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Mornin' highways
02:57
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so when the bells will call
I'm gonna hop on the mornin' train
and when the spring will come
I'm gonna run to those mornin' highways
I'm gonna grab my little pen
and write 'so long' in a letter to a friend
and when my train will arrive
I'm gonna stand on that platform cryin'
and when my train will arrive
I'm gonna stand on that platform cryin'
I'm gonna find some heavy stone
and write all my songs on the station walls
and when that train will leave
I'm gonna look through the window sighin'
and when my train will leave
I'm gonna look through it's window sighin'
I'm gonna grab my little phone
and call you up just to say
that I will call you one day
so when the bells will call
I'm gonna hop on the mornin' train
and when the spring will come
I'm gonna run to those mornin' highways
I'm gonna grab my little pen
and write 'farewell' in a letter to a friend
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The sun may shine
04:49
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early in the mornin'
the sun may shine
early in the mornin', that's right
the sun may
the sun may shine
upon my blues and warm me down
early in the mornin'
life called me
it called me
and it told me – run
told my shoes their role in town
and told my soul the fall is behind
early in the mornin'
the sun may shine
early in the mornin'
the sun may
the sun may rise
to clear my path from all the lies
to clear my mind and light my eyes
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Tomorrow in the morning
02:55
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tomorrow I'll jump to that train
tomorrow in the morning
tomorrow in the morning
tomorrow in the morning
tomorrow I'll run through that rain
and my boots will keep sinkin'
the moon will be shrinkin'
tomorrow I'll quietly leave you thinkin'
tomorrow I'll leave all our troubles behind
tomorrow I'll be on my own
the morning will take me but I'll always be singing your songs
the world is wide but god knows I'll be missin' those walls
tomorrow I'll jump to that train
tomorrow in the morning
tomorrow in the morning
tomorrow in the morning
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Indian girl
04:14
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in the breeze
before the sun
leaves shining for the oceans
an indian girl gets sleepy
she lays down her head in the rain
an indian girl gets sleepy
on her way
and in the storm
among the winds
that gone chasing for the blues
an indian girl she's dreaming
recalling her tribe with a tune
that indian girl she's dreaming
with the flumes
and with the breeze
before the sun
comes warmin' up what's frozen
an indian girl she's leaving
recalling her dream through a song
that indian girl she's leaving
with the dawn
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With the cranes
01:53
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trains, trains, trains
tomorrow I'm leavin' my chains
that fire'll return to that flame
from the morning I will follow all
the days, days, days
whenever they're headin' our ways
and our loss will return to her place
for tomorrow we'll be going with the cranes
and our roads, roads, roads
no matter how dirty or cold
they always lead where we belong
let the shadows do whatever they're for
and time, time, time
it's cycles keep growing all around
drop thinking while everything's fine
let the meadow inside you wake up
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New Orleans
05:17
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your eyes they don't show where're you goin'
but time will tell - to New Orleans
yet time it won't look through your windows
it's flying so fast while your shoes
they wait for the breeze of ten thousand seas
your heart is an ocean that's starting to freeze
when you're out on your own
don't you know there's just one way to go
and when you close your eyes
are you going to the fields of lost - to New Orleans
your eyes look so sad
are your trying to keep yourself while you're crying
some people may try but time is too good
there's too much to feel when there's nothin' to lose
so get out of that window
take your hat and be who you wanna be
and when the bells will call
you'll be going to the land of dawn - to New Orleans
no nothing's as bright as New Orleans
when time will call you'll be goin'
the dogs will break loose, tables and tools
that time is a gardener
that hurries to choose of your ground
you look where to go
he already knows
he already knows
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Blue truancy
03:17
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tomorrow I'll leave this room
like a sailor leaves a shore
tomorrow I'll share my doom with a stranger
but that stranger wouldn't know
tomorrow will bring new seasons 'round
with some color for the leaves
tomorrow I'll leave my folks
for the blue truancy
the world will toss my cards
I'll be choosing how I play
some people may sway my trust like a sailor's boat
but the sailors never break
the oceans will tear my sacred map
bring a longing to be free
tomorrow I'll trade what's sure
for the possibility
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Early train
02:03
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early mornin' arrives my train
early mornin' arrives my train
early mornin' on the fast lane
arrives my early train
for a thousand miles I've puzzled my brain
yet today I'm leavin' my old game
at a railway station
because from the fast lane
leaves my early train
leaves my early train
leaves my early train
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Hope you understand
02:16
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hope you understand I pack my six string gun
it ain't good business huntin' here against the sun
I hope you understand my road
hope you understand
darlin' I've been near ya 'till the nights turned cold
cheap planes are flyin' south at least that's what I'm told
I know you understand that choice
and I hope Spain digs my voice
winter's pretty long
yet there's a whole new spring to come
and I guess it will be sung
hope Spanish don't prepare an unfriendly army of guards
it ain't no secret here they're walking nine to nine
I hope they'll understand one time
I'm miles away from crime
it's hard to love through distance, distant calls seem hard
one thing though is certain I'll be sending pretty cards
I hope you understand sweet Eve
I got that thirst to leave
winter's very wet
yet there's a whole new world to dry
so don't you dare to cry
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Last note of summer
02:24
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you left me cryin' in the pourin' rain
and now you're leavin' on the downtown train
but I believe, even I know
the seasons will turn
and you'll be comin' back home
but before you drowned in the sea of leaves
you hummed a little song I'll always miss
for I'm still here in my wet shoes
wastin' my time upon that little old blues
but time, poor time won't say goodbye
while I repeat those last notes of summer
forgot a line of your precious song
so I tried to call you on the telephone
yet all I hear is the voice of your mother
so how can I sleep with no melody to bother my time
poor time won't say goodnight
'till I repeat the last notes of summer
and time poor time won't laugh nor cry
'till I reveal the last note of summer
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Crane Days Gdańsk, Poland
Singer-songwriter from Gdańsk, loosely relating to the tradition of contemporary folk.
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