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60. Lorena
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North to Alaska
Johnny Horton lyrics –
Way up North (North to Alaska)
Way up North (North to Alaska)

North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

Big Sam left Seattle
In the year of ninety-two
With George Pratt, his partner
And brother Billy, too

They crossed the Yukon River
And found the bonanza gold
Below that old white mountain,
Just a little southeast of Nome

Sam crossed the majestic mountains
To the valleys far below
He talked to his team of huskies
As he mushed on through the snow

With the northern lights a runnin' wild
In the land of the midnight sun
Yes Sam McCord was a mighty man
In the year of nineteen-one

Where the river is windin'
Big nuggets they're findin'
North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

Way up north (North to Alaska)
Way up north (North to Alaska)

North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

George turned to Sam
With his gold in his hand
Said, "Sam, you're a-lookin'
At a lonely, lonely man

"I'd trade all the gold
That's buried in this land
For one small band of gold
To place on sweet little Jenny's hand

"'Cause a man needs a woman
To love him all the time
Remember Sam, a true love
Is so hard to find

"I'd build for my Jenny
A honeymoon home
Below that old white mountain
Just a little southeast of Nome."

Where the river is windin'
Big nuggets they're findin'
North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

North to Alaska
Go north, the rush is on

Way up north (North to Alaska)
Way up north (North to Alaska)
Way up north (North to Alaska)
Way up north (North to Alaska)...

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#41

 
My Rifle, My Pony and Me
Dean Martin lyrics –
The sun is sinking in the west
The cattle go down to the stream
The redwing settles in the nest
It's time for a cowboy to dream

Purple light in the canyons
That's where I long to be
With my three good companions
Just my rifle, pony and me

Gonna hang (gonna hang) my sombrero (my sombrero)
On the limb (on the limb) of a tree (of a tree)
Comin' home (comin' home) sweetheart darlin' (sweetheart darlin')
Just my rifle, pony and me
Just my rifle, my pony and me

Whippoorwill in the willow
Sings a sweet melody
Riding to Amarillo
Just my rifle, pony and me
No more cows (no more cows) to be ropin' (to be ropin')
No more strays (no more strays) will I see (will I see)
Round the bend (round the bend) she'll be waitin' (she'll be waitin')
For my rifle, pony and me
For my rifle, my pony and me.


#42
sung by Dean Martin
sung by Don Williams

 
Don't Take Your Guns to Town
Johnny Cash lyrics –
A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wanderlust who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out

Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

He laughed and kissed his mom
And said your Billy Joe's a man
I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can
But I wouldn't shoot without a cause
I'd gun nobody down
But she cried again as he rode away

Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

He sang a song as on he rode
His guns hung at his hips
He rode into a cattle town
A smile upon his lips
He stopped and walked into a bar
And laid his money down
But his mother's words echoed again

Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand
And tried to tell himself at last he had become a man
A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down
And he heard again his mother's words

Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

Filled with rage then
Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw
But the stranger drew his gun and fired
Before he even saw
As Billy Joe fell to the floor
The crowd all gathered 'round
And wondered at his final words

Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town.


#43
sung by Johnny Cash
sung by Steve Earle

 
South of the Border (Down Mexico Way)
Gene Autry lyrics –
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay

South of the border, down Mexico way
That's where I fell in love when stars above came out to play
And now as I wander, my thoughts ever stray
South of the border, down Mexico way

She was a picture in old Spanish lace
And for a tender while I kissed a smile upon her face
For it was fiesta and we were so gay
South of the border, down Mexico way

Then she sighed as she whispered mañana
Never dreaming that we were parting
And I lied as I whispered mañana
For our tomorrow never came

South of the border, I rode back one day
There in a veil of white by candlelight, she knelt to pray
The mission bells told me that I mustn't stay
South of the border, down Mexico way

[Instrumental]

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay.


