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White Cadillac
03:50
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I was walking down an empty street
My shoes barely hanging upon my feet
I was so lost and so incomplete
and you was so near and so discreet
but I never knew what your game was
I was always thinking of you just because
and so I got you something something there in the store
something that I could not afford
What you gonna do tonight
When the truth comes ramblin' in
I'm gonna hold you down tight, baby
atleast until then
Well I woke up in the back of white cadillac
with the windows rolled up on cul-de-sac
hot as hell and drunk as can be
won't you come get down with me
Long legged mama gonna yank my chain
until my hearts starts aching all over again
even though I lover her more than she'll ever show
I just can't let her know
What you gonna do tonight
When the devil comes up on in
I'm gonna lay you down right, darling
We gonna take ourselves a swim
I ain't leaving here with nothing
Baby I need your sweet lovin'
Is this Heaven or the Mescaline
I can't tell if you're coming or going
I don't know what you're doing darling
but you're doing it again
and it's happening when you came in
and took all my sweet lovin'
What you gonna do tonight
When the walls come caving in
I'm gonna hold you upright, honey
I'm gonna be your backdoor man
I'm gonna make you understand
M baby I need your sweet lovin'
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St. James Infirmary
03:20
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It was down in old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square
They were serving the drinks as usual,
And the usual crowd was there.
On my left stood old Joe McKennezly,
And his eyes were bloodshot red;
He turned to the crowd around him,
These are the words he said:
He said I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my little lady lying there,
She was stretched out on a long white table,
So cold, so pale, and so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be
She may search the wide world over
she'll never find another sweet man like me
Oh, when I die, please bury me
In my high dollar Stetson hat;
Put a gold piece on my watch and chain
So the devil knows I died standin' pat.
I want six gamblers to carry my coffin
a few call girls to sing me a song
and a jazz band on the end of my hearse
To raise Hell as we roll along
Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be
She may search the wide world over
she'll never find another sweet man like me
Went up to see the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God! She's lying there dead.
Now that's the end of my story
Let's have another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you just tell em
I've got the St. James Infirmary blues
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3. |
Lost Highway
02:07
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I'm a rollin stone all alone and lost
For a life of sin I have paid the cost
When I pass by all the people say
Just another soul on the lost highway
Just a deck of cards and a jug of wine
And a womans lies makes a life like mine
Oh the day we met, I went astray
I started rolling down that lost highway
I was just a lad, nearly 22
Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you
And now I'm lost, too late to pray
Lord I take a cost, oh the lost highway
Now boys don't start to ramblin' round
On this road of sin are you sorrow bound
Take my advice or you'll curse the day
You started rollin' down that lost highway
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Written By: The Stanley Brothers
Now darlin', I've tried, I've never done wrong
I've been fair to you, you know all along
Why treat me this way, you're breakin' my heart
I'm lonesome for you we're so far apart
It's never too late to start over new
I've loved you so long, you know I've been true
Please come back to me, my heart is so blue
It's never too late to start over new
Now when you are tired, your new love gone down
I hope you'll return and I'll still be around
I love you so well, you know I will wait
But remember these words, it's never too late
It's never too late to start over new
I've loved you so long, you know I've been true
Please come back to me, my heart is so blue
It's never too late to start over new
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Mountain
03:18
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There's a mountain on my shoulder
that I just can't get over
my hands are burnt and bruised
and the worst part about it
is I just can't live without
oh lord this what I choose
Cause can't never could
and won't never would
well I guess I probably should
but I just don't
So alone I stand
with my guitar in my hand
singing the only songs
that I have ever known
singing the only song
that I have ever known
Well I'm flat on my back
across that crooked railroad track
I'll lay in the bed I've made
can't you see what you have been doing
for you got me bound for ruin
girl it's too late to be saved
Cause can't never could
and won't never would
well I guess I probably should
but I just don't
So alone I stand
with my shotgun in my hand
singing the only songs
that I have ever known
singing the only song
that I have ever known
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Tennessee Dixon New Orleans, Louisiana
Tennessee Dixon is a country folk blues gospel singer/songwriter. He spent time with family in The Great Smoky Mountains and North Carolina. That’s where he picked up the harmonica, the guitar, and bluegrass. He was very inspired by the independent music of Fort Worth, Texas. After folks calling him Tennessee, since that’s where he’s from, he took that name in honor of his hometown in Burns, TN. ... more
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