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Seneca Falls
03:50
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I woke up this morning to see the snow fall on the trees, the hills and all over Seneca Falls.
And I rolled over in a rented bed to see my baby lying there and his cheeks were red.
The roads twisted & bended and I feared the ice. I wouldn't even touch my food but they made me pay the price.
But peace like a river, we were safe and the paranoia blues left me and I went with you.
Seneca Falls where are you now all covered up in snow.
Take a trip with me to the great big city where
Lonely hearts are grey, lonely hearts are grey...
I woke up this morning to see the snow fall through a grey, dirt splattered window in the Big Apple.
I rolled over in an empty bed, but I smiled and smelled his hair from where he'd laid his head.
In a book store over yonder a chapter can be found of a town where all the snow will stay always fresh and pure and cold.
And I fear the abominable snow man, but I'll run from him indefinitely until I reach the end.
Seneca Falls where are you now all covered up in snow.
Take a trip with me to the great big city where
Lonely hearts are grey, lonely hearts are grey...
Oh, Seneca Falls where are you now all covered up in snow. All covered up in snow...
I woke up this morning to see the snow fall
On the trees, the hills and all over Seneca Falls.
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Pennsylvania
03:55
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Up from Louisiana all the way to Pennsylvania.
Her muffler gave a bark so cupids ear could follow.
Through the farm lands and the cities.
Near the Delaware Gap.
On the day she met her maker she said, "Lord, I really loved him".
He said "Sorry dear, honey dear but he never really loved you. I put that great river between you and left up to you to venture 'cross".
So now up from Louisiana all the way to Pennsylvania.
Her muffler gave a bark so cupids ear could follow.
Through the farm lands and the cities.
Near the Delaware Gap.
She went up north to put her heart on her sleeve.
Hand over her whole history - to him.
Down from Dickson City all the way to Lake Charles.
Her muffler gave a bark, now rusted and defeated.
Through the farm lands and the cities.
'Cross the great Mississippi.
On the day she met her maker she said, "Lord, I really loved him".
He said "Sorry dear, honey dear but he never really loved you. I put that great river between you and left up to you to venture 'cross".
So now down from Dickson City all the way to Lake Charles.
Her muffler gave a bark, now rusted and defeated.
Through the farm lands and the cities.
'Cross the great Mississippi.
She went back south the reclaim her heart.
Hand over all thought of him - to the wind.
On the day she met her maker she said, "Lord, I really loved him".
He said "Sorry dear, honey dear but he never really loved you. I put that great river between you and left up to you to venture 'cross".
"Sorry dear, honey dear but he never really loved you. I put that great river between you and left up to you to venture 'cross".
"Sorry dear, honey dear but he never really loved you. I put that great river between you and left up to you to venture 'cross".
On the day she met her maker she said, "Lord, I loved him".
He said "Sorry dear, honey dear but he never really loved you. I put that great river between you and left up to you to venture 'cross".
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Our Families
04:09
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Our Families came over from over seas and we were their dreams.
Our Families came over from over seas and we were their dreams.
Maybe they went straight to Chicago or met a man from Scarsdale.
Our Families came over from over seas and we were their dreams.
Maybe she met a world war soldier and spent 12 days on a ship all sick.
Maybe their mother sent them to Canada all alone at 15 to send money home.
But our Families came over from over seas and we were their dreams.
Our Families came over from over seas and we were their dreams.
Maybe they started a burger chain that stretched form Maine down to Georgia.
But our Families came over from over seas and we were their dreams.
Our Families came over from over seas and we were their dreams.
Our Families came over from over seas and we were their dreams.
Our Families came over from over seas and we were their dreams.
Our Families came over from over seas and we were their dreams.
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I'll be Right Here
04:17
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It happened long ago on a cold January day back in a time when you had your own way. I never knew black ice could be so cruel.
Binghamton to Syracuse you clutched to the steering wheel so tight. I'll never know the fright you felt that night... or any hell you've been through since then.
Mary-Mae your life is here to stay.
It may have gone astray.
No time for you to have your say...
But I'll be right here.
Always right here.
I'll be right here.
Now you live in Rockaway, NY and the kids across the street have never known a white lady so sweet. You taught them how some soap brings worms from the deep.
In your nursing days you watched Lady Jean pass away and heard her ask the angels where she'd stay. She's been with you since that very day.
Mary-Mae your life is here to stay.
It may have gone astray.
No time for you to have your say...
But I'll be right here.
Always right here.
I'll be right here.
I'll be right here.
Always right here.
Oh my, my dear!
I'll be right here.
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A Song for Dolly
02:28
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I am a musician and I play the guitar with no radio waves.
I play it loud to the Lord up above so he knows I’m doing what I love.
I came down here from upstate far. 12 hours North by car.
I left my dog and my mama too just to stand/sit up here and sing my life to you.
My Grandma came from Napoli Bay. Married a man untrue.
They called him Red and he lived up to the name with a temper fiery and cruel.
Now she bore a son, my daddy dear. Sweetest man you’ll ever hear.
He took a bus to the cold North roads. Met a Canadian rose.
They raised us four in a big ‘ol house. Grandma took a room there too.
And they raised us well, “Keep your eyes up above and always only do what you love”.
And now I am a musician and I play the guitar with no radio waves.
And I play it loud to the Lord up above so he knows I’m doing what I love.
So he knows I’m doing what I love.
So he knows I’m doing what I love.
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Empire State
03:24
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Empire State up high in the sky;
Men carry weight as the whips on by.
