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22. Happy Trails
23. Rawhide
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| . Along The Navajo Trail
by Dick Charles & Larry Markes
Roy Rogers lyrics –
Every day along about evenin'
When the sunlight's beginnin' to fail
I ride through the slumbering shadows
Along the Navajo Trail
When it's night and the crickets are callin'
And the coyotes are makin' a wail
I dream by a smoulderin' fire
Along the Navajo Trail
I love to lie and listen to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well what do you know it's mornin' already
There's a dawnin' so silver and pale
It's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo Trail
[Instrumental]
I love to lie and listen to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well what do you know it's mornin' already
There's a dawnin' so silver and pale
It's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo Trail
It's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo Trail.
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#21
sung by Roy Rogers
sung by Bing Crosby and
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| Happy Trails
by Dale Evans
Roy Rogers & Dale Evans lyrics –
Happy trails to you
Until we meet again
Happy trails to you
Keep smilin' until then
Who cares about the clouds when we're together
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather
Happy trails to you
'Til we meet again
[Whistling and Instrumental]
Happy trails to you
Until we meet again
Happy trails to you
Keep smilin' until then
Who cares about the clouds when we're together
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather
Happy trails to you
'Til we meet again
Who cares about the clouds when we're together
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather
Happy trails to you
'Til we meet again...
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#22
sung by Roy Rogers & Dale Evans
sung by Van Halen
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| Rawhide
Frankie Laine lyrics –
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rawhide!
Yah! [whip crack]
Yah! [whip crack]
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them dogies rollin'
Rawhide
Through rain and wind and weather
Hell bent for leather
Wishin' my gal was by my side
All the things I'm missin'
Good vittles, love and kissin'
Are waiting at the end of my ride
Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head em' up, move 'em on
Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide
[whip crack]
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let em' out
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide
Yah! [whip crack]
Yah! [whip crack]
Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them dogies movin'
Rawhide
Don't try to understand them
Just rope and throw and brand 'em
Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
My heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin'
Be waiting at the end of my ride
Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head em' up, move 'em on
Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide
[whip crack]
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let em' out
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide
Yah! [whip crack]
Yah! [whip crack]
Rawhide
Rawhide!
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#23
sung by Frankie Laine
sung by The Blues Brothers
  The Blues Brothers
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| The Yellow Rose of Texas
Gene Autry lyrics –
[Instrumental]
There's a yellow rose in Texas, I'm going there to see
No other fella knows her, nobody else but me
She cried so when I left her, it like to broke her heart
And if we ever meet again, we never more shall part
She's the sweetest rose of color this fellow ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew
You may talk about your dearest maids and sing of Rosalee
But the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee
[Instrumental]
Where the Rio Grande is flowing and the stars are shining bright
We walked along the river on a quiet summer night
She said if you remember, we parted long ago
I promised to come back again, and not to leave her so
She's the sweetest rose of color this fellow ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew
You may talk about your dearest maids and sing of Rosalee
But the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee
[Instrumental]
Oh I'm going back to find her, for my heart is full of woe
We'll sing the songs together we sang so long ago
I'll pick the banjo gaily and sing the songs of yore
And the Yellow Rose of Texas shall be mine forevermore
She's the sweetest rose of color this fellow ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew
You may talk about your dearest maids and sing of Rosalee
But the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.
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#24
sung by Gene Autry
sung by Mitch Miller
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| Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up
To Be Cowboys
by Ed Bruce
Waylon & Willie lyrics –
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lone star belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
If you don't understand him an' he don't die young
He'll prob'ly just ride away
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornin's
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do
Sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong he's just different but his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys...
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#25
sung by Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson
sung by Ed Bruce
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| The Ballad of Davy Crockett
Fess Parker lyrics –
[Instrumental]
Borned on a mountaintop in Tennessee
Greenest state in the land of the free
Raised in the woods so's he knew ev'ry tree
kilt him a b'ar when he was only three
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier
Fought single-handed through the Injun War
Till the Creeks was whipped an' the peace was in store
While he was handlin' this risky chore
Made hisself a legend for evermore
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier
He give his word an' he give his hand
That his Injun friends could keep their land
The rest of his life he took the stand
That justice was due ever redskin band
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier
He went off to Congress an' served a spell
Fixin' up the government an' laws as well
Took over Washin'ton so we heered tell
An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier
When he come home his politickin' done
The western march had just begun
So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun
An' lit out grinnin' to follow the sun
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier
His land is biggest an' his land is best
From grassy plains to the mountain crest
He's ahead of us all, meetin' the test
Followin' his legend into the West
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier
King of the wild frontier.
