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Lyrics
1.
SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN
(Kris Kristofferson)
« © '70 Combine Music, BMI »
Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for desert
Then I fumbled in my closet to my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoke my mind the night before with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid playing with the can that he was
kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken
And Lord it took me back to something
That I'd lost somewhere somehow along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying that's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy with the laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headed down the street and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk...
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2.
COME ALONG AND RIDE THIS TRAIN
(Johnny Cash)
« © '69 Song Of Cash Music, ASCAP »
Come along and ride this train come along and ride this rain
Cross the mountains prairies reservations rivers levees plains
Come along and ride this train
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3. Medley:
(Ride this train
Ride this train with me to where the great Interstate highways cross the country
A hundred years ago over that very ground long before the roads were there
The lonely pony express rider carried the mail
Then came the stagecoach with people and supplies moving across country
Today carrying on that tradition is the modern mover of America
The man behind the wheel the truck driver)
SIX DAYS ON THE ROAD
(Earl Green - Carl Montgomery)
« © '58 Southern Arts Music, BMI »
Well I pulled out of Pittsburgh rolling down that eastern sea board
I got my diesel wound up and she's running like never before
There's a speed zone ahead well alright I don't see a car in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Well my rig's a little old but that don't mean she's slow
There's a flame from her stack and the smoke's blowing black as coal
My home town is coming in sight if you think I'm happy you're right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
(Sixteen forward gears diesel smoke trailing in the wind
Eighteen tyres checked and singing on the pavement
Five thousand miles to cover three weeks away from home
And it's work Mister it demands the best
And whether your run is on Interstate 70 or hauling freight down the eastern
seaboard
If you're a gear jammer you know there ain't no easy runs)
THERE AIN'T NO EASY RUN
(Tom T. Hall - Dave Dudley)
« © '68 Newkeys Music, BMI / Unichappell Music, BMI »
I was sittin' in the terminal waitin' for my load
When a greenhorn driver came in off of the road
I heard him tell that foreman get my little pink slip
This run is too tough and I'm gonna quit
Now the foreman that day happened to be old Joe
Man he was older than time
He said son how long you been driving this rig
You know I've drove all shapes forms fashions and kinds
And here you are worried about this one little trip
Why I've drove a million miles and then some
He looked that greenhorn right in the eye and he said
Boy there ain't no easy runs
I've drove for Roadway Interstate Hopewell Great Lakes
Walford Mac Time Mayflower Freight Lines
Specter Yellow Transit and Western and Gillete
Red Ball Rider North Western Big Seattle
Beaver Bell Hoover McLeans Gateway Motor Freight Transport Pikes
Dixie Ohio Trans American South East Tex Mason Dixon Watkin and Transcon
Wilson Associates got all that driving done
And I tell you boy there ain't no easy run
Said if you got a gal in Texas they'll send you up to Maine
And if you got a gal in New York they'll send you out on the plains
I know what your problem is you got woman trouble son
And I tell you boy there ain't no easy run
I've drove for Navajo Rate Goose DC
North American High Line Baltimore Freight Park
New Mac Curtis Eastern and then NX
Garrett Hayes Federal and ETM
And Neptune Herron Brinks and Sea Lab
First Dudley Dorsey Bekins and Billingham
Cooper Detroit Jones and American too
Nightway and Central Standard and Boston Sue
Yunham Buckingham got all that driving done
And I tell you boys there ain't no easy run
I've drove for United Acme Tanksley and Shaw
Grammar Atlas Strickland and Docks
Atlantic Owens Karin and Bullman H & H Murphy Field and Mohawk
Skill Skags got all the driving done
And I tell you boys there ain't no easy run
Ain't no easy run
(The next time you see a big semi roaring down the highway
Remember the man at the wheel has a great heritage in America
Like the Pony Express rider the stagecoach driver and the wagon master of old
No matter what the weather no matter where the road
He's the man that delivers the goods
And whatever you eat tonight whatever you wear wherever you sleep
Remember it's very likely that it was a trucker
That brought you your food clothers and your bed)
SAILOR ON A CONCRETE SEA
(Merle Travis)
« © '70 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Well my ocean is four lanes wide my waves are mountain high
I sail a twenty ton schooner with the will of do or die
And my cargo must go through to the port that waits for me
I live on luck for I drive a truck I'm a sailor on a concrete sea
So here's to the unsung hero though he don't make history
From coast to coast let's drink a toast
To the sailor on a concrete sea the sailor on a conrete sea
(Take it easy truckers there ain't no easy run)
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(Most of my people and the people I knew back home
Made their greatest accomplishments in this life
By hard work with their two bare hands
When a fella has given life a good grind and is lying on his dying bed
With his hands folded crossed his chestbone
Feeling the last pumping of his innard workings
One of his good folks ought to raise up his head a tad
And let him take one fadin' look through his eyes once again at his own two
hands
And he ought to be proud in his head if he can say
Concernin' them hands that all their lying by has been laid by proper
And that's a bunch of times I have done somethin' pretty good with 'em)
4.
