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16 Feb 99 - 02:05 PM (#58845) Subject: help - c'boy song From: Sheye Hello! I need help (not folkie song; my apologies). I checked Cowpie under Nelson and am batting zero. Nelson did some duets a few years back and recorded this song. Don't know the title of the song or the CD and there's a few lines I can't make out: All the old stations have been torn down, the high-flyin' trains no longer roll. (...???) And things are all changin', the world's rearranging and time that will soon be on hold. So where has a slow movin', once quick-draw outlaw got to go?... help, Sheye |
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19 Feb 99 - 03:59 PM (#59271) Subject: RE: help - c'boy song From: Joe Offer Hey, I've heard or seen this song recently, and it's gonna bug me until I find it. Can anybody help? -Joe Offer- |
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19 Feb 99 - 05:48 PM (#59289) Subject: RE: help - c'boy song From: Sheye Next verse contains: The whiskey that once settled the dust and tasted so fine now tastes of pain. And the mem'ries it once blotted out come back stronger and more clearly with each drink he takes. And the women who warmed him, he once thought so pretty, now are haggared and old...... |
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03 Jan 11 - 11:51 AM (#3066287) Subject: Lyr Add: SLOW MOVIN' OUTLAW (Dee Moeller) From: Jim Dixon The song is SLOW MOVIN' OUTLAW, written by Dee Moeller, first recorded by Waylon Jennings on his album "This Time" (1974), later recorded by Billie Jo Spears on her album "Love Ain't Gonna Wait for Us" (1978), also recorded as a duet by Willie Nelson and Lacy J. Dalton for the album "Half Nelson" (1985). I found these lyrics online, then compared them with Jennings' recording at YouTube and made a few corrections. Boy, this is one of the saddest songs I've ever heard. It affects me more than your standard tear-jerker that is so over-the-top you can't take it seriously. SLOW MOVIN' OUTLAW Dee Moeller As sung by Waylon Jennings All the old stations are being torn down, and the high-flying trains no longer roar. The floors are all sagging with boards that are suffering from not being used anymore. Things are all changing; the world's rearranging a time that will soon be no more. Where has a slow-movin' once quick-draw outlaw got to go? The whiskey that once settled the dust, and tasted so fine, now tastes of pain, And the mem'ries it once blotted out come back stronger, more clearly with each drink you take. The women that warmed you, once thought so pretty, now look haggard and old. Where has a slow-movin' once quick-draw outlaw got to go? The land where I travel, once fashioned with beauty, now stands with scars on her face. The wide-open spaces are closing in quickly from the weight of the whole human race; And it's not that I blame them for claiming her bounty; I just wish they'd taken it slow, 'Cause where has a slow-movin' once quick-draw outlaw got to go? Where has a slow-movin' once quick-draw outlaw got to go? |