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#26
sung by Fess Parker
sung by Bill Hayes
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| The Wayward Wind
Gogi Grant lyrics –
The wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
In a lonely shack by a railroad track
He spent his younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward bound
Made him a slave to his wand'rin' ways
And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
[Instrumental]
Oh, I met him there in a border town
He vowed we'd never part
Though he tried his best to settle down
I'm now alone with a broken heart
And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
The next of kin to the wayward wind...
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#27
sung by Gogi Grant
sung by Tex Ritter
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| The Strawberry Roan
Marty Robbins lyrics –
I was hangin' 'round town, just spendin' muh time
Out of a job, not earnin' a dime
A feller steps up and he said, "I suppose
You're a bronc fighter from looks of your clothes."
"You figures me right, I'm a good one." I claim
"Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame?"
He said he's got one, a bad one to buck
At throwin' good riders, he's had lots of luck.
I gets all het up and I ask what he pays
To ride this old nag for a couple of days
He offered me ten, I said, "I'm your man,
A bronc never lived that I couldn't fan."
He said: "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance"
In his buckboard we hops and he drives to the ranch
I stayed 'ntil mornin' and right after chuck
I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck
Down in the horse corral standin' alone
Is an old caballo, a strawberry roan
His legs are all spavined, he's got pigeon toes
Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose
Little pin ears that touch at the tip
A big 44 brand was on his left hip
U-neck and old, with a long, lower jaw
I could see with one eye, he's a regular outlaw
I gets the blinds on 'im and it sure is a fright
Next comes the saddle and I screws it down tight
Then I steps on 'im and I raises the blind
Get out the way boys, he's gonna unwind
He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings, for to be on the fly
He turns his old belly right up to the sun
He sure is a sun-fishin' son-of-a-gun
He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range
He'll turn on a nickel and give you some change
He hits on all fours and goes up on high
Leaves me a spinnin' up there in the sky
I turns over twice and I comes back to earth
I lights into cussin' the day of his birth
I know there are ponies that I cannot ride
There's some of them left, they haven't all died
I'll bet all my money, the man ain't alive
That'll stay with Old Strawberry
When he makes his high dive.
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#28
sung by Marty Robbins
sung by Ed McCurdy
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When the Work's All Done This Fall
Marty Robbins lyrics –
A group of jolly cowboys discussing plans at ease
Said one I'll tell you somethin', boys, if you will listen, please
I'm an old cow puncher and here I'm dressed in rags
I used to be a tough one and go on great big jags
I have got a home, boys, a good one you all know
Although I haven't seen it since long, long ago
I'm goin' back to Dixie once more to see them all
I'm goin' home to mother when the work's all done this fall
That night this very cowboy went out to stand his guard
The night was dark and stormy, was rainin' very hard
The cattle they got frightened and they rushed in wild stampede
The cowboy tried to turn them while ridin' at full speed
While ridin' in the darkness loudly he did shout
Tryin' his best to stop them or turn the herd about
His saddle horse did stumble and upon him it did fall
Poor boy won't see his Mother when the work's all done this fall
Fred, you take my saddle, Jim, you take my bed
Johnny, take my pistol after I am dead
Think about me kindly as you look upon them all
'Cause I'll not see my mother when the work's all done this fall
They buried Charlie at daybreak no tombstone at his head
Nothin' but a little board, and this is what it said
"Charlie died at daybreak, he died from a fall
Poor boy won't see his mother when the work's all done this fall."
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#29
sung by Marty Robbins
sung by Yodelin' Slim Clark
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| Empty Saddles
by Billy Hill
Sons of the Pioneers lyrics –
[Instrumental]
There's something strange in the old corral
There's a breeze, though the wind has died
Though I'm alone in the old corral
Seems there is someone by my side
Empty saddles in the old corral
Where do you ride tonight?
Are ya roundin' up the dogies
The strays of long ago
Are you on the trail of buffalo?
Empty saddles in the old corral
Where do you ride tonight?
Are there rustlers on the border
Or a band of Navajo
Are ya headin' for the Alamo?
Empty guns covered with rust
Where do you talk tonight?
Empty boots covered with dust
Where do you walk tonight?
