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the highwaymen - against the wind
[Jennings]
It seems like yesterday
But it was long ago
She was lovely, she was the queen of our nights
There in the darkness, with the radio playing low
The secrets that we shared
The mountains that we moved
Caught like a wildfire and out of control
There was nothin' left to burn and nothin' left to prove
[Cash]
And I remember what she said to me
How she swore that it would never end
I remember how she held me oh so tight
Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then
[All]
Against the wind
We were runnin' against the wind
We were young and strong
But just runnin' against the wind
[Nelson]
The years rolled slowly past
I found myself alone
Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends
I found myself further and further from my home
I guess I lost my way
There were oh so many roads
I was livin' to run and runnin' to live
Never worryin' about payin' or how much I owed
Movin' eight miles a minute for months at a time
Breakin' all the rules I could bend
I began to find myself searchin'
Searchin' for shelter again and again
[All]
Against the wind
We were runnin' against the wind
I found myself seekin' shelter against the wind
[Nelson]
All those drifter's days are past me now
I've got so much more to think about
[Cash]
Deadlines and commitments
What to leave in, what to leave out
[All]
Against the wind
We were runnin' against the wind
We found ourselves seekin' shelter against the wind
Against the wind
Against the wind
the highwaymen - american remains
I am a shotgun rider,
For the San Jacinto line,
The desert is my brother,
My skin is cracked and dry
I was ridin' on a folk coach
And everything was fine,
Till we took a shorter road
To save some time
The bandits only fired once,
They shot me in the chest
They may have wounded me but,
They'll never get the best
Of better men 'Cause I'll ride again
I am a river gambler,
I make a livin' dealin' cards
My clothes are smooth and honest,
My heart is cold and hard
I was shufflin' for some delta boys,
On a boat for New Orleans,
I was the greatest shark they'd ever seen
But the captain bumped a sandbar,
And an ace fell from my sleeve
They threw me overboard,
As I swore I didn't cheat
But I could swim and I'll ride again
We are heroes of the homeland, American remains
We live in many faces and answer many names
We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind
Our memories live on in mortal minds
And poets pens we'll ride again
I am a mid-west farmer,
I make a livin' off the land,
I ride a John Deere tractor,
I'm a liberated man
But the rain it hasn't fallen,
Since the middle of July,
And if it don't come soon my crops will die
The bank man says he likes me,
But there's nothin' he can do
He tells me that he's comin',
But the clouds are comin' too
He ain't my friend and I'll ride again
I am an American Indian,
My tribe is Cherokee
My forefathers loved this land
They left it here for me
But the white man came with boats,
And trains and dirty factories,
An' poisened my existence with his deeds
Nature is our mother,
We are sucklins at her breast
And he who tries to beat her down,
Will lose her to the rest
They'll never win I'll ride again
We are heroes of the homeland, American remains
We live in many faces and answer many names
We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind
Our memories live on in mortal minds and poets pens
We'll ride again
the highwaymen - angels love bad men
When his stolen gold has turned to rust,
He rides off in a cloud of dust,
Lookin' for a border he can cross.
She'll stand by and watch him go,
Wonderin' if he'll ever know,
The hurt she's feelin' now, and what they've lost.
Angels love bad men. that's how it's always been.
They give their whole hearts when they fall.
Angels love bad men. that's how it's always been.
Love holds their hearts against the wall.
When his corporate day comes to an end,
He rides away in his mercedes benz.
Soon he's lost beneath the neon sky.
Outside of town, in their suburban home,
She spends another night alone.
Wonders what whent wrong and wonders why.
Angels love bad men. that's how it's always been.
They give their whole hearts when they fall.
Angels love bad men. that's how it's always been.
Love holds their hearts against the wall.
the highwaymen - big river
[Nelson, 1st line; Kristofferson, 2nd line; Jennings, 3rd line; Cash 4th line]
I taught the weepin' willow how to cry, cry, cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky
And the tears I cried for that woman, are gonna flood you, big river
And I'm gonna sit right here until I die
[Willie Nelson]
I met her accidentally in St. Paul Minnesota,
And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, southern drawl
Then I heard my dream went back downstream cavortin' in Davenport,
And I followed you, big river, when she called.
[Kris Kristofferson]
Oh she took me to St. Louis later on, down the river
A freighter said, "She's been here, but she's gone, boy, she's gone"
And I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
Raised a few eyebrows and went on down alone.
[Waylon Jennings]
Well, I pulled into Natchez, next day down the river
But there wasn't much there to make the rounders stay very long.
When I left it was rainin' so nobody saw me cry.
Big river, why she doin' me this way?
