A GOOD WOMANπS LOVE

as done by Kentucky Colonels

I was a rover, on land and on sea

åTill a good womanπs love, made a new man of me

Life had no meaning, it was so incomplete

åTill a good womanπs love, put me back on my feet

BRIDGE:

Now I know when I go home in the evening, sheπs waiting there

And I know that no matter what happens, sheπll always care

And when the night comes, and the moon shines above

Iπm a man with a dream, and a good womanπs love

INSTRUMENTAL(S):

-Guitar

-Banjo

-Mandolin

-Guitar

I was a rover, on land and on sea

åTill a good womanπs love, made a new man of me

Life had no meaning, it was so incomplete

åTill a good womanπs love, put me back on my feet

BRIDGE:

Now I know when I go home in the evening, sheπs waiting there

And I know that no matter what happens, sheπll always care

And when the night comes, and the moon shines above

Iπm a man with a dream, and a good womanπs love

ARTHRITIS BLUES

Butch Hawes

Arthritis is a thing to miss

It will leave you walkinπ with a double twist

And itπs all kinds of trouble

Gonna find you somehow

Canπt stand up, canπt lay down

You canπt sit in a chair, you canπt roll on the ground

And itπs all kind of trouble

Gonna find you somehow

(Instrumental break)

I went to the doctor, doctor looked sad,

Well he looked in his book, and he told me what I had

And itπs all kind of trouble

Gonna find you somehow

Doctor, doctor, doctor, get your X-ray machine,

Well it feel so good, just about like morphine

And itπs all kind of trouble

Gonna find you somehow

(Instrumental Break)

When you get to Heaven tell the judge for me

Iπve had sixteen years of the third degree

And itπs all kind of trouble

Gonna find you somehow

Arthritis is a thing to miss

It will leave you walkinπ with a double twist

And itπs all kinds of trouble

Gonna find you somehow

All kinds of trouble, good Lord

Gonna find you somehow

AMERICAN PIE

Don McLean

Long, long time ago, I can still remember how

That music used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried, when I read about his widowed bride

But something touched me deep inside

The day the music died....I started singin'....

CHORUS:

Bye bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singing "this'll be the day that I die"

This'll be the day that I die....

Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God above

If the Bible tells you so?

Now do you believe in rock 'n' roll, can music save your mortal soul, and

Can you teach me how to dance, real slow?

Now I know that you're in love with him, cause I saw you dancing in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes, and I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage bronc'in' buck, with a pink carnation and a pickup truck

But I knew that I was out of luck, the day the music died

CHORUS

Now for ten years we've been on our own, and moss grows fat on a rolling stone

But that's not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen, in a coat he borrowed from James Dean

And a voice that came from you and me

And while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned

And while Lennon read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died.....We were singin'.....

CHORUS

AMERICAN PIE (continued)

Helter-skelter in the summer swelter, the Byrds flew off to the fallout shelter

Eight miles high and fallin' fast

And landed foul, on the grass, the players tried for a forward pass

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half time air was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance, oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died.....We started singin'....

CHORUS

There we were, all in one place, a generation lost in space

With no time left to start again

So come on, Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick

'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in hell, could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night, to light the sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died....He was singin'.....

CHORUS

I met a girl who sang the blues, and I asked her for some happy news

But she just smiled and turned away

And I went down to the sacred store, where I heard the music years before

But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed

But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died.....They were singin'....

CHORUS (twice)

AGES AND AGES AGO

Gene Autry, as sung by the Country Gentlemen

(Instru. intro.)

I remember when I made you cry

Ages and ages ago

I'll never blame you for our last goodbye

Ages and ages ago

CHORUS:

Someone told me when you walked away

That time would make me miss you so

And though it happened only yesterday

It seems like ages and ages ago

(Instru. break)

CHORUS:

Someone came along and took my place

How wrong I was to let you go

And though it happened only yesterday

It seems like ages and ages ago

It seems like ages and ages ago

ACROSS THE BORDERLINE
Ry Cooder

There's a place where I've been told, every street is paved with gold

And it's just across the borderline

And when it's time to take your turn, here's a lesson you must learn

You could lose more than you ever hoped to find

CHORUS:

When you reach the broken promised land, every dream slips through your hand

Then you'll know that it's too late to change your mind

'Cause you've paid the price to come so far, just to wind up where you are

And you're still just across the borderline

Up and down the Rio Grande, a thousand footprints in the sand

Reveal the secret no one can define

The river flows on like a breath, in between our life and death

Tell me, who's the next to cross the borderline?

(BREAK)

En la triste oscuridad, hoy tenemos que cruzar

Este rio, que nos llama mas aya

But hope remains when pride is gone, and it keeps you moving on

Calling you across the borderline

CHORUS:

ARE YOU LONESOME TONIGHT?

As sung by Elvis

Are you lonesome tonightä..do you miss me tonight?

Are you sorry we drifted apart?

Does your memory strayä.to a brighter summer day

When I kissed you and called you ≥Sweetheart≤?

Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare,

Do you gaze at your doorstep, and picture me there?