Bulldozer hats strapped ‘round their chins.
Will they beat wind and stay to win.
Only 5 died, then Herbert Hoover switched the light on.
Working men laid their tool belts down, marched from their windblown home.
Home to their wives away from the sky.
Safe in their arms. No more beams up high.
Empire State up high in the sky. Men carry weight as the wind whips on...
By. In the sky men carry weight as the wind whips on by.
High in the sky men carry weight as the wind whips on by.
Once was the tallest skyscraper in the whole world.
Before sad attacks it stood second from gold.
Only to go back to its old place.
Where the sun shines, shines in its face.
Empire State up high in the sky. Men carry weight as the wind whips on...
By. In the sky men carry weight as the wind whips on by.
High in the sky men carry weight as the wind whips on...
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Ring Down
04:38
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Hop, skip, jump over rocks and logs in my yellow field;
Trees to the left and the gate to the right.
Racing, leap-frogging in my yellow field;
It sat behind my old home.
I was a littler girl there. I learned to shoot
bow and arrow into haystacks out back in m'field.
The sky, the sky was clear and the birds flew over without a fear.
The sky, the sky was clear and the birds flew over without a fear.
The day I turned 16, I met him there.
His family moved in across the dirt, dirt road from my old home.
I said “hello” with an apple pie in hand
My mom and I had made that very great morning.
And from that day on, we shot bow & arrow
Out back in my yard and we hit haystacks.
I could hear his heart from miles away, from miles away.
I could hear his heart from miles away, from miles away.
The day I turned 18, I woke to a
Chill in my fingers and my toes it was dark out.
I crept downstairs to my front window pane.
Peered out across the dirt, dirt road from my old home.
From that day on, I listened for his laugh
Creeping out from the trees to the left of my old home.
To this very day, I listen for his laugh
Creeping out from the trees to the left of my old home.
I can hear his voice ring down to me, ring down to me.
I can hear his voice ring down to me, ring down to me.
x2
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Southern Town
03:24
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The sun will rise over this Southern town & we'll go to places with the car windows down. We'll see a few friendly faces and a few who hate to leave traces.
There'll be a girl in a bookstore reading books on folk lore hiding from time behind paperback paneled lines.
And her face will be white and her smile will sweet, but her eyes will be distant and her voice will sound beat. It used to belt loud for her in a choir built around here.
But time passed on she grew tired of song, afraid to move up and a afraid to move on. So she settled on a book store with books of local lore.
So we'll ride on through the town the heat'll never let down to the bar with the pool table stars and we'll see a few friendly faces and a few who hate to leave traces.
So we'll ride on through the town the heat'll never let down to the bar with the pool table stars and we'll see a few friendly faces and a few who hate to leave traces.
There'll be a girl there short hair blue eyes. Hard as nails and a tough girl guise.
You'll never get a soft look unless she's taking the lead.
And then her neck'll sink into her soft shoulders, her eyes'll twinkly and her smile shine. But quick back; a smile can't crack when you're on a tough girl track.
So we'll ride on through the town the heat'll never let down to the bar with the pool table stars and we'll see a few friendly faces and a few who hate to leave traces.
So we'll ride on through the town the heat'll never let down to the bar with the pool table stars and we'll see a few friendly faces and a few who hate to leave traces.
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Martha & Richard
03:40
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Martha went about her day without changing in any way. Richard got on a steam train; headed out west where the trees grow tall.
Friends wrote letters. They said "Martha, how are you? What's new with you?". But she never wrote back; she never replied, but she'd cry when they wouldn't stop by.
Richard called and said "Martha, please come home.
Oh & Martha, I am your home.
Oh & Martha, the past is done.
Oh & Martha, you gotta move on.
You've gotta move on, baby.
You've gotta move on, baby".
She said Richard your wrong it's not gone It lives on in my heart. While you ran away to find an empty town to hide your empty heart.
I know they time will come when I've gotta move on, but for now i'll hold on.
Martha called and said, "Richard, please come home.
Oh & Richard, I am your home.
Oh & Richard, there's good in the past.
Oh & Richard, you've gotta live on.
You've gotta live on, baby,
You've gotta live on, baby".
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10. |
Where the Money Is
03:56
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Last night my day, my dad came home. Said we gotta roam.
Head North to Ohio. His eyes were heavy and his voice,
His voice was low. Said we gotta go.
Where the money’s good.
Go gotta go where the money’s good. Watch that dough grow.
Go gotta go where the money is. Go gotta go watch that dough grow.
So I put on my favorite jeans and my pink backpack
And climbed into the Oldsmobile; sat on my mama’s lap.
Drove to the Rio Grand. All of us hand in hand.
Go gotta go where the money’s good. Watch that dough grow.
Go gotta go where the money is. Go gotta go watch that dough grow.
When we reached the boarder patrol they looked us over in row.
Took our paper work and the hefty fee. Thank God, my
Dad worked his hands to the bone to give us a life of our own.
Go gotta go where the money’s good. Watch that dough grow.
Go gotta go where the money is. Go gotta go watch that dough grow.
Here I stand 20 years in my hands.
Babies born and a junkie wedding band.
But I am an American.
Yes I am an America.
Go gotta go where the money’s good. Watch that dough grow.
Go gotta go where the money is. Go gotta go watch that dough grow.
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Foggy Dew
02:59
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(Irish traditional)
As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tatoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew
'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the shore of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew
Back to the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew.
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Annie Crane Washington, D.C.
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