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My baby left me, my mule got lame, lost all my money in a poker game. Wind storm came one summer's day, carried the house and lift it away. Having
I've been about dizzy now, to be sad as a man will be. I've been about dizzy now, to be sad as a man will be. Don't miss my point of view, without
Lover of the black and white it's your first night. The Passion Play, goes all the way, spoils your insight. Tell me how the baby's made, how the lady
Gonna lose my way tomorrow, gonna give away my car. I'd take you along with me, but you would not go so far. Don't see what I do not want to see,
Well the dawn was coming, heard him ringing on my bell. He said, ``My name's the teacher, that is what I call myself. And I have a lesson that I
Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief if he had a rich man in his hand. And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he
When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day, and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say, well, don't you fret
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. He brewed a song
Lend me your ear while I call you a fool. You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood, and later insisted your feelings were true. The witch'
nd ride with us young bonny lass with the angels of the night. Crack wind clatter flesh rein bite on an out-size unicorn. Rough-shod winging sky
The old Rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light. Death's head belt buckle
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust, An October's day, towards evening, Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough, Salt on a deep chest
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me. My Sunday feeling is coming on over me, Now that the night is over. Got to clear my head so I can see. Till
I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black cloud that hides the sun. Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding. Bring me my cross of
Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a Monday with freezing rains melting and no trains running and sad eyes passing in windows flimsy and my