Is your heart filled with painä.shall I come back again?

Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

(SPOKEN WHILE MELODY IS BEING PLAYED):

Iπm wondering ifäyouπre lonesome tonight

You know someone said that lifeπs a stage, and each of us plays a part

Fate cast you as my sweetheart, and me as your lover

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Then one day you seemed to change, you acted strange,

And why Iπve never known

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And if you donπt come back to me, then they can bring the curtain down

(SINGING):

Is your heart filled with painä.shall I come back again?

Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

ALONG THE ROAD Dan Fogelberg

Joy at the start, fear in the journey,

Joy in the coming home

A part of the heart gets lost in the learning

Somewhere along the road

Along the road your paths may wander

A pilgrim's faith may fade

But absence makes the heart grow fonder

When darkness hides the trail

BREAK

Cursing the quest, courting disaster,

Measureless nights for both

Moments of rest and glimpses of laughter

Are treasures along the road

When the road gets rough your steps may stumble

And your thoughts may start to stray

But through it all a heart held humble

Will level and light your way

Joy at the start, fear in the journey,

Joy in the coming home

A part of the heart is lost in the learning

Somewhere along the road

A part of the heart is lost in the learning

Somewhere along the road

ANYTIME

Arlo Guthrie version- G capoed third fret

Any time youπre feeling lonely

Any time youπre feeling blue

Any time you feel down-hearted

That will prove your love for me is true

Any time youπre thinkinπ åbout me

Thatπs the time Iπll be thinkinπ of you

And any time you say you want me back again

Thatπs the time Iπll be cominπ back to you

***Instru.***

Repeat All

(The Fields of) Athen Rye

v.1 By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling,

"Michael, they have taken you away!

You stole Trevalianπs corn so the young might see the morn

Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."

Chorus:

And low lie the fields of Athen Rye,

Where once we watched the small free birds fly

Our love was on the wing; we had dreams and songs to sing,

Now itπs lonely åround the fields of Athen Rye.

v.2 By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling,

≥Nothing matters, Mary, when your free-

Against the famine and the crown I rebelled, they cut me down,

Now you must raise our child with dignity.≤

Chorus:

v.3 By a lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star falling

As the prison ship sailed out against the sky

Now she lives and hopes and prays for her love in Botany Bay

Its so lonely åround the fields of Athen Rye.

Chorus:

ANY OLD TIME

Jimmie Rodgers

v.1

I just received your letter, youπre down and out you say

First I thought I would tell you

To travel on the other way

But in my memory lingers, all you once were to me

Iπm gonna give you one more chance

To prove what you can be

BRIDGE:

Any old time you want to come back home

Drop me a line, honey, say no more youπll roam

You had your chance to play the game fair

When you left me, sweetheart, you only left a load of care

Now that youπre down, Iπm going to stick by you

If you will only tell me your roaminπ days are through

Youπll find me here, like the day you left me behind

Any old time- you want to come back home

Instrumental Break:

REPEAT BRIDGE:

ANCIENT HISTORY

as sung by Don McLean

Just walk on out the door, itπs all over

Forgiving you is just a waste of time

I donπt believe that Iπll live to regret it

Youπre ancient history to this heart of mine

So many times Iπve heard the same old story

Well, any fool can learn to read between the lines

But this time, honey, you burned all your bridges

Youπre ancient history to this heart of mine

BRIDGE:

Well I marked you down as just another lonely page

In the book of heartaches that you leave behind

åCause I found out Iπm better off without you

Youπre ancient history to this heart of mine

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK:

REPEAT BRIDGE, LAST LINE TWICE

ALL AROUND THE WATER TANK

Jimmie Rodgers

All around the water tank, waiting for a train

A thousand miles away from home, sleeping in the rain

I walked up to a brakeman to give him a line of talk

He said if youπve got money Iπll see that you donπt walk

I havenπt go a nickel, not a penny can I show

≥Get off, get off, you railroad bum,≤

He slammed to boxcar door

(Yodel)

He put me off in Texas, a state I dearly love

The wide-open spaces all around me, the moon and stars up above

Nobody seems to want me, or lend me a helping hand

Iπm on my way from Frisco Bay,

Goinπ back to Dixieland

Oh, my pocketbook is empty, and my heart is full of pain

Iπm a thousand miles away from home, just waiting for a train

(Yodel)

AND I LOVE HER

The Beatles

Guitar Intro.:

I give her all my love, thatπs all I do

And if you saw my love, youπd love her too.......I love her

She gives me everything, and tenderly

The kiss my lover brings... she brings to me, and I love her

CHORUS:

A love like ours....could never die

As long as I.....have you near me

Bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky

I know this love of mine.....will never die, and I love her

CHORUS:

Guitar exit:

Amelia Earhart

as Sung by Greenbriar Boys

Well, a ship out on the ocean

Just a speck against the sky,

Amelia Earhartπs flying sad that day

With her partner Captain Noonan

On the second of July,

Her plane fell in the ocean far away

CHORUS:

