Willie and Merle

Link: [Willie Nelson] & [Merle Haggard]

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Pancho and Lefty

Willie Nelson & Merle Haggard

Livin’ on the roadmy friend

Was gonna keep youfree and clean

Now you wear yourskin like iron

And your breath’sas hard as kerosene

You weren’t yourmama’s only boy

But her favoriteone it seems

She began to crywhen you said goodbye

And sank into yourdreams

Pancho was a banditboys

His horse was fastas polished steel

He wore his gunoutside his pants

For all the honestworld to feel

Pancho met hismatch you know

On the deserts downin Mexico

Nobody heard hisdyin’ words

Oh that’s the wayit goes

All the Federalessay

They could have hadhim any day

They only let him slipaway

Out of kindness Isuppose

Lefty

He can’t sing theblues

All night long likehe used to

The dust thatPancho bit down south

Ended up in Lefty’smouth

The day they laidpoor Pancho low

Lefty split forOhio

Where he got thebread to go

There ain’t nobodyknows

All the Federalessay

They could have hadhim any day

They only let himslip away

Out of kindness Isuppose

The poets tell howPancho fell

And Lefty’s livin’in a cheap hotel

The desert’s quietand Cleveland’s cold

So the story endswe’re told

Pancho needs yourprayers it’s true

But save a few forLefty too

He only did what hehad to do

And now he’s growin’old

All the Federalessay

They could have hadhim any day

They only let himgo so long

Our of kindness Isuppose

A few grayFederales say

They could have hadhim any day

They only let himgo so long

Out of kindness Isuppose

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TFT: Willie Nelson

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Not every song thatwill be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian”in the eyes of this world.  For some willbe anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviouslyferverent rants of rebellion. Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (inone way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear themessage.

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Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground

Willie Nelson

If you would nothave fallen

Then I would nothave found you

Angel flyin’ tooclose

To the ground

And I patched upyour broken wing

And hung around fora while

Tryin’ to keep yourspirits up

And your fever down

And I knew someday

That you would flyaway

For love’s thegreatest healer

To be found

So leave me if youneed to

I will stillremember

Angel flyin’ tooclose

To the ground

Fly on

Fly on past

The speed of sound

I’d rather see youup

Than see you down

Leave me if youneed to

I will stillremember

Angel flyin’ tooclose

To the ground

Leave me if youneed to

I will stillremember

Angel flyin’ tooclose

To the ground

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Always On My Mind

Willie Nelson

Maybe I didn’t loveyou

Quite as often as Icould have

Maybe I didn’ttreat you

Quite as good as Ishould have

If I made you feelsecond best

Girl I’m sorry Iwas blind

But you were alwayson my mind

You were always onmy mind

Maybe I didn’t holdyou

All those lonelylonely times

And I guess I nevertold you

I’m so happy thatyou’re mine

Little things Ishould have said and done

I just never tookthe time

But you were alwayson my mind

You were always onmy mind

Tell me

Tell me that yoursweet love hasn’t died

And give me

Give me one morechance to keep you satisfied

I’ll keep yousatisfied

Little things Ishould have said and done

I just never tookthe time

But you were alwayson my mind

You were always onmy mind

You were always onmy mind

You were always onmy mind

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Waylon and Willie

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Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies

