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The Kingston Trio Album



1965
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Sittin' down here on a Parchment Farm, uh huh. (Repeat)
Sittin' down here on a Parchment Farm, I ain't never done nobody no harm.

Bet your life I'm going to jail, uh huh. (Repeat)
You can bet your life I'm going to jail, judge bought a Cadillac with my bail.

Loadin' that cotton in a hundred pound sack, uh huh. (Repeat)
Loadin' that cotton in a hundred pound sack, got a twelve gauge shot gun at my back.

I be in jail for the rest of my life, uh huh. (Repeat)
You know that I be in jail for the rest of my life, all I ever did was to shot my wife, uh huh.

Sittin' down here on a Parchment Farm, uh huh. Uh huh. I ain't never done nobody no harm.
Uh huh. Uh huh. Bet your life I'm going to jail.
Uh huh. Uh huh. Sittin' down here on a Parchment Farm.

. . .


Chorus:
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand, with an achin' in my heart and my pockets full of sand.
I'm a long way from home and I miss my darlin' so. In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go.

Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go but I'm stuck here on the grass where them cold winds blow.
Yeah, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast. Ah, but there she goes, my friend, though she's rollin' out at last.

Hear the mighty engines roar. See the silver wing on high. She's a-wingin' westward bound. High above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rains don't fall and the sun always shines. She'll be flyin' o'er my home in about three hours time.

This old airport's got me down. It's no earthly good to me 'cause I'm stuck here on the ground cold and drunk as I can be.
You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train. So, I best be on my way in the early mornin' rain.

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Where are you going with the rain? Little boy, I wish that you'd explain.
I'm gonna take my friend, the rain, where he won't hear anyone complain.
He won't have to hear those straight faced liars or bad mouth talkers or mean back biters.
That's where I'm going with the rain.

Where are you going with the wind? There's no place I know that she ain't been.
I'm gonna take my friend, the wind, so she can blow where the stars begin.
She won't have to hear those straight faced liars or bad mouth talkers or mean back biters.
That's where I'm going with the wind.

Where are you going with my heart? Little boy, I guess I'm not so smart.
I'm gonna take my friend, your heart, to keep the world from breaking it apart.
You won't have to hear those straight faced liars or bad mouth talkers or mean back biters.
That's where I'm going with your heart.
That's where I'm going with the wind. That's where I'm going with the rain.

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You love me for lovin' you,
You are you because I do.
I love you for lovin' me
And I am me because you do.
So much with us in love are we:
I could be you and you could be me.

You kiss me for kissin' you,
You are you because I do.
I kiss you for kissin' me
And I am me because you do.
So much in love with us are we:
You kiss you and I kiss me.

. . .


It's a lesson too late for the learnin', made of sand, made of sand.
In a wink of an eye my soul is turnin' in your hand, in your hand.

Chorus:
Are you goin' away with no word of fare well; will there be not a trace left behind?
I could've loved you better. Didn't mean to be unkind. You know that was the last thing on my mind.

As I lie in my bed ev'ry mornin' without you, without you.
Each song in my heart dies a-bornin' without you, without you.

(Chorus)

You've got reason a-plenty for leavin'. This I know. This I know
For the weeds have been steadily growin'. Please, don't go. Aw, please, don't go.

(Chorus)

(Oh, yeah, I) could have loved you better. Didn't mean to be unkind. You know that was the last thing on my mind.

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My brother stirs the kool-aid, giving sips. Two cents and a penny buys a set of big, wax lips.
Riding with no hands around the turn. Let's find a guy named Francis and give him an Indian burn.

Chorus:
And we can go tell Roger there's another face looking in the window.

Standing with my clothes on in the rain. Let's make some funny phone calls to folks with funny names.
Albert holds his breath when he gets mad. That's when I really like him 'cause his breath is really bad.

Chorus)

I know that Lucy Higgins still loves me 'cause she hit me with her lunch pail when I kicked her on the knee.
My brother stirs the kool-aid, giving sips. Two cents and a penny buys a set of big, wax lips.

(Chorus)

Lookin' in the window. Lookin' in the window. Lookin' in the window.