Thereπs a beautiful, beautiful field

Far away in a land that is fair

Happy landings to you, Amelia Earhart,

Farewell, first lady of the air

Oh, a half an hour later

An SOS was heard

The signal weak, but still her voice was brave

Oh, in shark-infested waters

Her plane went down that night

In the blue Pacific, to a watery grave

CHORUS:

BREAK: Mandolin (verse melody; Harmonica/banjo (chorus melody)

Well now, you have heard my story

Of that awful tragedy,

We pray that she might come home safe again

And in years to come though others

Blaze a trail across the sky

Weπll neπer forget Amelia and her plane

CHORUS:

CODA: Oh yes, farewell, First Lady of the Air

Act Naturally

Ringo & the Beatles

Theyπre gonna put me in the movies

Theyπre gonna make a big star out of me

Theyπll make a film about a man whoπs sad and lonely,

And all Iπll have to do is act naturally

CHORUS:

Well I bet you Iπm gonna be a big star

Might win an Oscar, you canπt never tell

The movies gonna make me a big star

Cause I can play the part so well

Well I hope youπll come and see me in the movies

Then Iπll know that you can plainly see

The biggest fool that ever hit the big time,

And all I have to do is act naturally

BREAK

REPEAT CHORUS

AND I LOVE YOU SO

Don McLean

And I love you soääpeople ask me how

How Iπve lived åtill nowä.I tell them I donπt know

I guess they understandähow lonely life has been

Life began againä.the day you took my hand

CHORUS

And yes, I know, how lonely life can be

Shadows follow meä.and the night wonπt set me free

But I donπt let the evening bring me down

Now that youπre around me

And you love me tooäyour thoughts are just for me

You set my spirit freeä.Iπm happy that you do

The book of life is briefä.once a page is read

All but love is deadä.that is my belief

CHORUS

And yes, I know, how lonely life can be

Shadows follow meä.and the night wonπt set me free

But I donπt let the evening bring me down

Now that youπre around me

And I love you soääpeople ask me how

How Iπve lived åtill nowä.I tell them I donπt know

AINπT NO DOUBT ABOUT IT

Adie Grey

Intro.- G-C-D----G

Moon comes up when the sun goes down, ainπt no doubt about it

This old world keeps turninπ åround, ainπt no doubt about it

Sure as rain falls from above, sure as push will come to shove,

Youπre gonna give me all your love, there ainπt no doubt about it

Winter always leads to spring, ainπt no doubt about it

The robin always needs to sing, no ainπt no doubt about it

Winds will blow, and the stars will shine, now until the end of time,

Iπll be yours if youπll be mine, no there ainπt no doubt about it

CHORUS

It wonπt do no good to run away

My love will find you anywhere you hide

It donπt matter what you do or say,

You canπt change the way I feel inside

Well, taxes always gonna rise, ainπt no doubt about it

And politicians tell us lies, ainπt no doubt about it

And sure as one and one makes two, once I get my hands on you,

Wonπt be nothinπ you can do, no there ainπt no doubt about it

Instru.- G-C-D----G

CHORUS

Like rivers runninπ to the sea, mister I can guarantee,

Youπll come runninπ back to me, no there ainπt no doubt about it

Ah this love of ours was meant to be, there ainπt no doubt about it

A FOOL SUCH AS I

Unknown

Pardon me if Iπm sentimentalä.when we say goodbye,

Donπt be angry with me should I cry

When youπre gone, if I dream a little dream as years go by

Now and then thereπs a fool such as I

Now and then thereπs a fool such as Iä over you

You taught me how to love and nowäyou say we are through

Iπm a fool, but I≤ll love you dear, until the day I die

Now and then thereπs a fool such as I

ANGEL BAND

Stanley Bros., as sung by Old and In the Way

My evening sun is sinking fast

My race is nearly run

My longest trials now are passed,

My triumph has begun

CHORUS:

Oh, come, angel band,

Come, now, around me stand

Bear me away on your snow white wings

To my immortal home

Bear me away on your snow white wings

To my immortal home

Oh, bear my loving heart to him

Who bled and died for me

Whose blood now cleanses all my sins

And gives me victory

CHORUS

Iπve almost reached my heavπnly home

My spirit loudly sings

The holy ones, behold they come

I hear the sounds of wings

CHORUS

All Go Hungry Hash House

(as sung by Norman Blake)

There's a hotel in the city as we climb the golden stairs
And they serve the hash up on the second floor
There's a graveyard in the cellar, doctor's office in the parlor
And the undertaker keeps his shop next door.

Touch-me-not was on the teacups skeleton crossbones on the plates
Copyrighted on that turkey you could sell
Oh the biscuits they are named and I'm going to have them framed
At that All Go Hungry Hash House where I dwell.

Oh the donuts they are wooden and we have limberger puddin'
We kneel in prayer before we go to grub
If you chance to get a breeze of that ambrosian cheese
You'll swear somebody hit you with a club.

That hotel where I stay, it is turning my hair gray
For the landlord is always full of beer
Oh the beds the bugs have rented and the air is sweetly scented
By the old-fashioned tan yard in the rear.