Grow Up To Be Cowboys

Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson

Cowboys ain’t easyto love

And they’re harderto hold

They’d rather giveyou a song

Than diamonds orgold

Lone Star beltbuckles

And old faded Levis

And each nightbegins a new day

If you don’t understandhim

And he don’t dieyoung

He’ll probably justride away

Mamas

Don’t let yourbabies grow up to be cowboys

Don’t let ‘em pickguitars

Or drive them oldtrucks

Let ‘em be doctors

And lawyers

And such

Mamas

Don’t let youbabies grow up to be cowboys

‘Cause they’llnever stay home

And they’re alwaysalone

Even with someonethey love

Cowboys like smokyold pool rooms

And clear mountainmornings

Little warm puppies

And children

And girls of thenight

Them that don’t himwon’t like him

And them that do

Sometimes won’tknow how to take him

He ain’t wrong

He’s just different

But his pride won’tlet him

Do things to makeyou think he’s right

Mamas

Don’t let yourbabies grow up to be cowboys

Don’t let ‘em pickguitars

Or drive them oldtrucks

Let ‘em be doctors

And lawyers

And such

Mamas

Don’t let youbabies grow up to be cowboys

‘Cause they’llnever stay home

And they’re alwaysalone

Even with someonethey love

Mamas

Don’t let yourbabies grow up to be cowboys

Don’t let ‘em pickguitars

Or drive them oldtrucks…

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Arlo Guthrie vs. Willie Nelson

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City of New Orleans

Arlo Guthrie

Ridin’ on

The City of New Orleans

Illinois Central

Monday morning rail

Fifteen cars

And fifteen restless riders

Three conductors

And twenty-five sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey

The train pulls out of Kankakee

And rolls along past houses farms and fields

Passin’ trains that have no name

Freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of the rusted automobile

Good mornin’ America

How are ya

Say

Don’t you know me

I’m your native son

I’m the train they call

The City of New Orleans

I’ll be gone five hundred miles

When the day is done

Dealin’ card games

With the old men in the club car

Penny a point

Ain’t no one keepin’ score

Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

Feel the wheels

Rumblin’ ‘neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters

And the sons of engineers

Ride their fathers’ magic carpets

Made of steel

Mothers with their babes asleep

Rockin’ to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails

Is all they feel

Good mornin’ America

How are ya

Say

Don’t you know me

I’m your native son

I’m the train they call

The City of New Orleans

I’ll be gone five hundred miles

When the day is done

Night time

On the City of New Orleans

Changin’ cars

In Memphis Tennessee

Halfway home

We’ll be there by mornin’

Through the Mississippi darkness

Rollin’ down to the sea

But all the towns and people seem

To fade into a bad dream

And the steel rail

Still ain’t heard the news

The conductor sings his songs again

The passengers will please refrain

This train’s got the disappearin’

Railroad blues

Good night America

How are ya

Say

Don’t you know me

I’m your native son

I’m the train they call

The City of New Orleans

I’ll be gone five hundred miles

When the day is done

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City of New Orleans

Willie Nelson

Ridin’ on

The City of New Orleans

Illinois Central

Monday morning rail

Fifteen cars

And fifteen restless riders

Three conductors

And twenty-five sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey

The train pulls out of Kankakee

And rolls along past houses farms and fields

Passin’ trains that have no name

And freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of the rusted automobile

Good mornin’ America

How are ya

Say

Don’t you know me

I’m your native son

I’m the train they call

The City of New Orleans

And I’ll be gone five hundred miles

When the day is done

Dealin’ card games

With the old men in the club car

Penny a point

Ain’t no one keepin’ score

Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

Feel the wheels

Rumblin’ ‘neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters

And the sons of engineers

Ride their fathers’ magic carpets

Made of steel

Mothers with their babes asleep

Rockin’ to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails

Is all they feel

Good mornin’ America

How are ya

Say

Don’t you know me

I’m your native son

I’m the train they call

The City of New Orleans

I’ll be gone five hundred miles

When the day is done

Night time on

The City of New Orleans

Changin’ cars

In Memphis Tennessee

Halfway home

We’ll be there by mornin’

Through the Mississippi darkness

Rollin’ down to the sea

But all the towns and people seem

To fade into a bad dream

And the steel rail

Still ain’t heard the news

The conductor sings his songs again

The passengers will please refrain

This train has got

The disappearin’ railroad blues

Good night America

How are ya

Say

Don’t you know me

I’m your native son

I’m the train they call

The City of New Orleans

I’ll be gone five hundred miles

When the day is done

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