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In the darkest hour, in the dead of night
As the storm clouds gather and the lightning strikes
And the thunder rolls and the cold rain blow
The future it holds, what God only knows
And I will rise up and I will rise up
Though I be a dead man, I said, yes and amen
And I will stand tall and I will stand tall
Until I meet my end, until I meet my end
You should have been on the level
Back in nineteen an' four
You could have found you a dead man
Lord at every turn row
And I will rise up and I will rise up
Though I be a dead man, I said, yes and amen
And I will stand tall and I will stand tall
Until I meet my end, until I meet my end
You should have been on the level
Back in nineteen an' ten
If they was workin' the women
Like they was workin' the men
And I will rise up and I will rise up
Though I be a dead man, I said, yes and amen
And I will stand tall and I will stand tall
Until I meet my end, until I meet my end
Now captain don't do me
Like you done poor shack
Now you done work that bully
Until he been stoned blind
And I will rise up and I will rise up
Though I be a dead man, I said, yes and amen
And I will stand tall and I will stand tall
Until I meet my end, until I meet my end
And now there's some in the kitchen
And there's some on the phone
And there's some in the graveyard
And there's some goin' home
And I will rise up and I will rise up
Though I be a dead man, I said, yes and amen
And I will stand tall and I will stand tall
Until I meet my end
And I will rise up and I will rise up
Though I be a dead man, I said, yes and amen
And I will stand tall and I will stand tall
Until I meet my end
And I will rise up and I will rise up
Though I be a dead man, I said, yes and amen
And I will stand tall and I will stand tall
Until I meet my end
And I will rise up and I will rise up
Though I be a dead man, I said, yes and amen
And I will stand tall and I will stand tall
Until I meet my end
And I will rise up and I will rise up
Though I be a dead man, I said, yes and amen
And I will stand tall and I will stand tall
Until I meet my end, until I meet my end
And I will rise up, I will rise up
Though I be a dead man, I said, yes and amen
And I will stand tall, I will stand tall
Until I meet my end, until I meet my end
Until I meet my end, until I meet my end
Until I meet my end, until I meet my end
Until I meet my end, until I meet my end
Until I meet my end, until I meet my end
Until I meet my end, until I meet my end
Until I, I meet my end
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Well, life's been good to me
I thank the good Lord for the way things are
Good friends and family
Well, God is good as good can be
I've had an excellent time so far
There's only one thing that I fear
I've been up so long on this lucky star
Oh, oh
It could be all downhill from here
It could be all downhill from here
Well, I've been the whole world 'round
I've been up and I've been down
I've been good and I've been bad
Mostly I've been bad
I've had an excellent time so far
There's only one thing that I fear
I've been up so long on this lucky star
Oh, oh
It could be all downhill from here
It could be all downhill from here
Now I ride a good horse
For I like him of course
I've got a beautiful girlfriend
Sometimes we stay in
I've had an excellent time so far
There's only one thing that I fear
I've been up so long on this lucky star
Oh, oh
It could be all downhill from here
It could be all downhill from here
And good luck you came by
Joe Wheelin, I sit next to that John High
We're parked next to ground floor
We sing when it gets dark
I've had an excellent time so far
There's only one thing that I fear
I've been up so long on this lucky star
Oh, oh
It could be all downhill from here
It could be all downhill from here
It could be all downhill from here
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Go if you must go
Turn if you must turn away
Don't cry a tear for me
Laugh if you can smile
Run if you're walking away
Don't cry a tear for me
Shout if you can speak
Sing if you mention my name
Don't cry a tear for me
Low in the valley
Stand in the wind and the rain
High on the mountain
See the sun shining again
Shout if you can speak
Sing when you mention my name
Don't cry a tear for me
So go if you must go
Turn if you must turn away
And don't cry a tear for me
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St. Mother Maria, watch over us please
As we wander around in this dangerous world
Thank Mother Maria, there's nothing so sweet
As the undying love of a South Texas girl
The three in the front seat, they sat on each side
That green and white '58 [Incomprehensible]
It would drive down farm roads past open fields
Seeming like no big deal
As it was happening I never felt a thing
But now looking back it seems like it was everything
Singing with mom just so we could hear ourselves sing
Stealin' a drink from the cold can in daddy's lap
Protected by only a small thin brown paper sack
And the wind blew the echoes of long faded voices
And they'd sing me a song that the old cowboys sang
And I didn't know what the words meant or anything
I was just singing because I was supposed to
St. Mother Maria, watch over us please
As we wander around in this dangerous world
Thank Mother Maria, there's nothing so sweet
As the undying love of a South Texas girl
