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Verse
Well the rivers,
The running roads,
All along the pines and the railroad signs
Well, tell me are the mountains
On your mind
Or will the flatlands just steal your time?
Chorus
‘Cause time is like a measure
Oh, like one, two, three.
Like a sunken old sea of treasure
Fire and the flame,
Oh, the wind and the rain
Can only shape just how we’re tamed.
Verse 2
Well the devil,
Can seem like your only friend,
When you lay your cards on the table,
And find you lost your hand again
Well, just recall,
Some words of wisdom I’ve been told
By a man, much wiser than me,
Chorus
He said…
Boy,
You’re gonna win some, you’re gonna lose some,
But that’s just life. (repeat 3)
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Verse 1
I’ve always been a simpleminded melody
So run of the mill, that I nearly lost my mind
So caught up with what you might just think of me
That I found myself a future running blind
Chorus A
But you gotta have love
You gotta have understanding
You gotta believe, oh, in yourself
You gotta rise above
All that you have left abandoned
And never try to be too proud
That you will never be allowed
A little help
My brothers
A little help my sisters
A little help my friends
You see help is the one thing
That we all can do
To make this one world
A little better for me and you
Verse 2
I have learned my lessons, and I have seen the cost
Of beauty in this world that can never be lost
And I know my tomorrows they depend on me today
Just like the bluebird depends on the wind to fly away
Bridge/Verse3
I’ll just pray I’ll remember, what I need to say
When my eyes seem sullen, and my hair turns a shade of gray
I just hope I can keep my strength before the light of day takes me away So far away
I pray
And I, Lord, I pray
Chorus B
I’ll pray you’ll find love
I’ll pray you’ll find understanding
Pray you’ll believe in yourself
That you will find a way to rise above
All that you have left abandoned
And never try to be too proud
That you will never be allowed
That you will never be allowed
A little help
My brothers
A little help my sisters
A little help my friends
See help is the one thing
That we all can do
To make this one world
A little better for me and you
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Verse
Everyone runs the risk of fallin’
Anytime they reach for something more
Just like the pieces of the puzzle
Thought lost long before
If you’d only taken the time,
To look on the floor, maybe then you’ll…
Chorus
Find life, a little bit easier,
When you leave, nothing behind
Cause guessing your life away,
Will only lead you to trouble
So take the time, and find,
The last piece of the puzzle
Verse
Time, waits for no one.
Neither should your ambition in life.
The sweet winds of change will easily rearrange,
All your needs and desires,
So choose the ones that leave you inspired,
And maybe then you’ll...
Chorus repeat
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Verse 1
Well look at my dusty old jacket, with all the patches on the sleeves,
Well no they ain’t just for looks, they all have a purpose you see,
That one across my shoulder, almost took my life away,
From a dirty old drunk up in Boulder, who sealed his fate that day
Chorus
Well life’s a bit more precious, when you’ve stood at the devils door,
And pulled yourself out from the fire to try and live for more,
And seen yourself through others eyes who’ve only wished you well,
And hoped and pray you’ll never have to take another wild trip through hell
Verse 2
Whiskey and women, have always led to my downfall,
I was flirting, with a redhead, in a Colorado bar,
I was quick on the gun, I had my holster at my side,
When a man came in, to try and steal, that women from my eyes
Verse 3
Well I spoke up, and told that man, hey buddy wont ya’ take a hike,
Just then a knife come flying up, out into my sight,
I took a one step back, pulled my gun, and shot him out the door,
And realized that he had hit me first, cause there was my blood on the floor.
(Repeat Chorus)
Verse 4
Well I’m a bit more wiser, my beards a bit more grey,
I don’t feel the same as I did, on that wild and bloody day,
My minds a bit more sober, my thoughts a bit more clear,
I don’t know how the hell I’ve lived so long, with vengeance always near
Verse 5
And my grandson seems to have, the same old beaten soul
Living life, all alone, paying the outlaws toll
Well I hope he don’t try and do what his late old father did
Fail miserably trying to be the next Billy the Kid
(Repeat Chorus)
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