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Feeling funny in my mind, Lord - I believe I'm fixing to die
Oh, funny in my mind, Lord - I believe I'm fixing to
I don't mind dying, but I sure hate to leave my children crying
Well now, look over yonder to that burying ground
Oh, look over yonder to that burying
It sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down
Oh why? - oh why? - oh why?
Black smoke rising up above my head
Black smoke rising up above my
Oh tell me, Jesus, to make up my dying bed
Left my home just to be with you
Well now, left my home just to be with
You got me here now - that's the way you do
Oh, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, yeah
Oh why? - oh why? - oh why?
Take me baby - try me one more time
Take me baby - try me one more
I do not suit you, well saw me down the line
I'm feeling funny in my mind, Lord - I believe I'm fixing to die
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord - I believe I'm fixing to
I don't mind dying but I sure hate to leave my children
I don't mind dying but I sure hate to leave my children
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Walk me out in the morning dew, my honey
Walk me out in the morning dew today
I can't walk you out in the morning dew, my honey
I can't walk you out in the morning dew at all
Thought I heard a young girl crying, mama
Thought I heard a young girl cry today
Oh, I did not hear no young girl crying, mama, mama, mama
I did not hear no young girl cry at all
Thought I heard a young boy crying
I thought I heard a young boy cry today
Oh, I did not hear no young boy crying
Oh, I did not hear no young boy cry
Now there is no more morning dew
Now there is no more morning dew
What they've been saying all these years was not true
Now there is no more morning dew
No, no, no, no more - no, no, no, no more
No more morning dew
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Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight - your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your daddy, he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw a blade
He oversees his kingdom
No stranger dare intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls
For another plate of food
One more cup of coffee [etc repeated]
One more cup of coffee [etc repeated]
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf
Your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a lark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark
One more cup of coffee [etc repeated]
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Last time I saw her she was running
Laughing, swirling, high above the ground
People stop and check and watch her coming
Crazy little mama going round and round
Last time I touched her she was burning
Through her heat the everlasting light
Drift into her fires my ceaseless yearning
Flaming little mama - will you burn all night?
Hey, will you burn all night?
Hey, will you burn all night?
The first time I kissed her I surrendered
Hands reached for the skies - no disgrace
Safe inside my love so warm and tender
Move me, little mama - it's your place
Ooh, move me, little mama
Ooh, will you burn all night?
Mmm, will you burn all night?
Will you?
Will, will you burn all night?
Ooh, can you burn all night?
Last time I saw her she was running
Rolling, tumbling, falling on the ground
Mama always said she'd got it coming
Crazy little mama, keep your dresses down
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Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
Till your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
Sail to me - sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am - here I am
Waiting to hold you
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks
Touch me not - touch me not
Oh, come back tomorrow
Oh, my heart - oh, my heart
Shies from the sorrow
I am puzzled as a new-born baby
I am troubled as the tide
Should I stand amidst the breakers?
Or should I lie with Death my bride?