And with the windows wide open, it felt hot to us anyway
We three bound together on a day just like any day
They told me and taught me and showed me and bought me
Whatever I wanted from the corner you told them
You said the name Corpus Christi means the body of Jesus
Pronounce it [Incomprehensible], city folks they don't know
It looks like a [Incomprehensible] but sounds like the lashes
Just listen the next time you watch it, said [Incomprehensible]
And the wind blew the echoes of long faded voices
And they would sing me a song that the old cowboys sang
And I didn't know what the words meant or anything
I was just singing
St. Mother Maria, watch over us please
As we wander around in this dangerous world
Thank Mother Maria, there's nothing so sweet
As the undying love of a South Texas girl
And I didn't know what the words meant or anything
I was just singing
Now these days the car seats and open container laws
Show sure correctness, leaves no room for Santa Claus
Sitting right next to me she looks like that used be
Song that they sang for me
And with the windows wide open, it feels right to us anyway
The two bound together on a day just like any day
The wind blows the echoes of long faded voices
And they sing us a song that the old cowboys sang
And now that I know what the words mean and everything
I'm still singing
St. Mother Maria, watch over us please
As we wander around in this dangerous world
Thank Mother Maria, there's nothing so sweet
As the undying love of a South Texas girl
St. Mother Maria, watch over us please
As we stumble around in this dangerous world
Thank Mother Maria, there's nothing so sweet
As the undying love of a South Texas girl
As the undying love of a South Texas girl
St. Mother Maria, watch over us please
As we wander around in this dangerous world
Thank Mother Maria, there's nothing so sweet
As the undying love of a South Texas girl
St. Mother Maria, watch over us please
As we wander around in this dangerous world
Thank Mother Maria, there's nothing so sweet
As the undying love of a South Texas girl
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And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
Oh, the girl I love
You know she got the best of me
Oh, the girl I love
You know she got the best of me
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
So there's a great wide world
Where it can have the best of me
And this great wide world
Where it can have the rest of me
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
Now I'm a truck stop bound
Maybe a smile will rescue me
Now I'm a truck stop bound
Maybe a smile will rescue me
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
And that na na na
It's so fast you cannot see
And that na na na
It's so fast you cannot see
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
And I'd go back home
If she cared enough for me
And I'd go back home
If she cared enough for me
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
And I'd change my ways
If I knew how else to be
And I'd change my ways
If I knew how else to be
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
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Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose
Hair blonde as hay and long as a rope
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose
Hell don't care but heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Mama, say a prayer for your only son
God, forgive him, all the wrong he's done
All he ever wanted is to have some fun
And now he's up in Indiana till his time is done
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose
Hair blonde as hay and long as a rope
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose
Hell don't care, heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
She looked over 22
A man could drown in eyes so blue
And now I've got some time to kill
In a little town called Henryville
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' bout a girl named Rose
Hair blonde as hay and long as a rope
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose
Hell don't care, heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Working on the line ain't the life I know
Wish I was floatin' on the river
Out in the night [Incomprehensible]
Laying on the bank with a fishing bow
Instead of cutting this corn and losing my soul
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose
Hair blonde as hay and long as a rope
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose
Hell don't care, heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Miles and miles as they march back
They lift their ears up to the sky
Standin' tall and satisfied
Like to try to run but I just might die
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose
Hair blonde as hay and long as a rope
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose
Hell don't care, heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose
Hair blonde as hay and long as a rope
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin' bout a girl named Rose
Hell don't care, heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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You got none in your pockets
You got none in your hands
Well, I don't have to see your eyes
To know what you're not thinkin'
And even when you're not the best
