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White line oceans Black top seas I’ve been sailing Mother nature fought with me Her ice and snow Rain and sleet were falling Now my ship it has been docked The crew is gone The anchors dropped out front You slide a glass in front of me Through eyes of green Ask me what I want I want freedom, for one And drinks for two I want justice for all And a shot, for me and you Don’t tell me there’s nothing here You only serve wine and beer Oh no Where’s a man to get a hundred-proof Shot of truth When he’s feeling down and low There must be something in the back I’ll slip it down the hatch No one will know My spirit needs a spirit And elixir A fixer for my soul A bourbon splash in a glass I’m learning fast And living slow And you can pour it over tears Over laughs Over ice, cracked and cold Freedom is a sacred word A seldom heard songbird It holds no fear So what say you, what say I What say we grab this wine Get out of here? And we’ll find freedom And we can find drinks too And we’ll hope for justice A shot for me and shot for you

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These walls are so paper-thin Not strong enough to keep me in Soon I’ll be out of here at last I’ll be hopping trains and hitching rides Spend my nights in smokey dives I’ll be living life, so damn fast They can’t build a wall Strong enough to keep me in And there ain’t no Hellhound in Georgia Gonna drag me back again When that jailer slammed my cell door shut Something in my mind went off I knew I had to get me out of here The thought of a cold whiskey shot Or a woman’s touch is oh so soft It almost brought me to tears So I sold up all my cigarettes I got some tools and few good men Started diggin a hole into the ground And it wasn’t but a week or more When they opened up my jail cell door And I wasn’t nowhere to be found I remember it like yesterday You could hear those sirens miles away They even put a bounty on my head From Georgia up to Tennessee Now the state police they were looking for me Didn’t matter if I was alive or dead So now I’m living life out on the road Some of these nights so windy and cold But I’d never trade it for where I was And if someday they catch up with me And drag me back in custody I won’t even worry because

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I was in the joint in East Detroit Served a sentence in Dallas, Texas I got locked up all over trying to get through Oklahoma And I ain’t been back there since In the slammer in Alabama And Montana, Savannah, and Atlanta In the penitentiary down Memphis, Tennessee I got a tattoo says “I heart mama” Incarcerated in every state Institutionalized along the way Did I happen to mention that my life of correction Started back in Juvenile detention My rap sheet’s a mile long But it’s not why I sing my song No I came here to say there’s been a terrible mistake ‘Cause I ain’t done nothing wrong I’ve been arrested for possession of just about everything From weapons to wild animals, I’ve got breaking and entering Burglary, disorderly, battery, trespassing These are all just cases of mistaken identity Charges dropped in St Louis, picked back up in Kansas City Paroled in Alabama, Probation in Mississippi I’ve been detained, retained, and contained, and jailed But I never missed a court date, I ain’t never skipped bail I’m just a victim of the system, a victim of circumstance They framed me, set me up, tampered with evidence I ain’t never done nothing wrong, I would swear on my mother Except for maybe that one time… and maybe a couple others I was in the joint in East Detroit Arrested down in Houston, Texas Solitary confinement way up in Rhode Island And I ain’t been back there since In the slammer in Alabama Montana, Savannah, Atlanta, Nevada, Nebraska In the penitentiary down in Jackson, Mississippi I got a tattoo that says “I heart Steve” Incarcerated in every state Institutionalized in every way Did I happen to mention that my life of correction Started back in after school detention Yeah my rap sheet’s a mile long But it’s not why I sing my song No I came here to say there’s been a terrible mistake ‘Cause I ain’t done nothing wrong No I ain’t done nothing wrong

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Train won’t you let me ride Your fifteen cars of coal and hay Train won’t you let me ride And take me far away Hear that whistle cross the plains The countryside, right on time Hear that whistle blow for days You can hear it blow for miles Bad luck and hard times Have got me running, from my home Bad luck and hard times Is all I ever know The train I ride is running south Where the Mississippi meets the sea Take me to that river’s mouth In the town of New Orleans Hear her rumble down the track She hits the brakes, shakes the ground People wave and whistle back We’re pulling into town

