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Prarie Fire
02:54
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There's a prairie fire burning in my mind baby tonight
With the coals stoked glowing hot 'til they get bright white
So come on you gotta tag along 'til they set things right
We're gonna march to Montgomery in the pale moonlight
There's a prairie fir burning in my mind baby tonight
With some people down on their backs thinking this ain't right
So we'll see if the dawn can set us a little more on sight
Everybody's riding for free as it's everyone's fight
We're gonna go to the ghetto, hit the bordello
Everybody come outside
We're one big nation, like a UN training station
Everybody's showing their pride
There's a prairie fire burning in my eyes baby tonight
You gotta three minute warning to join or get outta sight
To stand aside is to take their side alright
So c'mon we're gonna take 'em on as they ain't that bright
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2. |
Lights Of Downtown
02:55
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Written by Stephen McCarthy
Packed my bags, packed it in
Never coming back her again
Paid my dues and stayed in line
16 years of serving my time
Now what I did I do regret
All the days that I had wept
Up all night and you can bet
I've got a live with that
See the lights of downtown
It's where I shot that ol' man down
Now he's calling me
Calls my insanity
Now when I walk and people say
How can he just away
Had a gun, no daughter, no son
One life is gone and one begun
Now what I did I do regret
All the days that I had wept
Up all night and you can bet
I've got a live with that
See the lights of downtown
It's where I shot that ol' man down
Now he's calling me
Calls my insanity
I can't run away, I can't hide
Its a slow death, for me inside
See the lights of downtown
It's where I shot that ol' man down
Now he's calling me
Calls my insanity
See the lights of downtown
It's where I shot that ol' man down
Now he's calling me
Calls my insanity
See the lights of downtown
It's where I shot that ol' man down
Now he's calling me
Calls my insanity
See the lights of downtown
It's where I shot that ol' man down
Now he's calling me
Calls my insanity
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3. |
Man Of Misery
03:33
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He walks but he walks real slow
And he don't have too much to say
If you see him hnaging around
Get his back on the ground
Didn't tell him about the noise
Didn't really have a choice
If you see him on the street
Help him out now can't you see
When push comes top shove
With that sound from up above
What's left to see
That man of misery
Now he left got on that plane
Came back but not the same
If it seems he's not all there
Help him out now don't you care
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4. |
A Stitch In Time
04:01
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Thread the needle with one eye closed
Steady hand like a jeweller do you suppose
Save my world with just one poke
But don't try to fix it if it ain't broke
But a stitch in time is fine if you know what you're doin'
Got bombs that whistle
You got bombs that sing
But they got 'em too
Don't mean a goddamn thing
Do you believe, the winner in time
Will be the one with the most toys at the finish line
A stitch in time is fine if you know what you're doin'
But I don't understand what you're doin'
With that blood on your hands
I don't know
It's not a case of black or white
It's not a case or wrong or right it seems
Just one thing that I know is true
You're just as damned if you're doin' it too
It seems
Don't wanna argue
Don't wanna place no blame
Each generation thought they'd be different
Just to end up the same
'Cause that money screams while ideals die
But you can't pull the wool over this boy's eyes
Yeah a stitch in time is fine if you nkow what you're doin'
But I don't understanda what you're doin'
With that blood on your hands
I don't know
I don't know
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5. |
State Of My Union
05:25
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Walk a little with me, won't you carry a bit of my song
I wanna tell a little story 'bout the place where I was born
If I start slowin' down 'n' throw in too many "you all's"
Won'tcha bear with me buddy as I think I'm feeling the call
Let me first off say that I don't know just what you heard
But I read a little 'bout it and I don't believe a word
So let's stroll to the kitchen where we'll start this meal from scratch
I smell something cookin' and I want right in that first batch
Corn bread, stock cars minor league baseball too
