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Dry Wind
03:15
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DRY WIND
I got wounds that still bleed
when we were on the hill
the day dry wind began to blow hard
It’s a cold and dry wind
that cleans all your steps
hiding all the way you leave behind
Then we climb that hill
feelin’ in the bones
the cold and dry wind
howlin’ away from home
Now it brings me dead letters,
this cold, dry wind.
Think it’s much better to go home
Now it brings me dead letters,
this cold, dry wind.
I wish to carry me home
This dry and evil wind
is hitting all the time,
and there's no more tears to run dry.
When I must leaving home
and everything becomes a past,
this dry wind will blow by the last time
Then we climb that hill
feelin’ in the bones
the cold and dry wind
howlin’ away from home
Now it brings me dead letters,
this cold, dry wind.
Think it’s much better to go home
Now it brings me dead letters,
this cold, dry wind.
I wish to carry me home
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2. |
Laurie, Tom & Annie
04:25
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LAURIE, TOM & ANNIE
HE TOOK HER TO THE MOUNTAIN
STABBED HER IN THE RIGHT SIDE
LAURIE FOSTER AS A BLOOD FOUNTAIN
WAS HIS LOVELY WIFE
HE DRAG HER BODY OUT OF TRAIL
AND CARRIED TO DEEP SCRUBS
TO HIDE THE KNIFE AND HIDE THE WIFE
SIX FEET UNDERGROUND
ABOUT THIS TIME TOMORROW
BEGAN TO SWAY YOUR FEET
YOUR SHADOW WILL GET LONGER
HANGIN’ FROM A TREE
ON NEXT DAY TOM WENT TO STATESVILLE
AND TO MARSHALL GRAYSON SAID:
“LAST NIGHT I STABBED LAURIE FOSTER
SHE WAS MY LOVELY GIRL”
THEY TOOK TOM DOOLEY TO THE JAIL
BY ORDER OF JUDGE WELLS
‘CAUSE, WHO COULD KILL A LOVELY GIRL
BUT A BLOODTHIRSTY MAN
ABOUT THIS TIME TOMORROW
BEGAN TO SWAY YOUR FEET
YOUR SHADOW WILL GET LONGER
HANGIN’ FROM A TREE
HANG DOWN YOUR HEAD, TOM DOOLEY
POOR BOY, YOU’RE BOUND TO DIE
ANNIE MELTON KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED
ABOUT THIS AWFUL DEATH
PEOPLE SAID: ” THE BLOOD STAINS LINGER
BETWEEN ANNIE’S FINGERS”
BUT DOOLEY WAS SILENT ‘TIL THIS DAY
POOR TOM, NOTHING SAID
WHAT A KILLER LOVE, SO STRONG
THAT ALSO KILLED TOM
AND TOM SAID IN THE GALLOWS
“PEOPLE, DO YOU SEE THESE HANDS?
I DIDN’T HARM ANY HAIR
OF MY LOVELY LAURIE’S HEAD”
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Shocks
02:32
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SHOCKS
Everything’s goin’ in the wrong direction
since they caught me and give me medication
They give me shocks
They give me shocks
They give me shocks
Doc says: “There will no complications
if you take your medication.
Hey, give him a little more sedation!”
Then I knew they would not let me go
They wanna stop these hallucinations
Oh, they say there’s not a good inspiration
They give me shocks
They give me shocks
They give me shocks
Everything is goin’ in the wrong direction.
Well, there’s nothin’ to do in this situation.
Hey, doc! Can you give me more sedation?
But please, give me no more shocks
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4. |
Dead Man's Hand
04:10
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DEAD MAN’S HAND
I PACKED AND WENT AGAIN LAST NIGHT
RUNNIN' LIKE A DEVIL THROUGH THE SMOKE
I'VE BEEN RUN AWAY FOR YEARS
AND STILL I DON'T KNOW WHY
FEAR IS A CONSTANT FEELIN’
AND FEAR IS WHAT KEEPS ME ALIVE
IF I NEVER TOUCH THAT FIRE
I'M SURE I’LL NEVER BURN
YES, I'M A WRETCHED MAN
FLEEING IN FRIGHT
HIDING ALL THE TIME
AND SO SPEND MY HOURS AND DAYS
GOIN’ OUT THERE WITH MY FEAR
RUNNIN' AS FAST AS I CAN
I MUST RUN... AND PRAY
I'VE NEVER LEFT ANYONE BEHIND
'CAUSE I'VE NEVER LOVED ANYONE
JUST ME AVOIDING ALL THE TIME
DEEP RIVERS WHERE I CAN DROWN
I CAN'T SEE MY HUNTERS YET
BUT I KNOW THEY 'RE FOLLOWING MY TRAIL
THOSE HOUNDS, THEY’LL ARREST ME AT LAST
THEN TELL ME WHAT’S MY CRIME
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Cold Grey Tombstone
03:39
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COLD GRAY TOMBSTONE
WELL MY HEAD BEATS STRONGER
STRONGER THAN THE HEART
TODAY I’M SHAVING DRY MY GUTS
WITH THE RAZOR OF A TRAMP
DAYS ARE FALLING DOWN LIKE WASTE
PUSHIN’ ME DOWN TO SOIL
THINK IT’S TIME TO ORDER (NOW) MY COLD
MY COLD GRAY TOMBSTONE
“EVERY WOUND IS A TREASURE”
I HEAR THE PREACHER SAYS
I MUST BE THE RICHEST MAN
IN THE TOWN OF MISERY
BUT IT HURTS WHEN I WAKE UP
AND IT HURTS WHEN I LIE DOWN
AND I HEAR THEY’RE HITTIN’ IN MY COLD
MY COLD GRAY TOMBSTONE
ROLLIN’ DOWN THE GROUND
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GO
DON’T WORRY, I KNOW A SIX-FOOT-HOLE
IS THE END OF THE ROAD
SKY WILL CLOSE AND SUN WILL GOES
AND THE GROUND BENEATH MY FEET
WILL OPEN FOR ANYONE TO PLACE
MY COLD GRAY TOMBSTONE
“ROMANCE IS FOR YOUNG MEN”
I HEAR THE OLDER SAYS
I GUESS YOU CAN’T TAKE CARE
WHEN YOU’RE COUNTING THE DAYS
I HAVE A PACK OF WET SMILES
TIED WITH RIBBONS OF GOLD
THAT WILL ROT AND ROT BELOW MY COLD
MY COLD GRAY TOMBSTONE
OUT OF TOWN, DOWN IN THE MEADOWS
THE SUN IS DRAWING WIDOWS
WASTING TIME BETWEEN THE STONES
AND AMONG THE WEEPING WILLOWS
THERE’S A PLACE FOR EACH OF THEM
AND THERE’S ONE FOR ME TOO
IN THE END EVERYBODY’S GOT
A COLD GREY TOMBSTONE
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6. |
Leeza Dee
04:29
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