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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:09.68]When the moon carves a trail
[00:12.12]Down the pine bearded hills
[00:14.47]And a ghost wind hollers to the early morn
[00:19.30]And the starlings return to
[00:21.81]The old sugar mill
[00:24.50]Stealing their corn from the grower's field
[00:29.12]Oh I'll be no more
[00:38.61]When we've covered our hands
[00:40.98]In the bone white clay
[00:43.40]And we've shaken the dust
[00:45.52]From every boot and spur
[00:48.10]We have counted our days
[00:50.61]In planks and rails
[00:52.91]We have kept our spirits
[00:55.41]In the dancing halls
[00:57.78]Oh I'll be no more
[01:17.04]When a cold corner stage in
[01:19.84]The back of the room
[01:22.09]Holds a house band carrying an orphan tune
[01:26.74]I would swing I would sway
[01:29.39]I would pull my hips
[01:31.92]To the sad chorus playing on the overheads
[01:36.80]Oh I'll be no more
[01:46.25]Oh I'll be no more
[01:56.89]Still to this day
[01:58.71]I can hear the whistle blow
[02:01.26]I can smell the sage burn
[02:04.46]I may be as old and stubborn as a pine
[02:09.18]But I am just as wild as the young
[02:45.84]When a ribbon is curved round
[02:48.56]The blue shadowed hills
[02:50.69]And the hot steel is humming
[02:53.12]Down the Union Line
[02:55.96]Whip thin hickory black tap tapping
[03:00.30]Our sad faced chatter into rhythm and rhyme
[03:05.18]Oh I'll be no more
[03:14.80]Oh I'll be no more
