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Let Me Love You
03:36
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Let Me Love You
Baby I'm not lonely
Baby I'm not lonely
Baby I'm not thinking about you
Thinking 'bout me
And livin apart from you
It splits myself in two
So there's only one thing you can do
Let me try to love you
Let me try to love you
So baby why don't you let me
Baby why don't you let me
You better let me
Let me try to love you
Let me love you
Let me love you
I'd give anything to
To give in to you
To give in to you
But baby I'm not lonely
Baby I'm not lonely
Baby I'm not thinking about you
You're not thinking about me
Cause baby we're so happy
Baby we're so happy
I'm just so happy
You're happy too
So baby why don't you let me
Baby why don't you let me
You better let me
Let me try to love you
Let me love you
Let me love you
I'd give anything to
To give in to you
To give in to you
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2. |
Old Black Mountain
03:51
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Old Black Mountain
Oh black mountain
You talk to me
Late at night when I'm all alone
In the grove of the redwood trees
Something from the past
It speaks to me
Now I'm a lady bird
Singing songs of the redwood trees
Old black mountain won't you guide me home
Been on the ranger trail ten miles stoned
Been looking for paradise in this redwood town
Old black mountain please don't let me down
Oh black mountain
You're useless to me
When I was a young bird
I was too blind to see
Now I'm a lady bird
Singing songs of the redwood trees
Old black mountain won't you guide me home
Been on the ranger trail ten miles stoned
Been looking for paradise in this redwood town
Old black mountain please don't let me down
Old black mountain
By the time I got home
The trees were already sold
San Francisco took the redwood grove
Oh black mountain
She is talking to me
About the logging of 1906
When they cut the redwood trees
Old black mountain won't you guide me home
Been on the ranger trail ten miles stoned
Been looking for paradise in this redwood town
Old black mountain please don't let me down
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3. |
Ana Marie
04:43
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Ana Marie
Ana Marie
Set sail on the North Sea
She left home
With a dream
Ana Marie
Wanted opportunity
Wound up
Stranded out at sea
On the S. S. Thingvalla
On the S. S. Thingvalla
Ana Marie
Held on to her dream
Stranded on the
Atlantic Sea
Ana Marie
Towed into New York City
Past the Statue of Liberty
On the S. S. Thingvalla
On the S. S. Thingvalla
Oh Ana Marie
What happened to your dream
I would tell you
If you could hear me
You raised a family
In a small town
On the Erie coastal sea
Oh Ana Marie
Your children are wealthy
In spirit & family
No matter what became of poor Ana Marie
Oh Ana Marie
Sailed the Atlantic Sea
She left home
With a dream
Ana Marie
You held on to your dream
Past the Statue of Liberty
On the S. S. Thingvalla
On the S. S. Thingvalla
Ana Marie
Set sail with a dream
She was cursed by the sea
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Lake Erie Shore
05:29
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Lake Erie Shore
On the shores of Lake Erie, lie pieces of what used to float
And old Lake Erie, she can take down your boat
The streets of Cleveland
I knew as a child
My grandaddy took me through downtown
The industrial, cultural side
He was a man who knew
Euclid Avenue
He taught me to look at strangers
By the soles of their shoes
On the streets of Cleveland and the Lake Erie Shore
That's where my family sold coffee for only 5 cents a cup
My dad sang folk songs, drove a coffee delivery truck
On the streets of Cleveland and the Lake Erie Shore
I had all my family
I was a priviledged child
Last summer we burried another
At the cemetary
We were all together for once
As a family
And now that I know loneliness
It has been a long time
Like the Cuyhoga
Loosing a legacy
There are no folk songs
For the stories of their lives
So many generations
That lived, and worked, and died
On the streets of Cleveland and the Lake Erie Shore
That's where my family sold coffee for only 5 cents a cup
My dad sang folk songs, drove a coffee delivery truck
On the streets of Cleveland and the Lake Erie Shore
On the shores of Lake Erie
Lie pieces of what used to float
And old Lake Erie
She can take down your boat
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I Dreamed I Saw Joan Baez
I dreamed I saw Joan Baez in Golden Gate Park
She was alive as you and I but with a hole straight through her heart
And when I looked closely in through the window
I saw the ghost St. Augustine
Pointing at me from the floor
Here yee, here yee, all yee martyrs you must protect yourself
Or yee will die like old Joe Hill tonight
I dreamed I saw Joan Baez in Golden Gate Park
She warned me of St. Augustine
I would betray him at the door
I dreamed I saw Joan Baez in Golden Gate Park
I dreamed I was amongst the ones who played around with hearts
Here yee, here yee kings & queens your prize is at the door
In your hands lies a coat of gold
For the stories you have sold
I dreamed I saw Joan Baez in Golden Gate Park
She sang baby blue to a silent room
She was alone with her guitar
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6. |
Occidental Journey
03:48
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Occidental Journey
All aboard the good time train
Departing for Occidental
You got to leave that city by the bay
