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That long silver train cuts through the desert sand like the blade of a Mexican knife
The scorpion’s tail reaches over its head to greet its first kill for the night
The coyote’s howl chills you to the bone, stays with you ‘til it’s time to wake
The man at the station he’s checking his wrist, he’s worrying that train might be late
And the sun keeps on burning, the moon sits on the river bend
And the stars, if you look closely, can guide you to your journey’s end
The shadows are long across the desert sand
As the dawn breaks the spell of the night
That man at the station, he lets out a sigh
As that long desert train, oh it comes into sight
And the sun keeps on burning, the moon sits on the river bend
And the stars, if you look closely, can guide you to your journey’s end
And the sun keeps on burning, the moon sits on the river bend
And the stars, if you look closely, can guide you to your journey’s end
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The Other Side
03:58
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I rode my horse to Bordertown just as fast as he could run
But I could not get there fast enough to avoid the sheriff’s gun
Then they laid me on my horse’s back while my life-blood flowed away
‘Til the doctor pulled the bullet out and sent us on our way
Then they led me to the courthouse and threw me in a cell
Whiel the judge passed down his verdict, he sentenced me to hell
And now I’m staring at the gallows while the hangman takes his fee
And he’s testing out his trapdoor so that everyone could see
But I will rise where I am fallen, I will swim the sea so wide
Where my true love will be waiting when I make the other side
I will rise where I am fallen, I will swim the sea so wide
Where my true love will be waiting when I make the other side
Well, they tried their best to hang me but the trapdoor would not drop
Three times I’m left there standing ‘til the judge cried “hold, enough”
If three times the noose is tightened and three times she does not hang
Then her crimes must all be pardoned for that’s the law of this proud land
I will rise where I am fallen, I will swim the sea so wide
Where my true love will be waiting when I make the other side
I will rise where I am fallen, I will swim the sea so wide
Where my true love will be waiting when I make the other side
I will rise where I am fallen, I will swim the sea so wide
Where my true love will be waiting when I make the other side
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Dollar in My Hand
03:13
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It’s 1967, the devil’s on the loose
The dogs are closing in now and you’re staring at the noose
He’s comin’ for your daughters, he’s comin’ for your sons
So mother check your oven ‘cause he’s comin’ for your buns
Oh I’ve tried and I’ve tried but I cannot be satisfied
This life is killing me, there ain’t nowhere to hide
Oh I am what I am, so catch me if you can
I’ll be gone by tomorrow, with a dollar in my hand
Be sure to rub your horseshoe and stroke your rabbit’s claw
That nasty scrap of vermin’s gonna help you out for sure
You’ll find him in the boardroom, find him at the track
He’s waiting at the crossroads with a banjo on his back
Oh I’ve tried and I’ve tried but I cannot be satisfied
This life is killing me, there ain’t nowhere to hide
I am what I am, so catch me if you can
I’ll be gone by tomorrow
I’ve tried and I’ve tried but I cannot be satisfied
This life is killing me, I’m burning up inside
I am what I am, so catch me if you can
I’ll be gone by tomorrow
Oh I’ve tried and I’ve tried but I cannot be satisfied
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Lonesome Valley
03:52
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At the tender age of 18 years I left my family home
Drawn to the city like water to the moon
Where I’m waiting tables 9 to 5
Pulling beers at night
Closing time could never come too soon
Yeah, I started at the bottom and worked my way back down
Living on the outer limits of my pay
All my dreams were like the cargo ships I could see from off the bridge
Close enough until they sailed away
To my country friends, I’m living out the dream
But the high life isn’t always what it seems
Oh Lonesome Valley, I’m coming back to die in your arms
Mumma come on down anddrag me out of this ol’ town
Turn your wheels around and take me home
On the streets of the city my dreams were bought and sold
But in the end it led back to the fold
Oh Lonesome Valley, I’m coming back to die in your arms
So mumma come on down, drag me out of this ol’ town
Turn your wheels around, yeah, turn your wheels around,
Turn your wheels around and take me –
Oh Lonesome Valley, I’m coming back to die in your arms
So mumma come on down, drag me out of this ol’ town
Yeah, turn your wheels around, turn your wheels around,
Turn your wheels around and take me home
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Nightfall
04:40
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Instrumental
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Better Left Unsaid
04:26
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Trouble on my mind, trouble in my head
A bottle of gin by my side
Wishing it was you instead
And these thoughts keeps going round inside my head
They were better left unsaid
Lost myself in you, now my world keeps spinning round
When I look up to the sky, all the stars they’re upside
And your words keep going round inside my head
Yeah, they were better left unsaid
I wish you’d never said those things to me, put those notions in my head, Made me open up my heart to you
Yeah, they were better unsaid
‘Cause now you’re not here in my bed
Telling me it’s me and not her instead
Telling me it’s me and not her instead
Telling me it’s me and not her…..instead
I wish you’d never said those things to me, put those notions in my head
Made my me open up my heart to you
Yeah, they were better left unsaid
‘Cause now you’re not here in my bed
Telling me it’s me and not her instead
Telling me it’s me and not her instead
Telling me it’s me and not her instead