Woods full of grizzlies where the alligators chomp on you
Alabama football, man, you gotta try it
Did I tell you my old man looks a little bit like Bear Bryant
We got candied yams, sunsets in the fall
We got a minstrel preacher showman
He's a preachin' up a ball
We got state fairs, go-karts, crashing round in bumper cars
We got drunks getting drunker while the sober get thrown out of the bar
Front porch swing where you know you know who you are
Hey Dad I can explain 'bout the stains in the back of the car
We gave you blues and jazz and country and western too
We oughta ask for 'em back after what you put 'em through
We got lotsa rivers, lotsa fields and streams
Maybe it ain't exactly heaven but it's certainly part of my dreams
So you just walk a little with me, won't you carry a bit of my song
I wanna tell you a story 'bout the place where I was born
If I start slowin' down 'n' throw in too many "you all's"
Won't you bear with me honey as I think I'm feeling the call
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Well I left my man on the other side
Harriet Tubman's gonna carry me home
On the underground railroad I will ride
Harriet Tubman's gonna carry me home
At night I ride on that Northern Star
Harriet Tubman's gonna carry me home
If I gotta go to heaven then I'll go that far
Harriet Tubman's gonna carry me home
They say that old Dred Scott
Will put his hooks on me
But they ain'y made the shackles
That'll keep me from wrestlin' free
Well I left my family on the other side
Harriet Tubman's gonna carry me home
They ain't got their freedom but they got their pride
Harriet Tubman's gonna carry me home
And there's more of them as there's more of me
Ain't nothing ever gonna stop us wwrestlin' free
If Joshua need a soldier let him come to me
As my life is but a shackle to this block of stone
When Jericho is falling let them call on me
Though I never had a past I got a will to be
They say that Frederick Douglass
Is an exception to their rules
Well I just read my Bible
And if they're right they're fools
Well I left my man on the other side
On the underground railroad I will ride
At night I ride on a Northern Star
If I gotta go to heaven then I'll go that far
If I gotta go to heaven then I'll go that far
If I gotta go to heaven then I'll go that far
Harriet Tubman's gonna carry me home
Harriet Tubman's gonna carry me home
Harriet Tubman's gonna carry me home
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7. |
Capturing The Flag
04:05
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She sings alone and brings the kinda light to wash your sorrow
She waits for many things, including lies
What can she do, what can she do
She wants to mess so bad
She wants to be held and be had
She goes to church alone
For love on Sunday
What will she do, what will she do
Roads they cross is wide
Comrades in arms
St Christopher guides them capturing the flag
A-walking in in-line
Those they left behind
St Tristan for those capturing the flag
Now many times she passes
Plans so filled with pale tomorrows
Soldiers bring back lies, instead of lives
What can you do, what can you do
Roads they cross is wide
Comrades in arms
St Christopher guides them capturing the flag
A-walking in in-line
Those they left behind
St Tristan for those capturing the flag
She once had a boy
She once had a husband too
She once had a son
She once had a husband too
They take them from the ground, shine them a light
Pass them in review, tell them that was life
What could they do, what could they do
Roads they cross is wide
Comrades to arms
St Christopher guides them capturing the flag
A-walking in in-line
Those they left behind
St Tristan for those capturing the flag
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8. |
Long Story Short
04:34
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Porch breezes in the afternoon
Summer when it's gone too soon
Rain cooling off the heat
Driving to the county seat
Tall tales draggin' behind you
Sittin' 'neath the sheltering sky
The empties, you and I
Underneath a marquee moon
Lazy nights in your room
Tall tales draggin' behind you
Making a long story short
Making a long story short
Making a long story short
Tall tales draggin' behind you
Colours in the autumn sun
School days when they've jsut begun
Slippin' down the river's side
Splashing in the nick of time
Tall tales draggin' behind you
Making a long story short
Don't talk about it
They'll haul you in court
Don't talk about it
Make a long story short
Making a long story short
Making a long story short
Making a long story short
Don't talk about it
Don't file no report
Don't talk about it
Make a long story short
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9. |
Baby's In Toyland
