Long Way To Go

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Sometimes I look at the city lights, I feel so alone and I know at the end of the night I will feel this way at home I'm going to go into town I'm going to buy a tombstone i'm gonna dig me a hole and

cluck old hen

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One of my covers of the traditional/public domain tune "Cluck Old Hen" my old hens good old hen she lays eggs for railroad men sometimes 8 sometimes 4 some on the shelf some on the floor cluck old

Some Days

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Some days are good good as the sun grass on the hill were having fun had a bass groove similar to this controlling my fingers for a few weeks. It sounded so much like so many other songs but not like

Running Away

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Some time it feels like i am running away Holding my mouth i have nothing to say Some time it feels like there no place to go Some times I feel I'm at home

Fly Like Never Before (Vinyl Revival 2016-10-05)

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Fly Like Never Before played by Paul & Craig at the Vinyl Revival open mic, 2016-10-05

MR-8 Interface

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MR-8 Interface (SEQ_SAMPLE_RATE) 44100 normal (default) 22050 extended (PROJ_TITLE) "A:\" & 16 char filename (PROJ_CREATE_DATE) 1858-11-17 Signature Map (time signature) bar # 1-5/4, 1-8/8 (1bar

Salty Dog

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Let me be your salty dog or I wont be your man at all Honey let me be your salty dog Salty dog, salty dog, Let me be your salty dog Honey let me be your salty dog Standing on the corner with the

Hot Corn, Cold Corn

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G then D Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Fare thee well Uncle Bill see you in the morning yes sir

Down the road

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Down the road, down the road Got a pretty girl, lives down the road Down the road 'bout an hour or two Got a pretty woman, my Annie true Now every day and Sunday too I walk the soles right off my

Cripple Creek

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C - F C | C - G7 C I got a gal at the head of the creek Goin' up to see her at the end of the week Kisses sweet as homemdae wine Hugs as tight as sweet potato vine Going up Cripple Creek, Goin on the