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Nugget Miner
05:11
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Im leavin’ here tomorrow, but please don’t say goodbye, for I’ll be back some day
I’m headin for the frontier, gonna see what I can find, heard they struck some gold up north a ways
Gonna be diggin’ and siftin’
Haulin’ and liftin’
Livin in the woods, tryin’ to find that gold
And once I find that nugget
Gonna get down off this summit
Ride that train, honey right on back to you
Well we tried to make it farmin’, but the dust took that away, lord I had to find another way to live
Then I ran into a friend who said that I could make it rich, minin’ gold in a land that don’t forgive
Gonna be diggin’ and siftin’
Haulin’ and liftin’
Livin in the woods, tryin’ to find that gold
And once I find that nugget
Gonna get down off this summit
Ride that train, honey right on back to you
Men and women from miles around, come to this tiny boom town, try their hand at strikin’ it rich
Some gamble everything they find, from workin’ way down the mine, they just had to scratch that itch
They might never make a dime
But they keep diggin anyway
They know they’re probably wastin’ time, down in that mine diggin’ clay
We’re all just tryna make it pay
Now this livin’ in a pirate tent, is gettin kinda old, I wish that I could be back home with you
But there’s no use in comin back if I can’t find no gold, so I guess I’ll just keep tryna pay my dues
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2. |
Burn Out Blues
03:37
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Goin down to the river
Gonna have a good time
Goin down to the river darlin
I think its time to unwind
Come on over to my place
It'll be a good time
Come on over to my place darlin
have a hell of a time
oh, burn out blues
Here comes the man mr. landlord
Gonna bitch and whine
Here comes the man now buddy
Gonna waste my time
No money no vehicle
Can't even try
Make the money aint got no method
No one to buy
Oh, burn out blues
goin down to the river
gonna have a good time
goin down to the river darlin
I think its time to unwind
oh burn out blues
oh burn out blues
oh burn out blues
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3. |
The Secret Slide Theme
02:04
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I've been weighed down by these chains
Their rust has been staining my skin
With an iron plate
I've been branded by the nature of my sin
Some people think I'm lazy, I know they're right
And if you don't want to face me stay outta my sight.
Lord I feel like I been gettin’ beat
Like a dog in the back of the woods
Out in the summer heat
Walking a mile long of a bed of coals
Been drinkin’ whiskey
And stayin’ low
Been sippin’ that whiskey
Got no place to go
Gonna take it easy
Gonna feel alright
Been sippin’ that whiskey
Just about every night
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Alabama riverboat gambler
Hes got a pokerface like you never seen
Alabama riverboat gambler
Livin off a pork an beans
Alabama riverboat gambler
Not as glamorous as he may seem
Been livin the life of a gambler
Since he was just 15
Floatin on down the bayo
Smokin that injun’ tobacco
You can almost hear the banjos in the wind
Alabama riverboat gamblin man
Some say he was born in the mountains
Way back in tennessee
Some say hes the child of a mississippi river
Freeborn as a man can be
Sitting plush with a royal flush
Aces back to back oh no
Hes crazier than Crazy Otto
And hes meaner than Wolfman Jack
Floatin on down the bayo
Smokin that injun’ tobacco
You can almost hear the banjos in the wind
Alabama riverboat gamblin man
Way on down in the bayou land
Where the alligators own the scene
The gambler man had to make his stand
Against another man like he never seen
Bullet bill from way back in the hills
Had a look in his eyes like he wanted to kill, oh no
After bout 13 rounds of poker
He slang a gun up over his shoulder
But Alabama was a quick draw
He shot Bill square in the jaw
You can almost hear him screamin in the wind
Alabama riverboat gamblin man
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Well we was a headin on down that line
Jus tryna find a place to lay my head, for the night
Then i come across a spot with them red pines
I said i’ll tell you what boys, we’re sleepin in the pines tonight
Well this river, aint the prettiest river that I’ve seen
But it kinda reminds me of the one i left behind
So I said lets take a break, thank the day, heat up some beans
i’ll tell you what boys, we’re sleepin in the pines tonight
The sun is sinking oh so fast, oh lord I need more time
Maybe them agents will run right past, if we hide out among the pines.
Well aint it a shame, one day they they’ll cut down all these trees
Take away the animals home, you know that just aint right
But for now, we’ve got this thicket, to pitch a tent up, catch some Z’s
i’ll tell you what boys, we’re sleepin in the pines tonight
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Gather 'round The Table
03:16
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Pumpkin pie and cider, the simple joys of fall
dancin’ round the fire is the best of all
The whole year you've been a rover
But the year is almost over
So gather round the table
Rest your horse in my stable
The cats gon’ help us cook the food, the dog's gon’ clean the floor
So c'mon baby don't be blue, let's get on them chores.
