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Pining
03:42
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As long as the Willow's been weeping
As long as the sky's been blue
As long as the sun's been rising
You know I've been pining for you
You know I've been Pining for you
As long as the days are in August
As long as the spring time blooms
As long as there's snow on the mountain
I'll just keep pining for you
You know I'll be pining for you
As long as the canyons are empty
As long as the north stars true
As long as there's salt in the ocean
You know I'll be pining for you
You know I'll be pining for you
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Long Way to Abilene
03:41
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I'm just driving by my lonesome
No one here will call me by my name
I went west when I left Tulsa
Cause the bridge over the red river's in flames
Amarillo's not the place I need to be
New Mexico ain't that far away
I'll be traveling back down highway 20 east
Cause I took the long way to Abilene
Yea I took the long way to Abilene
I don't trust a broken arrow
Most of them are just too bent to aim
You can load em in your crossbow
But you know that arrow just don't fly the same
So Amarillo's not the place I need to be
New Mexico ain't that far away
I'll be traveling back down highway 20 east
Cause I took the long way to Abilene
Yea I took the long way to Abilene
Yea I took the long way to Abilene
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Cradle to the Grave
03:30
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I don't want to die in this town
So every now and then I try to burn it to the ground
There's a pack of thieves with who I run around
It's the story of my life
From the cradle to the grave
I don't want to lie but I do
When no one else but me would ever need to know the truth
You know my better angels gave up in my youth
It's the story of my life
From the cradle to the grave
I don't want to find a new love
Cause no one else compares to the one I'm dreaming of
But you know I went and lost her, she said she had enough
It's the story of my life
From the cradle to the grave
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So Far Down
03:30
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Hey! What are you doing when you're not playing dead
Hey! Why are you staying when you're being fed
Cause you're so far down
You're just so far down
So far down, so far down
You're just so far down
You might as well be lying in a grave
Hey! Why are you crying when you're not feeling sad
Yeah! Why are you smiling when you should be getting mad
Cause you're so far down
You're just so far down
So far down , so far down
You're so far down
So far down , so far down
You're just so far down
You might as well be lying in a grave
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Mountain Time
03:11
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Her eyes were emerald green
But so were the leaves
And so were the trees in late September
And the Auburn of her hair
It was just like the reds
Like leaves on the ground in a cold November
October has a full moon in the sky
When you're living on mountain time
In a cabin by the stream
They were burning wood for heat
But he kept her warm for a Catskill winter
But when April turned to may
She took her love away
Any joy that he had, it went with her
Cause her love was like the sun in mid-July
When you're living on mountain time
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True Religion
02:42
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Lord I know there's a right way and a wrong way to live
For the things I've done though I am guilty I never asked you to forgive
Would you save a soul with no contrition?
Cause if you would, then I think I've found true religion .
Think I found true religion
Lord I know it's a long way ain't nothing guaranteed
Would you guide my hand and don't let no man
Make my body bleed
Would you save a soul with no contrition?
Cause if you would, then I think I've found true religion .
Think I found true religion
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Carolina King
03:24
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I try not to think about what I left in Virginia
But when I call my kin, they tell me again, you're the happiest you've ever been
So I try not to think but the whiskey, once it gets in ya
I reminisce, and I start to miss the way you looked at me, back then
So I know, I know
He treats you like a queen
But if you come down to Charleston, I'll be your Carolina King
Cause I miss my boy, I hope that he had a good Christmas
And it's late July, and a little late to try to be present, with no gifts
So I know , I know
He treats you like a queen
But if you come down to Charleston, I'll be your Carolina King
The last time I called, your mama said boy don't you call here
Cause you did her wrong, and she's done moved on, and then you went and wrote a sad country song.
And you know, well I sure as hell know
He treats you like a queen
But if you come down to Charleston, I'll be your Carolina King
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Jules Taylor Saugerties, New York
Texas Country
Nashville Soul
Rock and Roll
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