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Reach Your Loving Hand
03:55
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She can see the early sunrise, smiling at the morning glare
Up on top the hazy desert, and over every anxious stare
Some men say its all for nothing, her mama's got a worried mind
But the girl knows far better, how the flowers will feel tonight
I said,
Reach your loving hand out to the sun
Cause this fine worlds gone bad and you ain't got long
He can hear the hounddogs howling, clawing at the evergreens
They'll snuff out his only shelter, cause they can't let a man be free
We can hit the trail in moonlight, we can be the helping hand
All of my sisters and brothers, have a natural right to land
I said,
Reach your loving hand out to the sun
Cause this fine worlds gone bad and you ain't got long
I say pray to the Lord my children, step up for those to come
Singing Magna Mater, let us take back our home
Sing it to your brother, sing it to your friend
Sing it to your neighbor, let us sing it till the end
I said,
Reach your loving hand out to the sun
Cause this fine worlds gone bad and you ain't got long
I said,
Reach your loving hand out to the sun
Cause this fine worlds gone bad and you ain't got long
Oh my children please come home, ya my children won't you come home
Oh my children please come home, hey my children won't you come home
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Can't no man commit my body, I won't lay easy in the grave
Can't no man commit my body, I won't lay easy in the grave
Can't no man commit my body, Throw that ol' preacher in my place
Rise up young boy and get to working, You'll watch that sun set in the field
Rise up young boy and get to working, You'll watch that sun set in the field
Rise up young boy and get to working, Sleep ain't gonna help this winter yield
Can't no man commit my body, I won't lay easy in the grave
Can't no man commit my body, I won't lay easy in the grave
Can't no man commit my body, I got some trouble yet to face
And when the reaper come to find me, I'll lay my shovel at his feet
Ya when the reaper come to find me, I'll lay my shovel at his feet
And I'll tell God and his reaper, we ain't got shit left to eat
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I ain't got the time, for this sentence I face
They'll come in with their forces, and they'll cut down both your legs, baby they won't stop
If you see your brother, cuffed and bleeding out
Well you know what you gotta do son, you gotta shoot them bad men down, lordy don't stop
The Devil, Devil's gonna let you down
No don't you turn your head away
The Fascists dress in red, the yellow-bellies they wear blue
They'll live off all your sweat before they come for me and you, baby they won't stop
And if you see us hanging, far up off that ground
Well you know what you gotta do son, you gotta shoot them bad men down, lordy don't stop
The Devil, Devil's gonna let you down
No, lord no, lord no
The Devil, Devil's gonna let you down
No don't you turn your head away
The Devil, Devil's gonna let you down
No, lord no, lord no
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Blue-Eyed Soul
03:19
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Here I am waiting, a young blue-eyed soul
And my eyes have cried, don't know where to go
So now I'm just rambling, without you by my side
But I dreamed that day, I was looking back in your eyes
I did not deserve you, or your loving hand
You looked passed any limitation, how long can that last
And when it hit me, that I never said good-bye
I took the hurt you had, for so many days and nights
After some thinking, another year passed
Well it's hard to remember, everything that we had
And since you left me, I've found others to hold tight
But I can't forget, the shining in your eyes
You don't miss your water baby, no you don't miss it
You don't miss your water, no you don't miss it baby
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Lakeside Waltz
03:44
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One of these days, I'll ask for forgiveness,
And one of these nights, I'll go away
But the trouble that I bring, to mid-western mothers
Fades their blonde hair back grey
The curtains are drawn, the birds start their singing
Ashamed of my home on the range
But I feel alive, nowhere but outside
The comfort of family and friends
When the sun makes me weary, well I'll go find some shade
Cause I'm in no hurry, I could sit here on the shore all day
Well if I had a son, if I had a daughter
If I had a line to the earth
I'd tell them to run, straight out towards that jungle
And plant their next line in the dirt
Take me away, take me away now
I'll find a girl when I die
Just leave me alone, way up on that mountain
With mean old dog Skip by my side
I want to love, live, accept, even give
I wanna know, ya I wanna know
