Midnight Wind (1977)

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    MIdnight Wind

    ​He blew in town at midnight
    And he didn't mean to stay
    And then he found her
    Just at closing time at the Alamo Cafe

    And the way he smiled and carried on
    He kinda made her day
    So by the time that she left
    He left with her

    And she let him borrow money
    And she let him drive her car
    She didn't really trust him
    But she done and gone too far

    When the midnight moon is shining
    When it's shining down the way
    Well, if he blew in on the midnight wind
    He may never pass this way again

    She knew down in her heart
    That he would only stay awhile
    But sometimes she was a woman
    And sometimes she was a child
     

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    Then just about the time
    That she was learning how to smile
    One Tuesday night
    He came up missing

    And sometimes now she thinks
    She hears his footsteps cross the floor
    But it's just that midnight wind
    Howling around the door

    When the midnight moon is shining
    When it's shining down the way
    Well, if he blew in on the midnight wind
    He may never pass this way again

    When the midnight moon is shining
    When it's shining down the way
    Well, if he blew in on the midnight wind
    He may never pass this way again

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    Sugar Hill Saturday Night

    Well, the women are foxy and lowdown
    They all like to have a good time
    The men are sneaky and no account
    They knock you in the head for a dime
    And Friday evening to Sunday night
    They stay stoned running blind

    Well the music starts getting right
    The people start getting tight
    Some fool started a fight 
    That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night

    There's a juke joint they call the Big Mama
    And a joint called Rising Sun
    You can have a good time
    But if you step outta line
    You damn sure better run
    Cause the sheriff stands six foot seven
    And he's a head whoopin' son of a gun

    Well the music starts getting right
    The people start getting tight
    Some fool started a fight 
    That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night

    Well it's five o'clock in the morning
    And the blues is all played out
    Just sitting here drinking whiskey from this coffee cup
    When the lights went out

    Well the music starts getting right
    The people start getting tight
    Some fool started a fight 
    That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night

    Music starts getting right
    The people start getting tight
    Some fool started a fight 
    That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night​

  • 3

    Heaven Can Be Anywhere (Twin Pines Theme)

    Somewhere there's got to be
    Someplace where you and me
    Can get away from this noise and worry

    Just you and me alone
    There'd be no telephone
    We'd never be in a hurry

    Just a hill with some tall trees
    Where a creek comes moving in line (or bubbling by)
    Mingling with the green of the grass
    And the blue of the sky

    I'd never go away
    We'd just spend everyday
    Living out the dreams we've been saving

    Anyone who'd see us
    Sure would like to be us
    Just for the memories we're making

    But I guess that would be heaven
    And I don't really care
    Cause while we're dreamin, baby
    You don't have to wonder, baby
    Heaven can be anywhere
    As long as you're there

    But I guess that would be heaven
    And I don't really care
    Cause while we're dreamin, baby
    You don't have to wonder, baby
    Heaven can be anywhere
    As long as you're there​

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    Maria Teresa

    Lights along the border
    Two more lonely hours and I can go
    Across the Rio Grande and Laredo
    Cause Maria Teresa Marina Martinez
    Is waitin' in Old Mexico

    She's a rich Señor's daughter
    And he sure ain't gonna like it when he knows
    But I damn sure fight him and half of Texas
    'Cause Maria Teresa Marina Martinez
    Is waitin' in Old Mexico

    High Sierra
    Where evening breeze blows the tumbleweeds along
    My Sombrero
    And there's million stars and a thousand guitars
    Always playing my song

    Just a wild crazy cowboy
    And I still don't like the way they rodeo
    But I'll give up my wild oats for her sweet love
    'Cause Maria Teresa Marina Martinez
    Is waitin' in Old Mexico

    High Sierra
    Down where evening breeze blows the tumbleweeds along
    My Sombrero
    And there's million stars and a thousand guitars
    Always playing my song

