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People
02:51
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Tell you, people, a friend of mine
Was riding home and doing fine
Smoke o’ green behind the wheel
And he got busted for not a thing
We’re the people
Don’t tell us what to be
Shake my hand there my friend
And march along the street
I know a mother who went to jail
Her only crime to bear her male
She’d had enough, run out of love
She took the knife and shut him up
We’re the people
Don’t tell us what to be
Shake my hand there my friend
And march along the street
Can tell you, people, of man on top
Twenty four – seven, to the same old job
Then on a day he turned around
Oh yeah, and hit the road
We’re the people
Don’t tell us what to be
Shake my hand there my friend
And march along the street
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Moonshine Whisky Rye
02:46
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Hey, hey, help me May
Help me guide the rain away
Oh, oh well, you know
Autumn never been so long
Oh wind, blow on East
Fill my sails with your harmonies
Moonshine Whisky Rye
Set on sail with the rising tide
Uh uh
Hey, where did you place
The rope to tie all around her waist
If she drags me low
Tell my wife that I love her so
Uh uh
Glow in the night mystic candle light
And guide me home
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From the promenade I can see the shoreline
And your pale old boat whining like a horse
Grazing in the waves, rocking at the seaside
And the light from the fading day
Showed a silver glow in your hand
There is a rumor running ‘round the tavern
The King is looking for a silver key
The Queen has locked up her night-gown
And tossed away that key out on the sea
Every night
Every boat
Every man
Is send along, but one
Old Fisherman the King demands your hearing
“They say you found a key long time ago
And ever since my bride been acting funny
Now, let it go and I’ll pay your weight in gold”
Every night
Every boat
Every man is send along
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Where's My Money
04:16
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Why the law, is prowling everywhere I go
I don’t know, the police won’t leave me alone
I just walked into a bank
With a pistol in my hands
With a shot into the air
Money fell into my bag
I’m now the law
Now the law’s out to get me like a dog
The same law that kicked me out of my home
Whether if they track me down
Or press my belly to the ground
They won’t ever break my voice
Through the beating and the noise
I’m now the law
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Where is my money, honey
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Sleeping Bag Boogie
02:57
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Well, baby, cozy in your sleeping bag
I roll and roll and roll around you
I only bite you where you want me to
Well, baby, cozy in your sleeping bag
Uuh
Well, baby, slid through a hole in your tent
I roll and roll and roll around you
I only bite where you want me to
Well, baby, slid through a hole in your tent
Uuh
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Brothers I
07:06
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The winter has begun
The sun is nearly gone
Tell this land your farewell
The journey will be long
Looking for the warmer south
You will find your home
The maps are written in your blood
The route is in the sky
Only keeping side by side
We’ll never loose the course
We might not get another chance
But you can always count on
These hands
No matter where you are
We are brothers
When the storm is reaching us
We’ll shelter in the pines
When our throat is getting’ dry
The river will provide
We might not get another chance
But you can always count on
These hands
No matter where you are
We are brothers…
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Brothers II
02:53
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Finally home
You’ve grown
Where’s the little girl I used to know?
Can’t hold my tears
When I count the years
Why did you bring, oh wind
Scented memories from the water mill?
Shelter of weather
Where we lay together
Love like wine, pouring on
Got old
Saw her blue eyes, like mine
She was cuddle up inside your arms
Tall bearded man
“Brother, where have you been?”
