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A Melody So Sweet
02:54
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I walk along the road
Shufflin’ my feet
Singin’ a melody so sweet
(CH:) If the open road is lonesome
I never would know
I meet the kindest people
Everywhere I go
You will hear me comin’
Dancin’ down the street
Singin’ a melody so sweet
I’ve been around the country
Lookin’ for the beat
Singin’ a melody so sweet
(CH)
We’re goin’ on a journey
Lookin’ for peace
Singin’ a melody so sweet
(CH)
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Take me to the river and push me in
I want to feel the water roll on down my skin
(CH:) Who’s gonna kiss you darlin’
Who’s gonna hold your hand
Who’s gonna be your sweet lovin’ girl
When I’m in another land
Mockingbird up in the sky is higher than my heart
The lonely sound of his cry reminds me we’re apart
(CH)
One kiss for good luck, another for my dreams
And another for the truest love I have ever seen
(CH)
Who’s gonna be your sweet lovin’ girl
When I’m in another land
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Mama Like
03:23
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Mama like hiking in mountains
Mama like bicycles, too
Mama really like it when the sky’s so blue
She cares for me and you
Mama like miles of coastline
Surfin’ the waves on the beach
Mama really likes how the fish swim in the sea
She cares for you and me
(CH:) Oooo... she cares for you and me
Mama like being a free bird
Just like she like world peace
Mama really like it when everyone agrees
She cares for you and me
(CH)
Mama likes old-fashioned music
John Hartford and Woody Guthrie
Mama really likes it when everybody sings
She cares for you and me
(CH)
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Give me the strength on the day I’m born
And I will walk even when my shoes are worn
(REF:) Ohhhhhhh....
I met a man, there was pain in his eyes
I wonder why he does not cry?
I met a girl, no shoes on her feet
I wonder why she does not eat?
We came to a river as black as ink
Will we float? No, we’ll surely sink
My smile is gone, where did it go?
It melted away with the cold rain and snow
My smile is gone - but don’t you worry
The dandelion (...) has my smile
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Tic-Toc
02:19
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I got what I thought was a real good job
The salaried pay was fine
Now I feel like I’m working for the low-down mob
And I’m stressed-out all the time
CH: Tic-toc work clock, why you goin’ so slow?
Its only half-past eight (nine, etc.) o’clock
I wish it was time to go
At first I thought that maybe it was me
And I could never be satisfied but
And now I know you gotta live in misery
and sell your soul just to stay alive
BR: I’ll never be happy if I’m workin’ for the man
‘Cause a nine-to-five is down right crappy
Better quit or I’ll be damned
The end of the day won’t come too fast
I’ll spend another hour in the car, oh
I’ll pay my bills and go to sleep at last
So I can start all over tomorrow
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Who Will Be My Judge
04:16
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Your money’s no good
Take it somewhere else
If you wonder why
ask yourself
CH: Have I (You/We) been good
Have I been bad
Have I been good or bad
Who will be my (your/our) judge
Your children are lonesome
They’re hungry for your love
‘Cause you work all day and you work all night
While they sit at home alone
The world is in trouble
So many have sold their souls
From where I stand it doesn’t look good
Who will be our judge?
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When I Die
02:07
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You can lock me in your jail, post with no bail
You can’t take my soul when I die
When I die (when I die, when I die)
You can’t take my soul when I die
You might own my radio, tell me where to go
You can’t take my soul when I die
When I die (when I die, when I die)
You can’t take my soul when I die
You can sensor my free speech, hold things outta my reach
You can’t take my soul when I die
When I die (when I die, when I die)
You can’t take my soul when I die
You might mold me in your school, I’ll still break all the rules
You can’t take my soul when I die
When I die (when I die, when I die)
You can’t take my soul when I die
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American Dream
03:54
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Trading time for money, bills to pay
We’re all waitin’ for the next big break in the USA
In a land of abundance and breaking news
It might seem like God’s own children have nothin’ to lose
CH: The American Dream is not what it seems
The American Dream - what does it mean?
A most wonderful scheme in the name of the law?
Or maybe this dream might be luck of the draw
Always someone else to blame when the going gets tough
Each time we think we’ve made it, its never enough
Our children grow up thinking dragons are real
That the only way to happyness is striking a deal
Few of us are native, most are misunderstood
Let’s lay down our weary guns and do something good
I’m dreaming of Freedom - how does it feel?
More than an empire of cars and wages, I want something real
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A child of the time of the Great Dust Bowl
Knows time is more than money or who you know
Hands on the banjo, countin’ telephone poles
I’m cruisin down the backroads where no one’s in control
This machine is ready to roll
If we’re lookin’ for answers, we won’t find them here
We’ll search until we’re tired and angry and fearful
Our heads are in the sand at the final frontier
We’re shootin’ at the sky like some kind of bombadier
Down from the mountain to the watering hole
Come crazy looking people with their buckets of coal
Build another boomtown, there’s fire in the hole
It drops me to my knees as it all unfolds
This machine is ready to roll
We’ve been gettin’ down since the days of old
There ain’t nothin’ universal like that good ol’ Rock ‘n’ Roll
It’s a small, small world - or so I‘m told
That’s why I choose love instead of silver and gold
That’s why I choose love instead of silver and gold
This machine is ready to roll
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Oh my love, how brightly you shine
Like a sunrise and a sunset combined
Colors swell brighter more with time
I see twilight - what a sight - when I close my eyes
(CH:) You are light, you are love
You are something only dreams are made of
Oh my love, how sweetly you sing
Like a symphony in harmony, like a hundred bells ringing
You belong in a field of flowers
Humming melodies - sweet melodies - turning minutes into hours
(CH)
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Erin Inglish San Luis Obispo, California
Inglish's voice is both lush and raw, and her picking style on the five-string banjo is uniquely her own...expressive, sassy, dynamic.
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