    Lights along the border
    Two more lonely hours and I can go
    'Cross the Rio Grande and Laredo
    Cause Maria Teresa Marina Martinez
    Is waitin' in Old Mexico

    Maria Teresa Marina Martinez
    Is waitin' in Old Mexico​

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    Indian Man

    Indian Man
    They took your home
    They took your land
    Left you on the run for all of these years

    Indian man
    You didn't fit the white man's plan
    So he herded you off down the Trail of Tears

    But there was a time when the land was free
    When the Seminole and the Cherokee
    Stood proud
    From the Rio Grande to the Midnight Sun
    The Navajo rode and the Blackfeet drums beat loud

    From the East they came
    With the Cavalry soldiers and the wagon train
    With a treaty of peace and rifle in their hands
    And then the West was won
    With the broken promise and the Gatling gun
    And nobody never even tried to understand

    But the Bible got read and the church bells rung
    And they talk about peace with a forked tongue
    In vain
    While Blackfeet starved and the Cheyennes froze
    And the Sioux blood stained the coldest snows
    In shame

    And the tracks went down
    On the huntin' land and the sacred ground
    Pickin' up all the drifters along the way
    And then the trains rolled in
    With the buffalo skinners and the greedy men
    And the world got a little bit smaller every day

    But there was a time when the land was free
    When the Seminole and the Cherokee
    Stood tall
    Your head was up but your hopes were down 
    Though your heart was on the ground
    You stood it all
    And you're a better man than I am
    Indian Man​

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    Grapes of Wrath

    In 1927 Oklahoma blew away
    And we started 'cross the country in a beat up Chevrolet
    Our backs were to the sunrise and our feet were on the path
    We're going out to the promised land and the Grapes of Wrath

    They called us dirty rednecks and they called us filthy bums
    Said we don't want ya'll in our town so why the Hell'd you come?
    We ain't scared of anybody we're just running from the drought
    And I'm damn proud I'm an Okie so you'd better watch your mouth

    California you're a faker
    California you're a lie
    'Cause the rich keep getting richer
    While the hungry children cry
    One of these days 
    you're going to pay
    For your mistakes

    I spent all my younger days just followin' the sun
    I met the only girl I ever loved when I was 21
    And Ruby was the only good thing that I ever had
    Oh Lord, I don't know how thing can turn out so bad

    We moved out close to Bakersfield and tried to settle down
    I got a job sharecroppin' for the richest man in town
    If he'd a just left us alone we'd a lived a happy life
    But he couldn't keep his eyes off of my wife

    He slipped into my house one day when Ruby was alone
    And by the time that I got back the damage had been done
    And what I saw when I walked in just filled me full of hate
    And she just laid there crying
    Like her heart would break

    I grabbed my gun and started out but Ruby begged me please
    So I went in town and told the law but they just laughed at me
    But thirteen sticks of dynamite that night made quite a sound
    And brought a big fine mansion tumbling to the ground

    California you're a faker
    California you're a lie
    Cause the rich keep getting richer
    While the hungry children cry
    One of these days 
    you're going to pay
    For your mistakes​

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    Redneck Fiddlin' Man

    Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town
    And there ain't much happens 'til the sun goes down
    Then all the people come from miles around
    To hear a little four-piece band
    There's a dog house bass and a kid on the drums
    And a guitar picker just as hot as they come
    Up steps a man with a bow on his thumb and a fiddle in his hand
    He tunes up the fiddle and he resins up the bow
    And he plays an old tune called "Cotton Eyed Joe"
    And they dance all night on a hard wood floor to the redneck fiddlin' man

    [CHORUS:]
    Good times go by easy
    Good times fly away

    One night some boys from town came by
    With a bellyfull of liquor and the devil in their eye
    And they said, "Old man, you're way outta style
    You don't play Rock N' Roll"
    Well, he picked up his fiddle with style and ease
    And he played a little rock just as pretty as you please
    Then he bent down, turned around, knocked them to their knees
    When he played a little mountain soul
    Then, he tightened up his bow and he made another pass
    And he played "Sally Good'N" kinda' rowdy and fast
    Then he played a little blues and he played a little jazz
    Just to show them he could do it all