Oh the sausages are marked, if you touch one it will bark
They're really sent from binging on the run
All the boarders have the croup from drinking frozen soup
At that All Go Hungry Hash House where I dine.

They have India rubber pickles, exercises for the crippled
And a dinner bell that's all they can afford
When they open up the gate we come skipping on roller skates
At the All Go Hungry Hash House where I board.

There's a woman called the Duchess, brings the coffee in on crutches
The cake looks like a sponge that's petrified
Oh the pies are old and gray, they were tackled by a jay
Who went right out and committed suicide.

The molasses are made of paint, it you smell them you will faint
They're yellow and mixed up in a gourd
Oh the eggs are made to match, if you touch one it will hatch
At the All Go Hungry Hash House where I board.

Bury Me Beneath the Willow

as sung by Tony Rice and Ricky Scaggs

CHORUS:

Oh, bury me beneath the willow

Under the weeping willow tree

So she will know where I am sleeping

And, perhaps sheπll weep for me

My heart is sad, and I am lonely

For the only one I love

When shall I see her, oh, no, never

Till we meet in Heaven above

CHORUS:

BREAK

She told me that she dearly loved me,

How could I believe it untrue

Until the angels softly whispered,

≥She will prove untrue to you≤

CHORUS:

BOB DYLAN'S DREAM

While riding on a train going west

I fell asleep for to take my rest

I dreamed a dream, that made me sad

Concerning myself, and the first few friends I had

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room

Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon

Where we together, weathered many a storm

Laughin' and singin', 'till the early hours of the morn

By the old wood stove our hats was hung

Our words was told, our songs was sung

Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied

Jokin' and talkin', about the world outside

With hungry hearts through heat and cold

We never much thought we could get very old

We thought we could sit forever in fun

Our chances really, was a million to one

As easy it was to tell black from white

It was all that easy to tell wrong from right

And our choices, they was few, so the thought never hit

That the one road we traveled, would ever shatter or split

Now many a year has passed and gone

Many a gamble has been lost and won

And many a road, taken by many a first friend

And each one, I've never seen again

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain

That we could sit simply in that room again

Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat

I'd give it all gladly, if our lives could be like that

BARTENDER'S BLUES

James Taylor

Well I'm just a bartender, and I don't like my work

But I don't mind the money at all

I see lots of sad faces, lots of bad cases

Folks with their backs to the wall

CHORUS:

But I need four walls around me to hold my life

To keep me from goin' astray

And I need a honkey-tonk angel to hold me tight

To keep me from slippin' away

I can light up your smokes, I can laugh at you jokes

I can watch you fall down on your knees

I can close down this bar, I can gas up my car

I can pack up and mail in my key

CHORUS:

BREAK: Marty (1^st half verse melody)/ Stan (2^nd half verse melody)

Well the smoke fills the air of this honkey-tonk bar

And I'm thinkin' 'bout where I'd rather be

But I burned all my bridges, sank all my ships

And I'm stranded at the edge of the sea

CHORUS:

(draw out ≥slippinπ away≤ finale)

BLUE MULE

Peter Rowan

(slowly): Ridin' with the wind

She's come and gone again

(instru.): G-A-D-G (at speed)

Some say she came from Georgia, some say from Tennessee

But there never was another like my old Blue Mule

Lord knows there'll never be

She could jump right over a mountain, she could outrun a diesel train

Her mother was that Blue Ox Babe,

She was born in the eye of a hurricane

The only race my Blue Mule ran was down in Tennessee

Against Molly and the Tenbrooks

All the people came to see

Tenbrooks was the favorite, people said I was a fool

Ridin' high, wide, and handsome

On my pretty Blue Mule

CHORUS:

Hey, hey, hey--- Blue Mule

Ridin' with the wind, she's come and gone again

(diminished run down to G)

Hey, hey, hey--- Blue Mule

INSTRUMENTAL (2 verses only)

'Round the track like a whirlpool, old Molly had the lead

Tenbrooks nosed on out ahead

Boys, it was a wild stampede

Comin' into the final lap, neck-and-neck it was a duel

My Blue Mule started flyin'

Which was against the rules

When we hit the finish line, the very next time around

I swear my Blue Mule she came out in front

Six feet from the ground

The crowd was cheering Tenbrooks, it was a sight to see

But overhead and out of sight

Was my old Blue Mule and me

CHORUS:

Blue Mule (continued)

INSTRUMENTAL (2 verses only)

She never knew that race was won, she never came back down

She won that race in outer space

Not on solid ground

So when a storm is ragin', and you hear a mournful wail

It's just me ridin' on my old Blue Mule

With a lightnin' stick in her tail

CHORUS:

(Out with diminished run down to G, over and over fade)

THE BALLAD OF DAVID RAYMOND (By Steve Frankenberger)

(no apologies to Earl and Lester)

Come and listen to my story 'bout a man named Jones

A Disney 'Magineer, worked his fingers to the bones

Then one day there was riots in L.A.,

All the people and pollution, he knew he couldn't stay

...Live, that is....

