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The Wanderer
02:26
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On a lonely dusty trail
Walks a lonely broken soul
He’s so far from home
But there’s nowhere left to go
The wanderer
Oooh woah
The wanderer
He searches for the light
Shinning through the stormy night
His hope grows weak and frail
On the lonely dusty trail
The wanderer
Oooh woah
The wanderer
His tears fall like the rain
On the wind-swept dusty plains
He knows one day he’ll find her
He’ll no longer be The Wanderer
The wanderer
Oooh woah
The wanderer
Oooh woah
The wanderer
Oooh woah
The wanderer
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Well he rode into town on his Appaloosa
Dressed all in black guitar on his back
Locked all the doors
Hid in the church’s steeple
They didn’t know the stranger didn’t hurt good people
Well The Stranger came to town
The Preacher tried to shoot him down
For living outside of the law
Stranger didn’t mind
These things happened all the time
He’d long ago lost his faith in God
He’d long ago lost his faith in God
Well The Stranger used to live a quiet life
Working on the land with his loving wife
Outlaws came around burned his life down to the ground
Now he searches for revenge as he goes from town to town
The Stranger came to town
The Preacher tried to shoot him down
For living outside of the law
Stranger didn’t mind
These things happened all the time
He’d long ago lost his faith in God
He’d long ago lost his faith in God
Well he rode into town on his Appaloosa
Dressed all in black guitar on his back
Locked all the doors
Hid in the church’s steeple
They didn’t know the stranger didn’t hurt good people
Well The Stranger came to town
The Preacher tried to shoot him down
For living outside of the law
Stranger didn’t mind
These things happened all the time
He’d long ago lost his faith in God
He’d long ago lost his faith in God
He’d long ago lost his faith in God
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She Had to Fly
03:29
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Now did the angels sing
On the night she got her wings
Or did the angels cry
On the night she had to fly
Away on angel’s wings
Now did the church bells ring
Or did the angels bring her to the edge
The edge of Heaven’s gates
On the night she had to fly
Away on angel’s wings
That life was long ago
His memories begin to fade
For so long he has roamed
He’s forgotten how to get back home again
Well he once was whole
But that night he lost his soul
He let out a mighty yell
On the night she had to fly
Away on angel’s wings
Well he hit the open trail
With a one-way ticket down to hell
He’s searching for his revenge
Until his days do end
That life was long ago
His memories begin to fade
For so long he has roamed
Doesn’t know how to get back home again
Now did the angels sing
On the night she got her wings
Or did the angels cry
On the night she had to fly
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Sweet Serenades
02:06
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Sweet serenades she longs for the days
Where could he be
Didn’t he see her hiding away
The day the outlaws came
She’s heard the tales
Stories of The Stranger
Could this be her love
The one she’s dreaming of
Sweet serenades she longs for the days
Of sweet serenades
Always one step behind
Maybe one day she’ll find
A new life with The Stranger
A life without danger
Sweet serenades she longs for the days
Of sweet serenades she longs for the days
Of sweet serenades she longs for the days
Of sweet serenades
Sweet serenades
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Well he died to death on a Monday
They say he woke up dead
But a broken heart must have played a part
For his love well he had hurt
His love well he had hurt
Oh his love well he had hurt
Well he died to death on a Monday
His true love came to his side
The eagles cried as he did arise
To Heaven or somewhere else
To Heaven or somewhere else
Oh to Heaven or somewhere else
Well she visits his grave every Sunday
Preacher sees her there
The eagles fly her soul lets out a cry
She knows her true love is there
She knows her true love is there
Oh she knows her true love is there
Well he died to death on a Monday
She still comes around
In her dreams at night all she hears
Are haunted cowboy sounds
Haunted cowboy sounds
Oh the haunted cowboy sounds
Oh the haunted cowboy sounds
Those haunted cowboy sounds
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If you asked well I could not say
Where my life went astray
I swept across the plains
Breaking hearts and robbing trains
Well I knew I would not grow old
But I once had a heart of gold
I once had a heart of gold
But now it burns like coal
Now it burns like coal
Now it burns like coal
I slept out under the stars
My horse and holster never far
Now I lie here alone and still
In a cemetery on Boot Hill
Well I knew I would not grow old
But I once had a heart of gold
I once had a heart of gold
But now it burns like coal
Now it burns like coal
Now it burns like coal
When it’s time to meet my maker
Take me down to the undertaker
Place a flower on the grave
For the soul that could not be saved
Place a flower on the grave
For the soul that could not be saved
This soul could not be saved
This soul could not be saved
This soul could not be saved
This soul could not be saved
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End of the Lonely Trail
01:18
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- Instrumental -
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Andrew Rodger Braeside, Ontario
Maker of sadly-optimistic Canadian indie folk music, 90’s style ambient electronica, outlaw country, and uplifting kids’ music.
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