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Songs: Rich Men North of Richmond, From Ecclesiastes Chapter 5 (I), Rich Man's Gold, From Ecclesiastes Chapter 5 (II), Doggonit, I've Got to Get Sober, From Ecclesiastes Chapter 4, Cobwebs and Cocaine, From Ecclesiastes Chapter 1, Hell on Earth, From Matthew Chapter 24, I Want to Go Home, Feeling Purdy Good, From Proverbs Chapter 3, Always Love You Like A Good Old Dog, From Ecclesiastes Chapter 9, VCR Kid, From Matthew Chapter 10, Momma's Been Hurting
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Whoever loves money never has enough Whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with their income This, too, is meaningless Everyone comes naked from their mother's womb And as everyone comes, so they depart
Granddaddy grew up on dirt floors The whole county was dirt poor And Momma died when he was four What a damn shame They grew tobacco and raised hogs Seven youngin's and some old dogs I reckon they was livin' high on the hog Way back in their day He'd say, "You weren't born to just pay bills and die" You weren't born to just pay bills and die All you need is a dog, a shack, a creek in the back And a, a good woman to hold Lord, you don't need that rich man's gold Now people walkin' down easy street Actin' like they got hot coals under their feet But they ain't had a day without nothin' to eat You bet the farm on that You gotta start livin' off the land, livin' on love Givin' up thanks to the Lord above 'Cause when they put you down in that cold, dark ground You're gonna wish you weren't born to just pay bills and die 'Cause you weren't born to just pay bills and die All you need is a dog, a shack, a creek in the back And a, a good woman to hold Lord, you don't need that rich man's gold
Do not be quick with your mouth Do not be hasty in your heart To utter anything before God God is in Heaven and you are on Earth So let your words be few A dream comes when there are many cares And many words mark the speech of a fool
Well, my head's been hurtin', my back's been achin' The water's dryin' up, there's a war in the makin' People eatin' bugs 'cause they won't eat bacon Doggonit There's needles in the streets, folks hardly survivin' On the sidewalks next to highways full of cars self-drivin' The poor keep hurtin', and the rich keep thrivin' Doggonit There's a little town somewhere The only thing you hear at night is that old mill hummin' The only time traffic backs up Is when that old, sweet Norfolk Southern train's hummin' With me and a doggonit Just me and a doggonit Now people's cryin' 'bout burnin' coal And not the poor souls who's diggin' it I reckon there's been a many good man in the grave Tryin' to keep our houses lit From down in the oilfields and the pipelines And the linemen and the coal mines So we can sit at home and plug in our newfangled bullshit And republicans and democrats Lord, I swear, they're all just full of crap I ain't never seen a good city-slickin' bureaucrat But there's a little town somewhere The only thing you hear at night is that old mill hummin' The only time traffic backs up Is when that old, sweet Norfolk Southern train's hummin' With me and a doggonit Just me and a doggonit Well, my head's been hurtin', my back's been achin' The water's dryin' up, there's a war in the makin' People eatin' bugs 'cause they won't eat bacon Doggonit
Well, the life we've been given and the way we been livin's Just a song that we write 'til we die Some people write songs on livin' just right But I write mine on just gettin' by And I'll go on a whim Start to writin' a hymn that sounds so sweet But the troubles and the sin of the world that we're in Knock me back off my feet I gotta get sober, I gotta start livin' right Oh, I don't know how it's gonna go But it ain't gonna happen tonight So pour 'em down strong until I drown And if I wake up tomorrow when that sun comes back around I'll be wishin' I was sober Well, the liquor and the bowl, they been numbin' my soul From the pain that the world's put on me But I know that, upstairs, there's an old man who cares And one day, well, He'll set me free And I'll go on a whim Start to writin' a hymn that sounds so sweet But the troubles and the sin of the world that we're in Knock me back off my feet I gotta get sober, I gotta start livin' right Oh, I don't know how it's gonna go But it ain't gonna happen tonight So pour 'em down strong until I drown And if I wake up tomorrow when that sun comes back around I'll be wishin' I was sober Well, the life we've been given and the way we been livin's Just a song that we write 'til we die
Again, I looked and saw all the oppression That was taking place under the sun I saw the tears of the oppressed And they had no comforter Power was on the side of their oppressors And I declare that the dead who had already died Are happier than the living who are still alive The better than both is the one who has never been born Who has not seen the evil that is done under the sun
Hello, you fellows and fellas This is now the song I wrote It's called Cobwebs and Cocaine My poor old wife grabbed a shot box of lead Ran a four-ten slug plum through her head She said she'd rather be living in hell than with me instead I can't find fault in that 'Cause these cobwebs and cocaine are the only things left in my brain I'm shoveling coal on the midnight train Headin' straight towards the depths of hell My damned old dog done ran away 'Cause he didn't stand seein' me living life this way He'll never come home, but that's okay I can't find fault in that 'Cause these cobwebs and cocaine are the only things left in my brain Well, I'm shoveling coal on the midnight train Headin' straight towards the depths of hell