...Raise his kids...

...Sleep at night.

Well the first thing you know ol' Jonesy sold his house

Turned in his resignation, no more workin' for the Mouse

Turned his back on the hills of Beverly,

And he loaded up his truck and he moved to Tennessee

...The hills, that is...

...Fresh air....

...Elbow room.

Now everybody's wonderin' how ol' Jonesy's gettin' on

We love his sense o' humor, and we miss him now he's gone

We understand the need to leave the city far behind

And we hope that urban flight ain't just a diff'rent kinda grind

...Toil, that is....

...Sun-up to sun-down...

...Ain't enough hours in the day....

...Sure gets cold come winter.

(for David Jones' 40th birthday)

BIG BAD BILL

In the town of Louisville

There lived a man they call Big Bad Bill

I wants to tell you, he sure is tough

And he certainly does strut his stuff

He had folks all scared to death

When he walked by they held their breath

He was a fightin' man, sure enough

Now Bill took himself a wife, and he leads a different life

CHORUS:

Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now

Married life has changed him somehow

He's a man that they all used to fear,

Now the women call him "sweet papa Willie dear",

Stronger than Samson, hotter than hot,

'Till a brown-skin mama bobbed his hair

Big Bad Bill don't fight any more,

Well, he washes dishes, and he mops up the floor

He used to spend his evenin's lookin' for a fight,

Now he's gotta see his mama every night

Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now

INSTRUMENTAL (play chorus melody once)

Well he used to spend his evenin's lookin' for a fight,

Now he's gotta see his mama every night

Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now!

BUGLER as sung by Clarence White

Back when Kale Creek used to sing

It's waters were sweet and its banks were green

And sunny days....went on forever

Me 'n' old Bugler, we went wild

A Blue Tick hound and a red-neck child

We thought we were....birds of a feather

Oh the fish would bite, my how they'd fight

We'd catch them possums in the pale moonlight

Enough.....just to please her

Bugler's voice like Gabriel's Horn,

Up in the cypress and down through the corn

Golden sounds- yes, to treasure

CHORUS:

Bugler, Bugler, bless your hide

Jesus gonna take you for a chariot ride

Say goodbye.....say goodbye

One day mother, she brought the news,

She said, "Honey, old Bugler's done paid his dues....

He's been hit down....yes, on that highway.

Dry your eyes and stand up straight,

Bugler's got a place at the Pearly Gates

Say goodbye, Sugar......oh, say goodbye

CHORUS (twice), then hum verses out

BAD, BAD LEROY BROWN

Jim Croce

Well, the south side of Chicago is the baddest part of town

And if you go down there you better just beware

Of a man named Leroy Brown

Now, Leroyπs more than trouble, you see he stand about six-foot-four

All the downtown ladies call him ≥treetop loverπ

All the men just call him ≥sir≤

CHORUS:

And heπs bad, bad, Leroy Brown

Baddest man in the whole damn town

Badder than old King Kong

Meaner than a junkyard dog

Now Leroy, heπs a gambler, and he likes his fancy clothes

And he likes to wave his diamond rings

In front of everybodyπs nose

Heπs got a custom Continental, heπs got an El Dorado too

Heπs got a thirty-two gun in his pocket for fun

Heπs got a razor in his shoe

CHORUS:

Well Friday, åbout a week ago, Leroyπs shootinπ dice

And at the edge of the bar sat a girl name of Doris

And oh, that girl looked nice

Well, he cast his eyes upon her, and the trouble soon began

And Leroy Brown, he learned a lesson åbout messinπ

With the wife of a jealous man

CHORUS:

Well the two men took to fightinπ, and when they pulled them from the floor

Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle

With a couple of pieces gone

CHORUS:

BOLD O'DONOHUE

Well here I am from Paddy's land, a land of high renown

I broke the hearts of all the girls for miles 'round Keady town

But when they hear that I'm away, they'll raise a hullaballoo

When they hear about the handsome lad that they call O'Donohue

CHORUS:

For I'm the boy to please her, and I'm the boy to tease her

I'm the boy can squeeze her and I'll tell ya what I'll do

I'll court her like an Irishman with the brogue and the blarney too is me plan

With a rollickin', swalligan, holligan, walligan bold O'Donohue

Oh I wish me love was a red, red rose on yonder garden wall

And me to be a dew-drop, and upon her brow I'd fall

Perhaps now she might think of me as a rather heavy dew

And no more she'd love the handsome lad that they call O'Donohue

CHORUS:

Oh I hear that Queen Victoria has a daughter fine and grand

Perhaps she'd take it into her head for to marry an Irishman

And if I could only get the chance to have a word or two,

I'm sure she'd take a notionä.it's the power o'Donohue

CHORUS:

BRENNAN ON THE MOOR

Oh it's of a brave young Irishman a story I will tell

His name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell

'Twas on the Kilworth Mountains he commenced his wild career

And many a wealthy nobleman before him shook with fear

CHORUS:

It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor,

Oh-oh brave and undaunted stood young Brennan on the moor

One day upon the highway, as Willie he went down

He spied the mayor of Cashel a mile outside of town

The mayor he knew his features and he said, "Young man," said he

"If your name is Willie Brennan you must come along with me!"

