Текст песни Smoky Mountain Rag - Roy Acuff
Return
to
a
land
called
paraiso,
A
place
where
a
dying
river
ends.
No
birds
there
fly
over
paraiso,
No
space
allows
them
to
endure.
The
smoke
that
screens
the
air,
The
grass
that's
never
there.
And
if
i
could
see
a
single
bird,
what
a
joy.
I
try
to
write
some
words
and
create
A
simple
song
to
be
heard
By
the
rest
of
the
world.
I
live
in
this
land
called
paraiso,
In
a
house
made
of
cardboard
floors
and
walls.
I
learned
to
be
free
in
paraiso,
Free
to
claim
anything
i
see.
Matching
rags
for
my
clothes,
Plastic
bags
for
the
cold.
And
if
empty
cans
were
all
i
have,
what
a
joy.
I
never
fight
to
take
someone
Else's
coins
and
live
with
fear
Like
the
rest
of
the
boys.
Paraiso,
help
me
make
a
stand.
Paraiso,
take
me
by
the
hand
Paraiso,
make
the
world
understand
That
if
i
could
see
a
single
bird,
what
a
joy.
This
tired
and
hungry
land
could
expect
Some
truth
and
hope
and
respect
From
the
rest
of
the
world.
1 The Prodigal Son - Original
2 Steamboat Whistle Blues
3 Steel Guitar Blues
4 Shout, Oh Lulu
5 Smoky Mountain Rag
6 That Beautiful Picture
7 Stuck Up Blues
8 Tennessee Central
9 There S a Big Rock In the Road
10 The Midnight Train
11 Tennessee Waltz
12 Smoky Mountain Rag (Alternate)
13 The Day They Laid Mary Away
14 The Streamlined Cannon Ball
15 The Precious Jewel
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