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Kris Kristofferson The Essential

I was runnin' thru the summer rain, try'n' to catch that evenin' train And kill the old familiar pain weavin' thru my tangled brain When I tipped my

The clubs are all closed and the ladies are leaving, There?s nobody nobody knows on the street; A few stranded souls standing cold at the station, An

I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed

I dig Bobby Dylan and I dig Johnny Cash And I think Waylon Jennings is a table thumpin' smash And hearin' Joni Mitchell feels as good as smokin' grass

He's a giver, he'll give her the kind of attention that she's never known He's a helper, he'll help her to open the doors that she can't on her own He

I've come from just the other side of no-where, To this big time lonesome town. They got a lotta ice an' snow here, Half as cold as all the people

See the ruin on the hill, where the smoke is hanging still, Like an echo of an age long forgotten. There's a story of a home crushed beneath those blackened

Don't look so sad, I know it's over. But life goes on, and this old world will keep on turning. Let's just be glad we had some time to spend together

Billy Dee was seventeen when he turned twenty-one Fooling with some foolish things he could've left alone But he had to try to satisfy a thirst he couldn