CHORUS:

Well willie's wife had gone to town, provisions for to buy

And when she saw her Willie she commenced to weep and cry

She said, "Hand to me that tenpenny", as soon as Willie spoke

She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her coat

CHORUS:

Now with this loaded blunderbuss, the truth I will unfold,

He made the mayor to tremble and he robbed him of his gold

A hundred pounds were offered for his apprehension there

So he with horse and saddle to the mountains did repair

CHORUS:

Now, Brennan being an outlaw, upon the mountain high,

With cavalry and infantry to catch him they did try

He laughed at them with scorn until at last, as it was said,

By a false-hearted woman he was cruelly betrayed

CHORUS:
THE BLACK VELVET BAND

v.1 In a neat little town they call Belfast,

Apprenticed to trade I was bound,

And manyπs the hour of sweet happiness

I spent in that neat little town.

v.2 Til a sad misfortune came oπer me,

And forced me to stray from the land,

Far away from my friends and relations

To follow the black velvet band

Chorus:

Her eyes they shone like two diamonds

You'd think she was queen of the land,

And her hair hung over her shoulder,

Tied up with a black velvet band

v.3 As I went out strolling one evening,

Not intending to stray very far

I met with a frolicsome damsel

Plying her trade in the bar

v.4 Then a watch she clipped from a customer

And placed it right into my hand

On the very first day that I met her

Bad luck to the black velvet band

Chorus

v.5 To judge and jury next morning

For trial I had to appear

And the judge he said, ≥My young fellow

The case against you is quite clear....

THE BLACK VELVET BAND

v.6 I give you seven years penal servitude

To be spent far away from the land

Far away from your friends and relations

Youπre going to VanDiemenπs land≤*

Chorus

v.7 So come all you jolly young fellows

Iπll have you take warning by me

When ever you're out on the liquor

Beware of the pretty colleens

v.8 For they will fill you with strong drink

Until your not able to stand

And the very next thing that you know, me lads

You've landed in VanDiemenπs land

************************************************************************

Note that Tasmania (Van Diemen's Land) is no longer an Australian

penal colony. Its use as such ceased some time ago.

BY THE TIME I GET TO PHOENIX

Jimmy Webb

By the time I get to Phoenix sheπll be risinπ

And sheπll find the note I left hanginπ on her door

And sheπll laugh when she reads the part that says Iπm leavinπ

åCause Iπve left that girl so many times before

By the time I make Albuquerque sheπll be workinπ

Sheπll probably stop at lunch, and give me a call

And sheπll hear that old phone just keep on ringinπ

Off the wall......thatπs all

By the time I make Oklahoma sheπll be sleepinπ

Sheπll turn softly and call my name out low

And sheπll cry just to think Iπd really leave her

Though time and time I tried to tell her so....

She just didnπt know....I would really go

THE BOXER

Paul Simon

I am just a poor boy though my storyπs seldom told,

I have squandered my resistance for a pocket-full of mumbles,

Such are promises

All lies and jests, still a man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest, mmm mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmmä.

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,

In the company of strangers, the quiet of the railway station,

Runninπ scared

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go,

Looking for the places only they would know

CHORUS:

Li la liä.li la li li li la li,

Li la liä.li la li li li la li la la li li li

Asking only workmanπs wages I come lookinπ for a job but I get no offers

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

I do declare,

There were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there

Li la li li li la liä..

INSTRU. BREAK

So Iπm laying out my winter clothes and wishinπ I was gone

Goinπ home,

Where the New York City winters arenπt bleeding meä.

Leading meä.goinπ home

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down

Or cut him åtill he cried out in his anger and his shame,

≥I am leaving, I am leaving≤, but the fighter still remains

Oooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh oohä..

CHORUS

BLEEKER STREET

Simon & Garfunkel

Instru. Opening

Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank

Like a shroudää it covers Bleecker Street

Fills the alleys where men sleep

Hides the shepherdää from the sheep

Instru. interlude (between each verse)

Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling facesää try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
On Bleecker Street

A poet reads his crooked rhyme
Holy, holyää. is his sacrament
Thirty dollars pays your rent
On Bleecker Street

I heard a church bell softly chime
In a meäälody sustainin'
It's a long road to Canaan
On Bleecker Street
On Bleecker Street

BLUE YODEL #4

Jimmie Rodgers

Sheπs long, sheπs tallä..sheπs six feet from the ground

Sheπs long, sheπs tall, sheπs six feet from the ground

Sheπs tailor-madeä..she ainπt no hand-me-down

Yodelaeee-o, delaeee-o, yodelaeee

Sheπs got eyes like diamonds, Lord, her teeth shine just the same

Got eyes like diamonds, teeth shine just the same

Sheπs got big ruby lipsä..and hair like a horseπs mane

Yodelaeee-o, delaeee-o, yodelaeee

Instru.