[Johnny Cash, lead and all the others, harmony]
Now won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans
Go on, I've had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf
She loves you, big river, more than me
[Nelson, 1st line; Kristofferson, 2nd line; Jennings, 3rd line; Cash 4th line]
I taught the weepin' willow how to cry, cry, cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky
And the tears I cried for that woman, are gonna flood you, big river
And I'm gonna sit right here until I die
the highwaymen - committed to parkview
There's a man across the hall, who sits starin' at the floor
He thinks he's hank williams, hear him singin' through the door
There's a girl in two-oh-three, who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs, and the star that she should be
There are lots of special people, stayin' in or passin' through
And for one thing or another, committed to parkview
There's the girl in three-oh-seven, comin' down on thorazine
And a superstar's ex-drummer, tryin' to kick benzedrine
There's a boy just down below me, who's the son of some well-known
He was brought in by his mother, 'cause his daddy's always gone
There's a bum from down on broadway, and a few quite well-to-do
Who have withdrawn from the rat-race, and committed to parkview
There's a girl who cries above me, loud enough to wake the dead
They don't know what she has taken, that has scrambled up her head
There's a writer and a singer, who has tried and tried and tried
They just brought him in this mornin', an attempted suicide
There are those who never made it, those who did and now are through
Some came of their own good choosing, some committed to parkview
They wake us about six-thirty, just before the morning meal
While they're taking blood pressure, they ask us how we feel
And I always say "fantastic, there ain't nothing wrong with me"
And then they give me my injection, and I go right back to sleep
And the days are kind of foggy, and the nights are dreamy too
But they're takin' good care of me, committed to parkview
the highwaymen - cotton fields
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home.
Oh, when them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home.
It was down in louisisana
Just about a mile from texarkana,
And them old cotton fields back home.
It may sound a little funny,
But you didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home.
It may sound a little funny,
But you didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home.
Oh, when them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home.
It was down in louisisana
Just about a mile from texarkana,
And them old cotton fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home,
In them old cotton fields back home.
the highwaymen - deportee
[Johnny Cash]
The crops are all in, and the peaches are rotten
The oranges are all packed in the creosote dumps
They're flying them back to the Mexican Border
To save all their money, and wade back again
[Johnny Rodriguez]
My father's own father, he waded that river
Others before him have done just the same
They died in the hills, and they've died in the valley
Some went to heaven, without any name
[Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson and Johnny Rodriguez]
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mi amigo, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be "Deportee"
[Johnny Cash]
Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted
Our work contracts out, and we have to move on
(Nelson)
Six-hundred miles to the Mexican Border
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
[Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson and Johnny Rodriguez]
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mi amigo, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be "Deportee"
[Johnny Cash]
The sky-plane caught fire, over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball a thunder, it shook all the hills
[Nelson]
Who are all these dear friends, scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said they were just deportees
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
(Adios a mi Juan, adios Rosalita)
Adios mi amigo, Jesus and Maria
(Adios a mi amigo, Jesus y Maria)
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
(no tendrá un nombre en el aeroplano)
All they will call you will be "Deportee"
(le llamarán serán "Deportee")
Goodbye to my Juan
Adios a mi Juan
Goodbye Rosalita
Adios Rosalita
Adios mi amegos, Jesus and Maria
(Adios a mi amigo, Jesus y Maria)
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
No tendrá un nombre en el aeroplano
All they will call you
Le llamarán serán
Will be
va a hacer
Deportee
the highwaymen - desperados waiting for a train
[Kristofferson]
I played the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
An' run his fingers through 70 years of livin'
An' wonder Lord, as ever, will that drill run dry?
We were friends, me an this old man
[All]
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
[Jennings]
He's a drifter, and a driller of oil wells
And an old-school man of the world
He'd let me drive his car when he's too drunk to
And he'd wink, and give me money for the girls
And our lives were like some old western movie
[All]
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
[Nelson]
From the time that I could walk, he'd take me with him
To a bar, called the Green Frog Cafe
And there were old men, with beer-guts and dominoes
Lying about their lives while they play
And I was just a kid, they called his sidekick
[All]
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
[Cash]
One day I looked up, and he's pushing 80
And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why is he all dressed up like them old men?
Drinkin' beer and playing Moon in 42
[All]
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
[Nelson]
The day before he died, I went to see him
I was grown, and he was almost gone
[Cash]
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed of supper kitchens
And sang another verse to that old song
[Jennings spoken]
Come on Jack, that son-of-a-gun's a-comin'.
[All]
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
Like desperados waiting for a train
the highwaymen - highwayman
[Nelson:]
I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride.
With sword and pistol by my side.
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade.
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade.
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five.
But I am still alive.
[Kristofferson:]
I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide.
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico.
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow.
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed.
But I am living still.
[Cash:]
I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide.
Where steel and water did collide.
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado.
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below.
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound.
But I am still around.
I'll always be around, and around, and around, and around, and around.
[Jennings:]
I fly a starship across the Universe divide.
And when I reach the other side,
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can.
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again.
