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Man Of Constant Sorrow
03:34
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In constant sorrow all his days
And I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
And I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised
The place where he was born and raised
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
He has no friends to help him now
And it's fare thee well, my old true lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train
Perhaps he'll die upon this train
When you bury me in some deep, dark valley
For many years where I may lay
And then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
While he is sleeping in his grave
Maybe your friends think I'm a stranger
My face they'll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore
He'll meet you on God's golden shore
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Cigarette Machine
03:24
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Stumbling past your house baby
At the break of the day
I thought I saw your silhouette
Dancing cross the shade
And I went down to the mission
I called and called your name
Till an angel with a face like yours
Came down and let me in
I thought I saw your reflection
In a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter
In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture
On an old broken TV
I swear it was you
Staring back at me
I heard soldier's voices
By the city gate
There were junkies lying on the ground
They made me look away
I spilled you on a mirror
I chopped you into lines
Over some old kitchen sink
I swore I'd let you die
I thought I saw your reflection
In a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter
In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture
On an old broken TV
I swear it was you
Staring back at me
Old radios and broken mirrors
Dog-eared things I read
Worn out movie stars
In faded limousines
I battled through my own charades
Of coffee cups and clowns
I can't keep up with parades
I keep falling down
I thought I saw your reflection
In a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter
In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture
On an old broken TV
I swear it was you
Staring back at me
In a storefront in a picture
On an old broken TV
I swear it was you
Staring back at me
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Big Iron
03:55
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To the town of Agua Fria
Rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him
Didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business
No one dared to make a slip
The stranger there among them
Had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
It was early in the morning
When he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side
Slowly looking all around
"He's an outlaw loose and running"
Came the whisper from each lip
"And he's here to do some business
With the big iron on his hip"
Big iron on his hip
In this town there lived an outlaw
By the name of Texas Red
Many men had tried to take him
And that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer
Though a youth of twenty-four
And the notches on his pistol
Numbered one and nineteen more
One and nineteen more
Now the stranger started talking
Made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizona Ranger
Wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw
Back alive, or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter
He was after Texas Red
After Texas Red
Wasn't long before the story
Was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry
Men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him
Twenty men had made a slip
Twenty-one would be the Ranger
With the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
The morning passed so quickly
It was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven
When they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows
Everybody held their breath
They knew this handsome Ranger
Was about to meet his death
'Bout to meet his death
There was forty feet between them
When they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the Ranger
Is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather
'Fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the Ranger's aim was deadly
With the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
It was over in a moment
And the folks had gathered round
There before them lay the body
Of the outlaw on the ground
Oh, he might have went on livin'
But he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the Ranger
With the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
Big iron, big iron
When he tried to match the Ranger
With the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
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Elizabeth
04:01
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I’ve done wrong oh Elizabeth
I’ve done wrong
Oh I killed the sheriff’s son
And though he drew on me first, I’ve always been cursed
I’ve done wrong oh Elizabeth
I’ve done wrong
So hide Elizabeth, won’t you hide
‘Cause they’re coming, they’re going to hang us high
And I’ll fight them the best I can,
But they’re bringing ten men
So hide, oh Elizabeth, hide
I see them, Elizabeth, do you see
They are riding hard across the prairie
Seven on horses, the others on feet
I see them, Elizabeth, do you see
Get my gun, oh Elizabeth, get my gun
I’ll cover you just take the children and run
Those crime with me they’ll kill our whole family
Get my gun, oh Elizabeth, get my gun
I’m shot Elizabeth I’m shot
Because I emptied my gun, the last man he dropped
Though they drew on me first, I’ve always been cursed
But I’m shot, oh Elizabeth, I’m shot
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High On Something
04:17
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There was a gunfight in the diner last night
And I left with a little more money than when I walked in
I really ought to get back home to my sweet Suzanne
Before I spend it all forgetting my sins
Heard my name on the radio this morning
Guess the man last night he didn’t live
And I really would’ve sworn that I missed him
Guess I can’t hang with my old shaking hands
Cause I was high on something
And I was going faster than a train
She was saying I love you
I was leaving again
Cause I was high on something
Stole a truck from this woman outside of Tulsa
She said I’ve got kids I said I don’t give a damn
And I drove all night across the blacktop and I was raging
To them prairie fields turned to desert sand
I was high on something
I was going faster than a train
She was saying I love you
I was leaving again
Till there’s nothing left just codeine
Till there’s nothing left just codeine
Till there’s nothing left just codeine
I was high on something
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