#44
sung by Gene Autry

 
Desperados Waiting for a Train
The Highwaymen lyrics –
I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
An' run his fingers through 70 years of livin'
An' wonder Lord, as ever, will that drill run dry?
We were friends, me an this old man

Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

He's a drifter, and a driller of oil wells
And an old-school man of the world
He let me drive his car when he's too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives were like some old western movie

Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
And there were old men with beer-guts and dominoes
Lyin' 'bout their lives while they'd play
And I was just a kid they called his sidekick

Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

One day I looked up, and he's pushin' 80
And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them ol' men?
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon 'n 42

Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train

The day before he died I went to see him
I was grown and he was almost gone
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang another verse to that old song

Spoken:
Come on Jack, that son-of-a-gun's a-comin'.

Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train...


#45

 
Git Along Little Dogies
Roy Rogers lyrics –
As I was a-walkin' one mornin' for pleasure
I spied a cowpuncher all ridin' alone
His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jinglin'
And as he approached he was singin' this song

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyomin' will be your new home

It's early in the spring that we round up the dogies
We mark 'em and brand them and bob off their tails
Round up the horses load up the chuck wagon
Then throw the dogies out on the north trail

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyomin' will be your new home

Your mother was raised away down in Texas
Where the jimson weed and the sand burrs grow
We'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla
Until you are ready for Idaho

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyomin' will be your new home...



#46
sung by Roy Rogers
sung by Gene Autry

 
Buffalo Gals
Pete Seeger lyrics –
[Banjo]

As I was walkin' down the street
Down the street, down the street
A pretty little girl I chanced to meet
And we danced by the light of the moon

Buffalo gal won't you come out tonight
Come out tonight, come out tonight
Buffalo gal won't you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon

[Banjo]

I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin'
And 'er heel kept a-knockin' and 'er toe kept a-rockin'
I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin'
And we danced by the light of the moon

Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight
Come out tonight, come out tonight
Buffalo gal won't you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon

[Banjo]

Oh Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight
Come out tonight, come out tonight
Buffalo gal won't you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon

Oh Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight
And come out tonight, oh come out tonight
Buffalo gal won't you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon.


#47
sung by Pete Seeger

 
I'm An Old Cowhand (From the Rio Grande)
Johnnie Ray lyrics –
Yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay)
Yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay)
Yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay)
Yippie yi yo kay ay

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
But my legs ain't bowed and my cheeks ain't tannned
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow
I never roped a steer cause I don't know how
And I sure ain't a-fixin' to start in now

A-yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay)
Yippie yi yo kay ay

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
And I learned to ride before I learned to stand
I'm a ridin' fool who is up to date
I know every little trail in the Lone Star State
'Cause I ride the range in a Ford V-8

A-yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay)
Yippie yi yo kay ay

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
And I come to town just to hear the band
I know all the songs that the cowboys know
About the big corral where the dogies go
'Cause I learned them all on the radio

A-yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay)
Yippie yi yo kay ay

I'm an old cowhand (old-cowhand) from the Rio Grande (Ri-o Grande)
Where the West is wide (West is wide) around the borderland (borderland)
Where the buffalo roam all around the zoo
And the Indians make you a rug or two
And the old Bar-X is the barbeque

A-yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay)
Yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay)
Yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay)
Yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay).


#48
sung by Johnnie Ray
sung by Bing Crosby

 
San Antonio Rose
Patsy Cline lyrics –
Deep within my heart
Lies a melody
A song of old San Antone
Where in dreams I live
With a memory
Beneath the stars all alone

Well it was there I found
Beside the Alamo
Enchantment strange as the
Blue up above  
For that moonlit pass
That only he would know
Still hears my broken song of love

Moon in all your splendor
Known only to my heart
Call back my rose
Rose of San Antone
Lips so sweet and tender

Like petals fallin' apart
Speak once again of my love, my own
Broken song
Empty words I know
Still live in my heart all alone
For that moonlit pass by the Alamo
And rose my rose of San Antone

[Instrumental]

Broken song
Empty words I know
Still live in my heart all alone
For that moonlit pass by the Alamo
And rose my rose of San Antone

And rose my rose of San Antone
And rose my rose of San Antone.


#49
sung by Patsy Cline
sung by Bob Wills

 
Gunfight at the O.K. Corral
Frankie Laine lyrics –sung
O. K. Corral, O. K. Corral
There the outlaw band make their final stand
O. K. Corral
Oh, my dearest one must die
Lay down my gun or take the chance
Of losing you forever
Duty calls
My back's against the wall
Have you no kind word to say
Before I ride away, away?