04:30
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Baby's gone down to toyland
Shoppin' for a brand new gun
Baby's gone down to toyland
'Cause that's how her whole life's been run
It's run off the backs of those who have no say
Run down in front of people in the way
Baby's gone down to toyland
The heat makes her whole world go 'round
Baby's gone down to toyland
The carousel stoppped in her town
Never do the right guys call her
When they call her at all
Quiet, there's the phone line
The static says it all
And all the crimees against her
Change her colours like the fall
And bad times which never left
Are starting to wind down
Baby's gone down to toyland
Stoppin' by a brand new gun
My baby's gone down to toyland
The metal makes her think that she's won
No clouds burst into her daytime
She's got her own thunder now
The scenes seen on her street
Can feel her sadness wow
Wind down
Wind you right down
Wind you right away
Baby's gonna take her own life into her hands
Baby's gonna taker her own life into her hands
Baby walks down Canal Street
Reachin' for her steely blue friend
Baby pulls out her mean street
An out of state means to an end
No more will a boy who's fadin'
Make her feel like toys to men
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10. |
I Want You Bad
02:42
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Lately, it's been drivin' me mad
Cause you're the best thing that I've ever had
And I want you...want you bad
C'mon, let's give it a whirl
So we can shake up
This whole wide world
And I want you...want you bad
I'm all run out of things to do
But I've got no other plans but you
Never, never be sad
I want to make you feel so glad
And I want you...want you bad
Thinking I'm going to lose my head
You know the phone line is taking too much bread
And I want you...want you bad
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11. |
Spectacular Fall
04:17
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Didya hear the one about the lawyer and the doctor?
They were planning to make a house call
All alone they were plotting out against me
Nearly had my back to the wall
Time and time were working out against me
I really had a close call
'Til you threw love and hoppe in my direction
Nearly had a spectacular fall
Spectacular fall
If a rich man's wealthy 'cause he counts his heroes
And numbers them all his friends
Is a poor man docked a notch for the time
He didnt' get the numbers to spend?
I've seen the world from the floor of my bedroom
With the covers pulled over my head
Many's the time I'd have made you mine
If only at the time I'd said
Time and time were working out against me
I really had a close call
'Til you threw love and hope in my direction
Nearly had a spectacular fall
If a carpenter came to build glass houses
Would you hand out stones?
Knowing full well there ain't a chance in hell
Of me ascending any thrones
I've seen the world staring back in my mirror
The daylights scared out of me
You threw love anda rope in my direction
Nearly had a spectacular fall
Spectacular fall!
Spectacular fall!
Spectacular!
Spectacular fall!
Spectacular fall!
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12. |
I Had A Dream
03:57
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Tried so hard to explain
The way things are and how quick they can change
But you never listened you just turned your head
Never even heard a single word that he said
While it's true now that I'm not a saint
I felt pain when you live to hate
Said it before and I'll say it again
Leave me alone man or treat me like a friend
I had a dream last night
Everybody's laughing and everything was alright
Still some hope in sight, that was last night
I had a dream last night
Nobody's crying, nobody's frightened
Still some hope in sight, that was last night
Well if it seems like I sound like the rest
We're trying hard not to be too depressed
Once they take everything I've left, it's so easy
So if you're dreaming I hhope that you do
Wish for the best and hope that it comes true
Who knows what they'll leave when they're through
I had a dream last night
Everybody's laughing and everything was alright
Still some hope in sight, that was last night
I had a dream last night
Nobody's crying, nobody's frightened
Still some hope in sight, that was last night
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I was in Atlanta when the news came on TV
I was washing dishes just to get my meals for free
Remember grandpa talking and this he said to me
As long as I live it'll never happen again
When the poets hopped a ride out west
Grandpa got us by just sweeping floors
Now everybody's leaving town
Sell the house and sell the farm
