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his black, greasy fireman,. "Shovel on a little more coal. "And when we cross that White Oak mountain,. "Watch Ol' '97 roll. ". . And then a telegram come from Washington station,. This is how it
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his black, greasy fireman,. "Shovel on a little more coal. "And when we cross that White Oak mountain,. "Watch Ol' '97 roll. ". . And then a telegram come from Washington station,. This is how it
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his black, greasy fireman,. "Shovel on a little more coal. "And when we cross that White Oak mountain,. "Watch Ol' '97 roll. ". . And then a telegram come from Washington station,. This is how it
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Old black mountain. Tried to spit in your face. Old black mountain. Tried to spit in your face. Baby's grubbing whiskey. Oh, she's practicing Old black mountain. Mean as they can be. Old black
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river to the Cajun hideaway. Drift away like Tom Sawyer. Ride a raft with old Huck Finn. Take a nap like Rip Van Winkle. Lay streaming again. Oh play me some mountain music. Like Grandma and Grandpa
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Now there far from me there's an old holler tree. Where you lay down a dollar or two. You go round the bend and you come back again. With a jug of that good ole mountain dew They call it that ole
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(Dolly Parton) From a shack by a mountain stream. To a room in New Orleans. So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home. The men I meet ain't warm and friendly. Like the one in old Virginie. Oh they
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' they both belong there. Working it out with good old common sense. Just because they're Good mountain people who make y' feel so fine. Good mountain people--they sure know how to have a rockin' good
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tiDimming of the Day. arAlison Krauss & Union Station. alPaper Airplane (2011). Alison Krauss & Union Station - Dimming of the Day. Album Paper Airplane (2011). Songwriter Richard Thompson. LRC Tony
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goin' to do right by my Ma,. I'll hang around the cabin door,. No work or worry anymore. I got the Blue Ridge mountain blues,. Goin' to see my old oak tree,. Gonna hunt the possum. Where the corn
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a huntin' again. Gettin' me a big old grizzly bear I'm just a smokey mountain boy. Comin' back to the hills I love. Where the tops of pine are bendin' in the wind. And the deep blue sky above I
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Well, it is a steep mountain to climb. And it is a deep river to cross. The road is rocky and rough. So I can't afford for my soul to lost And I cannot take this no longer. And I cannot bear this
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Song So Long, So Wrong - Alison Krauss, Union Station. I know I'll be lonesome. That brings about a little fear. I know I'll be sad and I'll be blue. I have given the best of me. When I forgot to say
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you were here, oh, I need you. I'll take the time and tune the station in real clear. As if you were here, oh, I love you Give me back that old familiar feeling. Let me feeling like I was someone
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tiZoo Station. arU2. alAchtung Baby. Zoo Station. From Achtung Baby. I'm ready. I'm ready for the laughing gas. I'm ready. I'm ready for what's next. I'm ready to duck. I'm ready to dive. I'm ready
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tiZoo Station. arU2. alAchtung Baby. Zoo Station. From Achtung Baby. I'm ready. I'm ready for the laughing gas. I'm ready. I'm ready for what's next. I'm ready to duck. I'm ready to dive. I'm ready
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Just a one pump fill-in station. Lord and one old general store. I found her in that wide spot. In the road. . And the brightest lights she'd ever seen. Were the headlights on my pickup. Till
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He take the thunder from the mountain. He take the lightning from the sky. He bring the strong man to his bended knee. He make the young girls mama cry. . You got to hidey-hide. You got to jump
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He take the thunder from the mountain. He take the lightning from the sky. He bring the strong man to his bended knee. He make the young girls mama cry. . You got to hidey-hide. You got to jump
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Waiting at the station. Tears filling up my eyes. Sometimes the pain you hide. Burns like a fire inside Look out my window. Sometimes it's hard to see. The things you want in life. Come and go
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Mountain of mystery. Rising high above the clouds. Mountain of magic. Standin' tall and proud. Your magical veins flowin' silver and gold. Your cumulus cloud glows misty red. As Apollo sets
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Mountain of mystery. Rising high above the clouds. Mountain of magic. Standin' tall and proud. Your magical veins flowin' silver and gold. Your cumulus cloud glows misty red. As Apollo sets
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Have you heard that rumor that's goin' around. My baby's got a man, lord way across town. Its the same old story. Tell me where will it end. Yes I heard the news it's the same old blues again
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. Nobody knows what this is all about. Dear old America We don't beg and we don't run. We don't lose, we don't overcome. Purple mountain majesty sliding to a broken sea. Daddy he swear and mama she cry