Your love, your love
I need your love
Keep the flame let it burn
Until I return
From the gunfight at
O. K. Corral
If the Lord is my friend
We'll meet at the end
Of the gunfight at O. K. Corral
Gunfight at O. K. Corral

Boot Hill, Boot Hill
So cold, so still
There they lay side by side
The killers that died
In the gunfight at
O. K. Corral
O. K. Corral
Gunfight at O. K. Corral.



#50
sung by Stephen van Dorn

 
Wild Montana Skies
John Denver lyrics –
He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the early mornin' rain
Wild geese over the water, heading north and home again
Bringin' a warm wind from the south, bringin' the first taste of the spring
His mother took him to her breast, and softly she did sing:

Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies

His mother died that summer and he never learned to cry
He never knew his father and he never did ask why
And he never knew the answers that would make an easy way
But he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way

His mother's brother took him in to his family and his home
Gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own
And he learned to be a farmer, and he learned to love the land
And he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand

Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies

On the eve of his 21st birthday, he set out on his own
He was 30 years and runnin' when he found his way back home
Ridin' a storm across the mountains and an achin' in his heart
Said he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start

Now he never told a story of the time that he was gone
Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a John
There was somethin' in the city that he said he couldn't breathe
Somethin' in the country that he said he couldn't leave

Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies.

[Instrumental]

Now some said he was crazy, some are glad he's gone
Some of us will miss him we'll try to carry on
Giving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawn
Giving a voice to the wilderness and the land that we live on

Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies

Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies.



#51
sung by John Denver

 
The Last Cowboy Song
Ed Bruce lyrics –
This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along
Another piece of America's lost

He rides a feed lot, and clerks in a market
On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer
And his dream's of tomorrow surrounded by fences
But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here

He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark
And eyeball to eyeball old Wyatt backed down
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas
And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down

This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along
Another piece of America's lost

Remington showed us how he looked on canvas
And Louis Lamour has told us his tale
And Willie and Waylon and me sing about him
And wish to God we could have ridden his trail

Spoken, with the next verse sung in the background:

The old Chisholm trail is covered in concrete now
And they truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs
They blow by his marker never slowin' to read
Like livin' and dyin' was all he ever did

This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along
Another piece of America's lost

This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're a-singin' along
Another piece of America's lost

This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along
Another piece of America's lost

[Instrumental]

This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along
Another piece of America's lost

This is the last cowboy song.


#52
sung by Ed Bruce

 
The Ballad of Paladin
Johnny Western lyrics –
Paladin Paladin where do you roam?
Paladin Paladin far far from home

Have gun will travel reads the card of a man
A knight without armor in a savage land
His fast gun for hire heeds the calling wind
A soldier of fortune is the man called Paladin

Paladin Paladin where do you roam?
Paladin Paladin far far from home

He travels on to wherever he must
A chess knight of silver is his badge of trust
There are campfire legends that the plainsmen spin
Of the man with the gun of the man called Paladin

Paladin Paladin where do you roam?
Paladin Paladin far far from home

Far from home
Far from home.



#53
sung by Faron Young

 
Tonight We Ride
Tom Russell lyrics –
[Instrumental]

Pancho Villa crossed the border in the year of ought sixteen
The people of Columbus still hear him riding through their dreams
He killed seventeen civilians you could hear the women scream
Blackjack Pershin' on a dancin' horse was waitin' in the wings

Tonight we ride, tonight we ride
We'll skin ol' Pancho Villa, make chaps out of his hide
Shoot his horse, Siete Leguas, and his twenty-seven brides
Tonight we ride, tonight we ride

We rode for three long years till Blackjack Pershing called it quits
When Jackie wasn't lookin' I stole his fine spade bit
It was tied upon his stallion, so I rode away on it
To the wild Chihuahuan desert, so dry you couldn't spit

Tonight we ride, you bastards dare
We'll kill the wild Apache for the bounty on his hair
We will ride into Durango, climb up the whorehouse stairs
Tonight we ride, Tonight we ride

[Instrumental]

