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My solitude greeted yours
As yours greeted mine
And we passed under ancient archways
And we passed under holy highway signs
And we traveled to the mountains
And we traveled beyond
I know the river must end somewhere
But I wish it went on and on forever
I came to know your body
And you came to know mine
And I came to see your halo
Though mine would hardly shine
And we journeyed to the valley
To see the coming of the dawn
I know the river must end somewhere
But I wish it went on and on forever
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You left last month, darling
For the land of corn and steel
Packed your bags and said goodbye
And got behind the wheel
I miss you like hell
And I miss Ohio, too
I’m just sitting here on Sunday
With the Blue Ridge Mountain blues
I put it on a suit, darling
I put on a tie
I may not be that handsome
But I clean up alright
It ain’t a mystery, darling
I don’t need a clue
I got all dressed up for no one
With these Blue Ridge Mountain blues
I got a job, darling
Where I make a decent pay
I’ve been saving what I can
To make it back your way
We could live together again
If you’d so choose
For now I’m stuck in Carolina
With the Blue Ridge Mountain blues
You left some of your things here, darling
A dress, a scarf, and some shoes
I think if you let me bring ‘em back to ya
I’d lose these Blue Ridge Mountain Blues
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Memories Bygone
04:52
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I got bread and I got wine
I got a few things I call mine
I leave home every now and then
I got a coffee can I put a little money in
I save up and go to town
To see the storefronts with wedding gowns
I tip my hat and nod hello
Keep my hands in my pockets, my head hung low
I may pawn my watch and chain
For a ticket for the train
I won’t tell which route I’m on
If I go to Sugar Town
I’ll shake the sugar down
And raise a glass to memories bygone
I got flowers in a vase
I got bibles in a suitcase
I’ve held the rose stem with clenched jaw
I’ve drank muddy water and slept in a hollow log
I had a buddy, I had a pal
I had a home with my good ol’ gal
The closets empty, the sheets are bare
There’s one picture on the wall and one empty chair
I may pawn my watch and chain
For a ticket for the train
I won’t tell which route I’m on
If I got to Sugar Town
I’ll shake the sugar down
And raise a glass to memories bygone
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A Place Beside You
02:53
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Old blue shirt and dirty boots
Missing a place beside you
Coffee cup and bowl of fruit
Missing a place beside you
A shower and a shave
Only does a man so much good
I seek a place beside you
I ask no favors
It’s only rest I’m looking for
Only a place beside you
Coat on the rack, hat there, too
Missing a place beside you
Pillows white and covers blue
Missing a place beside you
A bottle and a deck of cards
Only kills so much time
I seek a place beside you
I want more than letters
I want more than photographs
I want a place beside you
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Cream in my coffee
Butter on my bread
Boots on my feet
Hat on my head
Roses on my windowsill
Blankets on my bed
I can’t sleep
And it’s been raining for days
So I turn the TV on
I hear the babble of presidents
The rise and fall of governments
It seems like a change is coming
And I can’t stop from worrying
So you best come home
I think about the future
I think about the end
I think the Buckeye State
And my best friend
Freight yards and factories
Roads I wish to drive again
And how the money goes quicker than it comes
I get restless
So I get lost in the streets
I see men begging for their keep
It’s gone to shit
And I can’t stand it
Could you please come home?
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Brand New Cadillac
04:49
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Hallelujah!
We can rest now
The troubled times are over
And the good times are here to stay
Glory, Glory!
We can resume now
The darkest hour has passed
I finally hit my big payday
O, to throw this burden off my back
Gonna trade my pickup truck
For a brand new Cadillac
Praise be!
We can laugh now
The flowers are bloom
Tell your mother to fix up your bouquet
Lordy, Lordy!
We can dance now
The world is ours for the taking
It’s gonna be one fine wedding day
O, to throw this burden off my back
Gonna trade my pickup truck
For a brand new Cadillac
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What of the horses
What of the horses
What of the horses
O, Annihilator?
What of the garden
What of the garden
What of the garden
O, Annihilator?
What of the river
What of the river
What of the river
O, Annihilator?
What of the baby
What of the baby
What of the baby
O, Annihilator?
What of the future
What of the future
What of the future
O, Annihilator?
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