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River Valley Dreaming
04:22
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The River Valley Express – Clelia Adams/Ray Essery
the sun is rising slowly over Byron Bay
the lighthouse has gone to sleep,
and dolphins start to play
coming over St Helena down the winding bends
the river valley rattler is on the rails again
travellers come pouring in, chasin’ sun and sand
the train to Byron’s full of women huntin’ for a man
dreams of surfi ng stacked in every corner of the train
this sunny piece of paradise brings them back again
hear that whistle blowing, steaming round the bend
the river valley trains are on the rails again
Mullumbimby, Billinudgel, Stokers Siding too
Murwillumbah to Coolangatta, the rattler’s coming through
the hippies out in Nimbin have got the winter blues
bags packed to the max with nothing to lose
head on down to Lismore, & jump the old red train
destination any beach to feel the sun again
coastal folk are heading out to Casino show
rainbow farmers doing business down in Bangalow
schoolies raising hell, down back of the train
over bridges, through the valleys and back home again
hear that whistle blowing, steaming round the bend
the river valley trains on are on the rails again
Mullumbimby, Billinudgel, Stokers Siding too
Murwillumbah to Coolangatta, the rattlers coming through
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Baby We’re Really In Love – Hank Williams
Acuff Rose Music Inc/Hiriam Music (BMI)
If you’re lovin’, me, like I’m lovin’ you,
baby we’re really in love
If you’re happy with me, like I’m happy with you
Oh cupid, just give us a shove
If you’re thinkin’ of me, like I’m thinkin’ of you
Then I know what you’re thinkin’ of,
If you’re lovin’, me like I’m lovin’ you,
baby we’re really in love
I run around in circles, & turnin’ fire alarms
I’m nutty as a fruitcake, when you’re not in my arms
If you’re meant for me, like I’m meant for you,
baby we fi t like a glove
If you’re lovin,’ me, like I’m lovin’ you,
baby we’re really in love
If you’re lovin’, me like I’m lovin’ you,
baby we’re really in love
If you’re countin’ on me, like I’m countin’ on you
Oh cupid, just give us a shove
If you’re dreaming of me, like I’m dreaming of you
Then I know what you’re dreaming of,
If you’re lovin’, me like I’m lovin’ you,
baby we’re really in love
Now folks think I’ve gone crazy, & I don’t feel too sure
& yet there’s nothing wrong with me,
that wedding bells won’t cure
If you go for me, like I go for you,
baby we fi t like a glove
If you’re lovin’, me like I’m lovin’ you,
baby we’re really in love
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The Italian Cowgirl
03:55
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The Italian Cowgirl – Clelia Adams & Ray Essary
I don’t need to sing opera, don’t fancy life in Rome
Florence or Venice, or a Riviera home
Milan still has my number, it’s all about those shoes
this land is in my blood, I don’t have to choose
stories of the wild outback always fascinated me
the billabongs will have to wait, there’s lasagna for tea
if bush tuckers all they got, sorry Slim, I must decline
mum’s bolognaise in the pot, so thanks, but I’ll be fine
a cowgirl heart is a state of mind, I’m not alone
down city lanes & dusty plains, with music in our bones
riding on the wheels of love, in my Italian shoes
underneath the Southern Cross, singing my cowgirl blues
it took a while to reconcile where it was I’d land
cos rock and roll & hillbilly soul, go hand in hand
at our family celebrations, we’ll sample home-made wines
and host our own spaghetti western out beneath the vines
give me pizza and pasta & my swank Italian shoes,
roamin’ around, singing my country blues
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Rainbird Yodel
03:55
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Rainbird Yodel – Clelia Adams
It’s been raining forever, but I’m not feeling down
cos I know what’ll happen when the season comes round butcherbirds, maggies & currawongs too
arrive on my verandah to shelter and coo
they go, look at me I’m so pretty (yodel),
singing my ditty (yodel)
I can sing louder than any of you (yodel),
and we can harmonize too
companions together on the rail side by side
shaking little wet wings with eyes to the skies
the valley rings out with birdsong so fine
my heart skips a beat at the sounds so sublime
I get out my guitar and play some old song
my black and white choir is yodelling along
the rain can keep falling, I don’t give a damn
mother nature is shining right here where I am
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Peel Street Busker’s Lament
control/copyright Sarah Carroll/Andrew Hull
he was the first beat in the last bar,
I was living on middle C
he had rhythm and rhyme, kept good time,
but he played in a different key
oh what went wrong with our country song,
the one we used to play
meet me on the offbeat, I’m a semi-tone away
well he came home with some new melody,
that he picked up off the street
he was taking notes on her squeezebox,
and sleeping in her cheap sheets
now its getting late in the middle eight,
and that tune won’t go away
meet me on the offbeat, I’m a semi tone away
just a semi-tone away but our song was bound to fail
he hit the charts, broke my heart,
now we’re right off the scales
now it’s a lonesome place to be,
back here on middle C
so if you’re sliding by, give me a try,
