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(# 25 top country album)

Grady Martin, Wayne Moss, Lenny Breau, Fred Carter, Ray Edenton - guitar
Pete Drake - steel
Roy Huskey - bass
Jerry Carrigan - drums
Charlie McCoy - harmonica/vibes/bells
Hargus Pig Robbins - piano
Rufus Long - flute
Vocals:
Joe Babcock, Dolores Edgin, June Page, Hurshel Wiginton
Recorded:
Nov/1967, RCA Victor Studio, Nashville
© Crazy Crow Music, BMI
Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when you're older must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind from where we came
And go round and round and round in the circle game
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels lost to car wheels through the town
And they tell him take your time it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
So the boyhood dream tomorrow now is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round...
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(# 18 country hit)
© Acuff-Rose Music, BMI
You've joined the in-crowd and tried everything out that's sin
You've been down to the park and in the dark found new friend
You've become a part of what used to startle you hon
And now you are what you swore you would not become
Little world girl you've gone away
And left us all in Idaho Falls and moved to LA
Your thoughts were too deep for the men of the street to dig
The buttons and signs you wore of the times were too big
Check on the greyhound and babe send me a wire
We'll solve the world's problems on an Idaho farm by the fire
Little world girl summer is gone
Winter is here I need you near come on back home
La la la lala la la...
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© Witmark And Sons, ASCAP
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white man and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
But time has no beginnings and the hist'ry has no bounds
As to this verdant country they came from all around
They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forest tall
Built the mines mills and factories for the good of us all
And when the young man's fancy was a turnin' to the spring
The railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers ring
Their minds were overflowin' with the visions of their day
And many a fortune lost and won and many a debt to pay
For they looked in the future and what did they see
They saw an iron road running from the sea to the sea
Bringin' the goods to the young growin' land
All up from the seaports and into their hands
So bring in the workers and bring up the rails
We gotta lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Open her heart and let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way cause we're movin' too slow
Get on our way cause we're movin' too slow
Behind the blue rockies the sun is declinin'
The stars they come stealing at the close of the day
Across the wide prairie our loved ones lie a sleepin'
Beyond the dark forest in a place far away
We are the poor boys who work upon the railway
Swinging our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
Livin' on that stew and a drinking bad whiskey
Layin' down at tracks till the long days are done
Yeah bendin' our backs till the railroad is done
We are the navies who work upon the railway
We are the navies who work upon the railway
Swinging our hammers in the bright blazing sun
Laying down track and building the bridges
Bending our backs till the railroad is done
Bout the song bout the future has been sung
All the battles have been won
On the mountain tops we stand all the world at our command
We have opened up the soil with our teardrops and our toil
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run...
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
And many are the dead men too silent to be real
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© Acuff-Rose Music, BMI
Your home is a castle and high on a hilltop it stands
Your servants are many and your every wish their command
It would take a king's ransome to buy back the ring from your hand
But you steal through the night and come to my side
To worship the ground where I stand
[ instrumental ]
Your master has given you diamonds and silver and gold
And pretty silk dresses to wear with your soft velvet robes
And he's given you horses to ride anywhere that you please
Ride only the swift one when you come a riding to me
[ instrumental ]
All I can offer is a shelter of trees in the glen
The field of wild flowers takes the place of your soft feather bed
And after we've whispered and sung all the songs we can sing
With your robe stained with grass you leave me at last
To sit at the throne of a king
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© Acuff-Rose Music, BMI
Be careful with that little drink before dinner
Or you'll suddenly found you've become yourself
And now you're doin' things you've longed to but never have done
You'll find your friends are talkin' to each other and so you risk
Slippin' out for just for a moment and slippin' back without being missed
Be careful with that little drink before dinner
Or you'll somehow suddenly find
You're out in the lobby phonebooth and in your hand is a dime
And on your lips is a whisper and in your eye a tear
And in your heart is a longin' for that someone to be near
Be careful with that little drink before dinner
Or you'll hear yourself anxiously say
Taxi take me quickly to the airport right away
And you'll find your footsteps racin' to meet that certain flight
That you catch in every wish dream to Shangrali each night
So be careful with that little drink before dinner
Or your friends will wonder why
You just had that little drink before dinner
And then left without saying goodbye
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© Acuff-Rose Music, BMI
I hear your wrist watch tick and see the golden little hands
And almost hear them whisper you the time
Though I'm sittin' here next to you
You look at me but you don't see me do you
I see what you are looking at reflecting in your eyes
They even turn your twinkle upside down
And though I'm sittin' here next to you
You look at me but you don't see me do you
Oh how can you look right through me after
I've been so true to you or don't that matter
I can taste the smoke that passes between your lips
Oh if it all would only drift my way
But though I'm sittin' here next to you
You look at me but you don't see me do you
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© Blue Echo Music, ASCAP
I've been a lot of places seen a lot of faces
I've crossed a lot of bridges and I've even burned a few
But when I look behind me the only thing that blinds me
Is the tears that I cry over you
Cause you are something special to me
Something special as can be
There'll never be another I could love so tenderly
Cause you're something special to me
My life is like a highway with many different byways
I've turned a lot of corners haven't missed a lot of signs
I'd trade all my tomorrows if only I could borrow
Just a day or two when you were mine
Cause you are something special to me...
Something special to me
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(# 50 country hit)
© Acuff-Rose Music, BMI
Gather round men that I grew up with
My old friends that I used scuff with
Need you round me at this time
You've all had your turn to cry
And old friends stood closely by
Friends of mine stand by me cause it's my time
It's my time it's my time it's my time
It's my time to cry ah ah ah it's my time to cry yea yea yea
It's my time to cry uh uh uh it's my time
Gather round girls I used to play house with
Come here girls I first kissed on the mouth with
I need your tender words so kind
You've all had your misty eyes
And old friends stood by to dry
Friends of mine stand by me cause it's my time
It's my time it's my time it's my time
It's my time to cry ah ah ah it's my time to cry oh oh oh
It's my turn to cry yea yea yea it's my time
It's my time it's my time it's my time
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© Witmark And Sons, ASCAP
The lamp is burning low upon my table top the snow is softly falling
The air is still in the silence of my room I hear your voice softly calling
If I could only have you near to breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love on this winter night with you
[ instrumental ]
The smoke is risin' in the shadows overhead my glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines upon the page the words of love you sent me
If I could know within my heart that you were lonely too
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love on this winter night with you
[ instrumental ]
The fire is dying now my lamp is growing dim the shades of night are lifting
The morning light steals across my window pane where webs of snow are drifting
If I could only have you near to breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love and to be once again with you
On this winter's night with you
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© Cherry Lane Music, ASCAP
I'll walk in the rain by your side
I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand
I'll do anything to help you understand
I'll love you more than anybody can
And the wind will whisper your name to me
Little birds will sing along in time
The leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime
I'll be there when you're feeling down
To kiss away the tears if you cry
I'll share with you all the happiness I found
Of reflection of the love in your eyes
And I'll sing you the songs of the Neighmoor
A whisper of the joy that is mine
The leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime
[ instrumental ]
And the wind will whisper your name to me...
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