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"Go Tell Cheyenne"

On a hill, by a mill,
There's a whishing well,
That's where I met an Indian girl,
With her black hair down,
Well, I tipped my hat and sort of asked the way,
Just to get a chance to say,
What a woman I've found.

But she said don't talk to me,
Go tell Cheyenne,
She said he'll do what he can,
And only time will tell,
Yes, only time will tell.

Well, I caught the twinkle in her eye,
And I know my last chance hadn't passed me by,
So I tried again,
She looked like a flower in the sun,
And her eyes would have tempted anyone,
So I asked her name.

But she said don't talk to me,
Go tell Cheyenne,
She said that he'll do what he can,
And only time will tell,
Yes, only time will tell.

Now, on a hill, by a mill,
There's a whishing well,
Her and me we go there still,
Now I understand,
I laugh and think back a long time ago,
Cheyenne was her father but I didn't know,
When he gave me her hand.

But she said don't talk to me,
Go tell Cheyenne,
Se said that he'll do what he can,
And only time will tell,
Yes, only time will tell.



"Mando Bay"

Here comes the night again,
Night that never ends,
Ain't got no friends to guide me anymore,
Believe me my arms are open wide,
I can't wait so long,
To walk on the white sand with you for evermore.

Mando Bay, Mando Bay,
Where the happy children play,
Where my heart just longs to stay,
I'm going home to Mando Bay.

One more night with you,
Paradise in blue,
We'll walk in the sand and fall in love again,
Believe me I will be right there,
With sunshine in your hair,
I'll walk on the white sand with you for evermore.

Mando Bay, Mando Bay,
Where the happy children play,
Where my heart just longs to stay,
I'm going home to Mando Bay.

Here comes the night again,
Nights that never end,
Ain't got no friends to guide me anymore,
Believe me my arms are open wide,
I can't wait so long,
To walk on the white sand with you for evermore.
"Clyde O'Riley"

Clyde O'Riley had so many virtues,
He'd have lived much longer with none,
The only good thing that ever kept him alive,
Were the visions of a man from a son,
He worked the fields all day,
Till his face turned grey,
He never had no more than ten bucks,
But his hand held the gun of a young man's gun,
And the old face smiled and said "Shucks",

You can take my cattle and sheep man,
But when you're talking about my son,
Well mister there's no use in you talking,
When you're looking down the nose of my gun.

The sheriff said "Riley, you'd better hear me first,
Did your son ever tell you a lie?
If he didn't then you know about the bullet in the back,
Of a man who didn't even know why.
You can't hold back the arm of justice,
And a bullet won't stop the law.
You can shoot down the men behind me,
But I cabled twenty more".

You can take my cattle and sheep man,
But when you're talking about my son,
You ain't no judge and jury,
And on my land condemn no one.

Well, the boy won the fight and shot ten men,
Everybody wanted that boys head,
From town to town and state to state,
How a murders reputation spread.
'Cause you can't hold back the arm of justice,
And a bullet won't stop the law,
You can shoot down the men behind me,
But I cabled twenty more.

You can take my cattle and sheep man,
But when you're talking about my son,
You ain't no judge and jury,
And on my land condemn no one.





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