Every time I see you mama, youπre always on the street

Every time I see you mana, always on the street

Just a-hang out on the corner, like a policeman on his beat

Yodelaeee-o, delaeee-o, yodelaeee

Instru.

Every time I need you mama, Lord, I always find you gone

Every time I need you mama, always find you gone

Listen here sweet mamaä..better put your air brakes on

Yodelaeee-o, delaeee-o, yodelaeee

CHRISTMAS SONGSä..

Jingle Bells

Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh,

Oπer the fields we go, laughing all the way

Bells on Bob-tail ring, making spirits bright,

What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight, Oh...

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way

Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way

Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh

What Child is This?

What child is this, who, laid to rest,

On Maryπs lap is sleeping?

Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,

While shepherdπs watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing

This, this is Christ the King,

The babe, the son of Mary

God Rest You, Merry Gentlemen

God rest you, merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our savior was born on Christmas day

To save us all from Satanπs power when we were gone astray

CHORUS:

Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

From God our heavπnly Father a blessed angel came

And unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same

How that in Bethlehem was born the son of God by name

CHORUS:

Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Hark, The Herald Angels Sing

Hark, the herald angels sing, ≥Glory to the newborn King,

Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled≤

Joyful, all ye nations rise, join the triumph of the skies,

With angelic host proclaim, ≥Christ is born in Bethlehem≤,

Hark, the herald angels sing, ≥Glory to the newborn King≤

Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen

When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even

Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel

When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel

≥Hither, paige, and stand by me, if thou knowsπt be telling,

Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?≤

≥Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain

Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnesπ Fountain≤

≥Bring me meat and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither

Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear him hither≤

Paige and monarch forth they went, forth they went together

Through the rude windπs wild lament, and the bitter weather

≥Sire, the wind blows stronger now,≤ ≥Yes, my paige, but take heart≤

So they stayed and brought him home, to the castleπs warm hearth

Therefore Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,

Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing!

GO WHERE I SEND THEE

Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

Children, go where I send theeä how shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you one by one, one for the little-bitty baby
Was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send theeä how shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you two by two, two for Paul and Silas,
One for the little-bitty baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send theeä how shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you three by three, three for the Hebrew children,
Two for Paul and Silas, one for the little-bitty baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send theeä how shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you six by six, well, six for the six that never got fixed,
Five for the gospel preachers, four for the four that stood at the door, three for the Hebrew children,
Two for Paul and Silas, one for the little-bitty baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send theeä how shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you eight by eight, eight for the eight that stood at the gate,
Seven for the seven that never got to heaven and six for the six that never got fixed,
Five for the gospel preachers, four for the four that stood at the door, three for the Hebrew children
Two for Paul and Silas, one for the little-bitty baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send theeä how shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you ten by ten, ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine all dressed so fine, eight for the eight that stood at the gate,
Seven for the seven who never got to heaven and six for the six that never got fixed,
Five for the gospel preachers, four for the four that stood at the door, three for the Hebrew children,
Two for Paul and Silas, one for the little-bitty baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.
He was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

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We Three Kings

We three kings of Orient are, bearing gifts we traverse afar

Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star, Oh...

CHORUS:

Star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding, guide us to thy perfect light

Born a babe on Bethlehemπs plain, gold we bring to crown him again

King forever, ceasing never, over us all to reign, Ohä.

CHORUS:

Star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding, guide us to thy perfect light

Joy to the World

Joy to the world- the Lord is come

Let Earth receive her King

Let every heart prepare him room

And Heavπn and nature sing, and Heavπn and nature sing,

And Heavπn, and Heavπn, and nature sing!

He rules the world with truth and grace,

And makes the nations prove

The glories of his righteousness,

And wonders of his love, and wonders of his love,

And wonders, wonders, of his love

Frosty the Snowman

Frosty the snowman was a jolly, happy soul,

With a corn-cob pipe and a button nose,

And two eyes made out of coal

Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale they say,

He was made of snow, but the children know

How he came to life one day

There must have been some magic in

That old silk hat they found

For when the placed it on his head

He began to dance around

Frosty the snowman was alive as he could be

And the children say he could laugh and play

Just the same as you and me

Thumpety thump thump, thumpety thump thump,

Look at Frosty go

Thumpety thump thump, thumpety thump thump,

Over the hills of snow

Frosty the snowman knew the sun was hot that day

So he said, ≥Letπs run, and weπll have some fun

Now before I melt away≤

Down to the village with a broomstick in his hand,

Running here and there all around the square

Saying, ≥Catch me if you can!≤

He led them down the streets of town, right to the traffic cop

And he only paused a moment when he heard him holler, ≥Stop!≤

Frosty the snowman had to hurry on his way

But he waved goodbye saying, ≥Donπt you cryä

Iπll be back again some day!!≤

Thumpety thump thump, thumpety thump thump,

Look at Frosty go

Thumpety thump thump, thumpety thump thump,

Over the hills of snow

Oh Come, all ye Faithful

Oh come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,

Oh come ye, oh come ye to Bethlehem

Come and behold him, born the King of Angels

Oh, come let us adore him, oh, come let us adore him,

Oh, come let us adore him, Christ the Lord!

