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there ain’t no grave, johnnie cash


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There ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down
When I hear that trumpet sound I’m gonna rise right out of the ground
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down

Well, look way down the river, what do you think I see?
I see a band of angels and they’re coming after me
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down

Well, look down yonder Gabriel, put your feet on the land and see
But Gabriel don’t you blow your trumpet ‘til you hear it from me
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down

Well, meet me Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of the air
And if these wings don’t fail me I will meet you anywhere
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down

Well, meet me mother and father, meet me down the river road
And momma you know that I’ll be there when I check in my load
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down

the house of the rising sun

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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it’s been the ruins of many a poor boy
And god I know I’m one

My mother was a taylor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin’man
Way down in New Orleans

Know the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time you keep him satisfied
Is when he’s all a drunk

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun

I got one foot on the platform
The other on a train
And I’m goin’back to New Orleans
To swing that ball and chain

Yeah, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And its been the ruins of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m one

doble fila

quique gonzález


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Ando estos días vagabundeando
de tu mano fría hasta el final del mundo
y duermo en doble fila, vivo a todo trapo.

Esta es la vida que yo quería para mí,
pero no es la vida que tú querías para mí.

Ando estos días aterrorizado
con tus pesadillas y me estoy robando
cada día por ser cada noche más gallo.

Y esta es la vida que yo quería para mí
pero no es la vida que tú querías…

Díselo, cuéntaselo de una forma sencilla.
Seguiré aparcado en tu doble fila.