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They say to be sure in everything you do
But I say show me a man who's sure, and you show me a fool
You never know what life may give or just what it may take
So quit preaching your clarity: my future's fine opaque
Now I've walked many a winding mile and I'm a wandering still
Found many a fond memory on some lonely distant hill
Had many a heart a broken, but each one it healed again
Lost many a fine lady, gained many a good friend
And when they lay me down in the cold, hard ground
And my eyes, will see this world no more
As the rain falls, the wind'll cry: here lies a man
Who trod the road less travelled all because, he wasn't sure
Now we all have a story, yours is for you to write
But there ain't no point rushing that closing chapter's final line
There's many a page to be filled with tales of the unknown
Many a word to be written on the journeys of your own
But when your drifting journey takes you to a mountain peak up high
Make sure to spare a second, and look down upon the sky
At the man walking his narrow road, straight to his journey's end
So sure of where he's going, know that ain't you my friend
And when they lay you down in the cold, hard ground
And your eyes, will light this world no more
As the rain falls, the wind'll cry: here lies a gal
Who trod the road less travelled all because, she wasn't sure
It's true I've been disillusioned: waiting for the tree to grow
Day by day it doesn't seem to move, I yearn for a way to go
Thought maybe I should be decisive, clear and bold and sure
Find me a tree that's fully grown and wander on no more
But one thing that is sure my love, if I'd walked straight and true
I never would've found the fortune, to lay my eyes on you
And though we all get down sometimes faced with the roads that cross
All I have to do is look at you to know that I'm not lost
And when they lay us down in the cold, hard ground
And our eyes, shall meet in this world no more
As the rain falls, the wind'll cry: here lie two souls
Who trod the road less travelled all because, they were never sure
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In My Time of Dyin'
04:45
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In my time of dyin'
I don't want nobody to mourn
No all I ask of you my Lord
Is to take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Meet me Jesus, meet me
Meet me in the middle of the air
And if these wings should fail me
Won't you meet me with another pair
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Well in my time of dyin'
I don't want nobody to cry
No all I ask of you my Lord
Is to take me when i die
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Well I'm a going on down to the river
Gon' push my sword in the sand
Shout 'my troubles are over
I done made it to the promised land'
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy, well, well
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
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Push Me out to Sea
03:05
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I was just a young boy, when I took over my home
The weight of the world Lord, made these young shoulders old
But I didn't know no different, so I took it in my stride
And mama never told me of the letter that you'd died
Saying cover me over, and push me out to sea
There I can drift away, happy as can be
Then I wasn't even yet a man, when I took off down that road
Heading for the city Lord, to send my riches home
Well I worked where I could get it, in the yard or in the ring
And if I had to choose Lord, I'd do it all again
So cover me over, and push me out to sea
There I can drift away, happy as can be
Then I got to see this country, working in the travelling show
Went abroad to fight a war, but which one I don't know
Well I settled down and lost it all, settled down once more
Bought myself a fishing boat and went back to your shore
Where they can cover me over, and push me out to sea
There I can drift away, happy as can be
Now my mind ain't what it used to be, that much I do know
And if I'll ever get it back, well only time will show
But remember what I said to ya, when the Lord does come for me
Take me down to granddaddy's spot, and pull that anchor free
And cover me over, and push me out to sea
There I can drift away, happy as can be
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Old True Lover
03:45
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Was late in the morning, when my mind got to drifting
Thinking about you, my darling, my babe
And into the afternoon, I couldn't stop it
You've been on my mind, since you went away
And it's not for the asking, that I have been feeling
For I have been trying, for a year and a day
In fact I lost counting, from when I last saw your face
And I didn't know if I'd ever, see you again
So won't you come to me, me old true lover
Come up and tell all, the things you've to say
And don't be afraid, to come with the rain
'Cause it'll only be sunshine, to see you again
I heard something this morning, about your returning
Coming back home here, to this old place
I don't know how you feel, will you even still know me
Will you even want, to see this old face
But won't you come to me, me old true lover
We can pick up where we left off, or just start again
And i know we've both changed, since you've been away
But please don't you tell me, we can't make it the same
When I stood at the shoreline, and waved you away
I'd never felt in, my heart such a pain
And now as you fade in, coming over the horizon
I don't ever want to feel, that way again
So won't you come to me, me old true lover
Something a tells me, that this is the way
But if you come back, and say this is for nothing
Well I will turn round, and I'll walk away
So come back me darling, me old true lover
Don't you then tell me, you're a going away
But if you know, that you can't be a staying
Come back me darling, stay just for, today
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Think on You a While
03:30
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Maybe some sunny day I'll find another
But for now I hope you don't mind me thinking on you a while
Things were good and I know they could've been better
But for now I'm gonna think on you a while
Maybe it'll be in the cold January rain
Some floating glow of light'll make it better
Or maybe with the dew of spring or Autumn in the change
But for now I'm gonna think on you a while
Or maybe that smiling angel she'll never come
God knows she'd have to be a special thing, more than I deserve again
Or maybe they'll come and go just like the years
But for now I'm gonna think on you a while
And when I look back at it all who knows how I'll feel?
Will it be a passing memory, a fleeting smile and that's all?
Or will it be the pinnacle, unsurmounted ever again?
Either way I'm gonna think on you a while
And while I think of that, I'm gonna think on you a while
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Long Way Home
04:33
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Well I said 'honey don't you know, that it's a long way home'
I said 'honey don't you know, that it's a long way home'
It must've been about a quarter past three, when I walked in to see you
You didn't really have much to say, but then I didn't want you to
Well I asked 'what're you doing here', you said 'I could say the same to you'
Then I asked ' you know where we are?', you said you didn't, have a clue
And I said 'honey don't you know, that it's a long way home'
I said 'honey don't you know, that it's a long way home'
Now Jessie says to Micky, 'just how long must we run?'
Micky says 'there ain't no turning back, not after what we've done'
Jessie says 'I know that, but I can't keep going on'
'Well maybe this is far enough, it's been a long, long way to come'
And he said 'honey don't you know, that it's a long way home'
He said 'honey don't you know, that it's a long way home'
He said 'honey don't you know, that it's a long way home'
He said 'honey don't you know, that it's a long way home'
Now you see that old fella, propping up the bar
You know he's seen a lot of things, yeah he's come real far
Well Mel behind the jump says, 'are you alright my dear'
'Yes' he says 'I'm fine my love, but won't you pour me another beer?'
And Mel says 'I don't doubt it, that you've had things rough and bad
But you keep going down this road, and there ain't no coming back'
And she said 'honey don't you know, that it's a long way home'
She said 'honey don't you know, that it's a long way home
It must've been pushing midnight, when we hit that fork in the road
And I asked if you knew the way, but of course you, didn't know
Well i said 'that's all right, we can camp here for the night'
And when that old sun came up,yeah there it was a burning bright
And I said 'honey don't you know, that it's a long way home'
I said 'honey don't you know, that it's a long way home'
I said 'honey don't you know, that it's a long way home'
I said 'honey don't you know, that it's a long way home'
Oh it's a long way, home
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Tom Cole Hastings, UK
Steeped in the traditions of American folk, country, gospel and blues, Tom's is an Americana style of Alt Country meets
Greenwich Village Folk Revival.
Hailing from Hastings on the South Coast of England, Tom crafts heartfelt songs from everyday life, with a softly understated vocal style underpinned by a mix of Merle Travis style fingerpicking and country flatpicking.
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