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain.
But I will remain.
And I'll be back again, and again, and again, and again, and again.
the highwaymen - jim, i wore a tie today
[Willie Nelson:]
Jim, Jim
I wore a tie today
The first one that I ever wore
You'd have said that I look like a dummy at the dry goods store
[Johnny Cash:]
Ooh, Jim, Jim
The preacher said a lot of things
But I didn't hear a word he said
My mind kept wanderin' back down the trail
Back to the good times we had
[Cash, lead and Nelson, harmony]
Ridin' heard, through the sun and the rain
Pannin' for gold on the cuff
We did everything in the books, I guess
And a lot that they never thought of
Ooh, Jim, Jim
So you're ridin' on ahead
Well, if that's how it's goin' to be
When you reach those streets paved with gold
Jim, stake a claim out for me
[Cash spoken]
We did everything we could do for you, Jim
But, your fever just wouldn't go down.
[Nelson spoken]
So we put you in the wagon, Jim
And this mornin' we got you back to town.
[Cash spoken]
But, when we got here you were gone, Jim
And there wasn't anything anybody could do.
[Nelson spoken]
They dressed you up in a fancy suit and a neck-tie
So, today, we wore one too.
[Cash lead and Nelson harmony]
Ridin' heard, through the sun and the rain
Panin' for gold on the cuff
We did everything in the books, I guess
And a lot that they never thought of
Ooh, Jim, Jim
So you're ridin' on ahead
Well, if that's how it's goin' to be
When you reach those streets paved with gold
Jim, stake a claim out for me
the highwaymen - the last cowboy song
[All:]
This the last cowboy song:
The end of a hundred year waltz.
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along.
Another piece of America's lost.
[Waylon Jennings:]
He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets,
On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer.
And his dream's of tomorrow, surrounded by fences,
But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here.
[Kris Kristofferson:]
He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark,
And eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt backed down.
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas.
And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down.
[All:]
This the last cowboy song:
The end of a hundred year waltz.
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along.
Another piece of America's lost.
[Willie Nelson:]
Remmington showed us how he looked on canvas,
And Louis Lamour has told us his tale.
Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him,
And wish to God we could have ridden his trail.
[Johnny Cash verse spoken over Chorus:]
The old Chisholm trail is covered in concrete now,
They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs.
They roll by his markings and don't even notice,
Like living and dying was all he ever did.
[All:]
This the last cowboy song:
The end of a hundred year waltz.
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along.
Another piece of America's lost.
[All:]
This the last cowboy song:
The end of a hundred year waltz.
The voices sound sad as they're singin' along.
Another piece of America's lost.
[To Fade]
the highwaymen - the twentieth century is almost over
Back in 1899
Everybody sang "Auld Lang Syne"
A hundred years would take a long-long time,
For every little boy and girl
Now there's just one thing I would like to know,
Where did the twentieth century go?
I swear it was there just a minute ago,
All over this world
All over this world
All over this world
The twentieth century is almost over
All over this world
Does anybody recall the Great Depression?
I read all about it in the True Confession
Sorry I was late for the recording session,
Somebody put me on hold
Did anybody see them linoleum floors,
Petroleum jelly, and two world wars?
The went 'round in revolving doors,
All over this world
All over this world
All over this world
The twentieth century is almost over
Almost over, almost over
The twentieth century is almost over
All over this world
Ol' father time is a-rumblin' and a-rappin'
Standin' at the window, thumpin' and a-tappin'
Everybody's waitin' for somethin' to happen,
I hope it don't happen to you
You know, the judgement day is gettin' nearer,
There it is in the rear-view mirror
If you duck down, I could see a little
Clearer, all over this world
All over this world
All over this world
The twentieth century is almost over
Almost over, almost over
The twentieth century is almost over
All over this world
All over this world
All over this world
The twentieth century is almost over
Almost over, almost over
The twentieth century is almost over
All over this world
All over this world
All over this world
The twentieth century is almost over
Almost over, almost over
The twentieth century is almost over
All over this world
the highwaymen - welfare line
Well, now boys, I've been to Bethlehem
Rode there on a big steam train
Lost two fingers in the steel mills
And I ain't goin' back again
I fought for my country
Lord knows, I did my best
Crawlin' 'cross some foreign field
They pinned a ribbon to my chest
So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times
Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line
Served on the Georgia Road Gang
Couldn't pay the debts I owe
'Cause I'm not made of silver
And I ain't never seen no gold
I still remember Rachael
Soft as a velvet gown
They laid her in the pauper's grave
On the other side of town
So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times
Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line
I know some folks are born of money
You know I wish them well
If the devil would ever want my soul
I swear I'd never sell
So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times
Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line
Pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times
Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line
the highwaymen - always on my mind
Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
If I made you feel second best
Girl, I'm so sorry I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You are always on my mind
You are always on my mind
Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
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