Текст песни Run The Ridges - The Kingston Trio
                                                Well, 
                                                    I 
                                                hope 
                                                to 
                                                tell 
                                                you, 
                                                Johnny, 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                lay 
                                                that 
                                                rifle 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                leave 
                                                the 
                                                noose 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                calaboose 
                                                and 
                                                headed 
                                                for 
                                                another 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                I′ve 
                                                got 
                                                your 
                                                name 
                                                in 
                                                San 
                                                Jose 
                                                and 
                                                your 
                                                picture's 
                                                there 
                                                to 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they′re 
                                                shootin' 
                                                men 
                                                in 
                                                Texas 
                                                just 
                                                because 
                                                they 
                                                look 
                                                like 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                run 
                                                the 
                                                ridges 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                green 
                                                land 
                                                Tennessee
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                hide 
                                                for 
                                                forty 
                                                years 
                                                if 
                                                that's 
                                                what′s 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Meant 
                                                to 
                                                be, 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Meant 
                                                to 
                                                be, 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be, 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Maybe 
                                                we 
                                                could 
                                                try 
                                                Mexico 
                                                and 
                                                cross 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                sand
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                they′re 
                                                guardin' 
                                                ′cross 
                                                the 
                                                border 
                                                'case 
                                                we 
                                                swim 
                                                the 
                                                Rio 
                                                Grande
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                run 
                                                the 
                                                ridges 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                green 
                                                land 
                                                Tennessee
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                hide 
                                                for 
                                                forty 
                                                years 
                                                if 
                                                that′s 
                                                what's 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Meant 
                                                to 
                                                be, 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Meant 
                                                to 
                                                be, 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be, 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                they′ll 
                                                rope 
                                                and 
                                                tie 
                                                you, 
                                                Johnny, 
                                                and 
                                                they'll 
                                                throw 
                                                you 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they'll 
                                                let 
                                                you 
                                                hang 
                                                    a 
                                                week 
                                                or 
                                                two 
                                                ′fore 
                                                they 
                                                cut 
                                                your 
                                                body 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                run 
                                                the 
                                                ridges 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                green 
                                                land 
                                                Tennessee
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                hide 
                                                for 
                                                forty 
                                                years 
                                                if 
                                                that′s 
                                                what's 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Meant 
                                                to 
                                                be, 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                run 
                                                the 
                                                ridges 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                green 
                                                land 
                                                Tennessee
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                hide 
                                                for 
                                                forty 
                                                years 
                                                if 
                                                that′s 
                                                what's 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Meant 
                                                to 
                                                be, 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Meant 
                                                to 
                                                be, 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be, 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Meant 
                                                to 
                                                be, 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be, 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Jesse James
2 Roddy McCorley (Take 1)
3 Glorious Kingdom
4 Roddy McCorley (Take 2)
5 The Whistling Gypsy
6 M.t.A. (Take 1)
7 Reuben James
8 M.t.A. (Take 2)
9 O Ken Karanga
10 Five Hundred Miles, Pt. 2
11 Karu
12 Ballad of the Shape of Things (Take 1)
13 Oh, Sail Away
14 Ballad of the Shape of Things (Take 2)
15 Don't You Weep, Mary
16 Where Have All the Flowers Gone (Take 1)
17 When My Love Was Here
18 Goin' Away for to Leave You (Take 1)
19 Take Her Out Of Pity
20 Goin' Away for to Leave You (Take 2)
21 Coming From The Mountains
22 Weeping Willow
23 Nothing More To Look Forward To
24 Water Boy
25 Where Have All the Flowers Gone, Pt. 1
26 Chilly Winds
27 Oh, Miss Mary, Pt. 1
28 Roddy McCorley
29 Five Hundred Miles, Pt. 1
30 Where Have All the Flowers Gone, Pt. 2
31 Goin' Away for to Leave You
32 Rocky (German)
33 Old Kentucky Land (German)
34 Old Joe Clark
35 Jane Jane Jane
36 One More Town
37 All the Good Times Are Past and Gone
38 Little Boy
39 Strange Day
40 She Was Too Good To Me
41 Away Rio
42 Pullin' Away
43 Brown Mountain Light
44 Portland Town
45 Darlin' Are You Dreaming
46 Tell It On The Mountain
47 O Willow Waly
48 C'mon Betty Home
49 Allentown Jail
50 To Be Redeemed
51 Genny Glenn
52 Some Fool Made A Soldier Of Me
53 Adios Farewell
54 My Lord What a Mornin'
55 The New Frontier
56 Poor Ellen Smith
57 Honey, Are You Mad At Your Man?
58 Green Grasses
59 Long Black Veil
60 Greenback Dollar
61 Dogie's Lament
62 The First Time
63 Greenback Dollar (Alt. Take)
64 Run The Ridges
65 Road to Freedom
66 Ballad of the Quiet Fighter
67 Big Ball In Town
68 One More Round
69 Oh Joe Hannah
70 Reverend Mr. Black
71 Mark Twain
72 Love Has Gone
73 River Run Down (Alt. Take)
74 Try To Remember
75 Low Bridge
76 Softly As I Leave You
77 La Bamba
78 Jackson
79 Desert Pete
80 Two-Ten, Six-Eighteen (Doesn't Anybody Know My Name)
81 Blowin' In The Wind
82 Rider
83 Those Who Are Wise
84 Goo Ga Gee
85 Ballad of the Thresher
86 Sing Out
87 Marcelle Vahine
88 Those Brown Eyes
89 Ally Ally Oxen Free
90 Hobo's Lullaby
91 Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream - Remastered
92 Deportee
93 Turn Around
94 No One To Talk My Troubles To
95 Coal Tatoo
96 These Seven Men
97 Song For A Friend
98 If You Don't Look Around
99 The Patriot Game
100 Seasons In the Sun
101 Little Light (Take 1)
102 Little Light (Take 2)
103 Coplas Revisited (Take 1)
104 Coplas Revisited (Take 2)
105 Chilly Winds (Take 1)
106 Chilly Winds (Take 2)
107 Oh, Miss Mary, Pt. 2
108 Laredo?
109 O Ken Karanga (Take 1)
110 O Ken Karanga (Take 2)
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