Oh the snows been falling hard
Animal footprints in my yard
So come gather round the table
And we'll sit and write a fable
Way down in my cold dark woods, them bears are hunkerin down
You'd be lucky if you could, find a nicer spot in town
Oh the wind might be blowing cold
But that's no reason to feel old
So gather round the table
For one day we'll be unable.
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8. |
Backwoods Queen
05:04
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Well I met her back in Sawmill town
On the corner of couple dirty streets
She was a dancin’, stompin’ the ground
It was quite a site to see
Now we’ve done traveled many a mile
She hasn’t yet left my side
she always keeps a smile
Ain’t no trouble on her mind
I tell you that my pretty little woman
is a bona fide backwoods Queen
And when she starts to moving
it’s the prettiest thing I’ve seen
I tell you that that my pretty little woman
is a bona fide backwoods queen
I don’t know what I was doing
Before my lady hit the scene
About 4 months after the sawmill
We moved on down to the south
I was in a bar on the hill
When I opened up my mouth
Them rednecks had me on the floor
Hittin’ kickin’ lawd it wa’n’t no fun.
But don’t you know who kick down the door
It was my outlaw lady with a gun
We ended up down in the swamplands
Livin off chicken and rice
Workin on a farm for a rich man
Lawd things were getting nice
But one day when I went home
That little lady was nowhere in sight
But once I started feeling alone
In come my backwoods queen with something to bite
I don’t know what I was doing before my lady hit the scene
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The Horse Race Theme
01:46
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The Oldest House in Town
04:08
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Well when I was a young man
there was an old old house
where my friend and his daddy used to live
Well it may not have been their land
But it felt like home no doubt
we’d all meetup there when we were kids
They say its the oldest house in town
And now they’re gonna tear it down
To build a new subdivision
Someone oughta go to prison
Its the oldest house around
Where we used to stomp the ground
But I guess what good is history after all?
Behind the house was a river
Where we would all raise hell
Howlin at the moon, swinging from the vines
Might have been bad our livers
But we lived through it to tell
Bout All those hazy afternoons, drinking sweet berry wine
Many have said there lives some ghosts
Among the houses’ walls
Even I felt spirits pass me by
But now I hopet those same dead folks
Who haunt them old old halls
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Early in the morning it was sixty degrees
there was a slight breeze
That was bringing the bees
I was working, on my knees
Rolled up a number
And then maybe another
While laying under cover
Of the old oak tree, the mother
Drove up to town for somethin’ to do
Ridin' with my dog his name is blue
Hangin with the boys on the old avenue
But b’fore its too late, I’m gonna send it back home to you.
The very next day
I was bailin’ the hay
Tryna make a lil pay
But lord there gotta be a better way
Workin by the hour
Then go home and take a shower
Burn a little flower
But you won’t catch me livin’ in no ivory tower
No barroom could replace the love that I receive at home
No city light could shine as bright as the light above my throne
Maybe in another life I could’ve been an urbanite
But out here living with my wife is where I spend my nights
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Mountain Tea
03:16
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Well theres a certain way the air feels in the morning
when you wake up after sleepin in a pirate tent
when your day begins with some mountain tea a pourin'
You know you're gonna have a day with no regrets
And as you're walkin 'round
that old forgotten ground
you keep on lookin down
tryin to forage
You spy a red fox
whos wearin black sox
runnin past the rocks
you know it aint your forest
Well I remember well you promised to come with me
But became afraid to leave the only home you’ve known
I’ve got plenty of friends who live here under the trees
Back in that city you know I always felt alone.
now I'm up on the mount
Been eatin lots of trout
Tryna find out
How to write this story
Just me and my cat
Whos sleeping in my hat
And an attic full of bats
Its our territory.
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Moonlit Bay
04:14
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These days I sit and wonder just how long it will be
This place is such a blunder, yet you all still think we're free
Some day the wind is gonna blow us back to where we came
This moonlit bay will never be our home, oh Lord ain't it a shame
When we first made landfall, we thought this was paradise
But soon began the rainfall, which soon turned into ice
Well we started out with nothing
But together we made it something
And now this fighting amongst ourselves, is gonna end it all.
