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"Bull Rider"

"Bull Rider"



Well, first you gotta want to get off,
Bad enough to want to get on in the first place
And you better trust in your lady luck
Pray to God that she don't give up on you right now

Live fast
Die young
Bull rider

One hand hold is all you got
To pit you and the bull against the clock and a course crowd
And once apon a spinning ton
Nothing else you've ever done can pull this way
You're just outside the bucking chute
You lose a spur and you lose your seat and you lose yourself
By now he's bucking mean and dirty
Slinging mud and cowboy boots and kicking clowns

No fools
No fun
Bull rider

You gotta feel the way he's moving, you gotta watch his head
And brace yourself for anything that render you might dead
You know the art of hanging loose is hanging just as tight
Well, it's something like a hurricane that's dancing with a kite

Well, the rodeo is more than rough
It's a fact of life and it's tough to cut and it's beaver hats
It's drinking beer and pulling trailers
Tight lemae on barrel racers and a horse bucking

No rides
No pay
Bull rider

Live fast
Die young
Bull rider

Bull rider.
 
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"Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie"

"Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie"



Lord, I've never lived where churches grow I loved creation better
As it stood That day you finished it so long ago And looked upon your work and
Called it good I know that others find you in the light That sifted down through
Tinted window panes And yet I seem to feel you near tonight In this dim, quiet
Starlight on the plains I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well That you've
Made my freedom so complete That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell Nor weak
Eyed prisoner of Waller Street Just let me live my life as I've begun And give
Me work that's open to the sky Make me a partner of the wind and sun And I won't
Ask a life that's soft or high Let me be easy on the man that's down Let me be
Square and generous with all I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town But
Never let them say I'm mean or small Make me as big and open as the plains And
Honest as the horse between my knees Clean as a wind that blows behind the rains
Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I
Forget You know about the reasons that are hid You understand the things that
Gall or fret Well, you knew me better than my mother did Just keep an eye on all
That's done or said And right me

Sometimes when I turn aside
And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead
That stretched upward toward the great divide

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day

Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a shallow grave just six by three
We buried him there on the lone Prairie.
 
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"Busted"

"Busted"



My bills are all due and the babies need shoes,
But I'm Busted
Cotton's gone down to a quarter a pound
And I'm Busted

I got a cow that's gone dry
And a hen that won't lay
A big stack of bills
Getting bigger each day
The county's gonna haul my belongings away,
But I'm Busted

So I called on my brother to ask for a loan
'Cause I was Busted
I hate to beg like a dog for a bone,
But I'm Busted

My brother said, "there's not a thing I can do,
My wife and my kids
Are all down with the flu
And I was just thinkin' about callin' on you,
'Cause I'M Busted."

Lord, I ain't no thief, but a man can go wrong,
When he's Busted
The food that we canned last summer is gone,
But I'm Busted

Now the fields are all bare
And the cotton won't grow
Me and my family's gotta pack up and go
But I'll make a living, just where, I don't know
'Cause I'm Busted
 
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"Cajun Born"

"Cajun Born"



Left pretty Jo.I was born on the bayoo thirty miles out of LaFaiette
My daddy was a Cajun man and he taught me how to plow
I remember mama's breakfast goosh-goosh in the caye
Steam syrup upon the banje I wish I had me some now
I'm a Cajun born I'm a Cajun bred and when I die I'll be Cajun dead
If I die in Alaska if I die in Ohio my soul will find it's way back to the bayou

Went to church every Sunday had a French talkin' preacher man
We kids joked about the preacher man cause we thought he wore a dress
After church we had a party Cajun music on the phonograph
Harry Short singing Jole Blon made a singer out of me
I'm a Cajun born...

When I get enough to marry get myself a Cajun lady
Somethin' sorta like my mama cause I ain't no other no other kind
And wherever fortune takes me with the breaks or makes me
Memory won't forsake me got Louisiana on my mind
I'm a Cajun born...
 
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"Calilou"

"Calilou"



Well I'm finally goin' back to Louisiana
Runnin' and thumbin' all the way
That started out way out in California
I been makin' bout five hundred miles a day

I covered all the beaches on the west coast
From Mexico Crason City Bay
But Calilou was not in California
That's where her daddy came from by the way

And by the way her mother was a cajun
She came from New Orleans I've heard her say
And it's just like a girl to wanna see her mama
So I might find her there along the way

Calilou Calilou well they should have call you restless
Well they should have call you drifter
Yeah they should have call you trouble instead of Calilou

I reacall the first time that I saw her
I picked her up near Phoenix in my car
Just another beauty seekin' fame and fortune
And I told her if she should be a movie star

The next time I saw her was Tucumcari
She served my bowl of chili with a smile
I said it's been a year since I last saw you
Wonder how'd you like to share a few good miles

Well the justice of the peace was very sleepy
I held her in my arms a whole night long
I whispered words like settle down and family
And when I woke up my Calilou was gone

Calilou Calilou well they should have call you restless
Well they should have call you drifter
Yeah they should have call you trouble instead of Calilou

Calilou Calilou well they should have call you restless
Well they should have call you drifter
Yeah they should have call you trouble instead of Calilou

