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Someday I'm Gonna Die
04:02
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"someday i'm gonna die"
e a e a
e
save me save me
e
i have sinned
a e
i know i'll do it again
i don't know how it begins
a
but someday it's gonna end
(chorus)
g c d g
i don't know how i get by
g c d
i weep i weep i weep
g
i cry
i don't know how i stay alive
someday i'm gonna die
baby baby hear my plea
below the ground i'm free
running running
day i see...
someday underground i'll flee
chorus
(in the recording this is fd up...use lyrics from first chorus)
winter winter
comes and goes
my safety under snow
summer
brings me i don't know
i just want fast to slow
mother, mother
it tortures me
to think what cannot be
nothin makes me bend a knee
i weep i weep to see
runnin' runnin' must i beg
my head my heart my legs
my bones will break before the day
i hope i plead i pray
chorus
end.
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Tears of Blood
03:08
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tears of blood
she was dressed in a dress of white
but that woman's soul was as dark as night
she was dressed in a vail of lace
tears of blood dried on her face
oh me, oh my
tears of blood that girl would cry
early in the morning when the sun gets fed
that girl goes walking
walking dead
there she goes with her high heels on
walking midnight
walking dawn
oh me, oh my
tears of blood that girl would cry
she wears diamonds, bright cold clean
she wears diamonds like a queen
there she goes with her high heeled shoes
that woman's broken down
black and blue
oh me, oh my
tears of blood that girl would cry
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3. |
Gotta Get Back
02:37
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gotta get back
gotta get back to santa fe
southwestern colorado
way up high, way down low
gypsies and tobacco
i never had any answers
honey weren't no gambler, he's just a rambler i know
country girl, mountain wife, so they told me i'm getting older
heart and soul
lovin' underwater
preacher cried for his daughter
from here to someday
nothin' ends
what's there, just more to begin
sante fe
southwestern colorado
gypsies and tobacco
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4. |
Hold My Hand
03:35
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nothin' matters, nothin' ever did
nothin' matters, nothin' ever did
sun's gone dark, the moon's on fire
hold my hand
don't try those foolish ways with me
do not try those foolish ways with me
don't try those foolish ways, hold my hand
where you goin' baby, where you been
where you join' baby, where you been
stay awhile, sway awhile
hold my hand
been so lonesome darlin', been so long
been so lonesome darlin', been so long
stay awhile, sway awhile
for this last dance
rain keeps fallin' from the bright blue sky
rain keeps fallin' down for you and i
pavement's drowned, pavement's lost, lost from sight
please, oh, please, let me know you're near
please, oh, please, let me know you're near
pavement's drowned, pavement's lost, lost from sight
please keep and hold and honor me
please keep and hold and honor me
hold, hold me close for this last dance
nothin' matters when the world is gone
nothin' matters when the world is gone
see you when it is new again
hold my hand
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i heart you wilson pickett
i cannot say what the night may promise
i cannot rest until i'm week to the bone
i don't know why nighttime makes me restless
but my tears,(my tears) my tears (my tears) my tears dry on their own (x2)
no one can break a heart already broken
no one can tell the future once it has pat
nothing seems real to someone who aint pretending
my tears cast shadows(shadows), shadows (shadows) but shadows never last (x2)
i don't know how my feet keep moving
i cannot say what my voice may do
and my tears pour over you
yes my tears(my tears) my tears(my tears) my tears pour over you
i don't know what might happen
when the darkness comes
but i know i won't be alone
when the dealings done
sometimes my thoughts turn cold and dreary
i know i don't got no place to run
i just think how i love you so dearly
for you my tears, my tears, my tears pour everyone.
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Baby Money Chicago, Illinois
Baby Money (aka Pamela Maurer) was born in the Rust Belt before it rusted over, behind the mirror and in the belly of a great beast – a wild west futuristic Wednesday Addams, a Firestarter. She speaks languages, plays instruments, carries cash, and is very excited for this moment. And also this one. Baby Money loves your face. ... more
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