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Quand le soleil
Dit bonjour aux montagnes
Et que la nuit rencontre le jour
Je suis seul avec mes rêves
Sur la montagne
Une voix m'appelle toujours
L'écho que m'apporte
La chanson du vent
Me rappelle les souvenirs de toi
Quand le soleil
Dit bonjour aux montagnes
Je suis seul et ne veux
Penser qu'à toi
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15. |
Navajo Trail
03:40
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Aint sure which way I’m headed
Haven’t made up my mind yet
This ole freight train that i’ve boarded
Gonna show me what I couldn’t find
Texas sure gets hot in the summertime
Them smokies sure get lots of rain
Im riding this train on down the line
Just tryin to lose this pain
Now I’m runnin wild through these hills
Just can’t seem to get my fill
Runnin wild
Runnin wild through these Hills
I rode with her many a mile,
Cross mountains, rivers and such
I always figured she’d last a while
But them hills was a bit too much
Its time I climbed into my saddle
Aint nothing gonna hold me down
There aint no money workin with cattle
And nobody I need in town
Now I’m runnin wild through these hills
Just can’t seem to get my fill
Runnin wild
Runnin wild through these Hills
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17. |
Island Claim
05:33
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Lyrics by Mateo Amero and D.J. Harris
Music by Mateo Amero
Matéo Amero: Vocals, Guitars, Piano, Bass, Lap Steel Guitar, Percussion
Well its time, I’ve moved on forward
Outside of this mine, it feels a lot warmer
Paradise in mind, always callin’ me to go
But I’m gettin’ tired goin’ to and fro
So much trouble, in this world, we’ve yearned for land to tame
I was told long ago about an island in a great lake that no man has ever claimed.
Island Claim
Wake up its another morning
Fill up your mug, I can feel you’re yearning.
But soon we’ll advance upon the trail
So try not to act so frail
I know.. I’m hungry too, but we’ll push on through just the same.
This mountain pass we’re gonna climb through, so we can stake our claim
Island Claim
If I could fly then I’d take to the wind
And chase down that island, kickin’ wing
Fifteen thousand hectares in the northland
Through the kind of pines you’ll never find in the mills of Portland
In paradise it hides, deep within the pines. Paid freedom to quit the game.
Roarin’ river through my brain, tells me life falls with the rain, this island you must claim
Island Claim.
credits
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Well I gave you the map and I marked with an X
The place that we shall go
In the northern woods, under tall pine tree
Where the cold hard winds a blowin
Well the journey was rough and rocky
But we made it there just fine
Campin out in a pirate tent
In the cold november moonshine
We setup camp on the bank of the lazy river,
I brought a banjo and you brought a bottle of wine
Late at night when the moon shine starts to shimmer
We’ll sing them good ole songs from the days gone by
Don’t you know this journeys gonna be just fine
At the break of dawn I woke up
To the smell of a rum-ham fry
We ate our fill then we saddled up
Headin west on a long hard ride
We made it up to fort Kearney
Bought whiskey and traded some furs
Got back on the road good and early
Just a proddin that hoss with my spurs
We setup camp on the bank of the lazy river,
I brought a banjo and you brought a bottle of wine
Late at night when the moon shine starts to shimmer
We’ll sing them good ole songs from the days gone by
Don’t you know this journeys gonna be just fine
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Well its rainin this mornin’
Sun aint comin to shine
Well its pourin down floodin’
Baby hear the rain a cry
Gonna roll me up somethin,
cause the river is rollin up high
(chorus)
Im goin up on the mountain
Lord I aint ever comin down
Im goin back in the mountains
back where I cain’t never be found
So long to the highway
So long to that same city sound
done ran me out of money
I’m powell’s creek bound
Verse
Gonna get back to my roots
Drink from the mountain stream
Gonna take off my boots
Make sure it ain’t a dream
Gonna leave the past behind me,
down in that Powell’s bottom land
(chorus)
I’ve had enough fun and drinkin’,
Stumblin’ allover this town
Gon’ set down i n the water,
But I ain’t gonna drown
So long to the highway,
so long to that same city sound
Done run me out of money,
I’m Powells Creek Bound
(verse)
Hurricane down in florida
Earthquake down in Mexico
But I know back in that forest
Is the safest place to go
Imone pack my truck, head on down to the Powell´s bottom land.
If you want me you can find me,
down where Powell took his stand
He raised corn and cut down all the trees, made his mark upon the land
So long to the highway, so long to that same city sound
Done run me out of money, I’m Powells Creek Bound
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Been ridin’ on, all day long, hopin we can set up camp b’fore sundown
Spent three days gone, up in the mountains, living like a gnome, sleepin on the cold cold ground
Well we robbed a bank down in Waynesboro
Been runnin from the man e’r since
If I don’t cross that mountain by sundown Oh lord
I’m bound to keep-a-ridin’ on
Didn’t mean to do wrong, aint had no options, now im livin on the road, runnin from them cold iron bars
When I’s a young man, I made a promise. Never steal a dime, even if you’re livin’ outta boxcars.
