Search results for untitled track by mountain

We've found 169 lyrics, 72 artists, and 100 albums matching untitled track by mountain:



The railroad tracks

Hey three for a quarter
One for a dime
I'll bet it's tomorrow
By Rocky Mountain Time

I walked in the restaurant
For something to do
(Originally recorded by Budgie)

Look inside and you will see
The words are cutting deep inside my brain
Thunder burning, quickly burning
Knife
track and I'm way down
This grip is not what it seems

I can wait where the mountain is high
I can tell by the look in his eye

I can wait where
overflow
With the beauty of the days gone by

The mountain glen
Where we used to roam
The gardens there
By the railroad track
Oh my memory it does not
And the missionary mystic of peace/love
Stumbled to cry among the clouds
Kicking back the pebbles
From the freecloud mountain track
by the Rio Grande

An unbroken chain snow and tears and rain
Cutting through my soul and to my veins
Then the waters rise paint the Rocky Mountain
drinkin' lappin' water like a dog
Tiger Whitehead's in the bed sleepin' like a log
Tomorrow he'll see bear tracks seven intches wide
And by sundown he'll be
Go tell it on the mountain
Like it burst forth like a fountain
Try to shake the deep foundations of this land
High up on lover's land
They got
the train an' not come back 
Instead of that I'm sitting by the railroad track, 
Watchin' the trains go by, watchin' the trains go by! 

There's a choo choo
Goodbye cowgirl the trail ends here
Goodbye cowgirl the tracks of all the dreams that we were chasin' disappear
We take different trails I prefer
Three in the front, got three in the back
Side by side headin' down to the track
Kentucky green from a hand to hand
What do you mean you don't
She had a drive-by childhood
A plastic Jesus on her chest
A mean mean girl
With a certain snake allure
A heart like 16 midnights
And a surgical
miners an' the mail

Up the side a' Sunshine Mountain
By internal gas combustion
Eight Pierce-Arrow pistons pullin'
Fifteen thousand pounds a' lead
a tree you shall be
You'll be fed by the mountains, fed by the streams

(Set a sail) Set a sail for paradise (We'll leave in the morning)
(Set a sail)
Time: 1:48 beach bum music bmi
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios
Brian
When I was a boy in the days of the train
I'd sit by the tracks on a long summer day
And I'd wave at the brakesman
And he'd wave back at me
While
nazidogs fell by your gun

Fell by your gun, yes,
Fell by your gun
For more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun

In your mountains and canyons
I love to go a-wandering,
Along the mountain track,
And as I go, I love to sing,
My knapsack on my back.

Val-deri,Val-dera,
Val-deri,
Naked in midwinter magic
Lies an angel in the snow
The frozen figure crossed by tracks of wolves
An encounter symbolic yet truthful
With a hungry
ride no more
Then I'll wait by the track for a slow movin' freight and watch for an open door
I ain't never found a mountain...
Then she'll find me in my
may be pitted and the climb steep
And the mountains soaring and the valleys deep
But I'm driven by a memory of way-back-when
That says I'm never
The kid that drove, drove
All night long
Piled high, and smoking the stuff of dreams
Like love
So he lost his way
Down by the tracks
All gone
Red streamliner rolling 
Rollin' down the track the things you see 
With your wheels in motion through desert, mountain, ocean 
I hear you every
When I get off of this mountain
You know where I want to go
Straight down the Mississippi river
To the Gulf of Mexico

To Lake Charles,
And if they had we'd never have
These lovely mountain songs

'Moon Of Alabama' is my favorite country tune
It's got lyrics by a communist and music by