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7 Come 11
04:00
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7 Come 11, and we cashed in
all we'd won, blown to the wind
I remember those days long ago
I remember those nights we laid low
Sneaking in the back door late at night
we never got caught we played it right
against the walls of St. Stephens we rolled the dice
praying them old bones would come up right
Now every single night you haunt my dreams
till nothing in life is like it seems
wonder now if you remember me
I miss you like salt would miss the sea
and like the drunkards curse is that old whiskey still
nothing in life gives me my fill
like a sweet pair, two of a kind
a king and queen, aces high
I wanna go back to the good ol days
roll my way into a brand new game
dealer deal me in another hand
bring back them good times once again
Cuz life is a gamble
you take your chance
lay your money down and place your bets
win some and baby lose some they say
but you lay it
on the line
see if it pays
and like the drunkards curse is that old whiskey still
nothing in this life gives me my thrill
like a sweet pair
two of a kind
king and queen
aces high
7 come 11 and we cashed in
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I've got a little story to tell
about my tennessee gal
she tends my still house like a dream
lord her bodies young and her engines clean
now boys i can surely say, there's just one reason why
i signed up for her ball and chain
cuz she fills me up and she drinks me dry
so if you want your cups topped off
if you want to get your fill
if you want your heads knocked off
climb up on 'ol sugar hill
I got me a dram glass lord she keeps it filled to the rim
Once i've drunk her liquor down, she fills it up again
so grab your fiddles boys, rosin them bows
look out now this joints gonna blow,
play that music sweet and fine
like that tennessee gal of mine
and if you want your cups topped off
if you want to get your fill
if you want your heads knocked off
climb up on 'ol sugar hill
She tends my still house and keeps me loose
she poors me a triple shot of that juice
there's only one thing a man can think
time for us to go get a drink
and if you want your cups topped off
if you want to get your fill
if you want your heads knocked off
climb up on 'ol sugar hill
Sugar Hill
Sugar Hill
Climb up on Sugar Hill
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Where are you Woody when we need you now
to sing a song at this union pow wow
lift up the poor and the working man
fight for what's right guitar in your hand
Oklahoma are you missing your native son
who fired his guitar like a gun
The songs he was singing still need sung
and the fight that he fought goes on
Where are you Woody when we need you most
jumping on them freights from coast to coast
singing for the poor and the working man
singing your songs all across this land
California are you missing your rebel son
who fired his guitar like a gun
The songs he was singing still need sung
and the fight that he fought goes on
this land is your land
this land is my land
this land is our land
this machine kills fascists
you showed us how
six strings ringing and you took your bow
Woody Guthrie where have you gone
on that west bound train rolling on and on
angels harping as you pass on by
on a silver bullet in the golden sky
New York City are you missing your favorite son
who fired his guitar like a gun
The songs he was singing still need sung
and the fight that he fought goes on
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4. |
The Time You Steal
03:30
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We saw scattered sun coming down like a waterfall
we saw lonely clouds wandering across the mountain top
i remember sunshine and I remember rain
I was raised right
honest and true
born a miracle for my mommas blues
took a rode less travelled to find my way
I'll be walking till my dying day
and I remember white lines
and I remember the haze
If you've one time round the wheel
ya better hold fast to the time you steal my friend
Well Momma tried to do her best
gave us kids everything we'd need
when she was laid to rest
her burdens fell and she was free
I remember singing
and I remember the pain
If there's one time round the wheel
you better hold fast to the time you steal my friend
Nothing lasts
it comes and goes
sometimes fast and sometimes slow
born crying
no one knows your name
and when you die
it'll all be the same
but i know your face
and i know your name
If you've one time round the wheel
you better hold fast to the time you steal my friend
If you've one time round the wheel
you better hold fast to the time you steal my friend
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In The Drivers Seat
02:59
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I gave you
a glass of wine
you asked for, a whiskey too
and then you, start to swing
just like a monkey do
I know that your sugars sweet
baby you knock me right off my feet
I want those
sweet fine hands
wrapped round your lover man
Well I know what you like
and I won't fuss and fight
baby ain't i big and bad
ain't i the best you ever had
I ain't gonna tell you no lie
i like what you do when we get high
come on baby have another drink
sit right down in the drivers seat
Hey boss
give me a chance
to make some more romance
I'll be your lover man
I'll be your best friend
I'll tell you baby that you're so fine
if you do it with me one more time
I ain't gonna tell you no lie
i like what you do when we get high
come on baby have another drink
sit right down in the drivers seat
Whiskey
by the glass
slow down
don't drink so fast
i know what you think
I want up in that thing
Baby now tell me what's on your mind
you know you want me deep inside
I ain't gonna tell you no lie
i like what you do when we get high
come on baby have another drink
sit right down in the drivers seat
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6. |
A Whiskey Rebellion
04:06
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There's a whiskey rebellion
coming to this town
all our chains be falling
no more will we be bound
daylight will be breaking
like the heart of this town
and the tax man he'll be swinging
with his head hung down
swinging with his head hung down
Justice comes swift
hanging from a tree
and it will surely come
if you tax our liberty
a shameful pall will fill the air
and it can only be
lifted when they've hanged
and we've been set free
Ah when we've been set free
open up them cases
pass them bottles round
tomorrow we won't care if that liquor is gone
this old towns been dry
for so long now
tonite we'll drink with the devil boys
and tomorrow...