But I only feel at home on the highway
And my old man made his coin skippin’ the law
If I can’t make my break ridin’ this train back to Crozet
I’m bound to keep-a-ridin’ on
Lord know my time aint come, I gotta keep on runnin, for I am the man that Sheriff wants to find
So I grabbed my guns, ran towards the mountains, gonna leave everything that I love behind
Well I might head out to California
Might go on down to ole Mexico
And if they find me wherever Im hidin’, then buddy imonewarnya
I’m bound to keep-a-ridin’ on
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I’ve dug down in your bones
Where I could hear your body moan
With the weight of your mountains
Cold and blue b
Down in the devils mine
It’s dark as night inside
You die as fast as the man who works
Beside you
I’ve been working night night and day
Trying to find some decent pay
Virginia
Why you doin me this way
I floated down the James
When it had a different name
Hauling tobacco
In my old bateau
With this map of animal hide
and the stars my only guide
I can hear the coyotes
Moaning low
I rotted in your cell so long
I forgot how to speak
and I’ll be older than the hills
By the time they set me free
I been locked up four years straight
I hope I’m not too late
To see the woman
Who used to lay beside me
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G D
Everybody wants to get off the ground
C G
When the mushroom man’s in town
G D
Nobody wants to get caught lyin down
C. G
When the mushroom man’s in town
C
You can get by with half as much
D
But a little bit of magic just ain’t enough
(Repeat 1st)
C
You can get em wet for half the price
D
But soggy mushrooms just ain’t that nice
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Living in the heart of town
There’s music every night
And yeah those cats may look funny
But they sure sound tight
Back home in the countryside
Ain’t nothin but them old ragtime bands
But out here in the city clubs
These cats can really jam
They played some funky bebop ya’ll
They played some out there jazz
And yeah, my hair started to turn on end
But my foot started to tap
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I've been in this factory all damn day
lookin at the clock watchin time go away
goin crazy goin insane
just wanna ramble, dont wanna stay
dust up my ass, im covered in sweat
my arm in bleeding, and i smell like death OH MAN
just wanna ramble, dont wanna stay
just watch me ill run away
my vision is blurry, my mind is insane
my soul feels dead,life aint the same
might brea the law, might bum around
either way i'm skippin town OH LAWD
just wanna ramble, dont wanna stay
i'll leave here real soon some day
might hitch hike, might hop a train
cant stay here or i'll so insane
its five am and i feel like shit
this life im livin just aint it OH ITS ROUGH
just wanna ramble, dont wanna stay
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Alabama riverboat gambler
Hes got a pokerface like you never seen
Alabama riverboat gambler
Livin off a pork an beans
Alabama riverboat gambler
Not as glamorous as he may seem
Been livin the life of a gambler
Since he was just 15
Floatin on down the bayo
Smokin that injun’ tobacco
You can almost hear the banjos in the wind
Alabama riverboat gamblin man
Some say he was born in the mountains
Way back in tennessee
Some say hes the child of a mississippi river
Freeborn as a man can be
Sitting plush with a royal flush
Aces back to back oh no
Hes crazier than Crazy Otto
And hes meaner than Wolfman Jack
Floatin on down the bayo
Smokin that injun’ tobacco
You can almost hear the banjos in the wind
Alabama riverboat gamblin man
Way on down in the bayou land
Where the alligators own the scene
The gambler man had to make his stand
Against another man like he never seen
Bullet bill from way back in the hills
Had a look in his eyes like he wanted to kill, oh no
After bout 13 rounds of poker
He slang a gun up over his shoulder
But Alabama was a quick draw
He shot Bill square in the jaw
You can almost hear him screamin in the wind
Alabama riverboat gamblin man
Alabama riverboat gambler
Floatin on down the bayo
Alabama riverboat gambler
Smokin that injun’ tobacco
Alabama riverboat gambler
Got a pokerface like you never seen
Alabama riverboat gambler
Livin off pork an beans
Alabama riverboat gambler
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went to the grocery store
got half a pound of turkey meat
went to the grocery store
found me abox of warm red wine
went home that evenin
slap the bag all night long
allnight long
first ya gotta get it out the box
let that bag see the light of day
gotta get it out the box
dont need no knife just your bare hands
then youre ready to go
slap that bag all night long
all night long
gonna have a fire down by the creek
gotta grab a guitar and a bag to slap
gon have a fire downat the creek
hear that slappin from miles away
pickin country blues
slap that bag all night long
all night long
the days go on
my bag gets smaller and smaller
i see it comin for me like a slug
from across the table
now im just sittin here
slappin the bag til its gone
all night long
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