{"id":97,"date":"2017-11-21T15:40:16","date_gmt":"2017-11-21T14:40:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stoll-kusterdingen.de\/HM_WP\/wordpress\/?page_id=97"},"modified":"2017-11-22T16:48:04","modified_gmt":"2017-11-22T15:48:04","slug":"songtexte-lyrics-three-chords-the-truth","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/stoll-kusterdingen.de\/HM_WP\/wordpress\/songtexte-lyrics-three-chords-the-truth\/","title":{"rendered":"Songtexte \/ Lyrics „Three Chords & The Truth“"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Bury Me Beneath The Willow<\/div>\n
Gold Watch And Chain<\/div>\n
Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain<\/div>\n
Eight More Miles To Louisville<\/div>\n
Your Cheatin‘ Heart<\/div>\n
Jambalaya<\/div>\n
Time’s A Wastin‘<\/div>\n
This Ole House<\/div>\n
Memories Are Made Of This<\/div>\n
Whose Shoulder Will You Cry On<\/div>\n
Silver Threads And Golden Needles<\/div>\n
Singing The Blues<\/div>\n
Train Of Love<\/div>\n
Give My Love To Rose<\/div>\n
Are You Wastin‘ My Time<\/div>\n
Pick Me Up On Your Way Down<\/div>\n
Long Black Veil<\/div>\n
Jackson<\/div>\n
My Walkin‘ Shoes Don’t Fit Me Any More<\/div>\n
Gone Gone Gone<\/div>\n
Somethin‘ Stupid<\/div>\n
(Playin‘ With The) Queen Of Hearts<\/div>\n
When You Say Nothing At All<\/div>\n
Colleen Malone<\/div>\n
Wagon Wheel<\/div>\n
Will The Circle Be Unbroken<\/div>\n
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Bury Me Beneath The Willow<\/strong><\/p>\n

My heart is sad and I am weary for the only one I love
\nWhen shall I see her, oh no, never, till we meet in Heaven above<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nSo bury me beneath the willow \/ under the weeping willow tree
\nSo she will know where I am sleeping \/ and perhaps she’ll weep for me<\/p>\n

She told me that she dearly loved me, how could I believe it untrue
\nUntil an angel softly whispered „She no longer cares for\u00a0you“<\/p>\n

Tomorrow was to be our wedding, oh God, oh my God where can she be
\nShe’s out a-courtin‘ with another, and she no longer thinks me<\/p>\n

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Gold Watch And Chain<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nOh I’ll pawn you my gold watch and chain \/ And I’ll pawn you my gold wedding ring
\nI’ll pawn you this heart in my bosom \/ if you say that you’ll love me again<\/p>\n

Darling how can I stay here without you \/ I have nothing to ease my poor heart
\nThis old world would seem sad, love, without you \/ tell me now that we never will part<\/p>\n

Take back all the gifts you have given \/ the diamond ring and a lock of your hair
\nThat old frame with your picture inside it \/ it’s a face that is false but is fair<\/p>\n

Oh, the white rose that blooms in the garden \/ it grows with each beat of our hearts
\nIt broke through on the day that I met you \/ and it will die on the day we must part<\/p>\n

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Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain<\/strong><\/p>\n

In the twilight glow I see her \/ Blue eyes crying in the rain
\nWhen we kissed good-bye and parted \/ I knew we’d never meet again<\/p>\n

Love is like a dying ember \/ only memories remain
\nThrough the ages I’ll remember \/ Blue eyes crying in the rain<\/p>\n

Now my hair has turned to silver \/ All my life I’ve loved in vain
\nI can see her star up in Heaven \/\u00a0Blue eyes crying in the rain<\/p>\n

Some day when we’ll meet up yonder \/ We’ll stroll hand in hand again
\nIn a land that knows no parting \/\u00a0Blue eyes crying in the rain<\/p>\n

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Eight More Miles To Louisville<\/strong><\/p>\n

