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Cowpoke
02:30
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I'm lonesome but happy
Rich but I'm broke
And the good Lord knows the reason
I'm just a cowpoke.
From Cheyenne to Douglas
All the ranges I know
'Cause I drift with the wind
No one cares where I go. (Moan)
I ain't got a dime
In these old worn out jeans
So I'll stop eatin' steak
And go back to beans.
I'll pick up a ten spot
And press God I know
Well, I'm ridin' the broncs
In the big rodeo. (Moan)
Some evening in springtime
A felly I'll find
And we might spend all the summer
With her on my mind.
But I'll never be branded
And never be broke
I'm a carefree range ridin'
Driftin' cowpoke... (Moan)
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2. |
Thirteen Silver Dollars
03:11
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It was a cold and cruel evenin' sneaking up on Speedy Creek
I found myself sleepin' in the snow
For one or two odd reasons I ain't too proud to repeat
For now we'll say I had no place to go
It was a rustle and a hummin'
Just a haulin' down the street
I drew myself up from my icy bed
Painted on that shiny car
The letters R, C, M and P
I could feel a little achin' in my head
And then out jumps this ol' boy about twice the size of me
He asked me for my name and where I dwelt
I just looked him in the eye and sang "Blue yodel number nine"
He didn't catch the reference I could tell
And then the old familiar click
And the handcuffs bindin' grip
He should have left me in the snow where I lay
He just laughed and touched his gun
And turnin' to me he said
"Son, I bet you don't own a damn thing to your name"
Well, I got my health, my John B. Stetson
Got a bottle full of Baby's Blue Bird wine
And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston
Along with 13 silver dollars and my mind
Well, I got my health, my John B. Stetson
Got me a bottle full of Baby's Blue Bird wine
And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston
Along with 13 silver dollars and my mind
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3. |
Dueling Banjos
00:37
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4. |
God's Gonna Cut You Down
00:45
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5. |
Caroline
02:34
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6. |
Kaw-Liga
02:30
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Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss.
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed.
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head.
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk.
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talk.
Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign,
Because his heart was made of knotty pine.
Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere.
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid,
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-liga stayed.
Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be,
And wishes he was still an old pine tree.
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7. |
Tecumseh Valley
04:37
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The name she gave was Caroline
Daughter of a miner
Her ways were free
It seemed to me
That sunshine walked beside her
She came from Spencer
Across the hill
She said her pa had sent her
'cause the coal was low
And soon the snow
Would turn the skies to winter
She said she'd come
To look for work
She was not seeking favors
And for a dime a day
And a place to stay
She'd turn those hands to labor
But the times were hard, Lord,
The jobs were few
All through Tecumseh valley
But she asked around
And a job she found
Tending bar at Gypsy Sally's
She saved enough to get back home
When spring replaced the winter
But her dreams were denied
Her pa had died
The word come down from Spencer
So she turned to whorin' out on the streets
With all the lust inside her
And it was many a man
Returned again
To lay himself beside her
They found her down beneath the stairs
That led to Gypsy Sally's
In her hand when she died
Was a note that cried
Fare thee well
Tecumseh valley
The name she gave was Caroline
Daughter of a miner
Her ways were free
It seemed to me
That sunshine walked beside her
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8. |
Halloween 2020 (BONUS)
03:18
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Instrumental
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Adam Bowman Mt Airy, North Carolina
Just a man with a guitar.
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