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Lyrics to Walkin' by Willie Nelson
(as learned, folk style at a Strawberry campground, from Ray Vazira) :
Verse 1:
After carefully considering the whole situation,
I stand here with my back against the wall.
Walkin' is better than running away,
and crawlin' ain't no good at all.
Verse 2:
If guilt is the question, then truth is the answer,
I've been lying to me all along
There ain't nothing worth saving here except one another
so before you wake up I'll be gone
Repeat verse 1 twice.
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Lyrics to The Ramblin' Kind / Walkin' Medley
Verse 1 (of Walkin'):
After carefully considering the whole situation,
I stand here with my back against the wall.
Walkin' is better than running away,
and crawlin' ain't no good at all.
Chorus (Ramblin' Kind):
Babe you know I'm just the ramblin' kind
Though I've tried I cannot seem to change my soul
I've been standing here so long, pretending I belong
but my heart never left the open road
Verse 2 (Walkin'):
If guilt is the question, then truth is the answer,
I've been lying to me all along
There ain't nothing worth saving here except one another
so before you wake up I'll be gone
Chorus (Ramblin' Kind):
Babe you know I'm just the ramblin' kind
Though I've tried I cannot seem to change my soul
I've been standing here so long, pretending I belong
but my heart never left the open road
Bridge (Ramblin' Kind)
Sometimes I wish I had roots to cling to,
I guess we all miss the things we lack
But the only thing in my whole world that's never changed
is my love for the wind against my back
Alt. Chorus (Ramblin' Kind):
Babe you know I'm just the ramblin' kind
Though I've tried for you I cannot change my soul
It pains me to leave you, I don't like to let you go
but my heart never left the open road
Tag ending
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Before I Stop Loving You
03:10
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Before I Stop Loving You:
I've been waiting on the end of time
for you to learn your wrong from right
but you can't seem to find your higher ground
'n I don't know but I guess you've been told
your touch is worth its weight in gold,
you think you've the right to fool around
Oh baby, you're driving me crazy
I know what any sane woman would do
But I'll stop loving the shit you've been shoveling
a long time before I stop loving you
Well I don't think I am weak of mind
but you've convinced me time and time again
that you intended to be true
Now I know that you have said the same
to other girls, I know their names
I've seen the letters you signed 'I love you.'
Oh baby, you're driving me crazy
I know what any sane woman would do
But I'll stop loving the shit you've been shoveling
a long time before I stop loving you
So I met with Jenni Jo and Linda Sue and Bobby Jean
to decide your ever loving fate
We agreed you'd never change your ways
you dug yourself an early grave
it's time to meet your final resting place
(instrumental break over chorus)
By the tracks there is an old cock shack
has an outhouse in the back
got you drunk and laid you on the floor
one by one we told you pretty things
made you cry and beg and sing
and then we dropped you ten feet down the hole
Oh baby, you done drove me crazy
A sane woman would leave you and be through
But I'll stop loving the shit that I'm shoveling
a long time before I stop loving you.
Yeah, I'll stop loving the shit that I'm shoveling
a long time before I stop loving you.
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Good Lovin’ (And the Trees Reach Out) Mandalyn May 2012
I fell in love with the Sycamore tree,
I fell in love with the Laurel
I fell in love with a child the same as me,
just an old soul in a living mortal
and the trees, and the trees reach out their leaves,
high into the sky above ‘em
and the trees, and the trees reach out their leaves,
to remind us ‘bout good loving
I fell in love with the Ash and the Bay,
I fell in love with the Rowan
I fell in love for to be swept away
to be guided and nourished by the knowing
and the trees, and the trees reach out their leaves,
high into the sky above ‘em
and the trees, and the trees reach out their leaves,
to remind us ‘bout good loving
to remind us ‘bout good loving
BREAK (OVER VERSE)
As I stand quite still upon the earth I can feel it in my bones
The love that pours right through the skin
of the flow’rs, the trees, and the stones
and the trees, and the trees reach out their leaves,
high into the sky above ‘em
and the trees, and the trees reach out their leaves,
to remind us ‘bout good loving
to remind us ‘bout good loving
I fell in love with the nut and the berry.