I’ve traveled o’er this country wide, seeking fortune fair
\nUp and down the two coastlines I’ve traveled everywhere
\nFrom Portland east to Portland west, and back along the line
\nI’m going to the place that’s best, the old hometown of mine<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nEight more miles till Louisville will come into my view
\nEight more miles on this old road, I’ll never more be blue
\nI knew someday that I’d be back, I knew it from the start
\nEight more miles to Louisville, the hometown of my heart<\/p>\n

There has to be a gal somewhere that you like best of all
\nMine lives down in Louisville, she’s long and she’s tall
\nShe’s the kind that you can’t find a-trav’ling through the land
\nI’m going back this very day to win her heart and hand<\/p>\n

Now I can picture in my mind a place I call my own
\nA humble little hut for two, we never more will roam
\nThe place that’s right for that love site is in those bluegrass hills
\nWhere gently flows the Ohio by a place called Louisville<\/p>\n

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Your Cheatin‘ Heart<\/strong><\/p>\n

Your cheatin‘ heart will make you weep \/ You’ll cry and cry, and you’ll try to sleep
\nBut sleep won’t come \/ the whole night through \/\u00a0Your cheatin‘ heart will tell on you<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nWhen tears come down like falling rain \/ You’ll toss around, and you’ll call my name<\/p>\n

You’ll walk the floor \/ the way I do \/ \u00a0Your cheatin‘ heart will tell on you<\/p>\n

Your cheatin‘ heart will pine some day \/ and crave the love that you threw away
\nThe time will come \/ when you’ll be blue \/\u00a0Your cheatin‘ heart will tell on you<\/p>\n

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\u00a0Jambalaya<\/strong><\/p>\n

Good-bye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my-oh \/ Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou
\nMy Yvonne, sweetest one, me oh my-oh \/ Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nJambalaya, crawfish pie and-a fill\u00e9 gumbo \/ cause tonight I’m a-gonna see my ma ch\u00e8re amie-o
\nPick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o \/\u00a0Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou<\/p>\n

Thibodeaux, Fountaineau, the place is buzzin‘ \/ kinfolks come to see Yvonne by the dozens
\nDressed in style, go hog wild, me oh my-oh \/\u00a0Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou<\/p>\n

Settle down, far from town to get me a pirogue \/ And I’ll catch all the fish in the bayou
\nSwap my mon‘ to buy Yvonne what she need-o \/\u00a0Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou<\/p>\n

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Time’s A Wastin‘<\/strong><\/p>\n

Well I’ve got arms \/ and I’ve got arms \/ let’s get together and use those arms
\nLet’s go, time’s a wastin‘
\nI’ve got lips \/ and I’ve got lips \/ let’s get together and use those lips
\nLet’s go, time’s a wastin‘
\nA cake’s no good if you don’t mix the batter and bake it
\nAnd love’s just a bubble if you don’t take the trouble to make it
\nSo if you’re free to go with me \/ I’ll take you quicker than 1, 2, 3
\nLet’s go, time’s a wastin‘<\/p>\n

Well I’ve got blues \/ and I’ve got blues \/ let’s get acquainted and lose those blues
\nLet’s go, time’s a wastin‘
\nI’ve got feet \/ and I’ve got feet \/ let’s start to walk with a lovers‘ beat
\nLet’s go, time’s a wastin‘
\nYou got me feeling love like I never have felt it
\nYou’re full of sugar and I think I’m the cooker to melt it
\nNow I’ve got schemes, and you’ve got schemes \/ Let’s get together and dream some dreams
\nLet’s go, time’s a wastin‘<\/p>\n

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This Ole House<\/strong><\/p>\n

This ole house once knew my children, this ole house once knew my wife
\nThis ole house was home and comfort when we fought the storms of life
\nThis ole house once rang with laughter, this ole house heard many shouts
\nNow she trembles in the darkness when the lightning walks about<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nAin’t gonna need this house no longer, ain’t gonna need this house no more
\nAin’t got time to fix the shingles, aint‘ got time to fix the floor
\nAin’t got time to oil the hinges nor to mend no window pane
\nAin’t gonna need this house no longer, I’m a-getting ready to meet the Saints<\/p>\n

