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Almost Proud
03:38
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I started life down at the bottom
And there were those who kept me there
I did things that I’m not proud of
To see if anybody cared
That’s the wrong kind of attention
I was young and dumb and loud
Now I’m quite and I’m older
Would you believe I’m almost proud
Almost proud, almost proud
Somehow I landed here I don’t know how
Almost proud, almost proud
I’m better when I’m not part of the crowd
When I think of where I came from and all I’ve been allowed
It makes me for a moment almost proud
Now I grow a litter garden
If I could keep away the deer
We would have us quite a harvester
It’s so peaceful living here
I planted her some roses
And it seems we’re good for now
There’s a cardinal at my feeder
And it makes me almost proud
Almost proud, almost proud
Somehow I landed here I don’t know how
Almost proud, almost proud
I’m better when I’m not part of the crowd
When I think of where I came from and all I’ve been allowed
It makes me for a moment almost proud
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Perfect strangers sitting down face to face
Like we've never met before
Nothing's left between us
But the space between us
Love don't live here anymore
Faded photographs; dusty dreams
Lyin' scattered on the floor
Nothing's here to bind us
To the years behind us
Love don't live here anymore
Never sharin' nothin'
We don't care
I got nothin' close to nothin' you'd care to hear
Nail the shutters down; pull the shades
Hang a sign upon the door
There's no use pretending
There's no happy ending
Love don't live here anymore.
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Rainbow of My Dreams
02:59
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You are the rainbow of my dreams dear
I think of you both night and day
You are the rainbow of my dreams dear
I’m lonesome when you’re far away
The clouds disguise colors bright
Golden raindrops from above
Stars that brighten up the night
Brings memories of the one I love
You are the rainbow of my dreams dear
I think of you both night and day
You are the rainbow of my dreams dear
I’m lonesome when you’re far away
When clouds have vanished into space
This dream will slowly disappear
I found no one can take your place
Without you it would be so lonely here
You are the rainbow of my dreams dear
I think of you both night and day
You are the rainbow of my dreams dear
I’m lonesome when you’re far away
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My Little Darlin'
03:31
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I felt all the time we lived together
That she only kept me for a plaything
How she seemed so like a little child
Who stays a while then laughs and runs away
I heard all the talk a-going down
She just had to sleep around
Though I still cared for my little darlin’
I know she no longer cares for me
When I’m dead and laying in my coffin
And my friends all stand around me weeping
Then perhaps I will forget about her
When I’m in that deep and dreamless sleep
Now I know just what a fool I’ve been
It’s so easy now to see
Though my heart breaks for my little darlin’
I know she no longer cares for me
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Running Wild
02:22
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You’re running wild
You’re running wild
You made me sad
For a little while
But listen babe the time will come
For me to say unfaithful one
Why do I cry
Why do I cry
And lie awake
Til the morning light
I cannot let her know I care
She’ll never know
The pain I bear
You’re flying high
You’re flying high
Your evil doom
Is drawing nigh
And I don’t care
How much you run
As the saying goes
What’s done is done
You broke our vows
You’ve been untrue
So I’ve lost all
My love for you
Forgetting you
Is easy done
I’ll let you go
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6. |
Brown Paper Bag
02:57
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There’s a brown paper bag
Wrapped around this bottle
A brown paper letter
Ripped up on the floor
The woman that I love
She wrote me this morning
Just to tell me that she felt me
The same way no more
To weep and to cry
To weep and to cry
The woman that I love
Lord she wrote me goodbye
I’m home sick and lonesome
Lord I’m lonesome at the core
Tears fell on the page
Like a torrential down pour
So I picked up the pieces
To the letter you wrote me
The brown paper fragments
I threw em all away
And I took to the bottle
My last loyal companion
And the only one I knew who
Wouldn’t lead me astray
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Listen to the rain
It’s callin out her name
It sounds just like the falling of my tears
But I know just what to do
For getting over you
With my new friend, Whiskey, wine and beer
Honky-tonk nights
That’s my new life
I’m a whiskey drinking fool
Sitting on an old bar stool
But the good news is your memories
Fadin fast
Mr. jukebox my old friend
Won’t you play that song again
It’s the one about the good love that went bad
Brother beer will numb the pain
Cousin wine will do the same
Daddy Whiskey tucks me in
And says goodnight
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8. |
Once Again
04:57
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It’s been raining for days out my door
