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One of those days
It won’t be long
You’ll call my name
And I’ll be gone
He called my name
And I was gone
Back to the place
Where I belong
On a summer day
Yeah I was gone
She’ll never be mine
She’ll never be mine
Many a tear for her I’ve shed
Many a tear I’ve shed
I called her name but she was gone
I call her name but she’s real gone
I’m a rambling girl
With a rambling heart
The devil’s working in my mind
He’ll never be mine
He’ll never be mine
No tears for him I’ve shed
No tears for him I’ve shed
He called my name but I was gone
He calls my name but I am gone
One of those days
It hadn’t been long
He called my name
But I was gone
He called my name
But I am gone
But I am gone
But I am gone
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Black boy
05:05
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Little black boy
He ain’t got no father
To bolster him up
To bring him up
He ain’t got no father
His mama worked
In the master’s house
Feeding white babes
While her own child
Drank dirty water
I’m waiting for her to come
To care for me
But she’s tending white chillum
She rocked to sleep
Them white babes
Singin’ ‘bout Old Brer Rabbit
And he’s sleeping
In the dark
And when she died
For having worked
Worked too hard
He fled the big house
On a winter night
I ran to the West
I escaped the ol’black snake
I ran to the West
I ended up in the trail
I ran to the West
I ended up in the trail
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Some say I’ve been troubled all my days
Some say I’m a slave of wicked lust
By the light of the moon I dance
Don’t want to rock the cradle and cry
I’d rather keep men distracted
With a banjo on my knees
I’d rather keep men distracted
With a banjo on my knees
In the yard under a white oak-tree
I spent the loneliest days of my life
Looking at my sisters growing bellies
At their sons’ dirty faces
Singing sinful and devilish songs
With a banjo on my knees
Singing sinful and devilish songs
My father, he’s full of moonshine whiskey
My mother, she works all day
Hell knows he was handsome
But men tell you more lies
Than stars in the sky
Now I keep men distracted
With a banjo on my knees
With a banjo on my naked knees
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4. |
El Malpais
04:08
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From behind the coal-black rock
I saw a young man in gray
His horse gave out, his fellows rode away
And the braves were creeping up on them
The white man’s war has reached El Malpais
The land of frozen fires
Gray and blue uniforms sneaked into
The land of frozen fires
He’s sitting near a deep water hole
Dead animals bathe in the once pure waters
There’s nothing but silence
And he’s looking all around
He’s looking all around in fear
The white man’s war has reached El Malpais
The land of frozen fires
Gray and blue uniforms sneaked into
The land of frozen fires
Can he feel the demented souls
Of those who passed here long ago?
Is he afraid of the Spanish friars
Searching for the seven cities?
The white men crossed la Jornada del Muerto
They’re drunk on blood, we’re drunk on life
In the land of frozen fires
In the land of frozen fires
They say we’re cruel and remorseless
But I remember nights flaring red
With burning pueblos
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Goin' up the trail
04:25
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When you’re a poor boy
Born in the South
What you gonna do?
Plant corn or be a cow-boy
Riding day after day
Through clouds of dust
Out in the wild
Far away places
On the lone prairie
When the mind goes free
And when I’m paid off
I go to dances
I take her out
On some lonesome hill
She’s dressed so fine
Yeah she’s a lady
Get down get down
And stay all night with me
But she won’t stay
On a remote cattle ranch
So I’m goin’ up
Goin’ up the trail
Across the trackless plains
I’ll face the wind I’ll face the rain
On the lone prairie
When the mind goes free
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Northfield, MN
05:24
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We must stand by the bridge
Where the river gently flows
The autumn sky is dull
There’s too many people
Oh there’s too many people
In the main streets of Northfield
It all started with this shout
« Get your guns! They’re robbing the bank! »
And with a shot
From my brother’s rifle
Oh! that sound,
A sound I know too well
Oh! that town
We rushed into, yelling
Rocks and bullets rain on us
From the roofs and sidewalks
The smoke’s so thick, the deadmen’s horses
It couldn’t have been worse
We fought for
We killed for
Thirty bucks
It couldn’t have been worse
Before the sun goes down
The manhunt is on
Before the sun goes down
The manhunt is on
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The haunted hunter
04:04
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Among the trees down in the valley
There’s a stranger wanderin’ round
He swallows the night
And scatters the daylight
And leaves no footprints behind
As for many others, war left him on his own
Once a farmer, then a self-made killer
And the hope-killing droughts made him… a buffalo hunter
For he might have been rich
But for sure he was poor
He died in his shaky cabin
Among the trees in the valley below
Among the trees down in the valley
Walks the figure of a wanderin’ soul
Covered with buffalo hides
He’s steppin’ on buffalo bones
As for many others, war left him on his own
Once a farmer, then a self-made killer
And the hope-killing droughts made him… a buffalo hunter
He scatters the daylight he swallows the night
Steppin’ on buffalo bones
Steppin’ on buffalo bones
Steppin’ on buffalo bones
Steppin’ on buffalo bones
Buffalo bones
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8. |
Hush a bye
04:17
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Hush a bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep, little baby
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapple and gray
Coach and six a little horses
Blacks and bays, dapple and gray
Coach and six a little horses
Way down yonder
In de meadow
Lies a poor lil lambie,
And de bee an' de flies
Are peckin' out his eyes,
De po' lil lambie cried, « Mummy!"
Hush a bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep, little baby
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapple and gray
Coach and six a little horses
Blacks and bays, dapple and gray
Coach and six a little horses
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Jim Younger's Spirit Aix En Provence, France
Psych rock laced with blues and folk sonorities, telling dark and tragic tales infused with fuzz guitars, acid organs or weird jew’s harp. Based upon historical testimonies or fantasized, our songs are inspired by Jim Younger’s life, an almost limitless backdrop dealing with various historical subjects - Civil War, Indian Wars, social struggles…, or introspective feelings - regrets and redemption. ... more
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