, honey
Me and room service
Me and room service, well we're living like a sin
When I'm not drinking, baby
You are on my mind
When I'm not sleeping
When I'm not sleeping
When I'm not sleeping, well you know, you'll find me crying
Try another city, baby
Try another town
Wherever I have gone
Wherever I've been and gone
Wherever I have gone, the blues run the game
Well maybe someday, baby
Somewhere down the line
I'll wake up older, honey
So much older
I'll wake up older and just stop all my trying
Catch a boat to England, baby
Maybe to Spain
Wherever I have gone
Wherever I've been and gone
Wherever I have gone, the blues run the game
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(Jackson C. Frank)
Gold and silver
Is the autumn
Soft and tender
Are the skies
Yes and knows
All the answers
Written in
My true love's eyes
Autumn's leaving
Winter is coming
I think that I'll
Be moving along
I've got to leave her
And find another
I've got to sing
My heart's true song
Round and round
The burning circle
All the seasons
One, two and three
Autumn leaves
And then the winter
Spring is born
And world is free
Gold and silver
Bounds my heart on
All too soon
They fade and die
And then I'd know
There'd be no others
Milk and honey
Where they lie
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Kimbie wants a nine dollar show
Kimbie wants a nine dollar show
She wants a nine dollar show
And I need
Well Kimbie let your hair hang down
Kimbie let your hair hang down
Let your hair hang down
T'il it touches the ground
Well Kimbie let your hair hang down
Kimbie let your hair hang down
Let your hair hang down
Cause come the morning I'll be gone
Well Kimbie where you been so long
Well Kimbie where you been so long
I've been down in your state pen
With those rough and rowdy
Rough and rowdy men
Well Kimbie where you been so long
Well Kimbie where you been so long
I've been down in your state pen
And I gotta go back again
Well Kimbie where you been so long
Well I wished I was a mole in the ground
I wished I were a mole in the ground
I was a mole in the ground
And that I'd tear this mountain
I'd tear this mountain down
Wished I was a mole in the ground
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(Nick Drake)
Bird flew by
And wondered, wondered why
She was white
And ought to stay up in the sky
From the air she could wonder
For the reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season
Your life flies away
As the night turns to day
If you start once to think
Your hair will soon turn grey
But one would like to wonder
For the reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season
The list of fallen stars
And crumbled, broken hearts
Comes from a need
To play so many parts
But one would like to wonder
For the reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season
The wind and the rain
Shook hands again
Untouched by the world
They managed to keep sane
They were able to wonder
For the reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season
Bird flew by
And wondered, wondered why
She was white
And ought to stay up in the sky
From the air she could wonder
For the reason
What's the point of a year
Or a season
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(Nick Drake)
Handwritten lyric sheet Thoughts of rain at sunset
Clouds of rainbow blue
Thoughts of sun on sand-dunes
Where the seabirds flew
This was our season, and we said it couldn't end
But my love left with the rain.
Thoughts of leaves in autumn
Falling from the trees
Thoughts of hoaring tree tops
Leading to the sea
This was our season, no lies and no pretend
But my love left with the rain.
Thoughts of springtime rainfall
Touching flowers that bend
Thoughts of wind in willows
Days that never end
This was our season, but sorrow waited round the bend
For my love left with the rain.
Rain's the way you move now
Sun the way you seem
Leaves the way you wonder
Flowers the way you dream
This was our season, and we said it couldn't end
But my love left with the rain.
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Deep down in the depths of forgotten dreams
So far away so long ago it seems
The memory comes of a distant beach
Pale sand stretching far from reach
It was then I found my princess of the sand.
As I traced the foam, peebles beneath my feet
I looked behind, I saw this one so sweet
She came to me and I saw in her eyes
The heavy toll of a thousand eyes
I called her my princess of the sand.
She stared at me and my mind was in a maze
As we moved along in a summer sea-dream haze
She moved her mouth but there came no sound
The message she brought can never be found
But I called her my princess of the sand.
One moment we walked with the night breeze in our face
Then I looked, she'd gone. of her presence there was no trace
Where she went or came from who can know
Or if she'll ever return to help me know
Who she is, my princess of the sand.
Sometime when the summer nights come back
I'll go back to the sea, follow that sandy track
I'll look around, hope to find
That strange young dream, close behind
I'll call her my princess of the sand.
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When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.
When the day is done
Hope so much your race will be all run
Then you find you jumped the gun
Have to go back where you began
When the day is done.
When the night is cold
Some get by but some get old
Just to show life's not made of gold
When the night is cold.
When the bird has flown
Got no-one to call your own
Got no place to call your home
When the bird has flown.
When the game's been fought
You speed the ball across the court
Lost much sooner than you would have thought
Now the game's been fought.
When the party's through
Seems so very sad for you
Didn't do the things you meant to do
Now there's no time to start anew
Now the party's through.
When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.
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It in a bright red sky
In the heat of an evening
When only prisoners sleep
She said she couldn't
Come to the garden
See an old man weep
She said her dreams were too far to be thought of
Her scars too wide to heal
She said she couldn't come to the garden
See a blind man kneel
She sailed away to a blue horizon
In floating thoughts she'd sway
She said she couldn't come to the garden
See an old man pray
She wished them luck as they left on their journey
Maybe she'd join them soon
But she lost her grin at the tip of life's fingers
Went home and worshiped the moon
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Don't you have a word to show what may be done
Have you never heard a way to find the sun
Tell me all that you may know
Show me what you have to show
Won't you come and say
If you know the way to blue?
Have you seen the land living by the breeze
Can you understand a light among the trees
Tell me all that you may know
Show me what you have to show
Tell us all today
If you know the way to blue?
Look through time and find your rhyme
Tell us what you find
We will wait at your gate
Hoping like the blind.
Can you now recall all that you have known?
Will you never fall
When the light has flown?
Tell me all that you may know
Show me what you have to show
Won't you come and say
If you know the way to blue?
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