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Junior's eyes, looked up to the skies in tears. He prayed that his maker. The giver and taker would hear. Junior sighed, as his hands reached out to the sky. Junior cried, the day that his best
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My sweet child was seen across town. With some stranger man. She had a smile on her face, looked out of place. Suitcase was in her hand Junior saw it happen. Why didn't I listen to you? Hey
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Well, Northern Georgia, highway 41. Beside the carpet mills and the gas stations. There was a music store slash radio shack. With the sound of dreamers jammin' in the back Well, we rocked all night
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John Henry was about three days old,. Sittin' on his papa's knee. He picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel;. Said, "Hammer's gonna be the death of me, Lord, Lord. Hammer's gonna be the
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They call me Junior, I live here on the street. I earn two hundred dollars a week. I'd like to say, "Hey, thanks a lot" I know I'm missin' something. But I don't know what it is. That I don't got
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Little Jesse Younger was a well respected lad. Doing all he could to please his mommy and his dad. But he never planned to be the man they said that he'd become. Somehow or another now his little
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Miller's angels in black and white. Welcome everyone in. Children dreaming of wrong and right. Wrapped in grace and in sin. They come out of the blue sky. They come out of the blue. They come ou
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I miss the thrill of grammar school romances. I miss the junior prom and graduation dances. The gossip in assembly hall. I'm homesick, that's all. . I miss the gang that hangs around at Miller's
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It's a long way to tipperary. It's a long way to go. . I say, I say, I say, I say. etc. Chicken noises by Pete
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Well, there's Frank James and Jesse James. Billy the Kid and all the rest. Supposed to be some bad cats. Way out in the West If those cats could of dug me. And my gangster ways. They would have
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There were three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try. And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn would die. They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed, thrown
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solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn. They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone. And the miller he has served him worse than that. For he's ground him between two stones
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solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn. They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone. And the miller he has served him worse than that. For he's ground him between two stones
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solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn. They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone. And the miller he has served him worse than that. For he's ground him between two stones
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poor John Barleycorn They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks. To cut him skin from bone. And the miller he has served him worse than that. For he's ground him between two stones And little Sir
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pump out front and some junk out back. But inside there was always a hot cup of coffee. And a warm place around the fire for anyone. John pumped gas for a livin' and he fixed tires on the side. And I
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Outlaw Pete. He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail. At six months old he'd done three months in jail. He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet. All he said was
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Outlaw Pete. He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail. At six months old he'd done three months in jail. He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet. All he said was
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She said, "Dear John, I'm moving on. By this time I'm gonna be long gone. Dear John, c'est la vie, dear John. So long, you've seen the last of me" I don't want her back, I won't even try. This time
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Song Halifax - Pete Yorn. Terrorize the ones you love the most. Take a while to get back from your ghost. It's a miracle you ever left that home. Got something for nothing. Yeah you want to be alone
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. Long, long John. . Woman say don't have no fear. I'm going to the corner to get some beer. Lost John say, don't buy no beer. Sheriff 's on my trail and he'll soon be here. . Long, long lost John