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Travellin' Man
03:37
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All my life I’ve been a travellin’ man, I’ve never had a home
Had no front door to cross through, no bed to call my own,
See, my daddy was a drinkin’ man, a heart as cold as steel
And my mama not too far behind, he kept her down at heel
My brothers and sisters, haven’t seen since I was five
And I wonder what they look like now or If they’re still alive
This picture I carry all faded with time’s all I have of my childhood and that family of mine
I guess I was too young to know or even question why,
Why they left me with a stranger, never heard ‘em say goodbye
As days turned into weeks and months and years just passed on by
Not a word from my daddy or that family of mine
So now the sky is my blanket, the moon is my light
And this river bank it gently rocks me at night
The trees tell me stories and kiss me goodnight
But I dream of my mama’s arms holding me tight
I left the home and joined the railways, rode those rails for 20 years
Took up drinkin’ like my daddy to drown out all my fears
But no amount of whisky could wash away the tears
And give me back those years, with that family of mine
So now the sky is my blanket, the moon is my light
And this river bank it gently rocks me at night
The trees tell me stories and kiss me goodnight
But I dream of my mama’s arms holding me tight
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Haunted Hills
03:11
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Brother don’t go, Brother don’t go
Into the Haunted Hills
‘Cause old Jack Quidon, he’s 97,
But he remembers the date way back in ‘38
It was the 16th of May and to this very day
No-one can say what took ol’ Diamond away
So brother don’t go to the hills tonight
There’s a ghost on the wind and somethin’ ain’t right
There’s a howl in the trees, I’m beggin’ you please
Don’t go to the Haunted Hills
Then six years later there was young Jimmy Slater
He had a newspaper round in the very next town
He waved to his mama, said “I’ll be home by supper”
He rode off up the track, but he never came back
So brother don’t go to the hills tonight
There’s a ghost on the wind and somethin’ ain’t right
There’s a howl in the trees, I’m beggin’ you please
Don’t go to the Haunted Hills
There’s rumours around ‘bout a man leaving town
There’s stories been told he went out huntin’ gold
Now his horse can be seen runnin’ hungry and mean
Through them old hills at night, when the moon’s shinin’ bright
So brother don’t go to the hills tonight
There’s a ghost on the wind and somethin’ ain’t right
There’s an ill wind blowin’, and these old bones are knowin’
Don’t go to the Haunted Hills.
Brother don’t go
Brother don’t go
Into the Haunted Hills
Brother don’t go
Brother don’t go
Into the Haunted Hills
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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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