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"Little Angel"

"Little Angel"



Little angel, are you lonely?
Did I hear you calling?
I will be there right beside you
Before night is falling
For you I'd walk across the blazing sun
And when my time on earth is done...

I'll fly, little angel
I'll fly to get to you
I'll fly, little angel
I'll fly if you want me to

Just as sure as the stars above us
We'll be together
I'll give you love that's everlasting
If it takes forever
I know that I can't stop the hands of time
But when it's up for you and I...

I'll fly, little angel
I'll fly to get to you
I'll fly, little angel
I'll fly if you want me to,
if you want me to

Little angel, are you lonely?
Did I hear you calling?
I will be there right beside you
Before night is falling

I'll fly, little angel
I'll fly to get to you
I'll fly, little angel
I'll fly if you want me to
I'll fly, little angel
I'll fly to get to you
I'll fly, little angel
I'll fly if you want me to
 
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"Little Mountain Church House"

"Little Mountain Church House"



There's a little mountain church in my thoughts of yesterday
Where friends and family gathered for the Lord
Where an ol' fashioned preacher taught the straight and narrow way
For what few coins the congregation could afford

Dressed in all our Sunday best, we sat on pews of solid oak
and I remember how our voices filled the air
How Mama sounded like an angel on those high soprano notes
and "When the Roll is Called Up Yonder I'll Be There"

Looking back now that little mountain church house
Has become my lifes cornerstone
It was there in that little mountain church house
I first heard the words I based my life upon

At the all day Sunday singing, with dinner on the ground
Many were the souls that were revived
While the brothers and the sisters who've gone on to Gloryland
Slept in peace in the maple grove nearby
 
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"Livin' Without You"

"Livin' Without You"



The milk truck brings the sun up
The paper hits the door
The subway shakes my floor
And I think about you

It's time to face the emptiness
Of another lonely day
Baby, it's so hard
Living without you

Yes, it's so hard
It's so hard
It's so hard
Living without you

Now everyone's got something
They're out tryin' to get some more
They got something to get up for
But I ain't about to

Nothing's gonna happen
There ain’t nothing's gonna change
And, baby, it's so hard
Living without you

Yes, it's so hard
It's so hard
It's so hard
Living without you

You know, it's so hard
It's so hard
It's so hard
Living without you
 
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"Living Without You"

"Living Without You"



I can hear that old clock ticking, passing time up on the wall
I can hear the faucet dripin in the kitchen down the hall
I just sit here wishin' there was something I could say
To the one that I keep missing every night and every day

There's things you learn to live with now that's all I ever do
But I'll never get used to living without you

Now I got used to tenderness, we would hold each other tight
And I got used to happiness we'd make love day and night
And I'll get used to mornings eating breakfast all alone
Sitting in the evenings when there's no one else at home

There's things you learn to live with now that's all I ever do
But I'll never get used to living without you

Without you, the sun still rises, without you, the rivers run
I thought by now that I'd be realizing what's done is done
I accept the notion that theres things we can't control
Like the changing of the seasons or the fact we're growing old
I know I'm the reason that you had to go away
I will keep believing that's the price we had to pay

There's things you learn to live with now that's all I ever do
But I'll never get used to living without you

Oh there's things you learn to live with now that's all I ever do
But I'll never get used to living without you

There's things you learn to live with now that's all I ever do
But I'll never get used to living without you
 
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"Lonesome River"

"Lonesome River"



I sit here alone on the banks of the river
The lonesome wind blows, the water rolls high
I hear a voice calling out there in the darkness
I sit here alone too lonesome to cry.

Oh, the water rolls high on the river at midnight
I sit on the shore to grieve and to cry
The woman I love she left me this morning
With no one to love or kiss me goodnight.

We met there one night by the banks of the river
Stood there holding hands and making our vows
Swear we'd never part and be happy together
But a new love she's found she's gone from me now.

Oh, the water rolls high on the river at midnight
I sit on the shore to grieve and to cry
The woman I love she left me this morning
With no one to love or kiss me goodnight
With no one to love or kiss me goodnight.
 
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"Long Hard Road (The Sharecropper's Dream)"

"Long Hard Road (The Sharecropper's Dream)"



Way back in my memory there's a scene that I recall
Of a little run-down cabin in the woods
Where my dad never promised that our blue moon would turn gold
But he laid awake nights wishin' that it would.

When the world was on our radio, hard work was on our minds.
We lived our day-to-day in plain dirt fashion,
With ol' overalls and cotton balls all strapped across your back
Man, it's hard to make believe there ain't nothing wrong.

