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Ahoy!
00:48
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Captain Barnacle Drake
01:50
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There was a sailor on the open sea
He sailed the ocean breeze
Pillaging every town in his sight
His might was one big blight
Man with a heart of pure gold
He was a man for sure
Searching for the treasure in his life
A women forged of the fires of the light
He hears about a land of where she lives
But he must cross the desolate sea
Where whispers of sirens may be
Boys, get ready
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3. |
Message in a Bottle
02:20
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I woke up in the dark blue sea
The last thing I saw, was all the trees
They got me workin' on the ragin' sea
This is the last place, I'd rather be
Through the Portland tunnels, I was taken away
To the boundless high sea where I'm forced to stay
Working on this pirate ship, in a world unknown
Trapped on this deck while the wild waves roam
As the years roll on and my memories fade
I'll dream of my home in the quietest shade
I write this song, in hopes it's found
Send it to my homestead, tell 'em I won't be found
Corvallis 1897 J H
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4. |
Dusty Trails
03:08
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Laws on the roam, not knowing where to go
Horses on the run, they're running towards the sun
Here on this day, there's dusty trails
Here on this day, there's dusty trails ahead
Wanted posters all around and chaos in every town
The dust's in the wind and the Sheriff's not far off your trail
Here on this day, there's dusty trails
Here on this day, there's dusty trails ahead
To the badlands we go, we are running from the guns
We're labeled outlaws, though nothing we have done
Here on this day, there's dusty trails
Here on this day, there's dusty trails ahead
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Bounty Hunter
02:22
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Load 'em up, ride 'em in
Another bandit on the run
Loaded up my six guns
Riding 'em out
For a few more dollars, we ride
Hang 'em up high!
Dead or alive, the
Law pays either way
The fastest guns around?
Not fast enough
For a few more dollars, we ride
Hang 'em up high!
Well, it's the bad bunches gang
Better go the other way
For if you ride
You must pay
For a few more dollars, we ride
Hang 'em up high!
Well the bounty hunter's way
Keeping the frontier tame
Law and order
Might as well get paid
For a few more dollars, we ride
Hang 'em up high!
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JJ Haaga Bend, Oregon
Singer/Songwriter creating, producing and performing music.
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