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AMOS LEE lyrics - Mission Bell

El Camino

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Well all my friends treated me so well You know I'm headed out to that Mission Bell Gonna wash my soul, gonna get it clean Heading down the border road called the El Camino Well I've been a prince and you know I've been opposed By a barb wire fence and a murder of crows I believe in all I've loved and all I have seen Heading down the border road called the El Camino Heading down the border road called the El Camino Yeah my hearts grown sick, I've got a shepherds crook as a walking stick And I'm heading on. My hearts gone blue and I've done wrong by you I don't know what to do But I'm moving on, said I'm moving on One and one is two, two and two is four I'm walking back and forth On your cracked tiled kitchen floor With the orange juice and the sun that shines It really breaks my heart leaving you behind, It really breaks my heart leaving you behind And all my ships have sailed away The price of this politic, That there's plenty of time to prayer And plenty of time to waste away. Well to all my friends, that I've loved the most You know I'm heading out to that other coast I'm going to wash my soul, and I'm gonna get it clean Heading down the border road, called the El Camino, Heading down the border road, called the El Camino.

El Camino

Linda Rondstadt "Mas Canciones"
written by Jesus Navarro Por el quebrado camino Que va a la sierra huasteca Se oye cantar un jinete Que monta una yegua prieta Al acompasado trote De la jaca tan inquieta Brota el agudo falsete Con que el jinete se alegra Ay la la la De lejos vengo yo a verte a conseguir lo que quiero Aunque la vida me cueste Asi el polvo en el camino Envuelve jinete y yegua Hasta que los dos se pierden Entre tupida arboleda Despues ya solo se escucha Por la lejana vereda El falsete del huasteco Que al cantar Asi se expresa Ay la la la... The Road Along the broken road That runs along the huasteca range A horseman is heard singing Mounted on a dark mare Accompanied by the trot Of his restless mount Breaking into high falsetto The rider joyfully sings I've come from far away to see you To get what I long for Even if it will cost my life Like that the dust in the road Surrounds horse and rider Until they both disappear In the thick forest Later, all that is heard Is the huasteco's falsetto Ringing back from the distant trail Trio Voices- Linda Ronstadt, Mike Ronstadt, Pete Ronstadt

Chattanooga City Limit Sign

I was thumbin' a ride one Saturday mornin' Outta Nashville totin' my sack I lent my car to a gal that lived in Chattanooga And she hadn't never brought it back She was drinkin' pretty heavy when I let her have it I hope she knows it was only a loan Ain't no tellin' what I might have told her back at the time But that ole car was also my home About five miles out I was gettin' kinda tired Sweatin' hard and feelin' kinda weak I woke up with no cigarettes and nothin' to drink And I hadn't had a bite to eat My nerves was so quick I couldn't tell where I was shakin' Then a set of brakes sang my song Some fella stuck his head out a '57 Chevy And hollered hey man come on I told 'em I was headin' down to Chattanooga They said hop in we're goin' there too And the way they took off in a cloud of smoke I still ain't believin' it was true They had their windows down and I was sittin' in the back With my tongue still hung in my throat He was hittin' just about a hundred and ten And he said man what you think of this boat Well there was two semi's a strugglin' up ahead One tryin' to pass the other They had the whole road blocked so he passed 'em on the right And let me tell you somethin' brother I was so nervous that my teeth was clickin' There wadn't no way my head could think Then the one that was sittin' on the passanger side Turned and said hey man you want somethin' to drink I just shook my head cause I couldn't talk He said okay and then he said cheers Them fools was drinkin' whiskey and wine And chasin' it down with beer Well I started sweatin' that ol' sticky sweat And I know I was white as a sheep Then one turned the radio on wide open And said hey man check that beat By the time we reached the top of Monteagle I thought I heard a rumblin' sound And then I saw a sign that said fallin' rock And right there I was floorboard bound I was rollin' and squirmin' on the ol' floorboard Too weak to sit or stand And then the driver said we're doin' a hundred and twenty Look here man no hands I got up enough nerve to raise up and look And by now there couldn't be no surprise But his hair was blowin' all over my face And dandruff blowed in both eyes He never did drive on the right or left He just kept on ridin' that line I rubbed my eyes and saw the prettiest thing The Chattanooga city limit sign He slowed down and I said Mister please I'd like to get off right here He said aw ride on into town with us We're gonna go down and pick up some more beer I said please once more and he stopped the car And then he handed me my sack Said they'd look for me on the road later on In case I wanted to catch a ride back I got out and sat down by the side of the road Feelin' sick and lookin' mighty pale I don't remember anything much after that But next mornin' I woke up in jail I didn't know anybody in my cell And didn't wanta ask why was there But they all kept grinnin' and turnin' their heads And it was more than my head could bear So I called the jailer and I asked him to tell me Why I was there if he'd be so kind He said for stoppin' the traffic while I was huggin' and kissin' The Chattanooga city limit sign

