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  • Folsom Prison Blues

    Well I hear that train a comin’
    It’s rollin’ around the bend
    I ain’t seen the sunshine
    Since I don’t know when
    Well I’m stuck in Folsom Prison
    And time keeps draggin’ on
    That train keeps rollin’
    On down to San Antone

    When I was just a baby
    My mama told me, “Son,
    Always be a good boy
    Don’t you ever play with guns”
    But I shot a man in Reno
    Just to watch him die
    When I hear that lonesome whistle
    I hang my head and cry

    Well I bet there’s rich folks eating
    In a fancy dinin’ car
    I bet they’re taking mushrooms
    And smokin’ big cigars
    Well I know I had it comin’
    I know I can’t be free
    Those people keep movin’
    And that’s what tortures me

    If they free me from this prison
    If that railroad train was mine
    You bet I’d move it on
    A little farther down the line
    Yeah, far from Folsom Prison
    That’s where I want to be
    Well those people keep movin’
    Goddammit, that’s what tortures me

    If they’d free me from this prison
    If that railroad train was mine
    You bet I’d move it on
    A little farther down the line
    Yeah, far from Folsom Prison
    That’s where I want to be
    Well those people keep movin’
    Goddammit that’s what tortures me

    – Johnny Cash

  • Fairytale of New York

    It was Christmas Eve babe
    In the drunk tank
    An old man said to me, won’t see another one
    And then he sang a song
    The Rare Old Mountain Dew
    I turned my face away
    And dreamed about you

    Got on a lucky one
    Came in eighteen to one
    I’ve got a feeling
    This year’s for me and you
    So happy Christmas
    I love you baby
    I can see a better time
    When all our dreams come true

    They’ve got cars big as bars
    They’ve got rivers of gold
    But the wind goes right through you
    It’s no place for the old
    When you first took my hand
    On a cold Christmas Eve
    You promised me
    Broadway was waiting for me

    You were handsome
    You were pretty
    Queen of New York City
    When the band finished playing
    They howled out for more
    Sinatra was swinging,
    All the drunks they were singing
    We kissed on a corner
    Then danced through the night

    The boys of the NYPD choir
    Were singing “Galway Bay”
    And the bells were ringing out
    For Christmas day

    You’re a bum
    You’re a punk
    You’re an old slut on junk
    Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
    You scumbag, you maggot
    You cheap lousy faggot
    Happy Christmas your arse
    I pray God it’s our last

    I could have been someone
    Well so could anyone
    You took my dreams from me
    When I first found you
    I kept them with me babe
    I put them with my own
    Can’t make it all alone
    I’ve built my dreams around you

    – The Pogues

    This is my favourite Christmas carol

  • Love Me Tender

    Love me tender love me sweet
    Never let me go
    You have made my life complete
    And I love you so

    Love me tender love me true
    All my dreams fulfilled
    For my darlin’ I love you
    And I always will

    Love me tender love me long
    Take me to your heart
    For it’s there that I belong
    And we’ll never part

    Love me tender love me dear
    Tell me you are mine
    I’ll be yours thru all the years
    Till the end of time

    – Elvis Presley, 1956

    Song on “Crossing Jordan” tonight

    released as a single in September 1956, but not on an album until March 1958

  • Animal Song


    When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head
    A television freak show cops and robbers everywhere
    Subway makes me nervous people pushing me too far
    I’ve got to break away
    So take my hand now

    Chorus
    ’cause I want to live like animals
    Careless and free like animals
    I want to live
    I want to run through the jungle
    The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet

    I’ve been having difficulties keeping to myself
    Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf
    Animals and children tell the truth they never lie
    Which one is more human
    There’s a thought now you decide

    Compassion in the jungle
    Compassion in your hands yeah
    Would you like to make a run for it
    Would you like to take my hand yeah

    Chorus

    Sometimes this life can get you down
    It’s so confusing
    There’s so many rules to follow
    And I feel it
    ’cause I just run away in my mind

    Superstars and cannonballs running through your head
    Television freak show cops and robbers everywhere
    Animals and children tell the truth they never lie
    Which one is more human
    There’s a thought now you decide

    Compassion in the jungle
    Compassion in your hands yeah
    Would you like to make a run for it
    Would you like to take my hand yeah

    Repeat chorus to fade

    – Savage Garden

  • One more Cup of Coffee for the Road

    Your breath is sweet
    Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
    Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
    On the pillow where you lie.
    But I don’t sense affection
    No gratitude or love
    Your loyalty is not to me
    But to the stars above.

    One more cup of coffee for the road,
    One more cup of coffee ‘fore I go
    To the valley below.

    Your daddy he’s an outlaw
    And a wanderer by trade
    He’ll teach you how to pick and choose
    And how to throw the blade.
    He oversees his kingdom
    So no stranger does intrude
    His voice it trembles as he calls out
    For another plate of food.

    One more cup of coffee for the road,
    One more cup of coffee ‘fore I go
    To the valley below.

    Your sister sees the future
    Like your mama and yourself.
    You’ve never learned to read or write
    There’s no books upon your shelf.
    And your pleasure knows no limits
    Your voice is like a meadowlark
    But your heart is like an ocean
    Mysterious and dark.

    One more cup of coffee for the road,
    One more cup of coffee ‘fore I go
    To the valley below.

    – Bob Dylan

  • People Get Ready


    People get ready
    There’s a train a commin’
    You don’t need no baggage
    You just get on board
    All You need is faith
    To hear the diesels hummin’
    You don’t need no ticket
    You just thank the lord

    So people get ready
    There’a a train to jordan
    Picking up passengers
    Coast to coast
    Faith is the key
    Open the doors and board them
    There’s hope for all
    Among those loved the most

    There ain’t no room
    For the hopeless sinner
    Whom would hurt all mankind
    Just to save his own
    Have pitty on those whose
    Chances grow thinner
    For there is no hiding place
    Against the kingdom’s throne

    People get ready
    There’s a train a commin’
    You don’t need no baggage
    You just get on board
    All You need is faith
    To hear the diesels hummin’
    You don’t need no ticket
    You just thank the lord

    – Curtis Mayfield

  • Spanish Is The Loving Tongue

    Spanish is the loving tongue
    Soft as music, light as spring
    T’was a girl I learned it from
    Living down Sonora way
    Well, I don’t look much like a lover
    Still I say her love words over
    Mostly when I’m all alone
    “Mi amor, mi corazon”.

    On the nights that I would ride,
    She would listen for my spurs.
    Throw those big doors open wide,
    Raise them laughing eyes of hers.
    How those hours would get to flyin’,
    All too soon I’d hear her sighing,
    In her little sorry tone:
    “Mi amor mi corazon.”

    Haven’t seen her, haven’t seen her since that night
    I can’t cross the line no more
    They want me for a gamblin’ fight
    Like as not it’s better so
    Still I always kind of missed her
    Since that last sad night I kissed her
    Broke her heart, lost my own
    Adios, mi corazon
    Broke her heart, lost my own
    Adios, mi corazon
    Adios, mi corazon
    Adios, mi corazon.