Empty saddles in the old corral,
My tears would be dry tonight
If you'll only say I'm lonely,
As you carry my old pal
Empty saddles in the old corral
Empty guns covered with rust
Where do you talk tonight?
Empty boots covered with rust
Where do you walk tonight?
Empty saddles in the old corral,
My tears would be dry tonight
If you'll only say I'm lonely,
As you carry my old pal
Empty saddles in the old corral.
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#30
sung by Sons of the Pioneers
sung by Bing Crosby
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| The Ballad of the Alamo
Marty Robbins lyrics –
In the southern part of Texas
In the town of San Antone
There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown
You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marchin' by
You can hear them as they answer
To that roll call in the sky
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more
Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie
Present and accounted for
Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis
"Get some volunteers and go
Fortify the Alamo."
Well the men came from Texas
And from old Tennessee
And they joined up with Travis
Just to fight for the right to be free
Indian scouts with squirrel guns
Men with muzzle-loaders
Stood together, heel and toe
To defend the Alamo
"You may ne'er see your loved ones,"
Travis told them that day
"Those who want to can leave now
Those who fight to the death let 'em stay."
In the sand he drew the line
With his army sabre
Out of a hundred eighty five
Not a soldier crossed the line
With his banners a-dancin'
In the dawn's golden light
Santa Anna came prancin'
On a horse that was black as the night
Sent an officer to tell
Travis to surrender
Travis answered with a shell
And a rousin' rebel yell
Santa Anna turned scarlet
"Play degüello!" he roared
"I will show them no quarter
Every one will be put to the sword!"
One hundred and eighty five
Holdin' back five thousand
Five days, six days, eight days, ten
Travis held and held again
Then he sent for replacements
For his wounded and lame
But the troops that were comin'
Never came, never came, never came
Twice he charged then blew recall
On the fatal third time
Santa Anna breached the wall
And he killed them, one and all
Now the bugles are silent
And there's rust on each sword
And the small band of soldiers...
Lie asleep in the arms of the Lord...
In the southern part of Texas
Near the town of San Antone
Like a statue on his pinto rides a cowboy all alone
And he sees the cattle grazin' where a century before
Santa Anna's guns were blazin' and the cannons used to roar
And his eyes turn sorta misty
And his heart begins to glow
And he takes his hat off slowly...
To the men of Alamo...
To the thirteen days of glory
At the siege of Alamo...
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#31
sung by Marty Robbins
sung by Bud & Travis
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| Mule Train
by Johnny Lange
Frankie Laine lyrics –
Mule train, hyeah, hyeah
Mule train
Clippitty-cloppin' over hill and plain
Seems as how they'll never stop
Clippitty-clop, clippitty-clop, clippitty, clippitty,
clippitty, clippitty, clippitty-cloppin' along
There's a plug of chaw tobaccy for a rancher in Corona
A guitar for a cowboy way out in Arizona
A dress of calico for a pretty Navajo
Get along mule, get along
Mule train, hyeah, hyeah
Mule train
Clippitty-cloppin' 'long the mountain chain
Soon they're gonna reach the top
Clippitty-clop, clippitty-clop, clippitty, clippitty,
clippitty, clippitty, clippitty-cloppin' along
There's some cotton thread and needles for the folks away out yonder
A shovel for a miner who left his home to wander
Some rheumatism pills for the settlers in the hills
Get along mule, get along
Mule train, hyeah, hyeah
Mule train clippitty-cloppin' through the wind and rain
They'll keep goin' till they drop
Clippitty-clop, clippitty-clop, clippitty, clippitty,
clippitty, clippitty, clippitty-cloppin' along
There's a letter full of sadness and it's black around the border
A pair 'a boots for someone who had them made to order
A Bible in the pack for the Reverend Mr. Black
Get along mule, get along
Get along mule, get along (mule train)
Get along, get along, get along.
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#32
sung by Frankie Laine
sung by Tennessee Ernie Ford
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| My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys
Willie Nelson lyrics –
Grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy
And lovin' the cowboy ways
Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes
I burned up my childhood days
I learned all the rules of a modern-day drifter
Don't you hold on to nothin' too long
Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them
With the words of a sad country song
My heroes have always been cowboys
And they still are, it seems
Sadly in search of, and one step in back of
Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
From bein' alone too long
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightman
Knowin' well that your best days are gone
Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen
I let the words of my youth fade away
Old worn-out saddles, an' old worn-out memories
With no one and no place to stay
My heroes have always been cowboys
And they still are it seems
Sadly in search of, and one step in back of
Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams
Sadly in search of, and one step in back of
Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams.