When I'm too damn old to sit a horse, I'll steal the warden's car
Break my ass out of this prison leave my teeth there in a jar
You don't need no teeth for kissin' gals or smokin' cheap cigars
I'll sleep with one eye open, 'neath God's celestial stars

Tonight we rock, tonight we roll
We'll rob the Juarez liquor store for the Reposado Gold
And if we drink ourselves to death ain't that the cowboy way to go?
Tonight we ride, tonight we ride

Tonight we fly we're headin' west
Toward the mountains and the ocean where the eagle makes his nest
If our bones bleach on the desert, we'll consider we are blessed
Tonight we ride, Tonight we ride

[Instrumental]

Tonight we ride, tonight we ride.


#54
sung by Tom Russell

 
Oklahoma
Original Soundtrack lyrics –
They couldn't pick a better time to start in life
It ain't too early and it ain't too late!
Startin' as a farmer with a brand new wife
Soon be livin' in a brand new state!
Brand new state. Gonna treat you great!

Gonna give you barley, carrots and potaters,
Pasture for the cattle, spinach and tomaters,
Flowers on the prarie where the June bugs zoom,
Plenty of air and plenty of room,
Plenty a room to swing a rope!
Plenty of heart and plenty of hope.

OOOOk-lahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain
OOOOk-lahoma, ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk makin' lazy circles in the sky

We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand
And when we say
Yeeow! Aye-yip-aye-yo-ee-ay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine, Oklahoma
Oklahoma O.K.!

OOOOk-lahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain (Oklahoma)
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
As the wind comes right behind the rain
Ooook-lahoma, ev'ry night my honey lamb and I (every night we)
Sit alone and talk and watch the hawk makin' lazy circles in the sky

We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand

Yippie-yi-yippie-yi
Yippie-yi-yippie-yi
Yippie-yi-yippie-yi

And when we say
Yeeow! Aye-yip-aye-yo-ee-ay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine, Oklahoma
Oklahoma you're O.K.

Okla-homa-Okla-homa-Okla-homa
Okla-homa-Okla-homa-Okla-homa
Okla-homa-Okla-homa-Okla-homa

We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Aye-yip-aye-yo-ee-ay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!

Oklahoma
O - K - L - A - H - O - M - A
OKLAHOMA!

Yeeow!




#55


 
I'd Like to Be in Texas for the Roundup in the Spring
Buck Ramsey lyrics –
In a lobby in a big hotel in New York town one day
Set a bunch of fellers tellin' yarns, to pass the time away
They talked of places that they'd been and differ'nt sights they'd seen
Some of 'em praised Chicago town and others New Orleans

In a corner in an old armchair set a man whose hair was gray
He would listen eagerly to what they had to say
They asked him where he'd like to be and his dear old voice did ring
I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

I see the cattle grazin' o'er the hills of early morn
I can see the campfire smokin' at the breakin' of the dawn
I hear the broncos neighin', hear the cowboys sing
Oh I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

They all set still and listened every word he had to say
They knew the old man sittin' there had once been young and gay
They asked him for a story of his life out on the plain
He slowly removed his hat and quietly began

Well I've seen 'em stampede o'er the hills till you'd think they'd never stop
Seen 'em run for miles and miles until their leaders drop
I was foreman of a cow ranch, that's the callin' of a king
I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

I see the cattle grazin' o'er the hills of early morn
I can see the campfire smokin' at the breakin' of the dawn
I hear the broncos neighin', hear the cowboys sing
Oh I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

There's a grave in sunny Texas where Josie Bridwell sleeps
There's a grove of leafy cottonwoods her constant vigil keeps
In my heart's recollection of that long long bygone day
We rode the range together like two skippin' kids at play

Her gentle voice it calls me in the watches of the night
I hear her laughter freshenin' the dew of early light
I was foreman of a cow ranch, that's the callin' of a king
I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

Oh I see the cattle grazin' o'er the hills of early morn
I can see the campfire smokin' at the breakin' of the dawn
Oh I hear the broncos neighin', hear the cowboys sing
Oh I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring.