Telling me it’s me and not her….instead
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Heading West
03:28
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Winter’s set in hard upon this city
Morning came with 10 degrees of frost
Cars are sliding off the motorway
I’ve heard several lives may be lost
I’m freezing alone in my apartment
Ever since that old heater’s broken down
My teeth are chattering like a typewriter
But pretty soon I won’t be around
‘Cause I’m goin’ where the cold don’t rattle my bones
Goin’ where the sun always shines
I have enough of the trials of a poor girl
Heading west to the end of the line
There’s wildcats howling in the alley
There’s a baby crying out in vain
There’s black crows laughing as they fly away
I wanna fly, fly away like them
So farewell to my friends in this high-rise
I know you’re doing it hard
Oh how I wish that I could take you all with me
But I’ll be sure to send a postcard
‘Cause I’m goin’ where the cold don’t rattle my bones
Goin’ where the sun always shines
I have enough of the trials of a poor girl
Heading west to the end of the line
‘Cause I’m goin’ where the cold don’t rattle my bones
Goin’ where the sun always shines
I have enough of the trials of a poor girl
Heading west to ease my mind
So farewell to my friends in this high-rise
I know you’re doing it hard
Oh how I wish that I could take you all with me
But I’ll be sure to send a postcard
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Brother
03:45
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If that train don’t pull into your station
And you can’t get there no matter how you try
Ain’t got no ticket, you keep comin’ up empty-handed
Brother, I’ll be right there by your side,
I’ll be right there, right there by your side
If that ship sets sail without you
And you’re left stranded starin’ out to sea
If that old south wind it starts a’blowin’
Brother, you can always count on me
You can always, always count on me
Brother, don’t get down-hearted
Brother, don’t give in to despair
Brother, I’ve got you covered
Just call my name, and, Brother, I’ll be there, I’ll be there
….Brother
Brother, don’t get down-hearted
Brother, don’t give in to despair
Brother, I’ve got you covered
Just call my name, and, Brother, I’ll be there, I’ll be there….
Don’t get down-hearted, my brother, I’ll be there…I’ll be there
Just call my name, I’ll be there.
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Angel's Hand
04:14
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I’ve never seen the sky so blue, I’ve never seen such light
I’ve never seen a bird sit and sing at the end of a lonesome flight
I never knew when I woke today I’d touch an angel’s hand
I never knew I’d stand on rock, instead of the shifting sand
I’ve never seen an ocean wave break with mane so white
I’ve never seen the sands on the shore gleam and shine so bright
I never knew when I woke today I’d touch an angel’s hand
I never knew I’d stand on rock, instead of the shifting sand
I’ve never seen a tree stand tall and reach out for the sun
I’ve never seen the grass so green or heard an old river run
I never knew when I woke today I’d touch an angel’s hand
I never knew I’d stand on rock, instead of the shifting sand
I’ve never seen a baby’s smile light up all of the world
I’ve never seen anything as pure in the form of a baby girl
I never knew when I woke today I’d touch an angel’s hand
I never knew I’d stand on rock, instead of the shifting sand
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Make Me Ashes
03:03
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When it’s time to meet my maker, come the fire or the hole
Please undertaker make me ashes, I won’t need my body, just free my soul
Mm’hm.
Then take a handful of my ashes, go out east far as you can go
Cast me to the deep blue yonder when that ol’ wind starts to blow
Mm’hm
When the full moon’s on the horizon rising yellow as can be
Take a handful of my ashes and cast me to the deep blue sea
Mm’hm
When it’s time to meet my maker, come the fire or the hole
Please undertaker make me ashes, I won’t need my body, just free my soul
Mm’hm, yeah just free my soul.
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Wake up baby, it’s light outside
If we don’t get movin’ we’ll miss our ride
I’ve seen seven wonders everywhere I roam
One more day on the road, my friend, and this big adventure it’s gotta end
So come on daddy, mumma’s gonna take you home
They set us down in the centre of town
We pan-handled til’ the sun went down
It’s hard, like getting blood from a stone
Find a doorway away from the street light
And bring that bottle, it’s a chilly night
So come on daddy, mumma’s gonna take you home
We rode the bus from coast to coast
Trains and planes and fishing boats,
And I’ve seen trouble everywhere I roam
So now we spend every evenin’ at the local bar
Talkin’ ‘bout movin’ but we don’t get far
So come on daddy, mumma’s gonna take you home
Well, that dog pulled into the centre of town
We pan-handle ‘til the sun went down
Hell it’s hard, like getting blood from a stone
So now we spend every evenin’ at the local bar
Talkin’ ‘bout movin’ but we don’t get far
So come on daddy, mumma’s gonna take you home
Well, we rode the bus from coast to coast
Trains and planes and fishing boats
I’ve seen trouble everywhere I roam, yeah
Now we spend every evenin’ at the local
Talkin’ ‘bout movin’ but we don’t get far
So come on daddy, mumma’s gonna take you home
Yeah, come on daddy, mumma’s gonna take you
Get a move on daddy, mumma’s gonna take you home
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
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The Stetson Family Melbourne, Australia
The Stetson Family walk the line between alt-country and bluegrass with their free-wheeling, spirited songs, awash with
soaring harmonies. Described as "champions of fresh bluegrass but with a bedraggled soul of rock and roots," the band takes their audience on a journey down life's crooked highway.
"They blend like one of the legendary bluegrass or country families…” American Songwriter
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