Look over yonder
see an angel on the hill
smiling down on us
as we drink our fill
maybe it's a devil and he's in disguise
but I believe in whiskey cuz the whiskey tells no lies
yeah the whiskey tells no lies
open up them cases
pass them bottles round
tomorrow we won't care if that liquor is gone
this old towns been dry
for so long now
tonite we'll drink with the devil boys
and tomorrow
we'll be damned
There's a whiskey rebellion
coming to this town
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7. |
Runaway Train
03:54
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I've been waving my lantern at
that runaway train
Can't stop her leaving, I can't stop believing
nothing will kill the pain
There ain't no stop loss end in sight
no holding you till the morning light
kick and scream all through the night without you
Cuz I miss you damn near every day seems I try something new
I yell at the sun
I cry to the moon
it's the same whatever I do
Lord I just want you here with me
that ain't no lie at all
nothing will bring you back to me
since the trains rolled on
Still I hold on to the runaway train
Lord I'm trying to keep my grip
she rolls on
down the line
Lord the memories of you they slip
so far and fast into the night
deep and wide and out of sight
the dream is gone
still I hold on to you
It's all I can do
I've been waving my lantern at
that runaway train
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8. |
A Leap of Faith
03:39
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She was a muse
a dying day
a flower in the sun
can't get away
shining like
she'd never fade away
He was no more a boy than a man
and from the first time
he held her hand
knew he would
never be the same
It's a leap of faith
and now they're on their way
They married in the summer
honeymoon along the Seine
and they were feeling like a good spring rain
knowing things
would never change
It's a leap of faith
and now they're on their way
There's no reason and there's no rhyme
Love is one thing can't be defined
what comes and what goes
what's gone and what's missed
a thing like love
you can't resist
no reason why
It's funny how time can have a way
of bringing true what you can't explain
some things last
some just slip on away
but for 42 years they wore that ball and chain
and if you ask them both
they'd do it again
would not change
one single day
it's a leap of faith
and now they're on their way
its a leap of faith
and now they're on their way
its a leap of faith
and now they're on their way
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9. |
The House Carpenter
06:49
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God Bless Johnny Cash
03:40
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God Bless Johnny Cash
God save this whole damn world
feel me
in the flesh
before I am dead and gone
before I'm dead and gone
Let's jump
that old greyhound bus
and take it till the wheels fall off
just you and me
and no one else
we are the ones we've been waiting for
not waiting any more
I have only one card I'd play
and I would lay it all on the line
I would help you forgive
all the heartbreak you can find
and I'd do it all better now
I'd be different this time
Cuz I've walked the line my friend
forward and back and round and round
and I know
there's no going back
time is a wheel and it turns without a sound
can you hear me now
You have worn
a long black veil
and I still miss someone
but in my life
and without fail
you're the arrow straight to the heart
fly and set me free
So God Bless Old Johnny Cash
God Save this whole damn world
feel me
in the flesh
before I am dead and gone
before I'm dead and gone
Copyright: Bluesky Firehorse songs
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