Coming down like I ain’t seen before
That damned ol weatherman, he’s calling for more
It’s been raining for days out my door
I been drinking to numb the pain
But I can’t drown your memory away
That bottle of comfort keeps calling my name
I been drinking to numb the pain
CHORUS:
It’s the same old same here night after night
Heart broke on a stool under the neon lights
I ought to go on home and get out of this bar
But once again, it’s 1am and I’m wondering where you are
Are you happy, are you blue
Do you miss me when you’re with someone new
Do you cry when it rains like I always do
Are you happy are you blue
CHORUS:
It’s the same old same here night after night
Heart broke on a stool under the neon lights
I ought to go on home and get out of this bar
But once again, it’s 1am and I’m wondering where you are
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Sid
03:48
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In the southern West Virginia
Back in nineteen twenty-one
Trouble was a brewin
And more way yet to come
It started down in Matewan
About fifteen months before
Ten or more were killed that day
Across the valley floor
The big coal operators
Tried to drive the miners down
Sid Hatfield and his six guns
Left em lying on the ground
They summoned him to court that day
To pay for all his sins
The mine guards were a waigin there in welsh to do him in
So get back on that railroad train
And ride Sid ride
Get back down to Matewan
While you still have time to hide
Baldwin Frits is here in Welch
And they want to gun you down
So get back on that railroad train and ride
Sid went down to the hotel
And dropped off both of his guns
They say he showed no fear that day
He wasn’t gonna run
As they heard off to court
Sid and his friend Ed
Were gunned down on the court house steps
The nine guards show em dead
They said he was a hero
Of all the mining men
He stood up for the working men
That needed help back then
He didn’t die for glory
He didn’t die for fame
He made a stand for what was right
For his family name
So get back on that railroad train
And ride Sid ride
You’re going back to Matewan
But it’s too late to hide
You won’t hear the whistle blow
Or the clicking of the the track
They put you on that railroad train to ride
Get on that train to glory Sid
And ride ride ride
You’ve gone to meet your maker
On that training up in the sky
Your deed will be remembered
Your name will never die
Get on that train to glory sid and ride
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10. |
The Misery You've Earned
03:03
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The fact that you are gone
This house is not a home
A place to lay my head
And tears to shed
I try not let it show
My heart is aching so
I wonder if you know
My awful dread
Someday I’m sure you’ll learn
The bridge to me you’ve burned
Then it will be your turn
To weep and cry
By then my blues will end
No tears my heart will mend
But you’ll by then have learned
The misery you’ve learned
You were my heart and soul
You had me in control
An angel in disguise
You’re love and lies
Oh I was such a fool
To put my trust in you
I’m glad that you are thru
I can’t Hear your cries
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11. |
Working Man's Wage
02:43
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I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
And I've seen my daddy in that hot southern sun
Move those mountains one by one
And I've seen that same man come home from the mill
Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill
I've watched him struggle and I've watched him age
Raising a family on a working man's wage
I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And I hope I am worthy of a working man's wage
I pick this guitar six nights a week
Daddy can't believe they're paying me
It would be so easy to let it go to my head
But there's just one thing that I can't forget
I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And I hope I am worthy, I hope I am worthy
Of a working man's wage
I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
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12. |
Other Shore
03:23
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I still wake up and I’m livin’
I’m still lovin’ and I’m givin’
But I cry now when I’m singin’
And there’s always somethin’ missin’
I never thought that it would be this way
I never thought that I would have to say
refrain:
I’ll meet you on that other shore
It was you who taught me how to live
It was you that taught me how to give
It was you that taught me how to love
Now when I love it’s you I’m thinkin’ of
It was you that got the best of me
Now I’m searchin’ for the rest of me
refrain
Whoa, don’t you know we’ve been wonderin’
Is there something that we could have done
To keep you here with us under the sun?
But you made up your mind
To leave this broken up world behind
All we can do is hope you made it there
And let you know that you’re in our prayers
So for now we keep on pushin’ on
And I know one day we’ll see that dawn
Just to see your smilin’ face again
in that land where joy will never end
For now your love keeps liftin’ me
while I’m clingin’ to your memory
refrain
There’s so much that I’d like to say
But I have to wait until the day
Whoa oh, whoa whoa
I’ll meet you on that other shore
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