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Over Yonder
03:21
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Do you think the world is fair?
Greedy lawyers get their share
Wealthy heirs enjoy their loots
Hungry peasants sell their boots
Do you ponder? Do you ponder? Do you ponder?
Now that cars can run on corn
Cows are not allowed their horns
Poor kids wish they were not born
Don’t you sometimes feel forlorn?
Do you wonder? Do you wonder? Do you wonder? Do you wonder?
Many people fall for cheats
Scapegoats get their beats
Future’s now a common dread
Aren’t there better times ahead?
Over yonder, over yonder, over yonder
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2. |
Baggage Belt Blues
04:02
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Baggage Belt Blues
Flew in from New York City, right from JFK
Had some hot stuff with me for my holiday
Want to leave the airport, that’s the way I felt
Collect the things awaiting at the baggage belt
No baggage there, I think I need some booze
No baggage there, got the baggage belt blues
Everyone picked a bag, mine did not arrive
Got no shirts, no pants, got no pocket knife
No baggage there, ain’t got no shoes
No baggage there, that’s the baggage belt blues
My bag flies to Rio, or it goes to O’Hare
Got no shirts, no pants, got no pipe to share
No baggage there, ain’t got no shoes
No baggage there, that’s the baggage belt blues
Asked the guy at the counter where my stuff might be
Saw the police coming, guessed they found my weed
They busted me, they gave me no booze
Now I’m all fucked up, got the baggage belt blues
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3. |
Still The Grass Is Green
02:55
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The world outside my window
Looks innocent and clean
The sun, the clouds, the blossoms
Nothing mean
There’s a creepy feeling spreading
Unlike anything we’ve seen
We’re together, we’re divided
Still the grass is green
Still the grass is green
It isn’t just a dream
Fear of illness all around us
The virus taking names
Gets some rich, gets the poor
Can foul us all the same
It’s a creepy feeling spreading
That’s a world we haven’t seen
We’re together, we’re divided
Still the grass is green
Still the grass is green
It isn’t just a dream
The world outside my window
Looks innocent and clean
The sun, the clouds, the blossoms
Still the grass is green
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4. |
Clock With No Haneds
03:31
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Two lovers sit in their favorite bar
So silent, just dreaming, and far
Out in their minds so bizarre
Time drops like notes from his guitar
And the clock with no hands
Spins round and shows no time
And the clock with no hands
Spins round …
Daydreams, not much to do
Time slips unnoticed, there’s nothing new
They need no talking, these two
Rain falls outside, smoke floating blue
And the clock with no hands…
It didn’t last
He went so fast
Nostalgic dreams remain
Of lovers who sat in their favorite bar
Of lovers who sat in their favorite bar
Of lovers
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5. |
Brown River Country
04:17
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Where the woods roll out
And the sky hangs low
I met my girl
In the evening glow
We found a place
Where the poppies grow
There we laid our heads
Near the river flow
This is the brown river country
Where the hills roll out to nowhere
The grass is green in the courtyards
The hawk flies high up in the air
The wheat stood high
First the sky was blue
Then the rain fell hard
We were only two
This is the brown river country
Where the hills roll out to nowhere
The grass is green in the courtyards
The hawk flies high up in the air
The river’s slow
But we had to go
We’ll be back again
In a month or so
This is the brown river country
Where the hills roll out to nowhere
The grass is green in the courtyards
The hawk flies high up in the air
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6. |
Arizona Days (Flagstaff)
03:35
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It’s a rainy day in Flagstaff
Almost nothing I can do
But I got my old guitar here
It is shining like brand new
The trucks blaze through this country
Got nothing else to do
The motel I’ve just checked in
Got a heater and a loo
I came driving up that highway
To see some Arizona views
Left my girl back in old Europe
To have some Arizona days
The rocks are red down in Sedona
As they are supposed to be
But the dust is rather slimy
Rainy curtains hide the creek
Dairy Queen did serve some breakfast
Coffee weaker than my tea
Got some Bud Light for my headache
Let the TV shine light on me
I came driving up that highway
To see some Arizona views
Left my girl back in old Europe
To have some Arizona days
It’s a rainy day in Flagstaff
Almost nothing I can do
But I got my old guitar here
It is shining like brand new
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Doc Dooley & Friends Maria Anzbach, Austria
Doc Dooley a.k.a. Helmut Haberl is an Austrian songwriter, singer and guitar player. He plays acoustic Blues, Folk, Country & Americana. He also performs with the rock band Herbstzucker.
More info: www.docdooley.at
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Austrian rock band for which Doc Dooley writes songs, plays guitar, and sings
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