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Ten thousand men on a hill, Ten thousand men on a hill, Some of 'm goin' down, some of 'm gonna get killed. Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue,
One by one, they followed the sun, One by one, until there were none. Two by two, to their lovers they flew, Two by two, into the foggy dew. Three by
(Robert Johnson) If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come, Send for my baby, man, and she don't come, All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can'
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've walked
When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies," I cried she was deaf. And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, Then said, "What
I can hear the turning of the key I've been deceived by the clown inside of me. I thought that he was righteous but he's vain Oh, something's a-telling
Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it Sometimes it gets so hard, you see I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet With all these
Ain't no more cane on the Brazos Oh, oh, oh, oh... Its all been ground down to molasses Oh, oh- oh, oh- oh... You shoulda been on the river in 1910
(Bob Dylan) As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden The wounded flowers were dangling from the vine I was passing by yon cool crystal fountain
How many times have you heard someone say If I had his money I'd do things my way Hmm, but little they know Hmm, it's so hard to find One rich man in
Alberta let your hair hang low Alberta let your hair hang low I'll give you more gold Than your apron can hold If you'd only let your hair hang low
All the tired horses in the sun How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances Where the current is strong and the monkey dances
Old man sailin' in a dinghy boat Down there Old man down is baitin' a hook On there Gonna pull man down on a suckling hook Gonna pull man into the suckling
I ain't lookin' to compete with you, Beat or cheat or mistreat you, Simplify you, classify you, Deny, defy or crucify you. All I really want to do Is
1. Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride, As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside, Mark now what followed and what did betide, For it bein' on Christmas
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine
