Taught to be Proud

Got a little bit of soul
Got a little bit of rock'n'roll in my bones,
Don't you bury me when I'm old
I may need 'em when I'm reborn,
When I'm reborn.

The garden that you planted is doin' well
I thought you'd like to know,
The roses are growin' on the hound dog's bones
It reminds me of the time I told you long ago:

"Darlin' let's let our hair grow long
We can work on a farm, maybe live on a mountain.
I got an old hound dog, likes to run,
He needs a lot of room and he hates to be chained up."

Just like me, just like we are supposed to be.
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be.
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be.
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be.

The mountain's sinking, the river's rising,
The sky is falling, I fear I'm dying.
The forest is creeping in, I cannot stop it,
I don't want to try now, I can't remember how
I used to dream about them valley highways
Before I was chained to this country by-way
And you left me here, letting freedom tear us apart.

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I was taught to be proud of where I come from
And I'm so sad that I'm the only one.
Like a cold preacher boy talking only to himself
How did he think that he got to promised lands?

Sometimes I'm confused and I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.

Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.

Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.

It's hard to be cool when you're playing for the prophets;
They really know if you got it or you lost it.
I'll sing this song but I don't know where it came from,
Reminds me of a mountainside to stand upon and gently hum.

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Sometimes I'm confused
I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
And I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.

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The rapture is coming,
I feel the touch.
A warm hand is on me
Life is getting' rough.
I'm on the inside,
I have been without.
I'm a gambler with no bankroll,
A hobo smilin' at the sunrise.

The fool has gone hitchin',
He can't get out of town.
The law man tracked him down.
He's got a silver tooth,
It sparkles when he speaks;
He hasn't spoke for weeks.

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He's got a gilded mistress,
He kept her in a cage,
Until she got away.
She has got another,
A law man by his trade;
A few miles down the way.

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A broken rib is better
Than a busted heart,
Tearing you apart.

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If it wasn't for the money
I'd be on the train already.
If it wasn't for your lovin'
I'd be out there on the street.

And if I took my chances,
I'm sure I could keep it steady.
Steady friend until the end,
You keep me on my feet.

I was conceived by manuals,
By articles, and books.
But nothin' there is magical,
It's just as it looks.

And they say the truth's statistical
But we all know they lie.
So let us lie together,
Lie together beneath the sky.

I'm seeking opportunity.
Take me by the hand.
Show me where I'm goin',
Show me who I am.

Because all I need's a drop of water,
I'm a seed born on the wind.
I was once a flower,
And I'll be a flower again.

I was once a flower,
And I'll be a flower again.

I've been seekin',
Never findin',
What's been hidin',
Just beyond the rise.

Everybody's
Actin' so funny,
They got war and money,
They can keep 'em away from me.

Danglin' like a seagull,
Just above the coast line.
Waters wash up monsters,
Made of ocean foam and brine.

Through winter's blizzard,
The snowflakes mesmerize
And them big rig tail lights,
Show me the way.

I'm no liar,
I'm no gambler;
I've lost my share
Of women and wealth that way.

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There ain't no reason,
I'm not listenin',
I keep my distance,
Written in thousands of miles.

I'm not runnin',
Hell, I'm hardly walkin',
And it feels like I'm crawlin',
And I've got so far to go.

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I don't believe in fairies,
But I'm not so sure about vampires;
Building up their empires,
Made of blood and bone and fire.

Built with blood and bone and fire.
Built with blood and bone and fire.

I can hear your cornstalks sigh,
Underneath your prairie sky.
Southern swamps have footsteps filled,
And hound dogs howl at freedom's will.

Conscience drives us mad sometimes,
We tell our sons, if we die, we're gonna die.
So we start where we can
And hope it spreads across the land.

Its not easy taking prisoners;
Harder yet is to convert them to your cause.
John Brown left his red brick engine house bound up in chains.
Leaving five men dead he said, "The good Lord was to blame."

John Brown, your twenty sons,
Why don't you tell me what you've done?
You don't think you're men no more,
You're God's machines and holy wars.