#56
sung by Buck Ramsey
Buck Ramsey
Bradley Kinkaid

 
Call You Cowboy
Brenn Hill lyrics –
[Guitar]

God saved some lucky men to be cowboys
Cus' no ordinary man can wear the name
Hearts of gold and hands of leather
An' that restless spirit no one will ever tame

Branded by the land
Befriended by the wind
You may never pass this way again
It's somethin' in the wind just sayin' that your time is now, boy

And your daddy calls you a drifter
I call you cowboy

[Guitar]

Well that voice of freedom is callin' you down the line
An' you don't know where you're goin', 't you know what you leave behind
You're saddlin' up now to chase your dreams
To show yourself and the world what freedom really means

You been branded by the land
Befriended by the wind
You may never pass this way again
Somethin' in the wind is sayin' that your time is now, boy

An' your daddy calls you a drifter
I call you cowboy

[Guitar]

She's got eyes as blue as the sky
Whoever said cowboys don't cry
It's just somethin' deep inside sayin' your time is now, boy

Your daddy calls you a drifter
I call you cowboy

Yeah, your daddy calls you a drifter
I call you friend
I call you cowboy

I call you cowboy
Well I call you cowboy.

[Guitar]


#57
sung by Brenn Hill
Brenn Hill

 
Bonanza
Johnny Cash lyrics –
The claim we hold is a good as gold bonanza
Hand in hand we built this land, the Ponderosa Ranch
Our birthright is this Cartwright bonanza
We here belong, and standin' strong, wrong ain't got a chance

Day by day, work or play, ready side by side
Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open wide
Bound to be a fightin' free bonanza
Singin' pines of boundary lines for the Ponderosa Ranch

[Instrumental]

Every tree and flower is part of our bonanza
The stars at night, the mornin' light, the waters in the branch
We ride along four men strong together
Every plain and ridge is our heritage Ponderosa Ranch

Day by day, work or play, ready side by side
Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open wide
Bound to be a fightin' free bonanza
Singin' pines of boundary lines for the Ponderosa Ranch.

[Instrumental]



#58
sung by Johnny Cash
sung by Lorne Greene
 
The Old Double Diamond
Ian Tyson lyrics –
[Instrumental]

Now the ol' Double Diamond lay out east of Dubois in the land of the buffalo
And the auctioneer's gavel how it rapped and it rattled
As I watched the ol' Double Diamond go
Won't you listen to the wind mother nature's violin

When I first hired on the ol' Double Diamond
I was a damn poor excuse for a man
Never learned how to aim when the spirit was tame
Couldn't see all the cards in my hand

And the wind whipped the granite above me
Blew the tumbleweeds clean through my soul
Well I fought her winters and I busted her horses
And I took more than I thought I could stand

But the battles with the mountains and cattle
Seem to bring out the best in a man
I guess a sailor he needs an ocean and a mama her babies to hold
But I need the hills of Wyomin' in the land of the buffalo

[Instrumental]

Now she's sellin' out I'm movin' on
But I'm leaving with more than I came
'Cause I've got this saddle and it ain't for sale and I got this song to sing
Find a new range to ride, new knots to tie

In a country where cowboys are king
I turned my tails to the wind and the ol' Double Diamond
Disappeared into the sage.


#59
sung by Ian Tyson
sung by Chris LeDoux

 
Lorena
John Hartford lyrics –
Oh the years creep slowly by, Lorena
Th' snow is on the ground again
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena
The frost gleams where the flowers have been

But the heart beats on as warmly now
As when the summer days were nigh
Oh the sun can never dip so low
To be down in affection's cloudless sky

[Instrumental]

A hundred months have passed, Lorena
Since last I held that hand in mine
And felt pulse beat fast, Lorena
Though mine beat faster far than thine

A hundred months 'twas flowery May
When up that hilly slope we climbed
To watch the dying of the day
And hear the distant church bells chime

[Instrumental]

We loved each other then, Lorena
Far more than we ever dared to tell
And what we might have been, Lorena
Had our lovin' prospered well

Then, 'tis part, the years roll on
I'll not call up their shadowy forms
I'll say to them, "Lost years, sleep on
Sleep on, nor heed life's pelting storms."

[Instrumental]



#60
John Hartford

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