Where did you come from and where did you go?
The rattlers are still and the ashes are cold.
The stage, it is empty; the Union Halls, dark.
And the lights are so bright that I can't see the stars.
Ain't no heaven and hell in the Great By-And-By
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Seattle to Spokane, Missoula to Butte:
The spare-changer's stories so boring and true.
Now the world ain't so lonesome without you around.
Hey, tell me, where can you camp where you can't hear a sound?
Ain't no heaven and hell in the Great By-And-By
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Oh, the stories we'll tell on our last and long ride
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Now that God's gone and the Devil's in a hole,
It's Aces, Straights, Flushes with Johnny and Joe.
No masters, no Yard Bulls to chase a boy down.
He's gone to where the bums go when they're run out of town.
Ain't no heaven and hell in the Great By-And-By
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Say "So Long" to the rails, from the sage to the pine,
While the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Oh, the stories we'll tell on our last and long ride
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Where do you come from and where did you go?
Mischief Brew - Nevada City Serenade Lyrics
Mischief Brew - Nevada City Serenade Lyrics
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Where did you come from and where did you go?
The rattlers are still and the ashes are cold.
The stage, it is empty; the Union Halls, dark.
And the lights are so bright that I can't see the stars.
Ain't no heaven and hell in the Great By-And-By
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Seattle to Spokane, Missoula to Butte:
The spare-changer's stories so boring and true.
Now the world ain't so lonesome without you around.
Hey, tell me, where can you camp where you can't hear a sound?
Ain't no heaven and hell in the Great By-And-By
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Oh, the stories we'll tell on our last and long ride
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Now that God's gone and the Devil's in a hole,
It's Aces, Straights, Flushes with Johnny and Joe.
No masters, no Yard Bulls to chase a boy down.
He's gone to where the bums go when they're run out of town.
Ain't no heaven and hell in the Great By-And-By
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Say "So Long" to the rails, from the sage to the pine,
While the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Oh, the stories we'll tell on our last and long ride
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Where do you come from and where did you go?
The rattlers are still and the ashes are cold.
The stage, it is empty; the Union Halls, dark.
And the lights are so bright that I can't see the stars.
Ain't no heaven and hell in the Great By-And-By
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Seattle to Spokane, Missoula to Butte:
The spare-changer's stories so boring and true.
Now the world ain't so lonesome without you around.
Hey, tell me, where can you camp where you can't hear a sound?
Ain't no heaven and hell in the Great By-And-By
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Oh, the stories we'll tell on our last and long ride
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Now that God's gone and the Devil's in a hole,
It's Aces, Straights, Flushes with Johnny and Joe.
No masters, no Yard Bulls to chase a boy down.
He's gone to where the bums go when they're run out of town.
Ain't no heaven and hell in the Great By-And-By
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Say "So Long" to the rails, from the sage to the pine,
While the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Oh, the stories we'll tell on our last and long ride
Where the dead they are laughing, singin' and spillin' their wine.
Where do you come from and where did you go?