THESE HANDS
(Eddie Noack)
« © '55 Anne Rachel Music, ASCAP »
These hands aren't the hands of a gentleman
These hands are calloused and old
These hands raised a family these hands built a home
Now these hands raised to praise the Lord
These hands won the heart of my loved one
And with hers they were never alone
And if these hands filled their task what more could you ask
For these fingers have worked to the bone
[ horns ]
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd have me be
For my life hasn't been a success
While some people have power and still they grieve
While these hands brought me happiness
Now I'm tired and I'm old ain't got much gold
Maybe things ain't been all that I've planned
But God above hear my plea when it's time to judge me
Take a look at these hard working hands
Take a look at these hard working hands
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5.
I'M GONNA TRY TO BE THAT WAY
(Johnny Cash)
« © '70 Song Of Cash Music, ASCAP »
Once upon a time there lived a man uhhuh many years ago in a foreign land
Knew how to live right tried to be a light gave everybody a helping hand
I'm gonna try to be that way uhhuh I'm gonna try to be that way
Do the kind of things a man ought to do
Say the kind of things a man ought to say
I'm gonna try to be that way
He never done anybody wrong uhhuh he tried to help everybody along
He brought a better plan to make a better man
Out of the rich or the poor or the weak or the strong
And you know that I'm gonna try to be...
And he preached love and brotherhood uhhuh
He went around doing good doing good
Everywhere he went they knew that he was sent
And the people started acting like they should
And I'm gonna try to be...
Yes I'm gonna try to be...
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6.
COME ALONG AND RIDE THIS TRAIN
(Johnny Cash)
« © '69 Song Of Cash Music, ASCAP »
Come along and ride this train come along and ride this rain
Cross the mountains prairies reservations rivers levees plains
Come along and ride this train
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7. Medley:
(Ride this train ride this train with me to the Mississippi river Delta land
A wide stretch of rich black earth
That spreads out along the banks of the Mississippi river
Startin' somewhere up around southern Illinois
And running right on down to the Gulf of Mexico
This is the land of king cotton this black rich land
And of the people who live here cotton is their bread and butter
And though the land is rich to many life is pretty hard
You see that old shack over there that's the home of a sharecropper
His work is back breaking he could spend thirty years of his life into that kind
of land
And wind up with that kind of place
Only to just up and leave with just the clothes on his back a prayer in his
heart
And a pick up truck half full of used furniture)
MISSISSIPPI DELTA LAND
(Harlan Howard)
« © '70 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Mississippi Delta land you robbed me off my youth
And all you gave back was a one room shack and a mind that learned the truth
There ain't no future for the man that works but never owns the land
And now these old hard working hands are headin' for Chicago in the morning
Mississippi Delta land your riches ain't for me
These kids of mine and me's gonna find a better place to be
Thank you
(At one time most of the cotton in the delta was grown by small cotton farmers
Like my people twenty acres of it
These were people that lived on the land and by the land
Because it's in the nature of a man to always look away to grass
That seems just a little bit greener
Many of the sons and the daughters of these small cotton farmers
Headed for the big cities and the car factories in the north
Like I did when I was eighteen years old
Where they'd heard tell of good money and better times
Where they hoped they could leave leave behind the hardships
The hard times of the small delta farm)
DETROIT CITY
(Mel Tillis - Danny Dill)
« © '63 Cedarwood Publishing, BMI »
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
And I dreamed about those cottonfields and home
I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister and brother
I dreamed about that girl who's been waiting for so long
I wanna go home I wanna go home oh how I wanna go home
Homefolks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars by night I make the bars
If only they could read between the lines
