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Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up
Over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire

Grandpa's Jam

Kid Rock

Sweet Southern Sugar

2017

swing time
Shit I'm a little smarter than your average man
Moonshine, new time, red wine
I rock harder than your memaw's chair

They call me ridge

implacable rocks that form our
Mountain ridges are
Being crushed and folded by forces
Which will take millions of years to
Shape them these are the forces
This

The Ghost of Tom Joad

Bob Dylan

The People Speak

2009

Men walking 'long the railroad tracks
Going someplace, there's no going back
Highway patrol choppers coming up over the ridge
Hot soup

The Ghost of Tom Joad

Bruce Springsteen

Cirkus Night

Men walking 'long the railroad tracks
Going someplace, there's no going back
Highway patrol choppers coming up over the ridge
Hot soup

of a seafarer
Cradled skyward upon a ridge
Has spoken of my mountains
With an incredible voice
Passing ghosts from the rocks
To my dreams

Hear now, Great Mother

Walk down to the harbour
Take a left before the bridge
Pass along the tower
Climb up to the ridge

Then turn right at the rambler
Tell him I said

Upon the ridge where we have sweetly sat
Where we have sweetly sat, there moved a rock
A stone, a hedge, a river crossed, a turn
A tumult placed. My

rescue
Be to me a Rock of refuge,
a stronghold where I can be safe You’re my high ridge and my fortress
Answer me, my strengths are leaving Do not hide

Tennessee Mountain Top

Kid Rock

Sweet Southern Sugar

2017

so alive
Until I spent six hours on the 405
In a jacked up rocky ridge straight rollin' coal
But then I, I turned up the radio
And hear a bunch

Last evening the moon rose above this rock
Impure upon a world unpurged
The man and his companion stopped
To rest before the heroic height

Coldly

Snow covered tress
And the rocks and the mountains
And the ice and cold
Chills my soul

Trek from the east to west
On the path through the mountains

On the Edge of a Cliff

The Streets

Everything Is Borrowed

2008

I'm really okay, thanks
There's nothing to witness
I said as I looked back from the edge of a cliff
The old man looking down bent over the ridge

Reminds me of a place
Where I fell asleep among the rocks
And waited for the rain
I've lived on that ridge there
The hillside borrowed me
I've been in that

Waves crashing on the rocks
I don't know if it can stop
But I need it to stop

Do you know if this dream has a shadow
And here's me still hoping it'll

Of newborn rocks

The rocks rolled backward on the waves
And the sea filled
With Protozoans
Each bearing the witness of Joan Miro

The fires of pre-Cambrian

for the Rock Island Line
And I swear he made that Gibson
Sound like a locomotive every time

And he'd sing me to sleep
Drift out like a ghost through my

Hello?
What's good with you yo?
They said they want the old Ridge back?
What you mean they want the old Ridge back?
The 'You Should Know' Ridge back?

Rock-a-bye, baby, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock

In the pleasant little Crescent
In the calm Cul-de-sac
In the Gardens

swing
Come on and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring

Now the levee wall was breaking, rocks were rolling from the ridge
The announcer

the limits upon the rocks
Fly above all that's cruel
We're explorers, no longer fools
Flight in our hands
To the shores of foreign lands
Atop great ridges we

I was stationed at copton ridge
Many miles from anyone back in 61
And I wouldn't
Likely see
Anyone before the falling leaves
One night in
High

I was stationed at copton ridge
Many miles from anyone back in 61

And I wouldn't
Likely see
Anyone before the falling leaves
One night in
High

You're a lea of greensward
A rock of moss
A weathered shipwreck
And a pilgrim's cross
Your nameless peaks look down the ridges
Your waters threaten