Workingman's Prayer

Lord, put your hand to the handle of my hoe. Let me make another step, help me go another row. Even know I'm tired, got to try to make a dollar. For my wife and kids, living over in the holler.

Ôàìèëüíûé Âàìïèð

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Why Can't I Come Home

If I could find the strenght I need to do the thing I should. I just walk on out that door be rid of you for good. But a man ain't always strong enough to tell himself that he's been wrong.

Òàíåö Ìàëåíüêèõ Ñâèíåé

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When You Fall In Love Everything's A Waltz

We don't dance the two-step anymore. All we need's a small part of the floor. The band can go on playing almost anything it wants. When you fall in love every thing's a waltz.

Òàíãî Íà Îáëàêå

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Walker's Woods

I stole her from Emmett Fry, and now what's done is done.. Like any man I'm afraid to die, but I'm hurt too bad to run.. I ran with her to Walker's Woods with him close on my heels;.

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Tiny Golden Locket

I walked into a tavern to have a drink and kill some time. A little boy approached me with tears in his eyes. He wasn't more that five or six but he stood like a man.

Ñòðåìíûé Êîðàáëü

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This Old Hat

This old hat's hung on the bedpost too long. Forgotten like some used to be remembered like a song. Where all the words are so easy to recall. Hmm, this old hat.

Ñòî Ëåò, Ïðîæèòûõ Çðÿ

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Theme From "bret Maverick"

Words & Music by. Ed Bruce, Glenn Ray & Patsy Bruce. . Too many dusty trailtowns, too few and far between. Tired saloons with sawdust-covered floors. Too many one more showdowns and aces over queens.

The Tracks You Left On Me

Words & Music by. Ed Bruce, Jeff Elliott and Mike Morgan. . How could I have known back at the start. The day might ever come when you would break my heart.

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The Outlaw And The Stranger

He was born, in three quarter time. When the guitars played flat. The world sang out of tune. . A hundred years late. But ahead of his time. And I swear not a minute too soon.

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The Man Who Turned My Mama On

Words & Music by Ed Bruce. . I wish I'd known the man a little better. That turned my mama on. He must have been a heck of a man. 'Cause mama was a lady, don't you know.

The Last Thing She Said

It wasn't me, and I know it wasnt her. We just ran out the ways, to make it work. If I could hate her like I love her. God you know, that's what I do.