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#33
sung by Willie Nelson
sung by Waylon Jennings
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| Knockin' On Heaven's Door
by Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan lyrics –
[Instrumental]
Mama, take this badge off me
I can't use it any more
It's gettin' dark, too dark to see
It's like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put these guns in the ground
I can't shoot them any more
That long black cloud is comin' down
It's like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
[Instrumental]
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door.
[Instrumental]
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#34
sung by Bob Dylan
sung by Guns N' Roses
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| Amarillo by Morning
George Strait lyrics –
[Instrumental]
Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
Everything that I got is just what I've got on
When that sun is high in that Texas sky
I'll be buckin' at the county fair
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo I'll be there
They took my saddle in Houston broke my leg in Santa Fe
Lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way
Well I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate
And I hope that judge ain't blind
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's on my mind
Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
Everything that I got is just what I've got on
I ain't got a dime, but what I got is mine
And I ain't rich but Lord I'm free
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's where I'll be
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's where I'll be.
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#35
sung by George Strait
sung by Terry Stafford
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| The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance
by Burt Bacharach & Hal David
Gene Pitney lyrics –
[Instrumental]
When Liberty Valance rode to town, the womenfolk would hide, they'd hide
When Liberty Valance walked around, the men would step aside
'A-cause the point of a gun was the only law that Liberty understood
When it came to shootin' straight and fast, a-he was mighty good
From out of the East a stranger came, a law book in his hand, a man
The kind of a man the West would need to tame a troubled land
'Cause the point of a gun was the only law that Liberty understood
When it came to shootin' straight and fast, a-he was mighty good
Many a man would face his gun, and many a man would fall
The man who shot Liberty Valance
He shot Liberty Valance
He was the bravest of them all
The love of a girl can make a man stay on when he should go, stay on
Just tryin' to build a peaceful life where love is free to grow
But the point of a gun was the only law that Liberty understood
When the final showdown came at last, a law book was no good
Alone and afraid, she prayed that he'd return that fateful night, aw, that night
When nothin' she said could keep her man from goin' out to fight
From the moment a girl gets to be full-grown,
The very first thing she learns
When two men go out to face each other, only one returns
Everyone heard two shots ring out, one shot made Liberty fall
The man who shot Liberty Valance
He shot Liberty Valance
He was the bravest of them all
The man who shot Liberty Valance
He shot Liberty Valance
He was the bravest of them all.
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#36
sung by Gene Pitney
sung by James Taylor
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| The Last Comanche Moon
by Mike Blakely
Mike Blakely lyrics –
The last Comanche moon was shinin' on me
Bright as day my true love walked the trail from Hell's Midnight
I rode the Milky Way I raced the Wolf the night The Broken Arrow fell
I staked my life and lost my fortune for to save the Mission Belle
Hey-y oh
I was a cowboy once down on the Rio Grande
I rode the ranges for the Broken Arrow brand
I was on guard that fateful night in early June
I saw the risin' of the last Comanche moon
I saw the warriors ride around the river bend
I give a shout to rouse the boys their home ranch to defend
They kept us pinned down with a hundred arrows flung
They come for all our horses, and they left us with just one
I'd locked him with a trace chain to a live oak tree that day
My racin' blue roan stallion I called the Milky Way
Hey-y oh
His daddy was a mustang and a famous fightin' stud
His mamma was a thoroughbred of pure Kentucky blood
He was worth a fortune of a thousand, maybe more
His winnin's numbered hundreds and his winters numbered four
They raised a cheer back at the Broken Arrow Ranch
When I rode the Milky Way into the moonlighted Comanch
I shot my way out through a hundred painted braves
And struck the trail that led to town my true love for to save
My true love was a barmaid and she worked at Gambler's Hell
Her name was Julie Anne but she was called the Mission Belle
Hey-y oh
Julie Anne lived in the ruins of the ancient mission church
That stood a mile from town out where the braves were sure to search
She always walked the trail alone from Hell's Midnight Saloon
And I was bound to save her from the last Comanche moon
Halfway to town and I was crossin' Devil Branch,
I run onto another raidin' party of Comanch
I recognized a warrior on a blood bay mare
I knew his name was Wolf they said he'd lifted lots of hair
We had hoss raced at the fort he admired my blue roan stud
He come on through the moonlight like a lobo trailin' blood
