By Robin Williamson
Purple clouds turn scarlet in the setting sun
Where sagebrush turns to alive oak and the white tail run
The air is cool as music »
Pacheco
American Stonehenge [Bonus Tracks]
by Robin Williamson & His Merry Band
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Mighty oaks from little acorns grow
Tall plants come from tiny seeds you sow
Low hills turn into mountains don't you realize
Big hurts came from »
Big Hurts Came from Little White Lies
The Minute You're Gone
by Sonny James
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Hangman, put that rope away
Will you give me till the break of day?
Heaven help me for the fate I chose
Down where the old oak grows
Mama met »
Where the Old Oak Grows
Situation Out of Control
by The Stone Coyotes
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lonesome valley a hangin' on a white oak tree
Hang down your head Tom Dooley »
Tom Dooley
Thereby Hangs a Tale
by Eddy Arnold
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glass misery
Abandoned boats drift by
Stillness and debris
Security light
A cheap facade
white heat, and misery
Twisted trail of fire
I'm »
Return of the Native
Offshore
by Early Day Miners
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snows in Arizona
But I'm looking out my window and it is
And I swear I can't believe my eyes to see the desert painted white
For a moment we're »
Snowfall on the Sand
Steal Another Day
by Steve Wariner
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It was a rainy night
We took a taxi to your mother's home
She went to Florida and left you
With your father's gun, alone
Upon her small white bed »
Rainy Night House
Ladies of the Canyon
by Joni Mitchell
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jackets, the bees sleep tight
And cuddle close through the chilly night,
My baby's snug in her gown of white.
The squirrel nests in a big oak tree,
He »
Autumn Lullaby
Leave Your Sleep
by Natalie Merchant
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delayed
Haven't seen them in a while
They went missing with the light
When the white oak has no answer
It turns its back on you
The maple calls »
No More
The Nature of Maps
by matt pond PA
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on a boat up the river
And the last lonely sheep has returned to the flock
As you wing over the white cliffs of Dover
There there child, there's a glint »
There There Child
The Philosopher's Stone
by Van Morrison
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on time
He turned around and said to his black greasy fireman
Just shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that white oak Mountain
You can watch »
Wreck of the Old '97
Cattle Call/Thereby Hangs a Tale
by Eddy Arnold
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here today
I am many miles away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
Where the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze »
Oklahoma Hills
Have I Stayed Away Too Long [Box Set]
by Tex Ritter
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us
And the oak and the pine and the sycamore shines
And the day spins round like a feather
And the sawmill whines and the bluebird dines
And the song »
Gypsy Forest
The Car Over the Lake Album
by Ozark Mountain Daredevils
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on time
He turned around and said to his black greasy fireman
Just shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that white oak Mountain
You can »
Wreck of the Old 97
Thereby Hangs a Tale
by Eddy Arnold
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sweet home.
No place but Texas;
My home, sweet home.
When I die I hope they bury me
By the Pedernales River, 'neath a white oak tree,
Where I can »
No Place But Texas
Texas
by Willie Nelson
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The earth may change from Summer green to Winter white
The brightest day can change into the darkest night.
A grey cloud may change a sky of blue »
Nothing Ever Changes My Love for You
This Is Nat "King" Cole
by Nat King Cole
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in white are chanting their song
To the altar of Cernunnos.
Crucified on The oak.
Oh you, God of Moon,
Sanctify this magis ritual.
In my heart there's »
The Oak
Scro Culto
by Opera IX
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born
But as I sit here today
Many mile's I am away
From the place I rode my pony
Through the draw
Where the oak and black-jack trees
Kiss »
Oklahoma Hills
Running Down the Road
by Arlo Guthrie
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here today
I am many miles away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
Where the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze »
Oklahoma Hills
Kay Starr Country
by Kay Starr
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the catfish start to bite
I see a blue sky framin' little clouds of snowy white
Missouri, I hear you callin' me
Missouri, you'll never let me be
Missouri, I »
Missouri
Have Guitar, Will Travel
by Eddy Arnold
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many miles I am away
From a place I rode my pony through the drove
Where the oak and blackjack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze
In the Oklahoma »
Oklahoma Hills
Singing Down the Lane
by Jim Reeves
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on time"
He looked round and said to his black, greasy fireman
Shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that white oak Mountain
You can watch old 97 »
Wreck of the Old 97
Great Train Songs
by Roy Acuff
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hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night »
Dark Night
The Blasters Collection
by The Blasters
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But as I sit here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
Where the oak and Blackjack trees
Kiss the playful »
Oklahoma Hills
Cheyenne Frontier Days
by Hank Thompson
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At night I heard the owls say :
"Find the truth beneath the stars
You'll have to travel back to heaths of green...
...The entrance to the oak woods »
White Willow
Heathenreel
by Elvenking
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