    [CHORUS:]
    Good times go by easy
    Good times fly away

    Well, he tuned up the fiddle and he resined up the bow
    And he played an old song called "Cotton Eyed Joe"
    And they danced all night on a hard wood floor to the redneck fiddlin' man​

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    Ode to Sweet Smoky

    Please treat me tender
    Like you used to
    One and another 
    How could we lose

    Oh those sweet memories
    Come back to me silently
    Oh sweet Smokey
    I'm in love with you

    She was the first girl
    I'd ever seen
    Dressed in a robe of 
    Tall evergreens

    Oh those days ponderin'
    Freely I was wanderin'
    Oh sweet Smokey
    I'm in love with you

    High on a mountain
    You know you make me 
    Weak in the knees
    High on a mountain
    I just can't believe 
    The things that I see

    High on a mountain
    You know you make me 
    Weak in the knees
    High on a mountain
    I just can't believe 
    The things that I see​

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    Good Ole Boy

    Well I went down the road and I got in a fight.
    We was cuttin' and a shootin' in the middle of the night.
    The police came to raid the place
    Well I jumped up; cussed in the police face
    They whipped my head until my head caved in. 
    I jumped back up said do it again.

    I'm a little wild and a little bit breezy
    Rollin' 'em high and ridin' 'em easy, yes I am
    Hog wild and woman crazy
    'Bout half mean and about half lazy, yes I am
    But I know what I am
    And I don't give a damn
    'Cause I'm a good ole boy

    Well I found myself on a lucky streak
    Rollin' seven come eleven in the middle of the street.
    I won me two hundred dollars on a natural pass
    When a big dude started givin' me some sass.
    Well I grabbed him by the neck and I jerked him around
    I tore up his head and a acre of ground

    I'm a little wild and a little bit breezy
    Rollin' 'em high and ridin' 'em easy, yes I am
    Hog wild and woman crazy
    'Bout half mean and about half lazy, yes I am
    But I know what I am
    And I don't give a damn
    'Cause I'm a good ole boy

    Well I jumped right up and I went for a ride
    And I was driving my car on the left hand side.
    Well I started out rollin' toward the county line
    But I got sidetracked by a bottle of wine.
    I run the right rear wheel in a big mudhole.
    I tore down a house and a telephone pole.

    But I'm a little wild and a little bit breezy
    Rollin' 'em high and ridin' 'em easy, yes I am
    Hog wild and woman crazy
    'Bout half mean and about half lazy, yes I am
    But I know what I am
    And I don't give a damn
    'Cause I'm a good ole boy​

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    Black Bayou

    Well I lost all my money playing five card stud
    Now my last six pack is gone
    I ain't got no bed for my achin' head
    Cause my baby won't let me come home

    Well it must have been a west-bound ill wind
    It might have been an evil breeze
    But something come floating through the swamp last night
    And put the hoochie-coo on me

    Black Bayou
    I ain't done nothing to you

    When I woke up it was late Sunday night 
    And I was way down in jail on my knees
    I called my best friend up on the phone
    And said, "Hey buddy, can you help me please?"
    He said, "I think you must have the wrong number,
    I don't seem to recall your name."
    I said, "They turn me loose,
    I get my hands on you, 
    You ain't never a gonna forget it again."

    Black Bayou
    I ain't done nothing to you.

    [bridge]

    Well it must have been a west-bound ill wind
    It might have been an evil breeze
    But something come floating through the swamp last night
    And put the hoochie-coo on me

    Black Bayou
    I ain't done nothing to you.

    Black Bayou
    I ain't done nothing to you.

    Black Bayou
    I ain't done nothing to you.​