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I know that
You’re gonna make me cry again.
Word ‘round town’s you’ve been running around
Like the world’s about to end.
Before I met you last time I cried
Was the day that Johnny Cash died.
You’re gonna make me cry again.
You got caught running around again,
Raising hell in a honky tonk
When you said you were seeing a friend.
You’re gonna make me cry, cry, cry
If you keep telling lies, lies, lies.
You’re gonna make me cry again.
I can’t wait for Saturday night to end.
Sunday you’ll be begging me
To take you back again.
It don’t matter how hard I try,
I ain’t been right since Waylon died.
You’re gonna make me cry again.
You’re gonna make me cry again.
Word ‘round town’s you’ve been running around
Like the world’s about to end.
Before I met you last time I cried
Was the day that Johnny Cash died.
You’re gonna make me cry again.
You’re gonna make me cry again.
You’re gonna make me cry, cry, cry again.
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Queen of Labrador City
04:19
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The subjects arrive at the castle
Most every night of the week
Looking for love and advice,
And a drink would be nice,
But they don’t know what it is that they seek.
She’s the Queen of Labrador City,
Wabush and all of the rest.
She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear.
She rules all of Labrador West
We used to wake to the sound of the shovel
Scraping the ore at first light.
Now the mine is shut down, but we’re still in this town
And the queen helps us get through the night.
She had a Montreal prince in her younger days.
Said he’d be coming back June.
But he never returned, and her lesson was learned.
Now the queen rules alone in this room.
She’s the Queen of Labrador City,
Wabush and all of the rest.
She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear
She rules all of Labrador West.
The slot machines sit in the corner.
The jesters all sit at the bar.
There’s a game on tonight, and the Molson tastes right,
So I don’t think we need to go far.
I hear the loons calling out the last call,
And Gord’s singing his last song on TV.
So raise a glass to the man, and one more for the band,
And don’t forget a toast for the queen.
She’s the Queen of Labrador City,
Wabush and all of the rest.
She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear.
She rules all of Labrador West.
She’s the Queen of Labrador City,
Wabush and all of the rest.
She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear.
She rules all of Labrador West.
And we’re still here in Labrador West.
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3. |
Catch You Down the Line
03:20
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Well it’s a pleasure to see you, but I wouldn’t wanna be you
Cause all in all I’m happy to be me.
But you’re lickety split with the banter and the wit
And the elevator waiter repartee.
I see you driving ‘round town with your windows all down
Drinking liquor with a kicker and lime.
You’re doing fine.
I’ll catch you down the line.
It’s been a lotta fun, hun, but I guess I gotta run
Cause I kinda think it’s getting kinda late.
So I’m stumbling home, but I’ll getcha on the phone
For some talkie talk if you can relate.
Don’t wanna burst your bubble
But I think you might be trouble
And me and trouble get along just fine.
I’ll catch you down the line.
I remember a time when I couldn’t even rhyme
But I could walk and talk like one of the guys.
My songs were too long and the words were all wrong
But life was copacetic otherwise.
I was getting my thrills from little white pills
And washing ‘em down with wine.
But now I’m fine.
I’m doing fine.
And I’ll catch you on down the line.
Let me tell you ‘bout this girl been a rocking my world
With her telepathic pornographic mind.
She’s the cat’s meow, and I don’t know how
I can live without her living in my life.
You know I wanna please her
‘Cause she’s the bee’s knees.
I coulda shoulda drop her a line,
Tell her she’s mine.
I’ll catch her down the line.
Let me tell you ‘bout by baby she’s a complicated lady
With her empathetic non-synthetic vibe.
She’s a mover and a shaker, and everywhere I take her
It’s a really silly willy nilly time.
Sometimes she gets funky
With the flunkies and the junkies
Drinking watermelon dandelion wine.
That’s just fine.
I’ll catch her down the line.
You know I wanna please her
‘Cause she’s the bee’s knees.
I coulda shoulda drop her a line.
Tell her she’s mine.
She’s so fine.
And I’ll catch her on down the line.
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4. |
Keep on Truckin'
03:02
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Keep on truckin’. Keep moving on.