But you just can't ride the boxcars anymore
Now everybody's feeling all confused
They went to get their money and they got refused
Somebody burned 1st National down last night
Smashed and looted daddy's shop downtown
And grandpa said it'd never happen again
The lesson it was learned real good before
Now everybody's leaving town
Sell the house and sell the farm
But you just can't ride the boxcars anymore
Looking for the few friends I have left
To see if we can hitch a ride with someone else
The headin' east a thousand miles or so
But some one puts a knife into my back
When the poets hopped a ride out west
Grandpa got us by just sweeping floors
Now everybody's leaving town
Sell the house and sell the farm
But you just can't ride the boxcars anymore
Now everybody's leaving town
Sell the house and sell the farm
But you just can't ride the boxcars anymore
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14. |
Gunslinger Man
03:07
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Well he came into town with
His gun on his hips
Fortified at night by some little pink slips
Silver Smith and Wesson with a
Pearl handled butt
Cut polished shinin' from his hand to the nut
Don't you know he's a gunslinger man
'N' he does the best that he can
But you know he's a gunslinger man
'N' he won the West with his hand
He used to be feared for the length of his gun
Today he's known for the strength of his tongue
In Poinsettia Park with Russian immigrants
Hard as they work they're never heaven sent
Don't you know he's a gunslinger man
'N' he does the best that he can
But you know he's a gunslinger man
'N' he won the West with his hand
Eight lines or worse, ten maids awaitin'
He's thinking so loud that his teeth are grating
False idols calling from his dusk to his dawn
Got his daddy wonderin' what the hell he is on
You'd see it in his eyes, see it in his verse
Minute 'n' a half short of a ride in a hearse
He needs no badges to identify him
He's the owner/operator of original sin
Don't you know he's a gunslinger man
'N' he does the best that he can
But you know he's a gunslinger man
'N' he won the West with his hand
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I thought I saw some diplomat hawking secret plans in the park
I thought I saw my President walking through Harlem late after dark
In a world of love where they burn like Nero
You write them a check and you then add zero
In a world of love where they burn like Nero
You write them a check and you then add zero
Looking For Lewis And Clark
I was standing alone in Mabuhay Gardens (looking for Lewis and Clark!)
I was thinking about the late Tim Hardin
Well, when Tim get to heaven hope he told Gram
About the Long Ryders and just who I am
Yeah, no one gave Tim reason to believe
So he just packed his bags to leave
Looking for Lewis and Clark
Looking for Lewis and Clark
Looking for Lewis and Clark
I thought I saw my government running away with my heart
I thought I heard Mubute anthems in Johannesburg after dark
You can find them in the yellow pages, baby
That's where you get your kickbacks from the Navy
Looking for Lewis and Clark
Looking for Lewis and Clark
Looking for Lewis and Clark
I said a Louie-Louie Lou...
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16. |
Prisoners Of Rock
04:08
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17. |
10-5-60
05:17
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At every little party
It gets a little hard
To get 'em up and dancin'
To make 'em walk the yard
If the Dancers don't feel it
Nobody's gonna move
Yet if they just shake it
You'll really hear a groove
Now every time I'm feel it
I always catch a fire
Drummer keepin' up the time
Sound just like a choir
If the band don't feel it
Push will come to shove
Or on a riff they'll steal it
A sound from up above
I need ten five sixty times
I'm working out my problems as I'm working out my mind
I need ten five sixty times
I'm working out my problems as I'm working out my mind
People comin' through the doors
Party goin' on
People coming down the street
Been here much too long
If the cops don't catch us
We'll probably go to jail
If the cops do nab us
We'll never get the bail
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The Long Ryders Los Angeles, California
The Long Ryders founded alt-country with their 1984 album, Native Sons, and helped codify and popularise Americana throughout their career. Crossing Byrds/Buffalo Springfield electric guitars and harmonies with a Sex Pistols/Ramones rhythm section was their idea and their legacy. Their signature songs Looking For Lewis And Clark and I Had A Dream have never left the airwaves. ... more
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