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Some people say I'm a no-count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travellin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should
And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
When I was a little baby
My momma said, "Hey son
Travel where you will and grow to be a man
And sing what must be sung, poor boy
Sing what must be sung."
And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
Now that I'm a grown man
I've travelled here and there
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song
The only ones who ever cared, poor boy
The only ones who ever cared
And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
Some people say I'm a no-count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travellin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should.
And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
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I remember when I was a barefooted boy climbing in a sycamore tree.
But now I'm a little older, got a rifle on my shoulder. Some fool made a soldier of me.
Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! And I ride in the rough calva'ry.
Got a pretty gal waitin' for me while I rot here in the Army. Some fool made a soldier of me.
I told her we'd marry and build us a home and raise us a big family.
But she's givin' all her charms to a blue uniform. Some fool made a soldier of me.
Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! And I ride in the rough calva'ry.
The day's getting' hotter. I'm near out of water. Some fool made a soldier of me.
I told Gen'ral Custer I'm a-dyin' of thirst and the heat is a-getting' to me.
But he said, "Have no fear. There's a big river near." Some fool made a soldier of me.
Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! And I ride in the rough calva'ry.
We'll get there in the morn to Little Big Horn.
Hey, Gen'ral Custer. I think I see an Indian over there. Yeah! Ask her if she's got a friend for me!
Some fool made a soldier of me.
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Chorus:
You've got a hunger in your heart. You've got a thirst within your soul.
I'm gonna say, "Don't wait for another day. Get to be redeemed."
If your days are dark and your night times are worse. You better read the good book and memorize you a verse.
Some seeds need a-weedin'. Some falls on stone, but the seed that falls on good ground the Lord will call his own.
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Old Noah built an ark and they laughed down the line, but when the flood come, well, old Noah was fine.
If it was to flood now and Gabriel blow'd his horn, where'd you hide your guilty hands with all your pockets gone?
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It's confusion here and the wicked seem to win but the Lord's keepin' tally on the wages of sin.
Whereabouts is your profit? What good is your goal if you win the whole wide world and lose your ever lasting soul?
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Ruby, oh, Ruby. Honey, are you mad? Honey, are you mad? Honey, are you mad at your man?
Well, I'm goin' downtown. Gonna get me a jug of brandy. Gonna give it all to Mandy.
Keep her drunk and boozy. Good drunk and boozy. Good drunk and boozy all the time.
Well, if you say so, then I'll railroad no mo'. I'll just hang around your shanty.
Hang around your shanty. Hang around your shanty all the time.
Ruby, oh, Ruby. Honey, are you mad? Honey, are you mad? Honey, are you mad at your man?
Well, I'm walkin' on down till my shoes are getting' ragged. I'm getting' me down to Nashville.
Get me down to Nashville. Get me down to Nashville, Tennessee.
Honey, are you mad? Honey, are you mad? Honey, are you mad at your man?
Ruby, oh, Ruby.
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Adios, farewell, goodbye, Majicita. My love for you was never my crime. Adios, farewell, goodbye, Senorita.
I'll need the love of a man in his prime.
(2, 3, 4) I'll leave the love of a man in his prime.
I'm a rambler and a gambler, a get rich quick scrambler. I follow the laws that I make own my own.
Had to run to, take my gun to South of the border but I'm not the kind who can live all alone.
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Just a ridin' and a-hidin', my time I was bidin' till I met my love in a small village square.
Took her off right beside me with nothing to guide me. Nothin' but stars shinin' down in her hair.
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Like a fool I adored her, took her back to the border so we could be married till death do us part,
But the posse was a-waitin' and the wild gun of Satan shattered the love in my poor darlin's heart.
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Poor Ellen Smith. How was she found? Shot through the heart lyin' dead on the ground.
Her body was mangled and all cast around and X marks the spot where poor Ellen was found.
They picked up her body, carried it away and now she's a-sleepin' in some lonesome old grave.
Who had the heart and who had the brain to shoot my little Ellen on that cold lonesome plain?
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They picked up their rifles and hunted us down. They found us a-loafin' all 'round town.
The judge may convict me and God knows he can but I know I died as an innocent man.
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The warden has told me that soon I'll be free to go to her grave near that old willow tree.
I'm free from the walls of that prison at last but I'll never be free of my sins from the past.
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Chorus:
My Lord, what a mornin'. (Repeat twice)
When the stars begin to fall.
You will hear the sinners wailin'. (Repeat twice)
When the stars begin to fall.
You will see the golden chariot. (Repeat twice)
When it's comin' through the skies.
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I can hear the Christians singing. (Repeat twice)
When the stars begin to fall.
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Ten years ago on a cold, dark night
There was someone killed in the town hall light.
There were few at the scene but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me.
Nobody knows. Nobody sees.
Nobody knows but me.
The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else then you won't have to die."
I spoke not a word though it meant my life
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife.
She walks these hills in a long black veil.
She visits my grave when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows. Nobody sees.
Nobody knows but me.
The scaffold was high, an eternity near.
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear.
But sometimes at night when the cold wind moans
In a long black veil she cries o'er my bones.
She walks these hills in a long black veil.
She visits my grave when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows. Nobody sees.
Nobody knows but me.
Nobody knows but me.
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Well, I'm not gonna brag but I been courtin' all my life. They consider me a roguish lad, especially for my size.
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And with you, and with you, and with you, Genny Glenn.
I'll take you down to Glasgow Town and dance you home again. (Repeat)
Now, Genny would come a-callin' while there was still some light.
I'd sit her down with a pull or two. She'd stay most all the night.
I'd put my arm around her and then I'd bar the door.
There'd be laughin' and some squealin' like you never heard before.
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Well, a lot of girls would-a liked me and they're pretty, heaven knows.
But there's something about my Genny that keeps me on my toes.
She'd tickle me and squeeze me till I could hardly moan.
Then she'd light out a-runnin' and I'd chase her half way home.
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Well, she wouldn't come to see me for about a week or more.
She'd do it just to tease me 'cause she knew it made me sore.
Then I'd do whiskey drinkin' till the jug was getting dry.
I'd go lookin' for my Genny with a mean look in my eye.
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The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and stars were the gift you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love, to the dark and the empty skies.
The first time ever I kissed your lips I felt the earth move in my arms like the trembling heart of a captive dove
That was there at my command, my love, that was there at my command.
The first time ever I held you near and felt your heart beat close to mine, I felt a joy to fill the earth
And last until the end of time, my love, and last till the end of time. Our love will last till the end of time.
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As I was out walkin' one mornin' for pleasure, I spied a cow puncher a-ridin' along.
His hat was thrown back and his spurs were a-jinglin' and as he approached he was singin' this song:
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Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. It's your misfortune and none of my own.
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. You know that Wyoming will be your new home. (Chorus)
It's early in the spring when they round up the doggies. They mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails.
They round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon. Then send the doggies out on the long tail.
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Your mother was raised a-way down in Texas where the Jimsonweed and the sandburrs grow.
We'll feed you up on prickly pear and cholla and then send you roamin' to old Idaho.
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Some to the rivers and some to the sea. Some to the soil that our fathers made free.
Then on to the stars in the heav'ns for to see. This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier.
Let the word go forth from this day on. A new generation has been born.
Born to the task to keep us free, but proud of the rights of the home country.
This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier.
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Let us begin for it shall take long. Let ev'ry man sing out freedom's song.
Not for ourselves that we take this stand. Now it's the world and the freedom of man.
This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier.
The day will come. It's got to be. The day that we may never see.
When man for man and town for town must bring the peace that shall resound.
This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier.
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