Love like wine, pouring on
Got old
No matter where you are
We are brothers…
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Brothers III
02:14
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She came running through the prairie
Didn’t wanna have the babe
“We will call her Rosemary”
And our brown eyes met
Who would mind for her
Brother, you were gone
Soon there’ll be two women
Crying all alone
Mockinbird sleeping in the cradle
Tried to be a dad the best I could
Thought it would take longer
For the little girl to wonder
Why her eyes are blue
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Black Cotton
05:18
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I’m a walking boy by the crossroad
Evil told me “boy, sing along”
Rolling tumbleweed by the crossroad
Would you tell me which way to go
Don’t you hear the tale ‘bout my grandpa
Don’t you hear the tale ‘bout the slave
Don’t you feel the crack of the whipping
Coming from the black cotton field
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Pictures On The Wall
04:17
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And now that she’s won at the gambling
With a hand of freezing cold
All there is for us is hanging
Color pictures on the wall
And now the moon is in my bedroom
it paints your image on the wall
Like you’re standing there all naked
Waiting for your man to call
Oh…
All the widows, all the lovers
All the buddies left behind
Empty bar seats at the corner
Only parties to remind
Oh…
Mother, father, brother
Gonna miss you so
Mother, father, brother
Let me go
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Flamingos
04:02
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All the cheering and laughing
Coming across the fields
Bent the will of this old man
Yellow sunshine, green ole’ weed
Here they come by my window
Flower dresses and boots
With the walk of flamingos
Ring my doorbell and kick my blues
Talkin’ bout smoking
Talkin’ bout drinking
Talkin’ bout gambling
Talkin’ bout joking
Talkin’ bout get up late
Talkin’ bout loose some weight
Hope that I got my mojo
Working all night for me
Sing the blues while smell the barbeque
Sure my doctor won’t agree
Talkin’ bout smoking
Talkin’ bout drinking
Talkin’ bout gambling
Talkin’ bout joking
Talkin’ bout getting laid
Talkin’ bout loose some weight
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The Boxer
03:27
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Ain’t nobody get the way you live
You been born and grown up on the street
Falling down and gettin’ up
Take a breath and hit ‘em back
The boxer
One more night the lights are put on you
But every time the glory skips on you
In your mouth the bitter blood
Take a breath and hit ‘em back
The boxer
Your face all beaten up
Your body is aching
Perhaps you had a fight
The other night
You may not be a champ
But they respect you
You gotta keeping on
You know that life is tough
The boxer…
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Do It Right
03:26
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My papa told me to take the right steps
My papa told me that life’s a long way
“Son, don’t you ever be the first nor last
Just work hard and always give your best”
You gotta do it, but do it right
My papa told me to take the right steps
My papa told me that life’s a long way
Don’t hesitate, just let go your breath
‘Cause your heart will always show the right path
You gotta do it, but do it right
I look at myself and all I see is your reflection
And I’ve done your way but anyway
I miss you…
You gotta do it, but do it right
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Smokin' House
05:38
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Down the lane I went, shaded palm trees
The burning giant girl keeps her eye on me
Peeping through a cloud way above the ground
Swim in the lake then everything is red
Paper in my hand, password and address
For a wooden shack older than I’d guess
Guarded by a man covered up in sweat
He shook my hand and put something there
Burning and round and brown
In the smoking house
Drifted through the fog and the sugarcane
And I found your hips moving, oh so well
Then the roaring storm got us out of there
The wooden shack lit up on aflame
Burning and round and brown
Is the smoking house
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Natalie
04:31
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There was a man plying the river
On a ferry unnamed
A joyful life carrying all people,
From bank to bank
But when by night he lights up a candle
He prays it from an empty bed
“Trembling light, help me find
somebody else”
A blushing sun broke through the maple
the fog and the rain
And lit her face among the crowded
Dock of the bay
And then he knew, clearer than water
She was the woman in his dreams
Eyes of green, like the stream
Below thy feet
“Oh tell me ma’am, how should I call you?
So I can give my boat a name”
And she spoke, tender, sweet
“Natalie”
Oh river, let be your will
Oh river, let be your will
On the ferry with your name
Oh, Natalie
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Here's a new record from the galician band. First conceptual album of their already long career. The spirit of the FM stations of the 1960's sips through this particular studio work, patiently mixed and conceived by the band for you to experience without pause yet with no haste. Enjoy ... more
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