"Pastures Of Plenty"

Well, it's always we ramble, this river and I
All along your green valleys, I work till I die
My land I'll defend with my life need it be
'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
Every state in this union us migrants have been
Lord, we come with the dust and we go with the wind

California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
Then it's on up North to Oregon to gather your hogs
Take the beet from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
Just to place on your table your that light, sparkling wine

Sally Goodin'

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Song For life

I don't drink as much as I used to
Lately, it just ain't my style
And hard times don't last like they used to
They pass quicker, like when I was a child.

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Somehow I've learned how to listen
To a sound like the sun going down
And the magic the morning is bringing home
A song for a life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground

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The midsummer days sit so heavy
But don't they blow like a breeze through your mind
When nothing appears in a hurry
To make up for someone's lost time

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Song For Norman

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Stack of barley

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Swamp's Reel

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ALISON KRAUSS lyrics - "This Sad Song"
   
Well, the rain is apourin' down in a fury
And the road is lookin' long
And the only thing that comes to mind
Is the tune of this sad song
Tune of this sad song! Oh Lord!

Well, the wind is acreepin' up my back
Through the door, through the roof, through the window crack
Tossin' and a-turnin' all night long
To the rhythm and the sound of a saddened song
Saddened song! Oh Lord!

In a dream of passion I saw a face
Of a beautiful woman in a terrible place
She looked at me, and she called for you
Then she closed her eyes and she sang this tune
Sang this tune! Oh Lord!

Too late to cry

Sitting all alone with my whisky on ice,
I wonder why he's not with me tonight.
If the rain be on tonight then I won't sleep.
I'm haunted by this loneliness I keep.

And it's too late to cry cause we left it all behind,
Too late to cry cause there's nothing left defied.
You won't get more than you're living for,
And it's too late to cry tonight.

It doesn't seem much point in us carrying on,
We pretend to cry but the feelings are gone.
I hear the death man has lost his mate,
The silence that follows him tells me about our fate.

And it's too late to cry cause we left it all behind,
Too late to cry cause there's nothing left defied.
You won't get more than you're living for,
And it's too late to cry tonight.

Empty glass before me tells the story in my eyes,
The dimness it has giving me won't let me realize.
That love is more or less the state of mind we go through,
with no guarantee to what it holds me or you.

And it's too late to cry cause we left it all behind,
Too late to cry cause there's nothing left defied.
You won't get more than you're living for,
And it's too late to cry tonight.

Two highways

Two highways lay before me, which one will I choose
Down one lane I'd find happiness and down the other I would lose
There is no one that I can trust, I must decide alone
My decision is an awful one, which road will take me home

In the mornin' would I wake to find, down the wrong road I have gone
Will I hear the melodies I've searched for oh so long
Only time will tell if I have made a loser's choice
And though sadness cries my inner soul, goodbye lover moans my voice

Perils, there are many, as I set out on my way
If I lose your love I know that I can call it back someday
Rambler, lonely rambler, just 'cause anyplace is home
Nashville, lights how you have always shined

Wishing now that you had found a word or two to say
But the mornin' came and we both knew my eyes gave it away
As I kissed your cheeks and said goodbye I thought only time will tell
And you can't draw water from an empty well

In the mornin' would I wake to find, down the wrong road I have gone
Will I hear the melodies I've searched for oh so long
Only time will tell if I have made a loser's choice
And though sadness cries my inner soul, goodbye lover moans my voice

Wild Bill Jones

As I went down for to take a little walk
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was a-walkin' and a-talkin' by my true lover's side
And I bid him to leave her alone

He said, "My age is twenty-one,
Too old to be controlled."
I pulled my revolver from my side
And I destroyed that poor boys soul

He reeled and he staggered then he fell to the ground
And then he gave one giant moan
He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck
Saying, "Honey, won't you carry me home."

So put them handcuffs on me boys
And lead me to that freight car gate
I have no friends or relations there
No one for to go my bail

So pass around that ol' longneck bottle
And we'll all go on a spree
Today saw the last of Wild Bill Jones
And tomorrow'll be the last of me