Everything is meaningless What do people gain from all their labors In which they toil under the sun? Generations come and generations go But the Earth remains forever The sun rises and the sun sets And hurries back to where it rises The wind blows to the south and turns to the north Round and round it goes, ever returning on its course All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full To the place the streams come from, there they return again All things are wearisome, more than one can say The eye never has enough of seeing Nor the ear its fill of hearing What has been will be again And what has been done will be done again There is nothing new under the sun Is there anything of which one can say "Look, this is something new?" It was here already, long ago It was here before our time No one remembers the former generations And even the ones yet to come will not be remembered By those who follow them
Son, do you know where you're gonna go? Son, when you die Well, I've been asked that a hundred thousand times Oh, I wasn't sure, but I asked around And I found most people die and go to Hell before they ever hit the ground 'Cause they wake up early, they still run late Curse every man, woman, and child on the interstate Oh, and you clock in 'til you clock out and you drive back home Son, how you gonna find a paradise in the sky if you ain't found the one you're on? I wasn't born in West Virginia, but that's damn sure where I'll die You can put my ashes in the creek and let me float on by All I need is an acre and a half on a chert gravel road A two-room shack and a wood-burning stove I'll sit and watch that Tug Fork flow 'Til the day that the good Lord calls me home I'm tired of waking up early and still running late Cursin' every man, woman, and child on the interstate Oh, and you clock in 'til you clock out and you drive back home Son, how you gonna find a paradise in the sky if you ain't found the one you're on? Son, do you know where you're gonna go? Son, when you die
You will hear of wars and rumors of wars But see to it that you are not alarmed Such things must happen, but the end is still to come Nation will rise against nation And kingdom against kingdom There will be famines and earthquakes in various places All these are the beginning of birth pains Then you will be handed over to be Persecuted and put to death And you will be hated by all nations because of Me At that time, many will turn away from the faith And will betray and hate each other And many false prophets will appear and deceive many people Because of the increase in wickedness The love of most will grow cold But the one who stands firm to the end will be saved And this Gospel of the Kingdom will be preached In the whole world as a testimony to all nations And then the end will come So if anyone tells you, "There He is, out in the wilderness" Do not go Or, "Here He is in the inner rooms" Do not believe it For as lightning that comes from the east is visible Even in the west, so will be the coming of the Son of Man Wherever there is a carcass, there the vultures will gather
If it weren't for my old dogs and the good Lord They'd have me strung up in the psych ward 'Cause every day livin' in this new world Is one too many days to me Son, we're on the brink of the next world war And I don't think nobody's praying no more And I ain't sayin' I know it for sure I'm just down on my knees Begging, Lord, take me home I just wanna go home I don't know which road to go It's been so long I just know I didn't use to wake up feeling this way Cussin' myself every damn day People have really gone and lost their way They all just do what the TVs say And I wanna go home Seven generations farming the ground Grandson sells it to a man from out of town Two weeks later, the trees go down Only got concrete growing around And I wanna go home I wanna go home I don't know which road to go It's been so long I just know I didn't use to wake up feeling this way Well, cussin' myself every damn day There's always some kind of bill to pay People just doing what the rich man say And I wanna go home
Girl, I've been thinking, this drinking is wrecking my health But I reckon that's better than killing myself It's been a long, hard ride down to the bottom I sing the Blues 'cause Lord knows I got 'em But I've been feeling purdy good, doing alright Got a purdy woman coming over tonight And I reckon that things are gonna be alright When the morning comes I hate to tell you if truth been told It's all just souls trying not to get sold You never grow up, you just grow old along the way But I've been feeling purdy good today This anxiety and depression Lord, it's left me second-guessing Every damn thing I ever gave a damn about 'Cause when you work all week Check is spent on bills and beer, and the government Lord, there ain't much that an old boy can do I been feeling purdy good, doing alright Got a purdy woman coming over tonight I reckon that things are gonna be alright When the morning comes I hate to tell you, if the truth been told It's all just souls trying not to get sold You never grow up, you just grow old along the way But I've been feeling purdy good today
