{"id":627,"date":"2019-03-24T09:05:33","date_gmt":"2019-03-24T08:05:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stoll-kusterdingen.de\/HM_WP\/wordpress\/?page_id=627"},"modified":"2019-04-24T18:33:14","modified_gmt":"2019-04-24T17:33:14","slug":"songtexte-lyrics-songs-from-the-attic","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/stoll-kusterdingen.de\/HM_WP\/wordpress\/songtexte-lyrics-songs-from-the-attic\/","title":{"rendered":"Songtexte \/ Lyrics „Songs From The Attic“"},"content":{"rendered":"

SONGS FROM THE ATTIC<\/h><\/p>\n\n\n

01 Jetzt ist die Zeit und Stunde da<\/a>
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02 Sin City<\/a>
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03 Hard Times<\/a>
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04 More And More<\/a>
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05 City Of New Orleans<\/a>
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06 500 Miles<\/a>
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07 Don’t Fence Me In<\/a>
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08 Jealous Heart<\/a>
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09 Always On My Mind<\/a>
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10 Crying Time<\/a>
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11 All I Have To Do Is Dream<\/a>
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12 Fraulein<\/a>
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13 In A Town This Size<\/a>
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14 Me And You And A Dog Named Boo<\/a>
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15 Above And Beyond<\/a>
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16 Crying In The Rain<\/a>
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17 That’ll Be The Day<\/a>
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18 Bye Bye Love<\/a>
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Jetzt ist die Zeit und Stunde da<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Jetzt ist die Zeit und Stunde da, wir ziehen nach Amerika
\nDer Wagen steht schon vor der T\u00fcr, mit Weib und Kindern ziehen wir.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Amerika, du sch\u00f6nes Land, das ist der ganzen Welt bekannt
Da w\u00e4chst der Klee drei Ellen hoch, da gibt es Brot und Fleisch genug.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\nIhr Freunde alle, wohlbekannt: reicht uns zum letzten Mal die Hand.
Wir sehen uns nun nimmermehr; ihr Freunde, weinet nicht so sehr!\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\nDie Pferde stehn schon eingespannt \/ wir ziehen in ein fremdes Land
Und wenn das Schiff auf Segel schwimmt \/ dann wird ein Loblied angestimmt.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\nJetzt kommen wir nach Baltimore und strecken unsre Hand empor
Und rufen aus: „Viktoria, jetzt sind wir auch in Amerika!“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\nWir gehen in die Stadt hinein und kehren in ein Wirtshaus ein
und trinken da ein gut Glas Wein und lassen Deutschland Deutschland sein.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zur\u00fcck zum Anfang \/ Back to the top<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sin City<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

This old town’s filled with sin, it will swallow you in
If you got some money to burn
Take it home right away, you got three years to pay
But Satan is waiting his turn
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CHORUS:
This old earthquake’s gonna leave me in the poor house
It seems like this whole town’s insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won’t keep out the Lord’s burning rain<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The scientists say it will all wash away \/ But we don’t believe any more
Cause we got our recruits and our green mohair suits
So please show your I.D. at the door
CHORUS<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A friend came around, tried to clean up this town \/ His ideas made some people mad
But he trusted his crowd, so he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had
CHORUS<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\ufeffZur\u00fcck zum Anfang \/ Back to the top<\/a>
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Hard Times<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor.
There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears:
Oh hard times, come again no more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHORUS:
It’s a song, a sigh of the weary \/ Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
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While we seek mirth and beauty, and music light and gay
There are frail forms fainting at the door.
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
CHORUS
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(we omit the „pale drooping maiden“ verse)
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It’s a cry that has wafted across the troubled wave.
It’s a wail that is heard along the shore.
It’s a dirge that is whispered beside a lowly grave
When hard times will come again no more.
CHORUS<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zur\u00fcck zum Anfang \/ Back to the top\ufeff<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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More And More<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

More And More I’m forgettin‘ the past
More And More I’m livin‘ at last
Day by day I’m losin‘ my blues
More And More I’m forgetting ‚bout you<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But oh how I tried to keep you by my side
And oh how I cried the day you said goodbye
Day by day I’m losin‘ my blues
More And More I’m forgetting ‚bout you
SOLO
Repeat „But oh how…“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zur\u00fcck zum Anfang \/ Back to the top\ufeff<\/a>
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City Of New Orleans<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Riding on the City of New Orleans,Illinois Central, Monday morning rail,
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors, and twenty five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey \/ the train pulls out of Kankakee,
rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passing trains that have no name \/ and freight yards full of old black men,
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
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CHORUS:
Good morning America, how are you? Say don’t you know me, I’m your native son.
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
and I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
A penny a point, ain’t no one keeping score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle,
feel the wheels rumble ’neath the floor.
And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers‘ magic carpet made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep, rocking to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
CHORUS
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Nighttime on the City of New Orleans, changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Halfway home, and we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea.
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
The old steel rail still ain’t heard the news.
The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain
This train’s got the disappearin‘ railroad blues.
CHORUS: Good night, America…
…and I’ll be gone three million miles when my race is run.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zur\u00fcck zum Anfang \/ Back to the top\ufeff<\/a>
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500 Miles<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

If you miss the train I’m on \/ Then you’ll know that I have gone
You can hear the whistle blow a 100 miles
A 100 miles, a 100 miles \/ A 100 miles, a 100 miles
You can hear the whistle blow a 100 miles
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Teardrops fell on mama’s note \/ When I read the things she wrote
She said, „We miss you, hon, we love you, come on home“
Well, I didn’t have to pack \/ I had it all right on my back
Now I’m 500 miles away from home<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lord, I’m one, Lord, I’m two \/ Lord, I’m three, Lord, I’m four
Lord, I’m 500 miles away from home
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All these years and all these roads \/ never led me back to you
I’m still 500 miles away from home
Away from home, away from home \/ Always out here on my own
I’m still 500 miles away from home
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Zur\u00fcck zum Anfang \/ Back to the top\ufeff<\/a>
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Don’t Fence Me In<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Oh give me land, lots of land under starry skies above
Don’t fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open spaces that I love
Don’t fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin‘ breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please, don’t fence me in
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Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse*, let me wander over yonder till I see the mountains rise
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences, don’t fence me in
<\/p>\n\n\n\n* Cayuse<\/strong> is an archaic term used in the American West, usually referring to a low-quality horse or pony.\n\n\n\n

Zur\u00fcck zum Anfang \/ Back to the top\ufeff<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Jealous Heart<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Jealous heart, oh jealous heart stop beating
Can’t you see the damage you have done
You have driven him away forever
Jealous heart, now I’m the lonely one
I was part of everything he planned for
And I know he loved me from the start
Now he hates the sight of all I stand for
All because of you oh jealous heart
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Jealous heart, why did I let you rule me
When I knew the end would bring me pain
Now he’s gone, he’s gone and found another
Oh I’ll never see my love again
Through the years his memory will haunt me
Even though we’re many miles apart
t’s so hard to know he’ll never want me
Cause he heard your beating, jealous heart
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Zur\u00fcck zum Anfang \/ Back to the top<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Above And Beyond<\/h2>\n

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CHORUS:
I’ll give you love that’s above and beyond the call of love
And I’ll never ever make you cry
Yes I’ll give you love that’s above and beyond the call of love
And love’s something that money can’t buy<\/p>\n

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Well a poor boy’s chances for a pretty girl’s glances are sometimes very few
And though I’ve got no money if you’ll be my honey here’s what I’ll offer you<\/p>\n

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Well now we met by chance and I knew at a glance that I’d found my destiny
Hey I’d like to carry you off and marry you if you will agree<\/p>\n

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