This ole house is getting shaky, this ole house is getting old
\nThis ole house lets in the rain and this ole house lets in the cold
\nOn my knees I’m getting chilly but I feel no fear nor pain
\nCause I saw an angel peeking through a broken window pane<\/p>\n

This ole house is afraid of thunder, this ole house is afraid of storm
\nThis ole house just groans and trembles when the night wind flings its arms
\nThis ole house is a-getting feeble, this ole house is in need of paint
\nJust like me it’s tuckered out and a-getting ready to meet the Saints<\/p>\n

Now my old hound dog lies sleeping, he don’t know I’m gonna leave
\nElse he’d wake up by the fireplace, and he’d howl and moan and grieve
\nBut my hunting days are over, ain’t a-gonna hunt that coon no more
\nGabriel done brought in the carriage when the wind blew down the door<\/p>\n

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Memories Are Made Of This<\/strong><\/p>\n

Take one fresh and tender kiss \/ Add one stolen night of bliss
\nOne girl, one boy \/ Some grief, some joy
\nMemories are made of this<\/p>\n

Don’t forget a small moonbeam \/ Fold in lightly with a dream
\nYour lips and mine \/ Two sips of wine
\nMemories are made of this<\/p>\n

Then add the wedding bells \/ One house where lovers dwell
\nThree little kids for the flavor
\nStir carefully through the days \/ See how the flavor stays
\nThese are the dreams we will savor<\/p>\n

With His blessing from above \/ Serve it generously with love
\nOne man, one wife \/ One love for life
\nMemories are made of this<\/p>\n

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Whose Shoulder Will You Cry On<\/strong><\/p>\n

Once you were my life and breath \/ Now you rode your free horse to death
\nWell you trifled around too much \u00a0\/ And you’ve lost that loving touch
\nNow whose shoulder will you cry on<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nYou did not love me all along \/ You can’t love and do me wrong
\nI don’t trust you no more, so go knock on another door
\nNow whose shoulder will you cry on<\/p>\n

Just let those hard tears burn your eyes \/ They’re just payment for your lies
\nYou made a wreck out of me \/ From these chains I’ll be set free
\nNow whose shoulder will you cry on<\/p>\n

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Silver Threads And Golden Needles<\/strong><\/p>\n

I don’t want your lonely mansion with a tear in every room
\nAll I want’s the love you promised beneath the haloed moon
\nBut you think I should be happy with your money and your name
\nAnd pretend that I don’t notice while you play your cheatin‘ games<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nSilver threads and golden needles can’t patch up this heart of mine
\nAnd I’ll never drown my sorrows in the warm glow of your wine
\nYou can’t buy my love with money, for I never was that kind
\nSilver threads and golden needles can’t patch up this heart of mine<\/p>\n

I grew up in faded gingham where love is a sacred thing
\nYou grew up in silk and satin where love’s a passing game
\nI know now you never loved me, and I know I was a fool
\nTo think your cry would let you live by the golden rule<\/p>\n

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Singing The Blues<\/strong><\/p>\n

Well I never felt more like singin‘ the blues \/ cause I never thought that I’d ever lose
\nyour love babe \/ why’d you do me this way
\nWell I never felt more like cryin‘ all night \/ cause everything’s wrong, and nothing is right
\nwithout you \/ you’ve got me singing the blues<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nNow the moon and stars no longer shine \/ the dream is gone I thought was mine
\nThere’s nothing left for me to do \/ but cry-y-y over you<\/p>\n

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Train Of Love<\/strong><\/p>\n

Train of love a-coming \/ big black wheels a-humming
\nPeople a-waiting at the station \/ happy hearts a-drumming
\nTrain man tell me maybe \/ ain’t you got my baby<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nEver so often everybody’s baby gets the urge to roam
\nEverybody’s baby but mine’s coming home<\/p>\n