I've Been Everywhere

JOHNNY CASH "Unchained"
I was totin' my pack along the dusty Winnemucca road, When along came a semi with a high an' canvas-covered load. "If you're goin' to Winnemucca, Mack, with me you can ride." And so I climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside. He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand. And I said, "Listen, I've traveled every road in this here land!" [Chorus:] I've been everywhere, man. I've been everywhere, man. Crossed the desert's bare, man. I've breathed the mountain air, man. Of travel I've had my share, man. I've been everywhere. I've been to: Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota, Buffalo, Toronto, Winslow, Sarasota, Wichita, Tulsa, Ottawa, Oklahoma, Tampa, Panama, Mattawa, La Paloma, Bangor, Baltimore, Salvador, Amarillo, Tocapillo, Baranquilla, and Perdilla, I'm a killer. [Chorus] I've been to: Boston, Charleston, Dayton, Louisiana, Washington, Houston, Kingston, Texarkana, Monterey, Faraday, Santa Fe, Tallapoosa, Glen Rock, Black Rock, Little Rock, Oskaloosa, Tennessee to Tennesse Chicopee, Spirit Lake, Grand Lake, Devils Lake, Crater Lake, for Pete's sake. [Chorus] I've been to: Louisville, Nashville, Knoxville, Ombabika, Schefferville, Jacksonville, Waterville, Costa Rica, Pittsfield, Springfield, Bakersfield, Shreveport, Hackensack, Cadillac, Fond du Lac, Davenport, Idaho, Jellico, Argentina, Diamantina, Pasadena, Catalina, see what I mean-a. [Chorus] I've been to: Pittsburgh, Parkersburg, Gravelbourg, Colorado, Ellensburg, Rexburg, Vicksburg, Eldorado, Larimore, Atmore, Haverstraw, Chatanika, Chaska, Nebraska, Alaska, Opelika, Baraboo, Waterloo, Kalamazoo, Kansas City, Sioux City, Cedar City, Dodge City, what a pity. [Chorus] (I've been everywhere)

Get Off My P.P.

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop Off Broadway recital, fiends on the backlot Back alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot The shit that have us laid in Benzes with a glass top Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot I'll leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot 174 and autobahn is where the cash drop Then take the paper, then distribute to the have-nots I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a manchild 'Lo machete, hoppin' out the fan's style [?] Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them hand styles I'll wipe the floor up with your face like a ShamWow Hands down, one motherfucker 260 combined, here to bring the ruckus The bassline plus the words raise the crime rate Bronsolini show 'em how to hold a 9 straight [Hook:] Yo, get off the next man's P.P Be original, kid, get off the P.P Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the P.P Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P Yo, the drugs are rolled up, the money fold up I like my bitches big-body like an old truck With their waists sliced inches like the cold cuts Been at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up Feet first, my voice is known to curl a honey's toes Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose Smoke the hash, take it, form like a puddy, holmes Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin Drugs so good, Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em I'm on the road, blow trees through East Harlem Just put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded German shift, twist, burn to bliss I love it when the pussy tighter like a tourniquet Copped the chicken, started cookin' and converted it Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it [Hook]

Called To Be

[Verse 1:] In the journey of life There are winding roads Mountains high and valleys low Though the road ahead may be unknown I'm still focus on the prize that worth pressing for [Chorus:] I will be what you called me to be I say Yes, Lord I agree My desire, passionately Is to be what you called me to be That's what I'll be [Verse 2:] All road sign read destiny I'll follow where ever you lead Nothing can hinder me For the prize is all I see I see [Chorus:] I will be what you called me to be I say Yes, Lord I agree My desire, passionately Is to be what you called me to be That's what I'll be [x2 in harmony] [Vamp:] I say Yes, Yes, I agree [Repeat over & over]

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