The crowded streets of Brooklyn Seem a long way from my home People rushing onwards Going to and coming from You bid them time of day and They look the other way And so you end up just like them And talk to no one
Where the grass is fresh and green Where the air is pure and clean Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams Although I’ve travelled far The hills of south Armagh Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams
The view from my apartment Is a junkie’s alley way My children speak in accents Not like mine My old man’s working two jobs We don’t see him much these days Oh, we’d be happy If we only had the time
I hear the hills are occupied by strangers now And the work keeps getting scarcer every day Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced from home To leave the ones you love Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced to live this way
In this proud land we grew up strong We were wanted all along I was taught to fight, taught to win I never thought I could fail
No fight left or so it seems I am a man whose dreams have all deserted I’ve changed my face, I’ve changed my name But no one wants you when you lose
Don’t give up ‘Cause you have friends Don’t give up You’re not beaten yet Don’t give up I know you can make it good
Though I saw it all around Never thought I could be affected Thought that we’d be last to go It is so strange the way things turn
Drove the night toward my home The place that I was born, on the lakeside As daylight broke, I saw the earth The trees had burned down to the ground
Don’t give up You still have us Don’t give up We don’t need much of anything Don’t give up ‘Cause somewhere there’s a place Where we belong
Rest your head You worry too much It’s going to be alright When times get rough You can fall back on us Don’t give up Please don’t give up
Got to walk out of here I can’t take anymore Gonna stand on that bridge Keep my eyes down below Whatever may come And whatever may go That river’s flowing That river’s flowing
Moved on to another town Tried hard to settle down For every job, so many men So many men no-one needs
Don’t give up ‘Cause you have friends Don’t give up You’re not the only one Don’t give up No reason to be ashamed Don’t give up You still have us Don’t give up now We’re proud of who you are Don’t give up You know it’s never been easy Don’t give up ‘Cause I believe there’s a place There’s a place where we belong
2,634,380 views Dec 17, 2015 #TrishaYearwood#CountryClassic#RonjasCountryMusicCracker Barrel Country Songs Of The Year Concert 2006 Lyrics：John Denver Music：John Denver “Back Home Again” is the title of a popular song written and performed by the American singer-songwriter John Denver. Released as a single from his album of the same name in 1974, “Back Home Again” peaked at number five on the Billboard Hot 100 chart[2] in November of that year; it was Denver’s fifth Top 10 hit on the pop chart. “Back Home Again” topped the adult contemporary chart for two weeks. The single was the first of three number ones on the country music chart where it stayed for a single week.[3] The single was certified a gold record by the RIAA. The song won a CMA Award for Denver in 1975 in the category “Song of the Year”; he was also named “Entertainer of the Year” at the same ceremony, prompting country pop singer Charlie Rich to light the envelope on fire after reading that Denver had won—in an apparent insult to Denver’s musical style and image. *** Trisha Yearwood (born Patricia Lynn Yearwood; September 19, 1964)[2] is an American country music artist, actress, author, television personality and celebrity chef. She rose to fame with her 1991 debut single “She’s in Love with the Boy”, which became a number 1 hit on the Billboard country singles chart. Its corresponding self-titled debut album would sell over 2 million copies. Yearwood continued a series of major country hits during the early 1990s including, “Walkaway Joe” (1992), “The Song Remembers When” (1993), “XXX’s and OOO’s (An American Girl)” (1994) and “Believe Me Baby (I Lied)” (1996). #TrishaYearwood#BackHomeAgain#HonkyTonk#CountryClassic#RonjasCountryMusic#CountryMusic#GuriMalla2010
[Verse 1] Hold onto love That is what I do Now that I’ve found you And from above Everything’s stinking They’re not around you
[Pre-Chorus] And in the night I could be helpless I could be lonely Sleeping without you And in the day Everything’s complex There’s nothing simple When I’m not around you
[Chorus] But I miss you when you’re gone That is what I do Hey, baby And it’s going to carry on That is what I knew Hey, baby
Do-be-da, do-be-da Do-be-da, do-be-da
[Verse 2] Hold onto my hands I feel I’m sinking Sinking without you And to my mind Everything’s stinking Stinking without you
[Pre-Chorus] And in the night I could be helpless I could be lonely Sleeping without you And in the day Everything’s complex There’s nothing simple When I’m not around you
[Chorus] And miss you when you’re gone That is what I do Hey, baby And it’s going to carry on That is what I knew Hey, baby
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915, my country said “son It’s time you stopped rambling, there’s work to be done” So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun And they marched me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda As the ship pulled away from the quay And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day How our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he’d primed himself well He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell And in five minutes flat, he’d blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again
And those that were left, well we tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death and fire And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive Though around me the corpses piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head And when I woke up in me hospital bed And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead Never knew there was worse things than dyin’
For I’ll go no more waltzing Matilda All around the green bush far and free To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place where me legs used to be And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve, to mourn, and to pity
But the band played Waltzing Matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared Then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch And I watch the parades pass before me And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Reviving old dreams of past glories And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore They’re tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask, “what are they marching for?” And I ask myself the same question
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda And the old men still answer the call But as year follows year, more old men disappear Someday no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard As they march by that billabong Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
I know what she’s like She’s out of her mind And wraps herself around the truth She’ll jump on that flight and meet you that night And make you tear up the room
Yeah, she loves when everybody’s watching She knows the way her body moves She loves the way they all crawl back when she says That she loves nobody else but you
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming) She’s on the loose (she’s coming) She’s coming for you She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming) She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming for you)
She’ll dance in the dark A real work of art Her eyes could burn down the room So get out while you can You don’t understand She doesn’t know how to lose
Yeah, she loves when everybody’s watching She knows the way her body moves She loves the way they all crawl back when she says That she loves nobody else but you
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming) She’s on the loose (she’s coming) She’s coming for you She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming) She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming for you)
She’ll run with your mind and pull you in tight Then trade you in for something new I know what it’s like, I fell for it twice And now I’m just warning you
She loves when everybody’s watching She knows the way her body moves She loves the way they all crawl back when she says That she loves nobody else but you
She loves when everybody’s watching She knows the way her body moves She loves the way they all crawl back when she says That she loves nobody else but you
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming) She’s on the loose (she’s coming) She’s coming for you She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming) She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming for you)
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915, my country said “son It’s time you stopped rambling, there’s work to be done” So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun And they marched me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda As the ship pulled away from the quay And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day How our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he’d primed himself well He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell And in five minutes flat, he’d blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again
And those that were left, well we tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death and fire And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive Though around me the corpses piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head And when I woke up in me hospital bed And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead Never knew there was worse things than dyin’
For I’ll go no more waltzing Matilda All around the green bush far and free To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place where me legs used to be And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve, to mourn, and to pity
But the band played Waltzing Matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared Then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch And I watch the parades pass before me And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Reviving old dreams of past glories And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore They’re tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask, “what are they marching for?” And I ask myself the same question
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda And the old men still answer the call But as year follows year, more old men disappear Someday no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard As they march by that billabong Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