All aboard the good time train
Arriving at Howard Station
You got to leave that city by the bay
You got to leave that city
You're taking
The Occidental Journey
Freight trains, political mines
We're livin' in hard times
It's a hootenanny
Hangin' on the Front Porch in West County
All aboard the good time train
Departing for Occidental
You got to leave that city by the bay
You got to leave that city
You're taking
The Occidental Journey
All aboard the good time train
All aboard the good time train
You got to leave that city by the bay
You got to leave that city
You're taking
The Occidental Journey
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7. |
Nobody
03:00
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Nobody
A hole in the wall cause I wanna say hi
But I don't wanna try cause your the popular guy
It don't matter where you come from
With a face like that you can be anyone
You don't have to try
I am just a face on the wall
You won't remember me at all
I am nobody
I don't want to be unkind
I just want to try to find
The other side to the popular guy
Cause it don't look like you know your name
You still spell it the same
But that don't look like you
You're not a regular guy
I am just a face on the wall
You won't remember me at all
I am nobody
You forget the things you say
And go about your merry way
Without looking back
At your destructive path
You don't need friends
When you're all alone
You're better off on your own
Without looking back
At the destructive path
I am just a face on the wall
You won't remember me at all
I am nobody
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8. |
Who Do You
03:38
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Who Do You
Her name is Annie
She's a real straight shooter
Runnin from the law as
Fast as she can be
Ridin that old freight train and running in the name of love
Annie writes songs
Its all she's got
Her dog bojangles
Protects her from the law
Riding that old freight train, running in the name of love
Riding to be free
That's Annie
Riding to be free
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Annie likes a man with a six-string in his hand
Back in Deep Ellum
She was in his band
She left town on that old freight train
Doubting in the name of love
And one day old Annie found an old song
It led her back to a time that's long gone
She left town on that freight train
Doubting in the name of love
Riding to be free
That's Annie
Riding to be free
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
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9. |
Fargo to Fulton
04:00
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Fargo to Fulton
From Fargo to Fulton
There's blood on the old trail
The Cavalry threatens Sioux land
Out in Custer County
In the sacred Black Hills
An American wins back his land
And oh Crazy Horse
You dance in our Dreams
Following me
And oh Crazy Horse
It's not as it seems
It's a dark reality
The land was never free
The Wagon-box Warrior
Lost his Golden Black Hills
To Custer in time
The Buffalo massacre
Took them down slowly
From the Southern side
And oh Crazy Horse
You dance in our Dreams
Following me
And oh Crazy Horse
It's not as it seems
It's a dark reality
The land was never free
Carved in Thunderhead Mountain
And left out in the cold
Crazy Horse lives in stone
The Wagon-box warrior
Fought to ride free
An American liberty
And oh Crazy Horse
You dance in our Dreams
Following me
And oh Crazy Horse
It's not as it seems
It's a dark reality
The land was never free
If you follow the west
Where the thunder begins
You will hear a Lakota song
On the banks of the rivers
It's a trail of tears
He paid for us, my dear
And oh Crazy Horse
You dance in our Dreams
Following me
And oh Crazy Horse
It's not as it seems
It's a dark reality
The land was never free
If you follow the west
Where the thunder begins
You will hear a Lakota song
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10. |
Old Rail Line
01:59
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Old Rail Line
Whatever happened to the old rail line
Used to take it out to the coast
San Francisco to Tiburon
And you get on the train
Cause they were riding rails and singing songs
Whatever happened to the old rail line
Ride, ride, ride the train
I wanna ride it again
We voted to turn back on the tracks
But problems in Marin about the tax
They don't want riders through Tamalpais Pass
It's like history
Cause they were riding rails and singing songs
Whatever happened to the old rail line
Ride, ride, ride the train
I wanna ride it again
And you can thank all of the folks
Who made it out to the west coast
They had to ride a wagon and risk their lives
Before the built the old rail line
So they built it with freedom and built it with hope
But one day all the stations closed
Up to the rock of the old goat
You could hear that train
Ride, ride, ride the train
Ride, ride, ride the train
Ride, ride, ride the train
Ride, ride, ride the train
I wanna ride it again
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Jen Tucker Portland, Oregon
Jen Tucker is an American folk singer-songwriter who crafts musical stories of adventure, good times, wisdom, and magic. She draws inspiration from a diverse range of artists including Joan Baez, Roky Erickson, Joni Mitchell, Robert Hunter, John Denver among others. Jen's fifth album release “Cold Moonlight” was recorded at Grammy Award-winning Prairie Sun Recording Studios. ... more
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