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TO LIVE IS TO FLY
03:29
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Won't say I love you, babe,
Won't say I need you, babe,
But I'm gonna get you babe
And I will not do you wrong.
Living's mostly wasting time
And I'll waste my share of mine
But it never feels to good,
So let's don't take to long.
You're soft as glass
And I'm a gentle man
We got the sky to talk about
And the earth to lie upon.
Days, up and down they come
Like rain on a congadrum
Forget most, remember some
But don't turn none away.
Everything is not enough
And nothin' is to much to bear.
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there.
To live is to fly
Low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes.
Goodbye to all my friends
It's time to go again
Think of all the poetry
And the pickin' down the line
I'll miss the system here
The bottom's low
And the treble's clear
But it don't pay to think to much
On things you leave behind.
I will be gone
But it won't be long
I will be a'bringin' back the melodies
And rhythm that I find.
We all got holes to fill
Them holes are all that's real.
Some fall on you like a storm,
Sometimes you dig your own.
The choice is yours to make,
Time is yours to take
Some sail upondive into the sea,
Some toil upon the stone.
To live is to fly
Low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes
Shake the dust off of your wings
And the tears out of your eyes.
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MR BO JANGLES
05:22
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I knew a man "Bojangles", and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high
He jumped so high
And then he'd lightly touch down
I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was
Down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As the smoke ran out
He talked of life
He talked of life
He laughed, clicked his heels and stepped
He said his name "Bojangles", and he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants and feathered stance
Oh, he jumped so high
Then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh
He let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
He danced for those in minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Traveled about
The dog up and died, he up and died
After twenty years he still grieves
He said, "I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
'Cause I drinks a bit"
He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him "Please"
Please
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
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NORTHEAST TEXAS WOMEN
03:43
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South of Oklahoma, East of New Mexico
West of Louisiana, where all them Cajuns go
We got a little place called Texas
Where the women grow on trees
They're right there for the pickin'
Just as easy as you please
We'd better run take hold
You're gonna get young 'fore ya get old
Them Texas women is Texas gold
Kisses that are sweeter than cactus
Oh
North of Amarillo, east of Old Dime Box
You can find your Cinderella
Or a genuine Goldilocks
And if ya don't like love attachments
If your taste in women gets strange
Then go on and spend your money, my friend
Down in old La Grange
You better tell the world
You wanna get a Lone Star girl
With her cast iron curls
And her aluminum dimples
And they're so simple
North of Waxahachie, East of old Cowtown
Them Dallas women standing up
Beat the others lyin' down
But God bless the Trinity River
And any man who is unaware
Of the Northeast Texas women
With the cotton candy hair
And you'd better run take hold
You're gonna get young 'fore ya get old
Them Texas women is Texas gold
Kisses that are sweeter than cactus
Oh
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Well I'm headin' into Memphis, Memphis Tennessee The one place in this world I can get somethin' good to eat I'm hungry for some lovin' and some fried chicken That goes down greasy, finger lickin' I know just where to go, there's this woman I know She shakes it up right and lets it simmer real slow Memphis women and fried chicken Memphis women and chicken
Over on Union there's a good ol' gal
She can smoke a pig, she can fry some fowl
She got biscuits in her oven Cornbread in the pan
I get by to see her every chance I can
I catch a whiff when I turn the corner
My mouth starts to water and I'm a goner For that
Memphis women and fried chicken Memphis women and chicken
Yeah I take my old guitar and I go down on Beale Play some good blues and get a real good meal I don't care if the whiskey ever hits my lips As long as I get a taste of them bar-b-que ribs
There's a woman up on the bluff makes her living making pies Got chocolate covered fingers and dark blueberry eyes Got that light powdered sugar sprinkled all in her hair Her apple turnover is beyond compare When it's hot, late and sticky And you want something cool and sweet She keeps the handle crankin' On that homemade ice cream Memphis women and good fried chicken
Memphis women and fried chicken Memphis women and good fried chicken Memphis women and chicken
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SNOWING ON RATON
04:15
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When the wind don't blow in Amarillo
And the moon along the Gunnison don't rise
Shall I cast my dreams upon your love, babe
And lie beneath the laughter of your yes?
Snowin' on Raton
Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone (and gone)
Our mother thinks the road is long and lonely
Little brother thinks the road is straight and fine
Little darling thinks the road is soft and lovely
And I'm thankful that old road's a friend of mine
Snowin' on Raton
Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone (and gone)
I'll bid the years goodbye, you cannot still them
You cannot turn the circles of the sun
And you cannot count the miles until you feel them
And you cannot hold a lover that has gone
Snowin' on Raton
Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone (and gone)
Well, tomorrow the mountains will be sleeping
Silent 'neath a blanket, green and blue
All that I shall hear, the silence they are keeping
And I'll bring all their promises to you
Snowin' on Raton
Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone (and gone)
Snowin' on Raton
Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone
Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone
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BEND BUT DONT BREAK
03:36
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TOO OLD TO DIE YOUNG
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TRAIN TO BIRMINGHAM
03:58
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I've been riding on this train
Drinking whiskey for the pain
Another good ol' boy going home
And every town I see
Seems to take a part of me
That's the price that you pay when you roam
Well I cry when I have to
And I lie when I can
But I die a little slower
On the train to Birmingham
I got holes in both my shoes
And a guitar full of blues
And a one way ticket for a remedy
It's the same ol' lonesome song
I've been singing all night long
Hey, porter, are we out of Tennessee?
Well I cry when I have to
And I lie when I can
But I die a little slower
On the train to Birmingham
Well every year I ride this train
To Alabama in the rain
When I get that lonesome feelin' in my bones
I never get to Birmingham
But gettin' there ain't the plan
I just like the feel of going home
Well I cry when I have to
And I lie when I can
But I die a little slower
On the train to Birmingham
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Lonely women make good lovers
They're all at the mercy of a good lookin' smooth talkin' man
Lonely women make good lovers
So if you got a woman, you better treat her just as good as you can
Lots of times a lonely girl will go out on the town
With no thought of evil on her mind
She don't try to plant bad seeds
Lord knows there's something every woman needs
A friendly smile will do it every time
Lonely women make good lovers
They're all at the mercy of a good lookin' smooth talkin' man
Lonely women make good lovers
So if you got a woman, you better treat her just as good as you can
Once a woman's tasted love, she can't do without it
She'll search for something warm when she gets cold
And if her lips are wet with wine when it comes to lovin' time
She'll trade her pride for something warm to hold
Lonely women make good lovers
They're all at the mercy of a good lookin' smooth talkin' man
Lonely women make good lovers
So if you got a woman, you better treat her just as good as you can
Lonely women make good lovers
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Robert Cline Jr Sheffield, Alabama
Robert Cline Jr.’s third studio album, Troubadour Songs, Vol. 1., is a troubadour’s tribute to the songwriter’s songwriter.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jimmy Nutt, at the Nutthouse Recording Studio in Sheffield, Alabama. Troubadour Songs Vol. 1, features the multi-talented, James LeBlanc & members of the Muscle Shoals, Swampers’, David Hood & Dewy “Spooner” Oldham.
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