I fell in love with the acorn
‘Cause all good living things spring from a tiny seed
reaching up and out to be born
Reach your hands, reach your hands into the sky,
reach your hands, reach your hands out
Reach your hands, reach your hands into the sky,
reach up, reach up, reach out
Reach up, reach up, reach out.
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I was born on my mama's mountain,
they used to call it hallowed ground
and on that day a tree was planted
papa said my roots were sound
but by the time I took to running
men they came with their machines
piece of paper, said they owned her
they'd do with her as they pleased.
Told my papa we could stay here
if he'd work digging their mines
he and mama chose together
we would not leave this land behind
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go
when you can't go home, when you can't go home?
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go
when you can't go home, when you can't go home?
Brother Johnny, he died quickly,
when the mountain crushed his bones,
Pa and Peter, Uncle Thomas,
coughed up lungs full up with coal
Twenty years, I watched them dying
twenty years I could not go.
Till the tree that was born with me
fell to the ground, bound for mexico
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go
when you can't go home, when you can't go home?
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go
when you can't go home, when you can't go home?
I do not blame my mama's mountain
I blame the money, pride and greed
of those who claim what can not be owned and
make both men and mountain bleed
I have traveled round this country,
I have traveled far and wide
everywhere the same old story
a few take the money, and damn the countryside
Where we gonna go, where we gonna go
when we can't go home, when we can't go home?
Where we gonna go, where we gonna go
when we can't go home, when we can't go home?
Well I was born on my mama's mountain
they used to call it hallowed ground
there's a deep hole in the earth now
but no mountain, no mountain can be found
Where we gonna go, where we gonna go
when we can't go home, when we can't go home?
Where we gonna go, where we gonna go
when we can't go home, when we can't go home?
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Good Life ftr. the ECC
03:21
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I was born just west of Paradise, on the outskirts on the edge.
You can tell me that you've got it nice, but this is where I like it
In California, everyone warns you don't grow up too hard or too fast,
Here in the neighborhood, we like to savor good,
Yeah we know how to make the good life last.
We're gonna make it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm gonna celebrate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
and have a good time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Come on and celebrate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
And live a good life
I'm not looking for the easy road, I know nothing good comes 'round for free.
I'll work hard to build the world I love, 'cause it's where I want to be.
Don't have much money, don't need it honey, don't you know that's not how this garden grows
Life love and laughter, that's what I'm after, 'cause there's nothing better baby and you know it. You know it!
Repeat Chorus
I'm gonna dig down deep
I'm gonna plant a seed
Feed it gratitude, love, and joy, joy, joy
until it fills the galaxy, (x3)
well are you with me?
Repeat Chorus :)
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Bruises Mandalyn May 2011
There are bruises on my heart, taking their sweet time to heal
‘cause I fall in love so hard, I fall fast enough to feel
the muscle breaking apart
the fire burning out of the spark within me
There are bruises on my shins, cause I fell head over heels
love for me comes like the wind, bowls me over and I
cannot resist, though I’ve tried,
I fail in this every time every time
and I am learning to be still, to let good things come to me
but oh it’s taking all my will... and in the end I’m just a bird
chasing the bee with her song
hoping for honey was I wrong, was I
There are bruises on my heart, taking their sweet time to heal
‘cause I loved you from the start, but you don’t feel the way I feel
don’t even see the way I feel
or if you do... baby, it doesn’t matter to you.
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Mandalyn May Chico, California
From sweet & soulful to hopping & hollering, Mandalyn May (of Sons of Jefferson, Hop Holler & Hum) shines on ukulele, guitar, & mountain dulcimer. With a voice reminiscent of Appalachia and a fresh, percussive playing style, she relates stories of life, love, murder and history with gentle gusto. RIYL: lyrics, quirky humor, and open hearted love songs. ... more
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