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Dakota Folk Blues

Dakota Folk Blues

(Duplicated CD)
  • Door Mystic Cowboys
  • Release 3-6-2009
  • Muziekgenre Blues
  • Media-indeling CD
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The Mystic Cowboys are always led by the tunesmith, Daniel Johan Johnson (The original Mystic Cowboy). The music genre is Dakota Folk Blues. If you enjoy Neil, Willie, Johnny, John, Roger, Alan, Merle, Jerry Jeff or Tom you'll probably enjoy the musical stylings of the Mystic Cowboys. The albums are stories of perspectives in various chunks of time. Following are the lyrics for each song in this album. **Hear the Sky Hear the sky talking thunder See the water from down under Drink the air like warm brandy Eat the future like cotton candy Treat the trees like your brothers Loan your wings to many others Sometimes submit give up your control Remember lightening runs our souls Hear the music in your silence Discover weakness in your violence Examine everything with closed eyes And know the truth may sometimes appear as lies Hear the sky talking thunder **Moody Sky Going down a gravel road scaring up the roosters Ooo ooo love to watch them fly Rain fighting with the rainbow Red light at the river Ooo under a moody sky Ooo under a moody sky Like a woman crying for mama Cause her man is gone and restless Ooo ooo it's a mournful cry Time don't stop for nothing Coyotes watch it all Ooo under a moody sky Ooo under a moody sky I'm a child of windstorms I drink the rain Ooo ooo let it cry When they flood this river they bury the towns Ooo under a moody sky Under a moody sky Going down a gravel road scaring up them roosters Ooo ooo I love to watch them fly Ooo under a moody sky Ooo under a moody sky **Sweet Kiss Gimme that sweet kiss That I'm gonna miss That's wet and warm Like a log cabin in a snowstorm Let's have some red wine Take our sweet time Let the fires steam this place Feel it red hot on your face We don't have forever But I will never Forget the light In your eyes tonight Gimme that sweet kiss That I'm gonna miss That's wet and warm Like a log cabin in a snowstorm Gimme that sweet kiss That I'm gonna miss Gimme that sweet kiss That I'm gonna miss **Keep Your Soul Strong Count all the baby curls and the white snowflakes Have a small puppy, do whatever it takes Taste it like ice cream or smell it like the rain Hold it so tightly you cry out in pain Whatever you do, live life hard Play like you'll always draw the winning card Love long and never quit Keep your soul strong, that's most all of it Don't settle for walking if you want to run Stand up to a bully if it needs to be done Remember the fallen and play hard for your teams Climb all your mountains and echo all your dreams Whatever you do, live life hard Play like you'll always draw a winning card Love long and never quit Keep your soul strong, that's most all of it Keep your soul strong, that's most all of it **He Rode With Me Why do you reckon we are the way we are? Next thing I knew a deer ran in front of us We was headed straight to ditch in that speeding car He rode with me He rode with me Frank rode with me He rode with me He rode with me Frank rode with me He had a way of livin' like each day of life might be his last When you're movin' like that you're young don't even know you're runnin' fast He rode with me He rode with me Frank rode with me He rode with me He rode with me Frank rode with me Now I've picked up the paper and black and white says he's moved on I imagine a night of pitch-black darkness him cussin' the approachin' dawn But I remember ridin' into Deadwood sun coming up on the day Now when the Lord comes callin' for me you know I just want Him to say He rode with me He rode with me Dan rode with me He rode with me He rode with me Dan rode with me He rode with me He rode with me Dan rode with me **Wing and a Prayer There's frost on the windowpanes Snow blowin' under the door It's the second week in April Shouldn't be winter anymore My little bro's talkin' desperate Like he's gonna take out a bank I understand where he's comin' from Four-dollar fuel in his tank We're tryin' to fly around here On a wing and prayer My sweetheart is limpin' Oh she's got a bad wheel Got to go to six different appointments It's a medical referral deal Got two kids in college Thank God they're both tough Like to give them some spending money But around here there just ain't enough On a wing and a prayer We're just tryin' to fly around here On a wing and a prayer **Black Limousine I had a little breakdown I tossed the blues around I should have left this town A long time