Swim to me - swim to me
Oh, come - let me enfold you
Here I am - here I am
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If I ever get lucky, mama
Win my train fare home
If I ever get lucky, baby
Win my train fare home
I'm going back to the border
Where I'm better known
Oh, your calf is hungry, mama
Hey baby, I believe he needs a suck
Oh, your calf is hungry, baby
Mama, I believe he needs a suck
Oh, your milk is turning blue
I believe he's out of luck
You know you got me crawling
The grass grows very high
I'm just gonna keep on crawling now, babe
Until the day I die
Crawl up to your window
Crawl in through your door
Crawl anyway you wanna, baby
I'm gonna crawl across your floor
Well, that's all right, mama
Baby, that's all right for you
Oh, that's all right, baby
Oh mama, that's all right for you
To be low down dirty, any old way you do
You know you got me crawling now, babe
The grass grows very high
I'm just gonna keep on crawling now, babe
Until the day I die
Gonna crawl into your window
Gonna crawl into your door
Gonna crawl anyway you want now, baby
I'm gonna crawl across your floor
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Darkness, darkness, be my pillow
Take my head and let me sleep
In the coolness of your shadow
In the silence of your deep
Darkness, darkness, hide my yearning
For the things I cannot see
Keep my mind from constant turning
To the things I cannot be
Darkness, darkness, be my blanket
Cover me with this endless night
Take away this pain of knowing
Fill this emptiness with light
Emptiness with light now
Darkness, darkness, long and lonesome
Is the day that brings me here
I have felt the edge of sadness
I have known the depths of fear
Darkness, darkness, be my blanket
Cover me with the endless night
Take away this pain of knowing
Fill this emptiness with light now
Emptiness with light now
Darkness, darkness, be my blanket
Cover me with the endless night
Take away this pain of knowing
Fill this emptiness with light now
Oh, with light now
Darkness, Darkness, be my pillow
Take my head and let me sleep
In the coolness of your shadow
In the silence of your deep
In the silence of your deep
In the - oh, oh, yeah
In the summer, baby - oh, oh, yeah
In the summer, baby - oh, oh, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, baby
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Walk right out of my life
Keep your money in your hand
Look out where you're heading, mama
Don't go running blind
Shine a light - strut it out
Keep your ear right to the ground
Watch out now for strange cats
When them strange cats come around
Pretty little girl with the red dress on
Pretty little girl - shake 'em down
Keep your eyes wide open
Hold your head up high
You are now a stranger here
So much changes with a sigh
All I ask of fortune
She would lend a helping hand
Do not turn your back on the lady
When the lady comes around
Pretty little girl with the red dress on
Pretty little girl - shake 'em down
Some would say that love is blind
I blame it on the moon
People say that love's unkind
I'm finally out of tune
Mama, mama, mama, just keep on dancing to it
Baby, baby, baby, I'll dance a tune for you
Pretty little girl with the red dress on
Pretty, pretty, pretty little girl - shake 'em down
Dancing down Main Street
If it's safe, do the stroll
Need more time to look around
Summer day in the hole
No one cares about the fool
Who lost the final goal
Knowing only chance survived
And sacrificed his soul
Pretty little girl with the red dress on
Pretty little girl - shake 'em down
[Pretty little - pretty little girl]
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Hey Joe, where you going with that money in your hand?
Hey Joe, where you going with that money in your hand?
I'm going downtown - buy me a blue steel forty-four
I'm going downtown - buy me a blue steel forty-four
Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?
I'm going downtown - find my baby
She's been running with another man
Gonna find my woman - she's been running with another man
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your lady down
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your lady down
Yes, I did - I shot her just like I said
Yes, I did - I shot her just like I said
Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now?
Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now?
I'm going way down south
I'm going way down south, where I can be free
Ain't no hangman
Ain't no hangman
Ain't no hangman
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If you'd seen the naked dream
I had of you
Would you care?
And would you now come through?
Take me far away
My miles and mind can't beat this dream of death today
Hard to get by
When what greets my eye takes my breath away
In my dreams you are around the stars
I watched your walls all fall away
You were bare of thoughts - we were to part
And we stayed that way
Some try to hide because they lied
They were not true - they were afraid
They refuse to see or be free
Be one to the gods they prayed
Save me [save me] - save me [save me]
Save me [save me] - save me
I'll save you - can I spend you?
And now this naked dream
I had of you
And will you care?
And will you now come through?
Take me far away
My miles and mind can't beat a dream of death today
Hard to get by
When what greets my eye takes my breath away
Crying:
Save me [save me] - save me [save me]
Save me [save me] - save me
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The preacher bowed and turned to go
He threw some dirt into a hole
He wasn't needed anymore
He shrugged and passed away the cold
He re-arranged his preacher's clothes
The word of God is all he knows
Precious boy so young and fair
Guarding castles in the air
Pretty flowers in sweet array
Picked to die and fade away
[Message from heaven] - sun in the sky
[Message from heaven] - news from on high
God bless the solder and his gun
Small sacrifice, then justice done
He's every broken mother's son
Pretty flowers in sweet array
Picked to die and fade away
[Message from heaven] - sun in the sky
[Message from heaven] - news from on high
[Message from heaven] - sun in the sky
[Message from heaven] - oh, yeah
Message from heaven
Message from heaven
Message from heaven
He threw some words into the air
He spoke the pain we all must share
How we will meet again out there
Precious boy so young and fair [etc repeated]
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