Keep your foot on the gas, your hands on the wheel
And keep on keeping on.
There’s people in this town, wanna bring you down.
So, keep on trucking’. Keep on moving on.
Breakdowns don’t tell you when they’re coming,
With a thousand miles behind you
Or a thousand more to go.
If you can’t find a spare,
Your thumb will get you anywhere.
So, keep on trucking’, trucking’ down the road.
Keep on truckin’. You’ll be fine.
Keep your foot on the gas, your hands on the wheel
And keep it between the lines.
There’s a long long way to go,
But you’ll make it there you know.
If you keep on trucking’, trucking’ down the line.
Overdrive is fine out on the flatlands,
But if you’re climbing hills to pay the bills
You gotta use every gear you own.
Take your troubles and your fears,
Put ‘em in the rear view mirror,
And keep on trucking’, trucking’ down the road.
Keep on truckin’ down the road.
You gotta make up time when you’re running behind
And carrying a heavy load.
There’s a long long way to go,
But you’ll make it there you know
If you keep on truckin’, truckin’ down the road.
Keep on truckin’, truckin’ down the road.
Keep on truckin’, truckin’ right on home.
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5. |
Monday Morning
02:04
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You know you’re always on my mind.
I’d really like to spend some time
On a Sunday afternoon alone with you.
But then again Tuesday’d be alright
Just as long as you hold me tight.
And Thursday, too, just might do.
‘Cause you’re the one that I’ve been waiting for
To find the right words to say
That I’m going to love you more and more
And more and more each day.
That’s why Monday morning’s fine
Just as long as you say you’re mine.
And Thursday too. I know you’ll come through.
Well, even Saturday at dawn
When you’ve got the radio on,
Just listening to the news,
You can wash away my blues.
‘Cause you’re the one that I’ve been waiting for
To find the words to say
That I’m going to love you more and more
And more and more each day.
And that’s why Monday morning’s fine.
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Roust out, we’re burning daylight
Horses don’t saddle themselves
Dust in the blood, boots in the mud
Kicking up spent shotgun shells
Sure ain’t no step for a stepper
Sun up and out riding pens
Never alone when he’s out on the road
Every stranger he meets is a friend
Last of the west Kansas cowboys
Last of the old so-and-so’s
Last of his kind you’ll ever see ‘round
Greatest one you’ll ever know
Thrown more than once from the saddle
Been busted. Hell, he nearly died
But a cowboy, of course gets back on his horse
The hurt that’s the worst is your pride.
Last of the west Kansas cowboys
Last of the old so-and-so’s
Last of his kind you’ll ever see ‘round
Greatest one you’ll ever know
A thousand miles, four wheels on gyp rock
Beats fourteen hours out plowing dirt
Now the years and the days are slipping away
But a cowboy never tells you when he hurts
Last of the west Kansas cowboys
Living the last of the years
When he’s really gone, I’ll still carry on
But I’ll fill the Ogallala with my tears
With my tears
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7. |
Borderline
03:40
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You don’t know how this one ends.
‘Cause you don’t know yourself,
You don’t know your so-called friends.
The world has something up her sleeve.
She doesn’t smile on you
Any more than she smiles on me.
And you’re wasting your time
On the borderline
Fate’s fickle minded rules
Are compromised by all the simple minded fools.
You won’t know it when it comes.
You might think you’ll fight
But I know you’re gonna run.
And beat all time
To the borderline.
What’s fair is sometimes hard to say.
But what is wrong and right is clear as night and day.
Maybe I’ll find another way
Maybe blow this town, maybe blow you all away.
And beat all time
To the borderline
Cause you’re wasting your time
And you’re wasting mine.