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At the foot of yon mountain, where the big river flows, there's a fond creation and a soft wind that blows.
There lives a fair maiden, she's the one I adore. She's the one I will marry on the Red River shore.

She wrote me a letter. She wrote it so kind and in that letter these words you will find.
"Come back to me, darling, you're the one I adore. You're the one I will marry on the Red River shore.

I jumped on my bronco and away I did ride to marry my true love on the Red River side.
But her pa knew the secret and with twenty and four come to fight this young cowboy on the Red River shore.

I grabbed my six shooter, spun 'round and 'round 'til six men were wounded and seven were down.
I can't fight an army of twenty and four when I'm bound for my true love on the Red River shore.

At the foot of yon mountain, where the big river flows, there's a fond creation and a soft wind that blows.
And there lives a fair maiden, she's the one I adore, but never will marry on the Red River shore

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The yellow window's hanging on the bed across the wall
Well, always in the morning the yellowest of all
And the faces of the people in the window look so small
And the faces in the morning were the peoplest of all
Standing on the verandah of Millium August.

I love to watch the spider in the horn of the Victrola
And the window I have colored with a burnt umber crayola
The chairs are musty horses with someone else's odor
And somewhere in the cushion is a secret ring decoder
Standing on the verandah of Millum August.

While I'm turning cartwheels, the kaleidoscope is singing
And somewhere in the distance someone else's phone is ringing
There are rugs upon the ceiling, there are lamps upon the floor
And renaissance wallpaper they put across the door
The house has been torn down and everyone has gone
And I am held a prisoner on a cemetary lawn
Standing on the verandah of Millium August

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The moments turn to hours
And the hours turn to days
And I've seen so many lost ones pass away

And they're gone
Yes, they're gone
They are gone to stay

The hill sides are so lovely
In their springtime fine array
But I've seen too many flowers fade away

And they're gone
Yes, they're gone
They are gone to stay

The lovers pass by my window
Never caring if they stray
But I've seen so many lovers lose their way

And they're gone
Yes, they're gone
They are gone to stay
They are gone to stay

. . .


Sittin' by the window, waitin' for the dawn
Waitin' for a girl, a long time gone
Long time gone is a lonesome sound

Long time blues is a hard way down

Walkin' by the river, walkin' in the rain
Down by the depot waitin' for the train
Long time gone is the evening train

Long time blues is an achin' pain
Long time blues is an achin' pain

Listen to the sparrow singin' their song
Listen for a voice a long time gone
Long time gone is a silent song

Long time blues keep comin' on

Sittin' by the window, waitin' for the dawn
Waitin' for a girl, a long time gone
Long time gone is a lonesome sound

Long time blues is a hard way down
Long time blues is a hard way down

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Do you remember me? Turn back the years and see. Dance the distance. Dance it if you can.
For as you'd always say, "Forever's just a day. Dance the distance. Dance it if you can."

Chorus:
And far beyond the song, I've been searchin' for too long. I can't dance the distance by myself,
And the sand where we would meet would vanish from my feet. I can't dance the distance by myself.

If you should happen by, like a soft wind on my mind, dance the distance, dance it if you can.
You can look for me where the road turns to the sea. Dance the distance. Dance it by yourself.

(Chorus)

Do you remember me? Turn back the years and see. Dance the distance. Dance it if you can.
For as you'd always say, "Forever's just a day. Let's dance the distance. Dance it while we can."
Let's dance the distance. Dance it while we can. (Repeat and fade)

. . .


I ain't asking to cry on your shoulder. I don't wanta see your happiness folder.
I got a sing when things go wrong. I gotta sing a runaway song.

Chorus:
And I run (run, run, run, run away) run away (run, run, run, run away), yeah, I run away.
Fly, fly away.
Sneak away. Fly away. Watch me as I get away, anyway. I can runaway.

Show me a man with a pocket full of causes. Says he knows who Santa Claus is.
Talking 'bout a war I should denounce over in a country with a name I can't pronounce.

(Chorus)

I run (run, run, run, run away) run away (run, run, run, run away), yeah, I run away.
Fly, fly away. Any way, I can run away.

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