we could make some harmony
I’m an old acoustic picker ready to plug into your pa
meet me on the offbeat, I’m a semi-tone away
meet me on the offbeat, I’m a semi-tone away
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Down The Line
02:40
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Down The Line – Clelia Adams
the winds of change have blown to town,
what’s been around keeps doing the rounds,
the pendulum swings from side to side
who knows what’s coming on down the line
sometimes you get way too much,
of crazy people’s messed up stuff
sometimes you’ll fi nd you lose your mind,
then fi nd it further on down the line
so bring on some good news,
don’t want to hear no worn out blues,
time to leave it all behind,
a better life is waiting on down the line
a better life is waiting on down the line
you give your all to the one you love,
his name shines in the stars above
time moves on and then you find,
he’s taken it further on down the line
take the chance and you will learn,
which bridge to cross and which to burn
your destiny is yours to find,
it’s all there waiting on down the line
so bring on the good news,
don’t play me no sad old blues
time to leave it all behind,
a better life is waiting on down the line
a better life is waiting on down the line
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My Baby’s Love - Jessie’s Song (clelia adams)
another sleepless night, downhearted and alone
a dark night of the soul, never been so low
to fill the endless hours, I turn on the radio
& find a country station
playing something that I know
in the dark a voice rang true like a beacon of light
sent from up above, to help me through the night
with gentle love and grace, she filled my every need
somehow she knew my name and divinely intervened
imagine my surprise, tears welled in my eyes
familiar as my heartbeat, I realized, it was
my baby’s love came on the radio,
pouring hope into a weary soul
her love came home to me a million fold
when my baby’s song came on the radio
I soaked up every word, deep inside my mind
that even when dreams have died,
there’s always hope to find
if mountains crumble, new songs will always rise
the wisdom of the ages lifted me so high,
when my baby’s love came on the radio
pouring hope into a weary soul
her love came home to me a million fold
when my baby’s love came on the radio
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Hometown Boogie
02:18
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Hometown Boogie – Clelia Adams
a harvest moon in a velvet sky,
friends and neighbours don’t be shy
starry heavens shine so bright,
c’mon in, we’ve got all night
time to lose those workin’ blues,
sit on down, kick off those shoes
get the barbie on, & have a good yarn
it’s the hometown boogie down on the farm
the hometown boogie, hometown boogie
baby boomers love running amok,
and won’t let the hometown boogie stop
music sparks, the place is hummin’,
smiles all round & guitar strummin’
& another little drink won’t do no harm,
at the hometown boogie down on the farm
it’s past midnight & the band’s still cooking,
with good old songs like hey good lookin',
another little drink and another little yarn
at the hometown boogie down on the farm
the hometown boogie, hometown boogie
baby boomers still kick butt
& never give the hometown boogie up
baby boomers love running amok
& won’t let the hometown boogie stop
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Golden Butterflies
03:46
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Golden Butterflies – Clelia Adams
my eyes could not believe the crush of wings in flight
swaying & flitting, in the morning light
the carefree playfulness and shimmering display
reminded me to count my blessings in every little way
clouds of golden butterflies came around to play
gleaming yellow flutterings getting in my way
they say golden butterflies
means freedom from all cares
signifying new life, bringing happiness to bear
life is such a precious gift, be thankful every day
my thoughts drift to those who chose not to stay
in this life of too much strife & all those earthly things
there’s butterflies heaven bound
with souls upon their wings
when I see a butterfly, it gladdens my heart
to know that love’s messengers still play their part
so keep your eyes open, in case they come around
let your spirit soar, at the beauty you have found
clouds of golden butterflies came around to say
don’t forget to count your blessings every single day
the gift they bring to every heart, releases all our cares
count your blessings every day
there’ll be happiness to spare
clouds of golden butterflies came around to play
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The Captain and the Gypsy – Clelia Adams
what a pair they made from the very start
they come together from worlds apart
all his years at sea had weathered him down
she came from the red dirt soils of country towns
she’d been way out west, just keeping afloat
the world was his oyster, captain of his boat
he knew in his heart she was one of a kind
she knew a gentleman was hard to find
the captain and the gypsy ignite the flame
their love for open spaces was just the same
he was her anchor, steady as a rock
she the wind in his sail, the tick of his tock
the captain and the gypsy fi re up the flame
when all was said and done, they were just the same
“it’ll never work” they both said
he needs deep still waters to soothe his head
