Glen Campbell - Wichita Lineman
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"Theme of The Magnificent Seven" • • Elmer Bernstein
Who can listen to this and not feel like they are in the great American west?
Who can listen to this and not feel like they are in the great American west?
Johnny Cash - Ring of Fire
Absolutely sir
Merle Haggard - Mama Tried
Take Me Home, Country Roads - Southern Raised
The Good, The Bad And The Ugly - Southern Raised
A great score by Alfred Newman
How The West Was Won - Theme
How The West Was Won - Theme
National Anthem of The Confederate States of America
Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten.
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land!
In Dixie's Land, where I was born in,
early on one frosty mornin'.
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land!
I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie's Land I'll take my stand,
to live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie!
Away, away, away down south in Dixie!
Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten.
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land!
In Dixie's Land, where I was born in,
early on one frosty mornin'.
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land!
I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie's Land I'll take my stand,
to live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie!
Away, away, away down south in Dixie!
I wish that I was on old Rocky Top
Down in the Tennessee hills
Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top
Ain't no telephone bills.
Once I had a girl on Rocky Top
Half bear the other half cat
Wild as a mink but she was sweet as soda pop
I still dream about that.
Chorus:
Rocky Top you'll always be
Home sweet home to me
Good old Rocky Top
Rocky Top, Tennessee
Rocky Top, Tennessee.
Once two strangers climbed old Rocky Top
Lookin' for a moonshine still
Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top
some say they never will.
Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top
Dirt's too rocky by far
That's why all the folks on Rocky Top
Get their corn from a jar.
Chorus:
Rocky Top you'll always be
Home sweet home to me
Good old Rocky Top
Rocky Top, Tennessee
Rocky Top, Tennessee.
I've had years of cramped up city life
Trapped like a duck in a pen
All I know is it's a pity life
Can't be simple agian.
Chorus:
Rocky Top you'll always be
Home sweet home to me
Good old Rocky Top
Rocky Top, Tennessee
Rocky Top, Tennessee.
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The Foggy Bottom Boys:
I am a man of constant sorrow
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised.
(The place where he was born and raised)
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now.
[chorus] He has no friends to help him now
It's fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train.
[chorus] Perhaps he'll die upon this train.
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave.
[chorus] While he is sleeping in his grave.
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more.
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.
[chorus] He'll meet you on God's golden shore.
I am a man of constant sorrow
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised.
(The place where he was born and raised)
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now.
[chorus] He has no friends to help him now
It's fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train.
[chorus] Perhaps he'll die upon this train.
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave.
[chorus] While he is sleeping in his grave.
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more.
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.
[chorus] He'll meet you on God's golden shore.
Many many moons ago, when I was 6 or 8: My Grandfather, who played guitar and harmonica, my aunt who played the guitar, and the neighbors from down the road would get together on the occasional weekend and play together. Red played the banjo and Susie played fiddle.
I would sit on the fire-place with a pretty good sized jug and try to approximate a base-line.
Sounded like this....
I miss it...
Everyone is gone now...But me.
I would sit on the fire-place with a pretty good sized jug and try to approximate a base-line.
Sounded like this....
I miss it...
Everyone is gone now...But me.
Sounds like you had a wonderful childhood.Many many moons ago, when I was 6 or 8: My Grandfather, who played guitar and harmonica, my aunt who played the guitar, and the neighbors from down the road would get together on the occasional weekend and play together. Red played the banjo and Susie played fiddle.
I would sit on the fire-place with a pretty good sized jug and try to approximate a base-line.
Sounded like this....
I miss it...