And by some strange irony,
That night you shot dead harmony,
The angry mob came into play,
The Lord moves in mysterious ways.

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I'm a reasonable man, yeah I am,
And I understand the problem.
Sometimes you've got to take the world
And hold it in your hand.

And bring it to tomorrow, tomorrow.

Freedom's just a silly word
That keeps us bound-up pretty good.
With peace of mind for tired hands.
Is a cold heart what the Lord demands?

Don't be fooled by bravery,
We're all in chains of slavery.
John Brown, your twenty sons
Are dead now, face down in the mud.

It's not easy taking prisoners;
Harder yet is to convert them to your cause.
John Brown left his red brick engine house bound up in chains.
Leaving five men dead....
Leaving five men dead he said....
Leaving five men dead he said, "The good Lord....
Leaving five men dead he said, "The good Lord was to blame."

Pretty Jane! Precious Jane!
Never be so shy.
Just meet me in the evening,
When the moon is in the rye.
Spring's waning fast, love;
The corn is in the ear.
Summer nights are coming,
And the moon shines bright
and clear.

Pretty Jane! Precious Jane!
Never be so shy.
Just meet me in the evening,
When the moon is in the rye.
Pretty Jane! Precious Jane!

Never be so shy.
Just meet me in the evening,
When the moon is in the rye.

Name the day, the wedding day,
And I will buy, will buy the ring.
Boys and Girls in fine white favors,
Village bells will ring.
Spring is waning fast, love,
The corn is in the ear.
Summer nights are coming,
And the moon shines bright and clear.

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Dirty, ugly south,
There's no trouble from the law.
The highway's runnin' out,
I haven't gone too far.

I like to see it burn.
Yes, it makes me feel right.
To use up all the fuel
And make the nighttime bright.

I'm gonna make the nighttime bright.
I'm gonna make the nighttime bright.

Dirty oil in this engine runs
As 5,000 acres burn,
5,000 acres burn,
5,000 acres burn in California.

I'm in Mississippi now,
It's unusually cold.
I'm laughin' 'cause I'm wrong;
I'm not what I've become.

I'm not what I've become,
I'm not what I've become,
I'm not what I've become.

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The night is a Joker,
The morning's a Judge.
By Noon he's a Rambler
Just walking under the sun.
Take me to heaven,
Or else you lead me astray.
I wouldn't have it,
Any other way.

I like the beat,
I like the junk,
I like the good times,
I like the funk,
I like you here with me,
Until the morning comes,
Like the morning sun.

There's a storm on the dance floor,
There's a cloud in this club.
Lightning's a warning
For the thunder struck.
You know how to shake it,
You really know how to move.
We're gonna make it,
With nothing to prove.

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The night is a Joker,
The morning's a Judge.
By Noon he's a Rambler
Just walking under the sun.
Take me to heaven,
Or else you lead me astray
I wouldn't have it,
Any other way.

Let's all ride together,
To my friend's house on the hill.
Let's all ride together,
We got one tank to fill.

If money is a problem,
We'll sell what we don't need.
And close our eyes in happiness,
We're gonna sleep beneath the weeds,
Sleep beneath the weeds,
Sleep beneath the weeds.

My friends all laugh at me.
Say I got good eyes but I still don't see
Why that world keeps on crumbling.
We got good cards but the wrong man's dealing.

My friend be sure to feed us,
At his house up on that hill.
With corned beef he's a genius;
And his vegetables are known to thrill.

So come on and let's all ride together.
We'll wind down through the pines.
And if that road gets treacherous,
We'll pretend that we don't mind,
Pretend that we don't mind,
Pretend that we don't mind.

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Oh man, give me a life.
Give me one before I die.
If freedom's just like flying,
I always walk the line.

You were once my sweet
Lorraine,
We got lost out in the rain.
Life's greatest lessons learned
After your worst mistake.
How long does it take?

Cause this year,
It's your turn.
For fear to tread,
You're gonna get burned.
Unless, you take my word.
Undressed, fl ippin' the bird.

Let's go down to the parking lot.
You can show me what you've got.
I won't be such a tease,
If you give me what I need.

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