Stop your whistle blowing \/ cause I’ve got ways of knowing
\nYou keep bringing everybody’s loved one \/ while my own keeps going
\nTrain of love deceiving \/ when she’s not gone she’s leaving<\/p>\n

Train of love, now hasten \/ Sweethearts standing waiting
\nHere and there and everywhere \/ there’s gonna be embracing
\nTrain man tell me maybe \/ ain’t you got my baby<\/p>\n

Train of love now leaving \/ leaving my heart grieving
\nBut early or late I’ll sit and wait \/ because I’m still believing
\nWe’ll walk away together \/ though I may wait forever<\/p>\n

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Give My Love To Rose<\/strong><\/p>\n

I found him by the railroad track this morning \/ I could see that he was nearly dead
\nI knelt down beside him and I listened \/ to the last few words the dying fellow said
\nThey let me out of prison down in Frisco \/ for ten long years I paid for what I’ve done
\nI was tryin‘ to get back to Louisiana \/ to see my Rose and get to know my son<\/p>\n

Chorus:
\nGive my love to Rose, please won’t you, mister \/ Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes
\nTell my boy his daddy’s so proud of him \/ and don’t forget to give my love to Rose<\/p>\n

Tell her I said thanks for waiting for me \/ Tell my boy to help his Mom at home
\nTell my Rose to try and find another \/ cause it ain’t right that she should live alone
\nMister, here’s a bag with all my money \/ it won’t last them long the way it goes
\nGod bless you for finding me this morning \/ and don’t forget to give my love to Rose<\/p>\n

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Are You Wastin‘ My Time<\/strong><\/p>\n

Does the moon shine a little brighter when I hold you a little tighter
\nAre you wastin‘ my time
\nDoes your love grow a little stronger when I kiss you a little longer
\nAre you wastin‘ my time<\/p>\n

Can I depend on your love to live on \/ Can I rely on the vows that you made<\/p>\n

Does your heart seem a little colder \u00a0when I cuddle up on your shoulder
\nAre you wastin‘ my time
\nDo you melt away when you kiss me, when I go away do you miss me
\nAre you wastin‘ my time<\/p>\n

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Pick Me Up On Your Way Down<\/strong><\/p>\n

You were mine for just a while \/ now you’re puttin‘ on the style
\nAnd you never once look back \/ to your home across the track
\nYou’re the gossip of the town \/ but my heart can still be found
\nWhere you tossed it on the ground \/ so pick me up on your way down<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nPick me up on your way down \/ when you’re blue and all alone
\nWhen their glamor starts to bore you \/ come on back where you belong
\nYou may be their pride and joy \/ but they’ll find another toy
\nWhen they take away your crown \/ pick me up on your way down<\/p>\n

They have changed your attitude \/ made you haughty and so rude
\nYour new friends can take the blame \/ but underneath you’re just the same
\nWhen you find these things are true \/ I’ll be waiting here for you
\nAs you tumble to the ground \/ pick me up on your way down<\/p>\n

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Long Black Veil<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ten years ago on a cold dark night \/ There was somebody killed ’neath the Town Hall lights
\nThere were few at the scene but they all agreed \/ that the slayer who ran looked a lot like me<\/p>\n

The judge said „son, what’s your alibi \/ if you’ve been somewhere else then you won’t have to die“
\nI spoke not a word though it meant my life \/ for I’d been in the arms of my best friend’s wife<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nShe walks these hills in a long black veil \/ She visits my grave when the night winds wail
\nNobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me<\/p>\n

Now the scaffold is high, and eternity’s near \/ she stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
\nBut sometimes at night when the cold wind moans \/ in a long black veil she cries o’er my bones<\/p>\n

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Jackson<\/strong><\/p>\n

We got married in a fever \/ hotter than a pepper sprout
\nWe’ve been talking ‚bout Jackson \/ ever since the fire went out
\nWell I’m going to Jackson, I’m gonna mess around
\nYeah I’m going to Jackson, look out Jackson town<\/p>\n