It's a long way to New Orleans

Well I got plenty of time

Me too you know it's lot of fun just seein' what the next day has to offer
You never know what round the next bend

Or what we're gonna find either

Do you know what I just wonder how long a man has to look before he finds himself

I just got the feelin' that the fire was burnin' out
Cause the air was turnin' colder every time you came about
And a flame won't take a fannin' if the last reserve of love is runnin' low
So since I've gotta button up I believe I'll hit the road and go

Country road 6-40 state highway 45
Life out of the interstate is very much alive
There's magic in the mountains and music in the valleys down below
And my song ain't through playin' yet so I believe I'll hit the road and go
 
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"Call Daddy From The Mines"

"Call Daddy From The Mines"



A little girl woke up deep in the dark and started cryin'
The mother brought a light and held her daughter tight
She thought it was so strange to hear a little girl of nine
Cry call daddy from the mine call daddy from the mine

Her mother wiped the tears and said see honey you're only dreaming
Your dad must work today he has to draw his pay
She left her then but still could hear her cry time after time
Call daddy from the mine call daddy from the mine

Then the countryside was shaken by a mighty rumble
And fear for miles around was the trembling of the ground
The little girl was fast asleep yet cried out one more time
Call daddy from the mine call daddy from the mine

Ten thousand tears and two weeks later deep in the smoking ground
A dying man was found had survived all those around
He'd quickly crawled to a fresh air pocket barely just in time
When he heard his own child whine call daddy from the mine
Call daddy from the mine call daddy from the mine
 
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"Call Me The Breeze"
(with John Carter Cash)

"Call Me The Breeze"
(with John Carter Cash)



Call me the breeze
I keep blowin down the road
Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin down the road
I aint got me nobody
I dont carry me no load

Aint no change in the weather
Aint no changes in me
Well there aint no change in the weather
Aint no changes in me
And I aint hidin from nobody
Nobodys hidin from me
Oh, thats the way its supposed to be

Well I got that green light baby
I got to keep movin on
Well I got that green light baby
I got to keep movin on
Well I might go out to california
Might go down to georgia
I dont know

Well I dig you georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
Well now I dig you georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
But I dont love me no one woman
So I cant stay in georgia long

Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin down the road
Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin down the road
I aint got me nobody
I dont carry me no load
Oooh mr breeze
 
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"Call Of The Wild"

"Call Of The Wild"



Bayou bayou bayou bayou
Now here's a little tale about a flock of geese
Lookin' for a home and lookin' for a peace
But before they're safely in the southern sand
They gotta watch out for the critter called man
There's a goose and a gander and a goslin' child
Headin' on south at the call of the wild
Honk and holler as we go gonna see the Gulf of Mexico
Way up high don't fly low the long toms will get you from the old bayou

Well the wind from the north it chills you to the bone
And the call of the wild is callin' me come home
I'll lead my band of geese a marry trip we'll navigate that mighty Mississipp'
Honk and holler as we go...
Bayou bayou bayou bayou

Honk and holler as we go...

My pappy led this band of twenty-three and the second in command included me
He made one fatal slip and he flew too low the long tom's got him from the old bayou
Honk and holler as we go...
 
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"Call Your Mother"

"Call Your Mother"



When you get a chance
Would you please call your mother
And thank her for the good years that we had?
Gently break the news that you don't love me
And give my best regards to your good old dad

I always liked your family
We got along just splendidly
Though your brother
Kind of rubbed me the wrong way
I remember that your eyes turned green
When they crowned your sister County Queen
Though she couldn't hold a candle
To your beauty any day

When you get a chance
Would you please call your mother
And thank her for the good years that we had?
Gently break the news that you don't love me
And give my best regards to your good old dad

Back when we could laugh and play
On family reunion day
Didn't we all look funny
In our 1950s clothes?
Your daddy wore that greasy stuff
Your brother drank more than enough
Your mom wore penny loafers
With runners in her hose

When you get a chance
Would you please call your mother
And thank her for the good years that we had?
O gently break the news that you don't love me
And give my best regards to your good old dad.

When you get a chance
Would you please call your mother
 
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"Can't Help But Wonder Where I'm Bound"
(originally by Tom Paxton)

"Can't Help But Wonder Where I'm Bound"
(originally by Tom Paxton)



It's a long and dusty road, It's a hot and a heavy load
and the folks I meet ain't always kind
Some are bad and some are good
Some have done the best they could
Some have tried to ease my troubled mind

And I can't help but wonder
Where I'm bound, where I'm bound
Can't help but wonder where I'm bound

I've been wanderin' through this land just a-doin' the best I can
Tryin' to find what I was meant to do
And the people that I see look as worried as can be
And it looks like they are wonderin' too (To Chorus)

We, I had a little girl one time, she had lips like sherry wine
And she loved me till my head went plumb insane
But I was too blind to see she was driftin' away from me
And my good gal went off on the morning train (To Chorus)

If you see me passing by and you sit and you wonder why
and you wish that you were rambling too
Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor, lace 'em up and bar the door
Thank your stars for the roof that's over you

And I can't help but wonder
Where I'm bound, where I'm bound
Can't help but wonder where I'm bound
 
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