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DISCOGRAPHY
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salvage Zachary
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Title |
Bitrate |
Length |
Size |
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| 1. |
Cry! Cry! Cry! |
VBR-189 |
2:24 |
3.26 Mb |
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| 2. |
Hey Porter |
VBR-181 |
2:13 |
2.89 Mb |
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| 3. |
Folsom Prison Blues |
VBR-170 |
2:49 |
3.45 Mb |
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| 4. |
I Walk The Line |
VBR-170 |
2:45 |
3.36 Mb |
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| 5. |
Get Rhythm |
VBR-178 |
2:14 |
2.86 Mb |
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| 6. |
Big River |
VBR-170 |
2:32 |
3.10 Mb |
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| 7. |
Guess Things Happen That Way |
VBR-167 |
1:51 |
2.22 Mb |
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| 8. |
Ring Of Fire |
VBR-275 |
2:37 |
5.16 Mb |
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| 9. |
Jackson |
VBR-280 |
2:46 |
5.57 Mb |
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| 10. |
A Boy Named Sue (live) |
VBR-252 |
3:46 |
6.82 Mb |
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| 11. |
Sunday Morning Coming Down |
VBR-244 |
4:07 |
7.21 Mb |
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| 12. |
Man In Black |
VBR-282 |
2:52 |
5.83 Mb |
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| 13. |
One Piece At A Time |
VBR-260 |
4:02 |
7.53 Mb |
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| 14. |
Highwayman |
VBR-240 |
3:03 |
5.25 Mb |
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| 15. |
The Wanderer |
VBR-243 |
4:45 |
8.31 Mb |
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| 16. |
Delia's Gone |
VBR-162 |
2:19 |
2.70 Mb |
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| 17. |
Rusty Cage |
VBR-240 |
2:49 |
4.86 Mb |
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| 18. |
I've Been Everywhere |
VBR-218 |
3:16 |
5.13 Mb |
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| 19. |
Give My Love To Rose |
VBR-215 |
3:27 |
5.33 Mb |
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| 20. |
The Man Comes Around (early take) |
VBR-256 |
3:51 |
7.07 Mb |
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| 21. |
Hurt |
VBR-241 |
3:38 |
6.31 Mb |
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| Cry! Cry! Cry! |
Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down.
I think you only live to see the lights of town.
I wasted my time when I would try, try, try.
When the lights have lost their glow, you're gonna cry, cry, cry.
I lie awake at night and wait 'til you come in.
You stay a little while and then you're gone again.
Every question that I ask, I get a lie, lie, lie.
For every lie you tell, you're gonna cry, cry, cry.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone,
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.
Soon your sugar-daddies will all be gone.
You'll wake up some cold day and find you're alone.
You'll call to me but I'm gonna tell you: "Bye, bye, bye,"
When I turn around and walk away, you'll cry, cry, cry,
When your fickle little love gets old, no one will care for you.
You'll come back to me for a little love that's true.
I'll tell you no and you gonna ask me why, why, why?
When I remind you of all of this, you'll cry, cry, cry.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone,
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll want me there,
It'll hurt when you think of the fool you've been.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry. |
| Hey Porter |
Hey porter! Hey porter!
Would you tell me the time?
How much longer will it be till we cross
that Mason Dixon Line?
At daylight would ya tell that engineer
to slow it down?
Or better still, just stop the train,
Cause I wanna look around.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
What time did ya say?
How much longer will it be till I can
see the light of day?
When we hit Dixie will you tell that engineer
to ring his bell?
And ask everybody that ain't asleep
to stand right up and yell.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
It's getting light outside.
This old train is puffin' smoke,
and I have to strain my eyes.
But ask that engineer if he will
blow his whistle please.
Cause I smell frost on cotton leaves
and I feel that Southern breeze.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
Please get my bags for me.
I need nobody to tell me now
that we're in Tennessee.
Go tell that engineer to make that
lonesome whistle scream,
We're not so far from home
so take it easy on the steam.
Hey porter! Hey porter!
Please open up the door.
When they stop the train I'm gonna get off first
Cause I can't wait no more.
Tell that engineer I said thanks alot,
and I didn't mind the fare.
I'm gonna set my feet on Southern soil
and breathe that Southern air. |
| Folsom Prison Blues |
I hear the train a comin'
it's rolling round the bend
and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
but that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Anton..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
now every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and cry..
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
they're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
but those people keep a movin'
and that's what tortures me...
Well if they'd free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move just a little further down the line
far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away..... |
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