Well go on down to Jackson \/ go ahead and wreck your health
\nGo play your hand, you big talking man \/ make a big fool of yourself
\nYeah yeah go to Jackson \/ go comb your hair
\nHoney I’m gonna snowball Jackson \/ go ahead and see if I care<\/p>\n

When I breeze into that city \/ people ‚r gonna stoop and bow
\nAll them women ‚r gonna make me \/ teach’em what they don’t know how
\nI’m going to Jackson \/ you turn a-loose my coat
\nYeah I’m going to Jackson \/ good-bye that’s all she wrote<\/p>\n

But they’ll laugh at you in Jackson \/ and I’ll be dancing on a pony keg
\nThey’ll lead you round town like a scalded hound \/ with your tail tucked between your legs
\nYeah yeah go to Jackson \/ you big talking man
\nAnd I’ll be waiting in Jackson \/ behind my Jay-pan fan<\/p>\n

We got married in a fever \/ hotter than a pepper sprout
\nWe’ve been talking ‚bout Jackson \/ ever since the fire went out
\nWell I’m going to Jackson, and honey that’s a fact
\nYeah we’re going to Jackson, ain’t never coming back<\/p>\n

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My Walking Shoes<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nMy walking shoes don’t fit me any more \/ my walking shoes don’t fit me any more
\nStay on your side of town, honey I won’t be around \/ my walking shoes don’t fit me any more<\/p>\n

It’s a long way from here to over yonder \/ my feet they’re getting mighty sore
\nI ain’t coming back, you’ve made your mind to wander \/ but my walking shoes don’t fit me any more<\/p>\n

I’ll be a long time gone from you honey \/ you won’t never hear me knock upon your door
\nI thought you was worth it once with all your money \/ now my walking shoes don’t fit me any more<\/p>\n

Alternate verse:<\/em>
\nI’ll be a long time gone from you baby \/ you won’t never hear me knock upon your door
\nI thought you was worth it once but I was crazy \/ now my walking shoes don’t fit me any more<\/p>\n

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Gone Gone Gone<\/strong><\/p>\n

Some sunny day baby \/ when everything seems OK baby \/ you’ll wake up and find out you’re alone
\nCause I’ll be gone \/ gone gone gone \/ really \u00a0gone \/ gone gone gone \/ cause you’ve done me wrong<\/p>\n

Everyone that you meet baby \/ as you walk down the street baby \/ will ask you why you’re walking all alone
\nWhy you’re on your own \/ Just say I’m gone \/\u00a0really \u00a0gone \/ gone gone gone \/ cause you’ve done me wrong<\/p>\n

If you change your ways baby \/ you might get me back to stay baby \/ you better hurry up if you don’t want to be alone
\nOr I’ll be gone \/ gone gone gone \/\u00a0really \u00a0gone \/ gone gone gone \/ cause you’ve done me wrong<\/p>\n

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Somethin‘ Stupid<\/strong><\/p>\n

I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me
\nAnd if we go someplace to dance I know that there’s a chance you won’t be leaving with me
\nThen afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two
\nAnd then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like „I love you“<\/p>\n

I can see it in your eyes you still despise the same old lies you heard the night before
\nAnd though it’s just a line to you, for me it’s true and never seemed so right before<\/p>\n

I practice every day to find some clever lines to say to make the meaning come true
\nBut then I think I’ll wait until the evening gets late and I’m alone with you
\nThe time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get read and oh the night’s so blue
\nAnd then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like „I love you“<\/p>\n

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Queen Of Hearts<\/strong><\/p>\n

Midnight, I’m waiting on the 12:05 \/ hoping it will take me just a little further down the line
\nMoonlight, you’re just a heartache in disguise \/ won’t you keep my heart from breaking if it’s only for a very short time<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nPlaying with the queen of hearts \/ knowing it ain’t really smart
\nA joker ain’t the only fool \/ who’ll do anything for you
\nLaying out another line \/ thinking ‚bout a life of crime
\nThat’s what I’ll have to do \/ to keep me away from you<\/p>\n