The last Comanche moon was shinin' on me bright as day
My true love walked the trail from Hell's Midnight I rode the Milky Way
I raced the Wolf the night the Broken Arrow fell
I staked my life lost my fortune for to save the Mission Belle
Hey-y oh
I shot my pistol dry and dropped it on the road
With my saddle bag and cartridge belt to lighten up the load
But an arrow found old Milky Way and his wound began to bleed
And the Wolf was on his war horse a fleet Comanche steed
There in the moonlight rose the ancient mission wall
The Wolf was right behind me when I heard my true love call
I rode the racehorse of a lifetime to the ground
I swear it died a runnin' and his likes have not been found
I landed on my shadow and I lay just where I fell
The screams of Julie Ann met with the Wolf's Comanche yell
Hey-y oh
I've been called a liar and I've been called a fool
'N I've been told Comanches grant no mercy as a rule
But old Wolf he seen me helpless and he seen his chance I know
But he only rode right by me, and he struck me with his bow
He could have killed me but he only counted coup
He turned and touched the Milky Way before the ghost had flew
He give a war yell like a wolf burned with a brand
Then wheeled and ducked the pistol shot by Julie Ann
She helped me right up from the hard spot where I fell
The last Comanche moon, the Milky Way, the Mission Belle
Hey-y oh
Well it's been sixty years now since I made that fateful ride
It's been twenty winters since I heard the Wolf had died
It's been seven moons now since I lost my Julie Ann
I'm goin' for to join her boys, my time is near at hand
Don't mind my passin' boys, it's time the old man died
The Wolf he waits to guide me up the trail o'er the divide
The moon is risin' like it did so long ago
An' I see the warriors waitin' on the ridge now, all aglow
Farewell world of trouble here comes Julie Ann
She rides the Milky Way to take me to the promised land
The last Comanche moon was shinin' on me
Bright as day my true love walked the trail from Hell's Midnight
I rode the Milky Way I raced the Wolf the night the Broken Arrow fell
I staked my life lost my fortune for to save the Mission Belle
Hey-y oh… hey-y oh… hey-y oh…
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sung by Mike Blakely
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| Oh My Darling Clementine
Freddy Quinn lyrics –
[Instrumental]
Oh my darlin' oh my darlin' oh my darlin' Clementine
You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorrow Clementine
In the cabin in the canyon
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine
Yes I loved her how I loved her
Though her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine
Oh my darlin' oh my darlin' oh my darlin' Clementine
You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorrow Clementine
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Drove the horses to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine
Ruby lips above the water
Blowin' bubbles, soft and fine
But alas I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine
Oh my darlin' oh my darlin' oh my darlin' Clementine
You are lost and gone forever dreadful sorrow Clementine
You are lost and gone forever dreadful sorrow Clementine.
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#38
sung by Freddy Quinn
sung by Connie Francis
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| The Rebel – Johnny Yuma
Johnny Cash lyrics –
Away, away, away rode the rebel Johnny Yuma
Johnny Yuma was a rebel
He roamed through the West
Did Johnny Yuma the rebel
He wandered alone
He got fightin' mad
This rebel lad
He packed no star
As he wandered far
Where the only law
Was a hook and a draw
The rebel Johnny Yuma
(Away, away, away rode the rebel Johnny Yuma)
Johnny Yuma was a rebel
He roamed through the West
Did Johnny Yuma the rebel
He wandered alone
He searched the land
This restless lad
He was panther quick
And leather tough
If he figured that
He'd been pushed enough
The rebel Johnny Yuma
(Away, away, away rode the rebel Johnny Yuma, Johnny Yuma)
Johnny Yuma was a rebel
He roamed through the West
Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel
He wandered alone
Fightin' mad
This rebel lad
With a dream he'd hold
'Til his dyin' breath
He'd search his soul
And gamble with death
The rebel, Johnny Yuma
(Away, away, away rode the rebel Johnny Yuma, Johnny Yuma).
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#39
sung by Johnny Cash
sung by Nick Adams
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| The Ballad Of Ira Hayes
Johnny Cash lyrics –
[Bugle: Taps]
Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer any more
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
'Bout a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches a thousand years
The waters grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
There they battled up Iwo Jima hill
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again
And when the fight was over
And Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Ira Hayes returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored
Everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no home, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Then Ira started drinkin' hard
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
Like you'd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died.
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sung by Johnny Cash
sung by Kris Kristofferson
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