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My Rifle, Pony And Me

Dean Martin and Ricky Nelson

 

 

The sun is sinking in the west,

the cattle go down to the stream,

the redwing settles in her nest,

it’s time for a cowboy to dream.

 

Purple light in the canyon,

that’s were I long to be

with my three good companions

just my rifle, pony and me.

 

Gonna hang my sombrero

on the limb of a tree.

Coming home sweet heart darling

just my rifle, pony and me.

 

Whippoorwill in the willow

sings a sweet melody,

riding to Amarillo

just my rifle, pony and me.

 

No more cow to be roping,

no more strays will I see,

round the bend she'll be waiting

for my rifle, pony and me,

for my rifle, my pony and me.

 

 

Dean Martin and Ricky Nelson - My Rifle, My Pony and Me

 

 

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Jolene

Dolly Parton

 

 

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,

I'm begging of you, please, don't take my man.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,

please, don't take him just because you can.

 

Your beauty is beyond compare

with flaming locks of auburn hair,

with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.

 

Your smile is like a breath of spring,

your voice is soft like summer rain

and I cannot compete with you, Jolene.

He talks about you in his sleep,

there's nothing I can do to keep

from crying when he calls your name, Jolene.

 

And I can easily understand

how you could easily take my man

but you don't know what he means to me, Jolene.

 

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,

I'm begging of you, please, don't take my man.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,

please, don't take him just because you can.

 

You could have your choice of men

but I could never love again,

he's the only one for me, Jolene.

I had to have this talk with you,

my happiness depends on you

and whatever you decide to do, Jolene.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,

I'm begging of you, please, don't take my man.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,

please, don't take him even though you can,

Jolene, Jolene...

 

 

Dolly Parton - Jolene

 

 

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Ghost Riders In The Sky

Johny Cash

 

 

An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day

upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,

when all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw

a-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw.

 

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel.

Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel,

a bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky

for he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

 

Yippie yi Ohhhhh,

Yippie yi yaaaaay.

Ghost Riders in the sky.

 

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat.

He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet

'cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky

on horses snorting fire

as they ride on hear their cry.

 

As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name:

"If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range,

then, cowboy, change your ways today or with us you will ride

trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies."

 

Yippie yi Ohhhhh

Yippie yi Yaaaaay.

 

Ghost Riders in the sky.

Ghost Riders in the sky.

Ghost Riders in the sky...

 

 

 

Johnny Cash – Ghost Riders in the Sky

 

 

 

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Streets Of Laredo

Marty Robbins

 

 

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,

as I walked out in Laredo one day,

I spied a young cowboy wrapped all in white linen,

wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.

 

Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly,

sing the dead march as you carry me along.

Take me to the valley there lay the sod o'er me,

I’m a young cowboy and know I’ve done wrong.

 

“I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy”,

this words he did say as I boldly walked by.

“Come, sit down beside me and hear my sad story,

got shot in the breast and I know I must die.

 

Go, fete me some water, a cool cup of water,

to cool my parched lips”, then the poor cowboy said.

Before I returned, his spirit had left him,

had gone to his maker, the cowboy was dead.

 

"Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

sing the dead march as you carry me along,

take me to the valley there lay the sod o'er me,

I’m a young cowboy and know I’ve done wrong."

 

 

Marty Robbins – Streets of Laredo

 

 

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Tennessee Waltz

Patsy Cline

 

 

I was waltzin' with my darlin'

to the Tennessee waltz,

when an old friend I happened to see.

I introduced her to my loved one

and while they were dancin'

my friend stole my sweetheart from me.

 

I remember that night and the Tennessee waltz,

only you know how much I have lost.

Yes, I lost my little darlin'

the night they were playing

the beautiful Tennessee waltz.

 

 

Patsy Cline – Tennessee Waltz

 

 

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Hang Down Your Head Tom Dooley

Kingston Trio

 

 

Throughout history

There've been many songs written about the eternal triangle.

This next one tells the story of a Mr. Grayson, a beautiful woman,

and a condemned man named Tom Dooley.

When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang...

 

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

hang down your head and cry,

hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

poor boy, you're bound to die.

 

I met her on the mountain,

there I took her life,

met her on the mountain,

stabbed her with my knife.

 

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

hang down your head and cry,

hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

poor boy, you're bound to die.

 

This time tomorrow

reckon where I'll be,

hadn't a-been for Grayson,

I'd a-been in Tennessee.

 

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

hang down your head and cry,

hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

poor boy, you're bound to die.

 

This time tomorrow

reckon where I'll be,

down in some lonesome valley,

hangin' from a white oak tree.

 

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

hang down your head and cry,

hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

poor boy, you're bound to die.

 

 

The Kingston Trio – Tom Dooley

 

 

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