she needs the grounding earth to ramble upon
somewhere to go and to come home from
he sailed her into peaceful waters,
she tore down walls and shifted borders
the captain and the gypsy fire up the flame
their love of open spaces was the same
he was her anchor, steady as a rock
she the wind in his sails, the tick to his tock
the captain and the gypsy fire up the flame
when all was said and done they are just the same
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Jeopardy
04:20
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Jeopardy
you can steal the soul from a crocodile,
you can charm a rattler & make him smile
even steal the sting from a bumble bee
that’s why my heart’s in jeopardy
you can steal the croak from an old bullfrog
every time he jumps, make him miss the log
you got no conscience, so you go free
all the time my heart’s in jeopardy
jeopardy, jeopardy, just gotta have you next to me
you put a voodoo hex on me,
and now my heart’s in jeopardy
hypnotized, paralyzed, now my heart’s been jeopardized,
you’re the spider, I’m the fly and I can’t be free,
I’m caught in your web of jeopardy
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Play The Song
02:57
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Play The Song – Rory Feek
(State One Songs America, ASCAP obo A Sling And A Prayer Music, ASCAP and FMGI. IMRO)
it’s too fast, it’s too slow, it’s too country, too rock & roll
it’s too happy, too sad, too short, or it’s way too long
yeah and it’s too bad they don’t just
play the song, play the song,
turn it up loud enough we can all sing along
and let the people decide if the music is right or its
wrong, man it’s a shame, instead of playing the game,
play the song, play the song
it’s too Garth, too George strait
too right down the centre, too left of the plate
the hooks too weak or the subject matter’s way too
strong, whatever, yeah and it’s too bad they don’t just
play the song, play the song,
turn it up loud enough we can all sing along
& let the people decide if the music is right or it’s wrong
man it’s a shame, instead of playing the game,
play the song, play the song
and it’s too bad, if you ask me,
our songs gotta be so darn pc, so damn pc,
play the song, play the song,
turn it up loud enough we can all sing along
& let the people decide if the music is right or it’s wrong
man it’s a shame, instead of playing the game,
play the song, play the song
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Honky Tonk Moon
02:47
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Honky Tonk Moon – Dennis O’Rourke
Copyright 1988 Warner Bros. Records Inc.
dirt road in the twilight, woods so cool & dark
up ahead pale neon, somewhere a dog barks
honky tonk moon, keeps shining on my baby & me
breaking up the pool balls, chalking up the cues
juke box pumping softly, lazy summer blues
honky tonk moon, keeps shining on my baby & me
through the blue smoky haze, all through the days
trouble seemed to melt away
my hearts on a roll, I’m easy in my soul
there’s no hurry, no worry, things are going my way
my arms around my baby, shufflin’ on the floor
cigarettes and sawdust, squeaky old screen door
honky tonk moon, keeps shining on my baby and me
outside the dark is falling, stars are winking bright
that old hoot owl is calling, everything’s alright
honky tonk moon, keeps shining on my baby and me
honky tonk moon, keep shining on my baby and me
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14. |
La Paloma
03:24
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La Paloma (the dove - traditional)
a te, nella luce calda del sole di’oro
(to you, in the warm light of the golden sun)
verra la paloma bianca del nostro amore
(will come the white dove of our love)
e tu, repetere lieto la mia conzone
(and you, gladly repeating my song)
e la verdrai posare sul tuo balcone
(will see it one day sitting on your balcony)
quella paloma bianca nel ceilo azzuro
(that white dove stretches towards the blue sky)
con tante cose scritte con un sussuro
(with so many things written to whisper)
siente a suo messaggio came al mio cuore
(listen to its message as you believe in my heart)
e la paloma bianca del nostro amore
(it’s the white dove of our love)
a te, nella luce calda del sole di’ oro
(to you, in the warm light of the golden sun)
verra la paloma bianca che parla amore
(will come the white dove that speaks of love)
e tu, repetere lieto la mia canzone
(and you, gladly repeating my song)
e la verdrai posare sul tuo balcone
(will see it one day sitting on your balcony)
se potessi anche tu, spiegar l’ali in un volo,
(if only you were able as well, to unfold your wings in flight)
e tornare al mio cuore triste e solo, per non lasciarlo pui,
(and return to my heart sad and lonely, and never leave it again)
dammi tuo amore, dammi tuo amore, dammi tuo amore
(give me your love, give me your love, give me your love)
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Clelia Adams Mullumbimby, Australia
Clelia’s evocative retro music mix has captivated the country music world. Her blend of traditional roots classic country,
western swing, honky tonk, & rockabilly is an infectious combination.
"..a major talent, on my Top 10 list of 2011’s very best albums" - Country Music People, UK
"Her finest work yet. Momentum, varied, fresh, bold, modern and traditional" - Country Jukebox Round-Up, Germany
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