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What I Wouldn't Do
02:57
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What I wouldn’t do, what I wouldn’t do for
you baby. What I wouldn’t do, what I wouldn’t
do for you honey. What I wouldn’t do just
to see you smile again. Ain’t no need to be
cruel. Well there ain’t no need. Ain’t no
need darlin’. Well there ain’t no need. I know
you hurtin’, but your hurtin’ been hurtin’
me. Where I wouldn’t go, where I wouldn’t
go for you baby. Now where I wouldn’t go,
where I wouldn’t go for you honey. Where I
wouldn’t go round this old wide world.
Ain’t no need to be cruel, well there ain’t
no need. Ain’t no need darlin’, well there
ain’t no need. Well if that's how you be I’ll
turn around and leave, yes I will. We both
know that’s a lie I’ll be right here on my knees.
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Pipeliner Blues
03:07
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Well I’m an old pipeliner and I lay my line
all day. I got four or five women waitin’ to
draw my pay. Well I lay my line honey, until
the sun goes down. When I’m home to you
darlin’ you’re the meanest gal around. Well
them mean old blues, they’ve been worryin’
me all the time. So I’m leaving you now
just to keep you off my mind. Well you
ain’t missed your water honey, ‘till your well
went dry. Yeah you ain’t missed me darlin’
‘till the day I said good bye. Well I met a
gypsy woman in a fortune telling place, she
read my mind and she slapped me in my
face. She said, “You’re an old pipeliner and
you lay your line all day. You got four or five
women waitin’ to draw your pay”.
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Trouble's Calling
03:24
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Oh dear brother, everywhere you go there’s
a Devil at your back, clawing at your neck
where you go. Who’s that riding that dead
black horse? Who’s that blowing the Devil’s
horn? Who’s that calling from the barroom
door?
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Scotch Whiskey
02:34
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Scotch whiskey, scotch whiskey; anything
you gots to do. I’m staring down the walls,
holding on to you. Well, I bet on them horses
child, and I lose every time. Well I lost all my
money, I nearly lost my mind. Plum cherry
red, you know you kept me so warm.
But when your gone little honey; it's scotch
whiskey’s turn. Scotch whiskey, scotch
whiskey; anything you gots to do. I ain’t got
the good book, Lord all I gots is you.
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Bishop Street
03:04
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I’m going down, down to Bishop Street.
That’s where I’ll be; that’s where you’ll find
me. This is my home for now. There’s
nowhere I’d rather be. All through the night,
‘til the morning shines on me. Shine, shine
on, that early morning light. Shine, shine on.
Shine your loving light on me.
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Gypsy's Life
04:15
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Well I was born here with nothing but a
name and I’m going to die here just the
same. Well I ain’t going to break for you no
more, I ain’t going to be your whipping boy
no more. I went down to the old roadside
prayer stop and I asked the Lord what he
knows. He said "they’ll hang you from your
feet wild-eyed like a lassoed bull. They’ll
curse you like a thief and nail you to the
cross." So fare thee well, my ocean flower.
Your seasons were born for change. Kiss all
my gold, my silver. Kiss it all down the
drain. Well, I’d rather be dead than alive
here on my knees. Well I can’t shake this
price on my head. Well I can’t pay this debt
I owe. I went down to the old roadside
barroom and I told the boys what I know. I
said, "They'll hang you from you're feet wild-eyed like a lassoed bull.They'll curse you like a thief and nail you to the cross." So
fare thee well, my old sill flower. Your
seasons were born for change. Kiss all my
gold, my silver. Kiss it all down the drain.
Well, it’s a gypsy’s life from here on in.
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In The Henhouse
02:53
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That early morning, that early morning light.
Well it shines so soon when your rooster’s
been out all damn night. I told my captain,
I told my captain straight. “Well, my rooster's
in the henhouse, that’s the reason I’m so late.”
That early morning, shining just like gold.
Well it shines so soon when your roosters
just don’t crow. Well my captain told me, a
cigarette clenchin’ teeth; “You and your little
red rooster can pack your bags and leave.”
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Sugar Dime
02:27
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Walking down these crooked streets in
ragged cloths and bruised up feet. Walking
down to the creek, we burned down our
apple tree darlin’. Sugar dime, my sugar dime,
pin these words to your power line. Give my
body, my heart, my soul back to the nation
and the territory. Well, they take you far from
grace, they give you another name. Don’t
speak your tongue boy; it’s a sin. They save
the man with the heart of kings darlin’. Sugar
dime my sugar dime, pin these words to
your power line. Give my body, my heart,
my soul back to the nation and the territory
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Lonesome Ghosts
02:50
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Well, I’m going down that old lonesome
road. I’m going down with them lonesome
ghosts. Well, I’m worried now and I’ve been
so worried so long. I’ve been worried so
long, down that lonesome road. Well, I met
my ghost in a fortune of fate. Well, he took
my name and he took my place. Singing, I’m
worried now and I’ve been worried so long.
Well, I’ve been worried so long, down that
lonesome road.
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