Cause you’re wasting your time
And you’re wasting mine
So I’m leaving you behind
On the borderline
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8. |
Ma Bell
03:43
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The things that you say send me away
Your touch is enough I forget who I am
I don’t mind at all just to wait for your call
With my heart on my sleeve and my head in my hands
I’ve got the dime if you’ve got the time
Me and Ma Bell will be perfectly clear
I hear what you say but you’re too far away
My arms aren’t so long I can touch you from here
The touch of your lips and the world starts to slip
But kisses don’t travel through telephone lines
I try to get through with a picture of you
But I can’t use a picture to look in our eyes
I’ve got the dime if you’ve got the time
Me and Ma Bell will be perfectly clear
I hear what you say but you’re too far away
My arms aren’t so long I can touch you from here
The things that you say send me away
Your touch is enough I forget who I am
I don’t mind at all just to wait for your call
With my heart on my sleeve and my head in my hands
I’ve got the dime if you’ve got the time
Me and Ma Bell will be perfectly clear
I’m all alone with you on the phone
But I’d still prefer to be holding you near
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9. |
Independence Day
03:03
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It was an Oklahoma sky on the fourth of July
And everyone was at the parade
‘Cept for Pretty Boy Floyd and his boy Roy
Who were trying to earn an honest day’s pay
See Floyd me this feller in a Tulsa gin cellar
Was a teller at the merchant’s bank
Was a real nice guy, look you straight in the eye
He just got loose lips when he drank
So it wasn’t Floyd’s fault that he knew that the vault
Would be full for the very next day
When all of the jerks from the government works
Would be in to get their government pay
Well Roy was an ace at blowing a safe
And the broke in the bank through the back
It opened all right with a stick of dynamite
And they loaded up their gunny sacks
It was the type of situation you don’t find every day
Floyd and Roy like a couple little boys
Out the back door to make a getaway
Well, Floyd had a girl who was the queen of his world
With a smile from her crooked little mouth
She was a hell of a lover, but she worked undercover
For the Pinkerton boys down south
When they got out the door there must have been more
Than a dozen guns staring them down
And they beat a retreat as fast as their feet
Would let them turn themselves around
Back out the front door to the corner of Fourth
With the Pinkertons hot on their trail
And they sped like a train to the corner of Main
Where the parade had just set sail
It was the kind of celebration you don’t see everyday
Horses and cars and all the local stars,
The Civil War vets and the fire brigade
People standing on the street just a-tapping their feet
And a-clapping and a-waiving their wands
And the firecracker boys were making more noise
Than the drummers in the high school marching band
Floyd looked at Roy, then the Pinkerton boys
Who were just about a half a block back
He flashed a big grin and reached his hand in
And pulled a fistful of twenties from the gunny sack
Threw ‘em in the sky as the band marched by
To the great delight of the crowd
And in the melee the boys slipped away
On a freight train headed for another town
It was the type of celebration you don’t see everyday
Floyd and Roy like a couple little boys
Hopping a train to make a getaway
Get away
Get away
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Engine Engine #9
03:17
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Engine, engine number nine,
Comin' down the railroad line,
How much farther back did she get off?
Old brown suitcase that she carried,
I've looked for it everywhere, it
Just ain't here among the rest, and
I'm a little upset, yes, tell me...
Engine, engine number nine,
Comin' down the railroad line,
I know she got on in Baltimore.
A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance,
But it sure do make a difference,
I don't think she loves me anymore.
I warned her of the dangers,
Don't speak to strangers.
If by chance she finds new romance,
Warmer lips to kiss her,
Arms to hold her tighter,
Stirring new fires inside her,
How I wish that it was me, instead of he
That stands beside her.
Engine, engine number nine,
Comin' down the railroad line,
I know she got on in Baltimore.
A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance,
But it sure do make a difference,
I don't think she loves me anymore.