ago Like train-flattened penny Hell I was one of many It quit being funny A long time ago Last night I fell out of a dream Well I was ridin' in a big black limousine I can't tell you now how good I feel Well Jesus was right behind the wheel A circle is a funny fate Life don't go straight Things you've grown to hate Come back around I'm a cowboy stony I ride a Shetland pony I'm feelin' kinda phony This time around But last night I fell out of a dream I was ridin' in a big black limousine I can't tell you now how good I feel You see Jesus was right behind the wheel Jesus was right behind the wheel Jesus was right behind the wheel **Tax Day Well have your palms read Send a check to the Fed It's Tax Day It's April 15 The American Bad Dream It's Tax Day One percent of this country owns 99% of it's assets Them bastards only pay 20% of the bill The poor working class pays 80% of the taxes Send it like peasants to the kings up on capital hill So have your palms read Send a check to the Fed Hey it's Tax Day It is April 15 The American Bad Dream It's Tax Day Pay the man or you'll end in the can It's Tax Day It's April 15 The American Bad Dream It's Tax Day Oh have your palms read Send a check to the Fed Hey it's Tax Day The American Bad Dream It's Tax Day Well pay the man or you'll end in the can It's Tax Day American Dream April 15 It's Tax Day Hey man that's them callin' now Get your damn return in **Deadwood +100 Years Fat boy I forget he used to drive a red Corvette But I think he wanted to be a biker Cowboy's car was stole My fault I suppose 'Cause I picked up a hitchhiker Decent Darrel cookin' dogs The Sturgis boys are ridin' hogs Back there across from the Cripple Creek Law man layin' low Frankie I. doin' blow Pine sawdust coverin' the marijuana reek Christmas time a baby boy Frank Bloom's pride and joy When mama makes her run goin' back East A gold tooth in his mouth Boone's been drivin' South Air shocks draggin' in the Lincoln Continental beast Well bachelors with dirty clothes The houses are really closed So them boys sleep up in The White Door Miner contracts gettin' weak Music six days a week Blood in the sawdust on the floor Barrels are stowed and old blackjack tables do unfold But who the hell called in the DCI And a barn full of pretty green The law boys are gettin' mean Both Grandma Joans start to cry A shotgun rendezvous What's a runnin' back gonna do Mom and the boy stay at the doctor's house Two weeks in a bed, medicine to leave you dead Golden boy's headin' for the Big House That's Deadwood 100 years later After the big Gold Rush Well a fat boy I forget he used to drive a red Corvette I think he wanted to be a biker A fat boy I forget he used to drive a red Corvette But I think he wanted to be a biker **Pine Ridge Blues Said I ain't goin' back to Pine Ridge Ain't goin' back there anymore I ain't goin' back to Pine Ridge Ain't goin' back there anymore Tired of seein' my uncle outside that old Whiteclay liquor store I got the Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation blues Said I'm praying down on Wounded Knee Ridin' a horse to Manderson Well I'm praying down on Wounded Knee Ridin' my horse to Manderson Well I'm headin' back up to the Badlands For a three-day fast under the sun I got the Pine Ridge Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation blues He said west of Oglala Red moon cries out to me Said west of Oglala Red moon cries out to me Gonna ride like Crazy Horse on a western wind Runnin' free I got the Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation blues Wanna run like Crazy Horse on a western wind Ridin' free I got the Pine Ridge Reservation South Dakota Shannon County Pine Ridge blues I got the Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation blues I'm gonna run like Crazy Horse on a western wind Ridin' free I got the Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation blues **Tomcat Chase Swing set swinging in the park Violins after dark Parade of life has some clowns Pull smiles from sad frowns Walk on your hands if your feet are sore Ignore strange looks from next door Cottonwoods will share their wind And bring the song to you again Rabbits do not go to sleep When there are grapes to eat Moonlight shadows in their face Old tomcats that give no chase The moonlight shadows in their face Old tomcats that give no chase.

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Kunstenaar: Mystic Cowboys
Titel: Dakota Folk Blues
Genre: Blues
Kenmerken: Duplicated CD
Releasedatum: 3-6-2009
Label: CD Baby
Media-indeling: CD
UPC: 884502106893

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