You still try hard as hell
Well, I saw him walkin' in the alley
He stopped to wish me well
And he told me go to California
'Cause that's where it all sells
And I knew this girl from Atlantic City
Full of generality
All she could do is talk and smile
But she got the best of me
And even when you're not the best
You still try hard as hell
Well, I saw her walkin' in the alley
She stopped to wish me well
And she told me go to California
'Cause that's where it all sells
And you find porch on Church Avenue
You're laughin' at me now
'Cause you were standin' when I came here
And you're still standin'
And when you know you're not the best
You hope no one can tell
Well, I saw them layin' in the alley
I stopped to wish them well
And you know I went to California
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It's Sunday morning, the club is on
That great cat's still yawning
Because Saturday is gone
And I still feel the feeling
Of how you felt upon me
And it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me
You were down and dirty
And he was tall and twenty nine
And I'm only disconcerted
Because you said you knew I wouldn't mind
But I still feel the feeling
Of how you telephone me
And it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me
But you can't make a cool cat crazy
Like you can't make a gray cat brown
And you can't keep a wild cat
When she knows the wildest cat's in town
So it's Sunday morning
Yeah and I guess I had a coffee
Ooh 'cause I start recalling
A time I went astray
And I still feel the feeling
Of her last words of warning
She said, "Man, it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me"
She said, "Man, it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me"
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I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
Well, I'm goin' to the grocery on the corner
For to buy me a coke and some gum
Well, I'm goin' to the grocery on the corner
I'm a drinkin' [Incomprehensible] son of a gun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
Well, I whistle when I'm walkin' in the summer
Well, I whistle in the spring and the fall
Well, I whistle when I'm walkin' in the winter
Or else I don't go walkin' at all
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
You know, I wake up early in the mornin'
You know, I work until my day is done
You know, when I come home late in the evenin'
I'm a happy son of a gun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
Slap my baby on her
And make it fun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
Slap my baby on her
And make it happy
Slap my baby on her
And make it fun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
Slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a
Slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
[Incomprehensible] to slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun
Slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap my baby on her
And make it fun
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I'm a happy son of a gun
And I mean, I'm a happy son of a gun
And I mean, I'm a happy son of a gun
And I mean, I'm a happy son of a gun
Now, now I'm too happy
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[Originally by Bob Dylan]
Ain't no more cane on the Brazos
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Its all been ground down to molasses
Oh, oh- oh, oh- oh...
You shoulda been on the river in 1910
They were driving the women just like they drove the men.
Go down Old Hannah, don'cha rise no more
Don't you rise up til Judgment Day's for sure
Ain't no more cane on the Brazos
Its all been ground down to molasses
Captain, don't you do me like you done poor old Shine
Well ya drove that bully til he went stone blind
Wake up on a lifetime, hold up your own head
Well you may get a pardon and then you might drop dead
Ain't no more cane on the Brazos
Its all been ground down to molasses.
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Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as rope
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
Hell don't care but Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Mama say a prayer for your only son
God, forgive him, all the wrong he's done
All he ever wanted is to have some fun
And now he's up in Indiana till his time is done
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as rope
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
She looked over 22
A man could drown in eyes so blue
And now I've got some time to kill
In a little town called Henryville
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
Hair blond as hay and long as rope
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
Hell don't care but Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Working on the line ain't the life I know
Wish I was floatin' on the river out at night [Incomprehensible]
Laying on the bank with a fishing bow
Instead of cutting this corn and losing my soul
I do a little thinkin bout a girl named Rose
Hell don't care but Heaven knows
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Miles and miles as they march back
They lift their ears up to the sky
Standing tall and satisfied
Like to try to run but I just might die
I'm up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
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