No, I don't think she loves me any more
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11. |
Lost Bird
02:55
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Flew so high I got lost in the clouds
Flew so high I never thought I’d ever come down
Never thought I’d ever feel so alone
Now I’m safe in your hand
A lost bird coming home
The day I left I left it all behind
Whoever thought the world could be so unkind
I always thought I’d make it out on my own
Now I’m safely in your hands
A lost bird coming home
Had to fly before they clipped my wings
Had to fly so I could sing
Back when I knew everything
Now I’m a lost bird coming home
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You’ve got a warrant out on my affection
Got me all tied up inside
But I might just run forever
Cause I’m just starting to catch my stride
I only feel the heat on the pavement
When I’m barefoot on the street
And sometimes when we’re together
I get blisters on my feet
Though there’s not a fight in sight
I still keep my powder dry
‘Cause love can only keep me on the run
I promise that I’ll hold you tight
But promise me you’ll dry your eyes
‘Cause I’ll be gone before the morning comes
And the times when you flew solo
Through the canyons of my mind
Are the times I best remember
When I’m out there flying blind
Though there’s not a fight in sight
I still keep my powder dry
‘Cause love can only keep me on the run
I promise that I’ll hold you tight
But promise me you’ll dry your eyes
‘Cause I’ll be gone before the morning comes
And when the windshield wipers
And the radio keep time
To and AM station’s waltzes
Could anything be more sublime
I may never get it right
I don’t care how yard I try
So someone tell me when we’re having fun
I promise that I’ll hold you tight
But promise me you’ll dry your eyes
‘Cause I’ll be gone before the morning comes
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13. |
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It was an Oklahoma sky on the fourth of July
And everyone was at the parade
‘Cept for Pretty Boy Floyd and his boy Roy
Who were trying to earn an honest day’s pay
See Floyd met this feller in a Tulsa gin cellar
Was a teller at the merchant’s bank
Was a real nice guy, look you straight in the eye
He just got loose lips when he drank
So it wasn’t Floyd’s fault that he knew that the vault
Would be full for the very next day
When all of the jerks from the government works
Would be in to get their government pay
Well Roy was an ace at blowing a safe
And they broke in the bank through the back
It opened all right with a stick of dynamite
And they loaded up their gunny sacks
It was the type of situation you don’t find every day
Floyd and Roy like a couple little boys
Out the back door to make a getaway
Well, Floyd had a girl who was the queen of his world
With a smile from her crooked little mouth
She was a hell of a lover, but she worked undercover
For the Pinkerton boys down south
When they got out the door there must have been more
Than a dozen guns staring them down
And they beat a retreat as fast as their feet
Would let them turn themselves around
Back out the front door to the corner of Fourth
With the Pinkertons hot on their trail
Then they sped like a train to the corner of Main
Where the parade had just set sail
It was the kind of celebration you don’t see everyday
Horses and cars and all the local stars,
The Civil War vets and the fire brigade
People standing on the street just a-tapping their feet
And a-clapping and a-waiving their wands
And the firecracker boys were making more noise
Than the drummers in the high school marching band
Floyd looked at Roy, then the Pinkerton boys
Who were just about a half a block back
He flashed a big grin and reached his hand in
And pulled a fistful of twenties from the gunny sack
Threw ‘em in the sky as the band marched by
To the great delight of the crowd
And in the melee the boys slipped away
On a freight train headed for another town
It was the type of celebration you don’t see everyday
Floyd and Roy like a couple little boys
Hopping a train to make a getaway
Get away
Get away
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14. |
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The subjects arrive at the castle
Most every night of the week
Looking for love and advice,
And a drink would be nice,
But they don’t know what it is that they seek.
She’s the Queen of Labrador City,
Wabush and all of the rest.
She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear.
She rules all of Labrador West.
We used to wake to the sound of the shovel
Scraping the ore at first light.
Now the mine is shut down, but we’re still in this town
And the queen helps us get through the night.
She had a Montreal prince in her younger days.
Said he’d be coming back June.
But he never returned, and her lesson was learned.
Now the queen rules alone in this room.
She’s the Queen of Labrador City,
Wabush and all of the rest.
She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear
She rules all of Labrador West.
The slot machines sit in the corner.
The jesters all sit at the bar.
There’s a game on tonight, and the Molson tastes right,
So I don’t think we need to go far.
I hear the loons calling out the last call,
And Gord’s singing his last song on TV.
So raise a glass to the man, and one more for the band,
And don’t forget a toast for the queen.
She’s the Queen of Labrador City,
Wabush and all of the rest.
She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear.
She rules all of Labrador West.
She’s the Queen of Labrador City,
Wabush and all of the rest.
She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear.
She rules all of Labrador West.
And we’re still here in Labrador West.
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