My son, do not forget my teaching But keep my commands in your heart For they will prolong your life for many years And bring you peace and prosperity Let love and faithfulness never leave you Bind them around your neck Write them on the tablet of your heart Then you will win favor and a good name In the sight of God and man Trust in the Lord with all your heart And lean not on your own understanding In all your ways, submit to Him And He will make your path straight Do not be wise in your own eyes Fear the Lord and shun evil This will bring health to your body And nourishment to your bones
But anyone who is among the living has hope Even a live dog is better off than a dead lion For the living know that they will die But the dead know nothing They have no further reward And even their name is forgotten Their love, their hate, and their jealousy Have long since vanished Never again will they have a part in anything That happens under the sun Moreover, no one knows when their hour will come As fish are caught in the cruel net, or birds taken in a snare So people are trapped by evil times That fall unexpectedly on them
In my grandad's attic There's a dusty box of old VCR tapes And there's a kid who looks kinda like I did Before I made all my mistakes Before those dark nights And hard fights that he won't win Before those heartbreaks, mistakes That'll haunt him 'til the end If you just keep on climbin', keep on fightin' 'Til you reach that mountain ridge I bet you a dollar when you look down in that holler You'll be smilin' like that damned VCR kid This beautiful world that we're livin' in I'd give all I have just to get it again Without all the pain Without all the things I've done And the lines on my face are startin' to tell Stories of the past that I know so well The things that I'm ashamed of That I've done along the way All of those hard nights Long fights that he won't win Those heartaches, mistakes That'll haunt you 'til the end If you just keep on climbin' and keep on fightin' 'Til you reach that mountain ridge I bet you a dollar when you look down in that holler You'll be smilin' like that damned VCR kid In my grandad's attic There's a dusty box of old VCR tapes
So do not be afraid of them For there is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed Or hidden that will not be made known What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight What is whispered in your ear, proclaim from the roofs Do not be afraid of those who killed the body But cannot kill the soul Rather be afraid of the One who can destroy Both the soul and the body in Hell
Mama's been hurtin', daddy's been down Ain't nobody been workin' Since the mill left town They got two youngins not ten years old With 200 dollars left in his billfold And a week's worth of groceries is the price of gold When your whole damn country's been bought and sold Whenever there's been hard times It's always made hard folks "Who could get it to the other side And not let it be all?" She wrote I'd love to live to be an old man But, God, You can take me a young one Just don't let the land I love Die so young, of Thee, I sing I've been flying low, my troubled mind Get to diggin' me a hole my soul can't climb Is this the end of the world? Nobody knows 'Cause they all just stare at the trash on their phones In a land that's littered with many men's bones Who died fightin' for somewhere they could call home Whenever there's been hard times It's always made hard folks "Who could get it to the other side And not let it be all?" she wrote I'd love to live to be an old man But, God, You can take me a young one Just don't let the land I love Die so young, of Thee, I sing
I've been selling my soul working all day Overtime hours for bullshit pay So I can sit out here and waste my life away Drag back home and drown my troubles away It's a damn shame what the world's gotten to For people like me, people like you Wish I could just wake up and it not be true But it is oh, it is Livin' in the new world with an old soul These rich men north of Richmond Lord, knows they all just wanna have total control Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do And they don't think you know but I know that you do 'Cause your dollar ain't shit and it's taxed to no end 'Cause of rich men north of Richmond I wish politicians would look out for minors And not just minors on an island somewhere Lord, we got folks in the street ain't got nothin' to eat And the obese milkin' welfare But God, if you're five foot three and you're three hundred pounds Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds Young men are putting themselves six feet in the ground 'Cause all this damn country does is keep on kicking them down Lord, it's a damn shame what the world's gotten to For people like me, people like you Wish I could just wake up and it not be true But it is oh, it is Livin' in the new world with an old soul These rich men north of Richmond Lord, knows they all just wanna have total control Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do And they don't think you know but I know that you do 'Cause your dollar ain't shit and it's taxed to no end 'Cause of rich men north of Richmond I've been selling my soul working all day Overtime hours for bullshit pay
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