Cause you know I rode the freight train north to Detroit City
And after all these years I find I was just wastin' my time
So I just think I'll take my foolish pride
And put on a Southbound freight and ride
And go on back to the loved ones I left waiting far behind
I wanna go home I wanna go home oh how I wanna go home
(Down in Dyess Arkansas and that part of the delta land where I grew up
I did my earliest singing and I learned my first songs
While picking or chopping cotton out in a cotton patch
Seems somebody was always singing while they worked
To help make the day go a little bit faster
I can remember my sister Louisie out in the cottonfields
She would keep us all cheered up by singing gospel songs and the hits of the
days
And being a few years older than I was she'd teach me songs she'd say
I'm going to sing you this song three times
And then see if you're listening you sing it back to me
Sometimes she'd be way down the row picking ahead of me
And while she was waiting for me to catch up I could hear her singing)
UNCLOUDY DAY
(Joshua K. Alwood)
« © '52 Martin And Morris Music, BMI »
(Oh the land of a cloudless day) and she'd sing and Lord she'd sing
(Oh the land of an uncloudy sky)
And wouldn't she sing oh I can almost hear her singin' now
(Oh they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise)
And I'd pick a little bit harder catch up with her
She'd sing to me some more and she'd sing
(Oh they tell me of an uncloudy day)
(And just about every afternoon as the sun was sinking real low
When we were leaving the cottonfields
All of us would usually leave the fields singing this song)
NO SETTING SUN
(Ruth Davis)
« © '70 Screen Gems Music, BMI »
Life's evening sun is sinking low a few more days and I must go
To meet the deeds that I have done where there will be no setting sun
(Yeah the life of the small delta farmer will soon be gone forever
But though the song may be gone from the cottonfields
The mem'ry of those good people that worker there will live on as long as I live
And as long as the cotton grows tall along the banks of that old Mississippi
river)
MISSISSIPPI DELTA LAND
(Harlan Howard)
« © '70 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Mississippi Delta land my dad and his dad too
They've ploughed your soil and for all that toil they never owned an inch of you
Mississippi delta land you robbed me of my youth
And all you gave back was a one room shack and a mind that learned the truth
Mississippi Delta land
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8.
HERE WAS A MAN
(Johnny Bond - Tex Ritter)
« © '63 Vidor Publications, BMI »
Here was a man a man who was born in a small village the son of a peasant woman
He grew up in another small village
Until reached the age of thirty he worked as a carpenter
Then for three years he was a traveling minister
But he never traveled more than two hundred miles from where he was born
And where he did go he usually walked
He never held political office he never wrote a book never bought a home
Never had a family he never went to college
And he never set foot inside a big city but yes here was a man
Though he never did one on the things that you'd usually associate with
greatness
Here was a man he had no credentials but himself
He had nothing to do with this world
Except through the devine purpose that brought him to this world
And while he was still a young man the tide of popular opinion turned against
him
Most of his friends ran away one of them denied him
One of them betrayed him and turned him over to his enemies
Then he went through the mockery of a trial
And was nailed to a cross between two thieves
And even while he was dying his executioners gambled
For the only piece of property that he had in the world and that was his robe
When he was dead he was taken down from the cross
And laid in a borrowed grave provided by compassionate friends
More than nineteen wide centuries have come and gone
And today he's a centerpiece of the human race
Our leader in the column to human destiny
And I think I'm well within the mark when I say
That all of the armies that ever marched all of the navies that ever sailed the
seas
All of the legislative bodies that ever sat and all of the kings that ever
reigned
All of them put together had not affected the life of man on this earth
So powerfully as that one solitary life here was a man
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