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(# 15 top country album)

Lester Flatt - lead vocal/guitar
Earl Scruggs - vocal/banjo
Josh Graves - vocal/dobro
Jake Tullock - vocal/bass
Paul Warren - vocal/fiddle
Grady Martin - lead guitar/12str guitar
Joe Zinkan - bass
Charlie McCoy - harmonica
Recorded:
1965, Columbia Studio, Nashville
© Peer Int, BMI
[ instrumental ]
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© Scruggs Music, BMI
Now freight train keeps rolling and leaves a riding to be
There's folks in Natchez that I'm longing to see
The wide cotton's growing and the magnolia's in bloom
Just ten miles from Natchez that's where I'll be making my home
Got a letter from sister she said they miss me at home
The farm is neglected cause papa can't work at the loam
Now they held this mailing mama's hair's turning grey
Just ten miles from Natchez and I'll be back with them to stay
[ instrumental ]
I wanted to ramble you know how a young boy would dream
Off to Chicago searching for fortune and fame
Spent many long nights with the hoboes down by the track
Homesick in Natchez and too much proud to go back
I went to Alaska searching the mountains for gold
I might have stayed but the winters there are so cold
Went down to old Frisco work on the docks for a while
I was doing all right till this bound freight caught my eye
Just ten miles from Natchez that's where I'll be making my home
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© Criterion Music, ASCAP
Well it's lonesome in this old town everybody puts me down
I'm a face without a name just a walking in the rain
I'm going back to Houston Houston Houston
I got holes in both of my shoes I'm a walking case of the blues
Saw a dollar yesterday but the wind blew it away
I'm going back to Houston Houston Houston
[ instrumental ]
I haven't eaten in about a week I'm so hugry when I walk I squeak
Nobody calls me friend it's sad the shape I'm in
I'm going back to Houston Houston Houston
Got a girl waitin' there for me where at least she said she'd be
I got a home and a good warm bed and a feather pillow for my head
I'm going back to Houston Houston Houston
Well it's lonesome in this old town everybody puts me down
I'm a face without a name yeah I'm a walkin' in the rain
I'm going back to Houston Houston Houston
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© Arc Music, BMI
Long distance information give me Memphis Tennessee
Help me find the party try to get in touch with me
She could not leave her number but I know who placed the call
Cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall
Help me operator get in touch with my Marie
She's the only one who'd called me here from Memphis Tennessee
Her home is on the southside high up on a ridge
Just a half a mile from the Mississippi Bridge
[ instrumental ]
The last time I saw my Marie she was waving me goodbye
Hurry home drops on her cheeks that trickled from her eyes
We were torn apart because her mom could not agree
And tore apart our happy home in Memphis Tennessee
Help me operator more than this I cannot add
Only that I miss her so and all the fun we had
Marie is only six years old get the message please
Help to put me through to her in Memphis Tennessee
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© Leiber-Stoller Music, ASCAP
I'm goin' to Kansas City Kansas City here I come
I'm goin' to Kansas City Kansas City here I come
Tell them Kansas City women their Kansas City daddys comin' home
Been on this old road travelin' night and day
On this old road travelin' night and day
I'm goin' to Kansas City Casey's callin' me
I got a friend in Denver he wanted me to stay awhile
Got a friend in Denver he wanted me to stay awhile
But I'm goin' to Kansas City countin' every mile
[ instrumental ]
I've been hitchhikin' every day and night
Yeah mostly hikin' every day and night
Just a few more miles old Casey will be in sight
When they lay me down beneath that cold cold ground
When they lay this old boy down beneath that cold cold ground
It'll be in Kansas City Casey my old hometown
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© Vidor Pub, BMI
[ instrumental ]
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© Newkeys Music, BMI
Rock of ages cleft for me
Now that could be the voice of John F Morgan in the Ripley jailhouse singin' hymns
Well ol' Johnny might just be singin' hymn this mornin'
Cause this is gonna be a hangin' day for him
Now people say that Johnny was a bad man and that he had a name for bein' mean
He cut a hatchet one cold weary morning he killed two children and the widow Green
By a thousand people gathered there in Ripley invited by the sheriff Jay O Shimm
Havin' fun and drinking moonshine liquor and listenin' to ol' Johnny singin' hymn
The day don't call in Ripley West Virginia the scaffold stood in silence in a field
Johnny kept on singin' in the jailhouse waiting there to eat his final meal
Then rumor started flying through the gathering
That John F Morgan might get his reprieve
The people started yelling toward the sheriff
Afraid they'd miss for all they come to see
But Jay O Shimm the sheriff of Jackson County
Afraid that such a thing could have been done
Said I said there was gonna be a hangin' and I still mean it there's a gonna be one
They led John Morgan from the Ripley jailhouse
And he rode through the happy laughin' crowd
But when John Morgan stepped upon the scaffold
They grew quiet when he lift his head and bowed
They listened to the preacher say the last words
They fixed the news and tied John Morgan's hand
The signal came and someone sprang the dead's rout
And sent John Morgan to another land
The last public hanging in old West Virginia a true story written in this song
On the sixteen of December in fifteen ninety seven
John F Morgan paid the price of doing wrong
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© Butterfield Music, ASCAP
We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We've been talkin' bout Jackson ever since the fire went out
I'm goin' to Jackson gonna mess around
Yeah I'm a goin' to Jackson you know I'm Jackson bound
Go on down to Jackson go ahead and wreck your health
Play your hand big lovin' man make a big fool of yourself
Go down to Jackson comb your hair try to snowball Jackson see if she cares
When I breeze into that city people gonna stoop and bow
All them women gonna want me teach 'em what they don't know how
I'm a goin' to Jackson turn loose my coat
Yeah I'm a goin' to Jackson goodbye that's all she wrote
They laugh at you in Jackson and she'll be dancing all around
Lead you round town like a scalded hound with your tail tucked between your legs
Go down to Jackson you big talkin' man
She'll be waiting in Jackson behind her Japan fan
We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We've been talking bout Jackson ever since the fire went out
We're goin' to Jackson that's a fact
Yeah we're goin' to Jackson ain't never comin' back
Yeah goin' down to Jackson we're goin' to Jackson
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© Newkeys Music, BMI
© Red River Songs, BMI
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
[ instrumental ]
Now who's that gal with red dress on some folks called her Dinah
Stole my heart away from me way down in Louisiana
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
[ instrumental ]
Now I always wear a great big smile I never do look sour
Travelin' all over the country playin' by the hour
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
[ instrumental ]
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
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© Cedarwood Pub, BMI
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
And dreamed about the life I left at home
I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister and brother
I dreamed about the girl who's been waiting for so long
I wanna go home I wanna go home oh how I wanna go home
Homefolks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If they could only read between the lines
I wanna go home I wanna go home oh how I wanna go home
Cause you know I rode the freight train north to Detroit City
And after all these years I find that I've just been wastin' my time
So I just think I'll take my foolish pride
And put it on a Southbound freight and ride
And go on back to the loved ones I left so far behind
I wanna go home I wanna go home oh how I wanna go home
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© Scruggs Music, BMI
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