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Tallahassee Bridge
04:12
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Well I was rollin’ down the Georgia line to the Tallahassee Bridge
To meet up with some friends of mine, I call my southern kin
I like to go fishing lord to catch myself some brim
Well I don’t know where I’m going but I sure know where I’ve been
Sweet little missy I like to take ya by my side
I don’t know when I’m going home but I’ll never run or hide
Oh lady I won’t run wont hide
Hey now I‘m going down to the Tallahassee bridge
Where the man took a stand to protect the way they live
You still hear the echo of a Dixie battle cry
Where there’s will you know the blood will spill but the southern man won’t die
And now the people keep asking where I can be found
I’m off to find some peace of mind ya know I’m Tallahassee bound
Oh yeah I’m Tallahassee bound
Oh tell me what ya gunna do if the sun refused to shine
Well I lay low with a bottle of sloe south of the Mason-Dixon line
Well then you know I’ll feel fine
I’m Tallahassee
I’m Tallahassee bound
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Mothers Son
03:57
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well my mamma she once told me
son don't get caught in the fire
love of religion love of god
and love the steel tongues of war
so i went to church and i heard the sermon
and the old wise man say
and they say pray to your father
so i pray to the father
but i am my mothers son
well all this gambling and all this sinning
can't take confusion anymore
weary minds drifting oh what a test of faith
can i find heaven out this door
but i went to church and i heard the sermon
and they say pray to your father
so i pray to the father
but i am my mothers son
they say heaven as it is on earth
oh how the politics are spun
from war to peace comes peace to war
oh how fortune favours the gun
pray to your father
yes pray to the father
but i am my mothers son
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Lets Not Wait
04:10
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after looking back at all we've learned
the winds have changed as the pages they turn
its needless famine at a growing pace
it brings a worried mind you cannot erase
they're spreading hatred from a wicked soul
their marching orders till they reach their goal
but you and i we can't afford to wait
its time we break these chains before its too late
so lets not wait for the sun to go down
before its too dark to see
no lets not wait for the sun to go down
its up to you and me
shouldn't we be closer to a life of peace
yet still we suffer from the mans disease
they're always making war instead of love
as angels battle, they battle with the one above
so come with nature and you will find
you'll never miss what you're leaving behind
forget the race and protect your own
and take claim for the seeds that you've sown
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Lend a Hand
06:20
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Altogether we got to lend a hand We're all in this world we got to share the land
Well I wanna tell ya about her magazine dreams and low cut jeans oh yeah
And all I want do is hold her and make her fine But after all I told her she keeps missing the sign
Happy am I to take her in to soothe the pain and wash the sin
She's been taken in by wolves that feed off her pain Cast out and used for their own gain
In the alley is where she’ll be found She's gonna pay the price by the pound
Happy am I to take her in to soothe the pain and wash the sin You can't whisper 'cause you got a
brother And a sister And a mother Oh yeah we've got to share the land
C'mon and lend a hand Lend a hand share the land Lend a hand share the land Lend a hand
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Sweet Jesus
04:08
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oh sweet jesus won't you save me from the fires of hell cast my burdens shine your light and guide my trail
and melt the anger to stone where the heavens meet the earth cuz i still remember the dream
oh sweet jesus won't you save me from the fires of hell cast my burdens shine your light and guide my trail
and melt my anger to stone i don't want to live here all alone yes i still remember the dream
oh sweet jesus
won't you save me from the fires of hell cast my burdens shine your light and guide my trail
oh sweet jesus
oh sweet jesus i don't want to be all alone
oh sweet jesus won't you please take me home
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Hills of Carolina
03:31
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there's a black toad in the forest staring up at me
there's a honey bee in the tree top flying away free
and there's a cool stream flown' right out to the sea
and the women of the morning bringing you a dream
in the Hills of Carolina
there's an old road that's twisting out in front of me
and the white deer is smilin' as it passes through the creek
and there's a storm that's shakin' calling unto you
but the man at the station says the sky is still blue
in the Hills of Carolina
had a friend in the city he bought and sold
his shoes always shined and his wallet wouldn't fold
but those two towers don't hold no time and his face still grows old
those blue hills are still calling they're filled with the real gold
in the Hills of Carolina
aint no place you're gonna find finer
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Green Mountain Road Band Hamilton, Ontario
With tracks that could batter down a tornado, pace an old steam train, or lift a butterfly from rest, LEND A HAND from GREEN
MOUNTAIN ROAD explores the answer, the question and the truth of our world.
GREEN MOUNTAIN ROAD uses a rock fusion of classic, southern, blues and folk, in the same manner as our forefathers.
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