Baby, it makes me feel so sad \/ why is everybody telling everybody what you have done
\nAnd baby, I know it makes you mad \/ but when they’re hanging up their heartaches don’t you know you’ve got to grab you some<\/p>\n

Lovers, I know you’ve had a few \/ hide your heart beneath the covers when you tell’em they’re the only ones
\nAnd others know what I’m going through \/ it’s so hard to be a lover when you say you only do it for fun<\/p>\n

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When You Say Nothing At All<\/strong><\/p>\n

It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart \/ Without saying a word you can light up the dark
\nTry as a may, I can never explain \/ what I hear when you don’t say a thing<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nThe smile on your face lets me know that you need me
\nThere’s a truth in your eyes saying you’ll never leave me
\nA touch of your hand says you’ll catch me wherever I fall
\nYou say it best when you say nothing at all<\/p>\n

All day long I can hear people talking out loud \/ but when you hold me near you drown out the crowd
\nOld Mr. Webster could never define \/ what’s being said between your heart and mine<\/p>\n

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Colleen Malone<\/strong><\/p>\n

It’s been ten years and three since I first went to sea
\nSince I sailed from old Ireland and home
\nBut those hills lush and green were a part of my dreams
\nWhen I dreamed of my Colleen Malone<\/p>\n

On the day I returned to my sorrow I learned
\nThat the angels had called her away
\nTo a grave on a hill overlooking the mill
\nThat’s the place where she’s sleeping today<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nAs the soft breezes blow through the meadow I go
\nPast the mill with the moss covered stone
\nUp the pathway I climb through the woods and the vine
\nTo be with my Colleen Malone<\/p>\n

She was faithful each day as I sailed far away
\nThere was no one but me that she loved
\nI remember those eyes soft and blue as the skies
\nAnd her heart was as pure as a dove<\/p>\n

All those years of my life I will not take a wife
\nI will live in this valley alone
\nPlanting flowers around in the soft gentle ground
\nThat’s holding my Colleen Malone<\/p>\n

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Wagon Wheel<\/strong><\/p>\n

Headed down south to the land of the pine \/ thumbing my way into North Caroline
\nStaring up the road, pray to God I see headlights
\nMade it down the coast in 17 hours \/ picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
\nI’m hoping for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nRock me Mama like a wagon wheel \/ rock me Mama any way you feel, hey Mama rock me
\nRock me Mama like the wind and the rain \/ rock me Mama like a southbound train, hey Mama rock me<\/p>\n

I’m running from the cold up in New England \/ I was born to be a picker in an old-time string band
\nMy baby plays the guitar, I pick a banjo now
\nThem north country winters are getting to me now \/ lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave
\nBut I ain’t turning back to living that old life no more<\/p>\n

Walking due south out of Roanoke \/ caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke
\nBut he’s a heading west to the Cumberland Gap \/ \u00a0from Johnson City TN
\nI gotta get a move on before the sun \/ I hear my baby calling my name, I know that she’s the only one
\nAnd if I die in Raleigh at least I will die free<\/p>\n

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Will The Circle Be Unbroken<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was standing by my window on a cold and cloudy day
\nWhen I saw that hearse come rolling, come to carry my mother away<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/em>
\nWill the circle be unbroken, by and by Lord, by and by
\nThere’s a better home awaiting, in the sky Lord, in the sky<\/p>\n

Well I told the undertaker: undertaker, please drive slow
\nFor that body you’re a-hauling, Lord I hate to see her go<\/p>\n

Well I followed close behind her, tried to hold up and be brave
\nBut I could not hide my sorrow when they laid her in that grave<\/p>\n

I went back home Lord, my home was lonesome, miss my mother, she is gone
\nAll my brothers, sisters crying, what a home so sad and lone<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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