But momma kept the Bible read and daddy kept our family fed,
And somewhere in between I must have grown
Cause someday I was dreamin' that a song that I was singin'
Takes me down the road to where I want to go.
Now I know, it's a long hard road

Sometimes I remember when I stay up late at night,
When the sun-up came, we got up and went
In the shadows of a working' day, our moonlight hours spent
Singin' songs along with Gramma's radio.

Now I'm beatin' down a ol' blacktop road, sleepin' in a sack,
Livin' in my memories all in vain
'Cause those city lights ain't all that bright, compared to what its like
To see lightning bugs go dancin' in the rain.

Momma played the guitar then, and daddy made the saw blade bend,
And raindrops played the tin roof like a drum.
But I just kept on dreamin' that a song that I was singin'
Takes me down the road to where my name is known.

Now I'm gone, and its a long hard road
Yes, I know, Its a long hard road.
 
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"Losin' You"

"Losin' You"



Sometimes I dream about losing our love
And it sits me straight up in my bed
Wonderin' how to take back every bad word I've said
And it scares me enough waking up with the fear
Without facing the real thing someday
Oh, if I ever lost you I'd probably just fade away

And if I were losin' you
If I were facin' the sound of your footsteps
If I were losin' you
I'd be losin' everything

People hold on to their last ounce of hope
Like it somehow might slip through their hands
Fear loosens their grip when they're facing that lonely heart land
To feel cheated for life is a hard one to fight
To be labeled a loser so cruel
But if I don't try I'll surely be labeled a fool

And if I were losin' you
If I were facin' the sound of your footsteps
If I were losin' you
I'd be losin' everything

Well, I've heard it before, can't bear to hear it again
Though I'll always remember the sound
Of the last lonely teardrop
That quietly fell to the ground

And if I were losin' you
If I were facin' the sound of your footsteps
If I were losin' you
I'd be losin' everything
If I were losin' you
I'd be losin' everything
 
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"Losin' You (Might Be The Best Thing Yet)"

"Losin' You (Might Be The Best Thing Yet)"



There's no such thing as sleep for jealous fools
And being jealous about someone like you
Is sort of foolish too
The life you choose is the life you want I guess
Losin' you might be the best thing yet

The longest day I live I'll still be sufferin' from the shame
While in the gutter you were makin' yourself quite a name
The loneliness is all that I regret
Losin' you might be the best thing yet

Patiently I sit at home and wait, wonderin' where you are
And what you are doin' has turned my love to hate
I wanted you and you wanted anyone you could get
Losin' you might be the best thing yet
 
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"Lost Highway"

"Lost Highway"



I'm a rolling stone, all alone and lost,
For a life of sin, I have paid the cost.
When I pass by, all the people say
"Just another guy on the lost highway."
Just a deck of cards and a jug of wine
And a woman's lies make a life like mine.
Oh, the day we met, I went astray,
I started rollin' down that lost highway.
I was just a lad, nearly twenty-two,
Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you,
And now I'm lost, too late to pray,
Lord, I've paid the cost on the lost highway.
Now, boys, don't start your ramblin' round,
On this road of sin or you're sorrow bound.
Take my advice or you'll curse the day
You started rollin' down that lost highway.
 
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"Lost River"

"Lost River"



There's a lost river that flows
In a valley where no on e goes,
Where the wild water's rush
Rumbles deep in the hush.

Gone far from there now,
Lord I'll be back somehow
To where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines

Oh, lost river, now I'm coming back
To the pot-belly stove, where the firewood's all stacked
Oh Quebec girl, go with me,
Oh my bell, my fleur de lis,
Where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines

Now every body knows
Where that lost river flows
It's someplace he's lost
Behind bridges that he's crossed

Well, he'd like to return,
But his bridges are all burned
And he's much too far down
To return to higher ground

Oh, lost river, now I'm coming back
To the pot-belly stove, where the firewood's all stacked
Oh Quebec girl, go with me,
Oh my bell, my fleur de lis,
Where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines

Oh lost river, far over ther ridge
Now is it too late for me to build me a new bridge?
To the bright golden time
When her love was still mine
And the world was still wild
Like the heart of a child

Oh, lost river, now I'm coming back
To the pot-belly stove, where the firewood's all stacked
Oh Quebec girl, go with me,
Oh my bell, my fleur de lis,
Where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines

Where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines
 
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