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I woke up late last night Alone as I could be Searching for my Shady Grove She was not next to me Walked along these moonlit streets Searched them up and down Came upon old William’s house The bedroom light was one Shady Grove, my little love Shady Grove I say Shady Grove, my little love I’m bound to go away My heart it pounded through my chest Not knowing what I’d find Could it be old William Bell Was lying with my wife Crept along his gravel drive Crawled through his front yard Looked and saw my Shady Grove Wrapped up in his arms I jumped and turned around Through his door I run Back into his bedroom It was there I drew my gun I shot once, and he shot twice My shot hit his side His first shot made sure I fell The second, sure I died “Lord oh Lord have mercy on me” Cried little Shady Grove “Lord have mercy on these men, Both whom I do love”

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The Highway called me on the telephone Said “Friend, I hadn’t seen you in a while” The Highway called me on the telephone “Must not be walking lonely miles” So I wrote a letter to the westward wind “Just might be seeing you soon, Your brother from the east has been at my front door And he’s got me thinking ‘bout you” We’ve all been lonesome and low We all needed a friend I found mine on the road Running with my back to the wind I’ve been a traveler long as I can recall Out on the road since I was born I’ve been a brother to the rain that would fall I’ve been a friend to the storm But now my suitcase is packed to the brim And the rain is falling on my head A little worn out, and a little worn in, But I’m proud to call the road my friend Six long years now, since I left my home And I’m still out here running ‘round Six long years, since I left my home I don’t know if I am lost or if I’m found So when you see me, won’t you please say hello Don’t just smile or tip your hat Won’t you tell me a story ‘bout a traveling man Who carried his home on his back

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Long ago, the wind had just been born He was so young and sweet Ethereal and free of guilt As a boy, with a magnifying glass And a line of marching ants He blew fires all across this land Wind, I can hear you now you old man You moan and groan and howl Wind, you’re no kind of friend I scream, my name to you again When will you grow old enough To listen The wind, grew up to be strong Learned his right from wrong A soft breeze from a stormy day And as a man, spreading seeds throughout the land He traveled far and wide Let the birds rely on him I spend, my nights alone outside Listen to the song The wind brings across the sea But when, I need someone to hear To listen, love, and stay The wind just blows away again

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Well he built it real light and a whole lot quicker For running moonshine and bootleg liquor In the hills of Virginia, nineteen-twenty-three And he never not once thought he might get caught He never had trouble out-running the law A motorhead’s delight and a moonshiner’s dream Zero to Sixty Faster than any lawman could blink his eyes Zero to Sixty Gone in a cloud of dust ‘fore you could say goodbye Now he’s running liquor all around Thomasville And he’s running out of gas so he stopped to fill The Sheriff comes up says “Boy I’m watching you” And the moonshiner said “Sheriff, you could have me, That is now son, if you could catch me I’m the baddest, the fastest, the meanest racing fool” Zero to Sixty Faster than any lawman could blink his eye Zero to Sixty Gone in a cloud of dust ‘fore you could say goodbye Well the Sheriff stood up said “Boys I’ve had it, I’m gonna get up, get out, go stop this racket. I’m going to the shop, get me a new set of wheels” “I’ll have more horsepower than a stable in Kentucky The world ain’t never known a man so lucky He could outrun my new souped up automobile” Zero to Sixty Faster than any outlaw running moonshine Zero to Sixty Gone in cloud of dust ‘fore you could say goodbye So here they come down Highway Nine You’ve got the moonshiner running with the Sheriff behind Swerving and curving and speeding as fast as they go They dodge and bob through the oncoming traffic But the Sheriffs getting tired and he starts to panic He pulled his pistol, boy he let her go Zero to Sixty Faster than any outlaw running moonshine Zero to Sixty Gone in a cloud of dust ‘fore you could say goodbye When the Sheriff started shooting, moonshiner hit the gas He was coming ‘round the curve but he took it too fast His wheels started spinning and smoking as he lost control Around that curve the Sheriff came flying He hit the moonshiner, well they both started sliding Through the guardrail and down the mountain they rolled Zero to Sixty Faster than two old fools down a mountain side Zero to Sixty Gone in a cloud of dust ‘fore you could say goodbye They was gone in a cloud of dust ‘for you could say goodbye