A little love, ya a little love
In my time, in my time, in my time
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Sober
03:21
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Well I ain't been sober, since I left that border town
Been ten years that I lost, ain't my time for turning 'round
I've been stranded out at sea, ain't my time for turning 'round
When the night gets cold, thunder warms my veins
No I ain't been lonely, since I walked off the earth
Spent ten nights in the frost, whatever that may be worth
I've been stranded out at sea, ain't my time for turning 'round
When my blood gets cold, morphine kills my pain
If I would've had you baby, in another time
If I would've made you girl, to be my bride
But I settled down, with a younger friend
In a cold dark house baby, wondering who I am
But I'm just a man, with a troubled mind
Hell hounds are on my trail, fixing me to die
Hell hounds are on my, Hell hounds are on my
Hell hounds are on my, Hell hounds are on my, on my trail
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Painted Lady
04:15
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Painted Lady, oh you've made me
Grab my phone and lock the door
Cause I don't need you near me to enjoy your lovin'
You're the type of woman I've been falling for
You're the kind of woman make my forearm sore
Four bald tires got me through Salina
Dust storm come to take my sight
But I can't be shaken by the sky nor prairie
Only can a lady keep you warm at night
You done kept me warm since the age of nine
Painted Lady, oh you saved me
From being in need of a woman's touch
And if you want better than your scarlet letter
Girl I tell you that I don't ask for much
Well I know I've never been a man to rush
Working Daily, miss young lately
Log back on and get online
But my girl of nineteen years is gone
I've been searching corners but you're nowhere to find
Gotta know why you up and left my life
One and only, I'm going back lonely
Maybe I'll try a girl of my own
Cause I'm forty miles out from Albuquerque
All I needs a floor to come and two-step on
Ya, just a little pedal-steeling song
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North African Blues
03:45
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Lord, I'm digging a hole where I'm fixin' to lie
Let me feel you girl 'for I lay down to die
Tell that senators son to take my place in the line
Lord, I'm digging a hole where I'm fixin' to lie
Let me feel you girl 'for I lay down to die
Just one field of oil may be worth my life
Lord, I'm digging a hole where I'm fixin' to lie
Let me feel you girl 'for I lay down to die
Tell that senators son to take my place in the line
My mama told me how to be a man
And so I told her I'd do the best I can
Well mama I'm trying, don't you understand
Dear mama I'm dying, won't you hold my hand
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Take Me to the Mountains
05:20
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Well I got my ride, on that train I'll go
A place beyond these helpless plains
If I had more time, I'd work off my loan
But I won't trade my life for anything
Suitcase stuffed, leave it all behind
I wonder where the whistle steams gonna blow
What's out there, passed that Texas line
Just northwest of the panhandle glow
I said, Take me, Lord I said take me
Down to the mountains where, where I belong
Take me far, far from Kansas City
Where I don't have, have myself no home
I've been up, I've been way down low
My two feet stuck for years in the dirt
I know of one, only way back home
The night they send me back down to the earth
Just one step, and I'm going on
Well I know where I must go
Now I can see, those lovely mountain trees
Standing head to toe in the snow
Well I said, Take me, ya I said take me
Down to the mountains where, where I belong
Take me far, far from Kansas City
Where I don't have, have myself no home
Well I said take me, lord I said take me
Way down to the mountains where, where I belong
Take me far, far from Kansas City
Where I don't have my, have myself no home
You've got your arms right around me
But I don't I don't care at all
Cause I've been away for a long time
And I don't have, have myself no home
You've got your arms right around me
But I don't I don't care at all
Cause I've been away for a long time
And I don't have, have myself no home
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Earl Nelson Golden, Colorado
Earl Nelson & the Company have emerged to create a funky blend of Mississippi delta blues, motown soul, and bluegrass country. The band infuses blues banjo, jazz keys, funky basslines, and heavy percussion to back Earl's gritty vocals and slide guitar. With a large helping of gospel blues riffs and New Orleans piano solos, their live sound makes any spot a 1930's juke joint. ... more
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