Sing choirs of angels, sing in exultation,

Sing all ye citizens of heavπn above,

Glory to God, in the highest

Oh, come let us adore him, oh, come let us adore him,

Oh, come let us adore him, Christ the Lord!

The First Noel

The first Noel, the angels did say,

Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay

In fields where they, lay keeping their sheep

On a cold winterπs night that was so deep

CHORUS:

Noel, noel....Noel, noel

Born is the King of Israel!

They loo-ked up, and saw a star

Shining in the east, beyond them far

And to the earth, it gave great light

And so it continued both day and night

CHORUS:

Noel, noel....Noel, noel

Born is the King of Israel!

Silent Night

Silent night, holy night,

All is calm, all is bright,

åRound yon virgin Mother and child

Holy infant so tender and mild

Sleep in heavenly peace,

Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night,

Shepherds quake at the sight

Glorious streams from heaven afar

Heavenly hosts sing, ≥Halleluia!

Christ the savior is born,

Christ the savior is born!≤

We Wish You a Merry Christmas

Once in the year it's not but amiss,

To visit our neighbors and sing out like this:

CHORUS:

We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas,

We wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year!

Now friendship and love, good neighbors abound,

And peace and good will the whole day around

(Why canπt we have Christmas the whole year around?

Why canπt we have Christmas the whole year around?)

CHORUS X2:

We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas,

We wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year!

Christmas is Coming

(sung as a Round)

Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat,

Please put a penny in an old man's hat

If you haven't got a penny then a ha'penny will do,

If you haven't got a ha'penny then God bless you!

DECK THE HALLS

Deck the halls with boughs of holly,

Fa la la la la, la la la la,

åTis the season to be jolly

Fa la la la la, la la la la,

Don we now our gay apparel,

Fa la la, la la la, la la la

Troll the ancient Yuletide carol

Fa la la la la, la la la la,

See the blazing yule before us,

Fa la la la la, la la la la,

Strike the harp and join the chorus,

Fa la la la la, la la la la,

Follow me in merry measure,

Fa la la, la la la, la la la

While I tell of Yuletide treasure,

Fa la la la la, la la la la,

AWAY IN A MANGER

Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,

The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head

The stars in the sky looked down where he lay,

The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay

The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,

But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes

I love thee Lord Jesus, look down from on high,

And stay by my cradle åtil morning is nigh

JINGLE BELLS

Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh

Oπer the fields we go, laughing all the way

Bells on Bob-tail ring, making spirits bright,

What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonightä.Oh,

CHORUS:

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way,

Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way,

Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh

Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh

Oπer the fields we go, laughing all the way

Bells on Bob-tail ring, making spirits bright,

What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonightä.Oh,

CHORUS:

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way,

Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way,

Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh

O Little Town of Bethlehem

O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie,

Above thy deep and dream-less sleep, the silent stars go by

Yet in thy dark streets shineth, the everlasting light,

The hopes and fears of all the years, are met in thee tonight!

For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above,

While mortals sleep the angels keep, their watch of wondrous love

O morning stars together, proclaim the holy birth

And praises sing to God the king, and peace to men on earth

RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSED REINDEER

Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, had a very shiny nose

And if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows

All of the other reindeer, used to laugh and call him names

They never let poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games

Then one foggy Christmas eve, Santa came to say,

≥Rudolph with your nose so bright, wonπt you drive my sleigh tonight?≤

Then how the reindeer loved him, as they shouted out with glee,

≥Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, youπll go down in history!!≤

Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Oh, youπd better watch out, youπd better not cry,

Better not pout, Iπm telling you why,

Santa Claus is coming to town!

Heπs making a list, checking it twice,

Gonna find out whoπs naughty and nice,

Santa Claus is coming to town!

He sees you when youπre sleeping,

He knows when youπre awake,

He knows if youπve been bad or good,

So be good for goodness sake!!

Oh, youπd better watch out, youπd better not cry,

Better not pout, Iπm telling you why,

Santa Claus is coming to town!

The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me

A partridge in a pear tree

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Three french hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Four colling birds,

Three french hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

FIVE GOLDEN RINGS.

Four colling birds,

Three french hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Six geese a-laying,

FIVE GOLDEN RINGS.

Four colling birds,

Three french hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Seven swans a-swimming,

Six geese a-laying,

FIVE GOLDEN RINGS.

Four colling birds,

Three french hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Eight maids a-milking,

Seven swans a-swimming,

Six geese a-laying,

FIVE GOLDEN RINGS.

Four colling birds,

Three french hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree

The Twelve Days of Christmas (continued)

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Nine ladies dancing,

Eight maids a-milking,

Seven swans a-swimming,

Six geese a-laying,

FIVE GOLDEN RINGS.

Four colling birds,

Three french hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Ten drummers drumming,

Nine ladies dancing,

Eight maids a-milking,

Seven swans a-swimming,

Six geese a-laying,

FIVE GOLDEN RINGS.

Four colling birds,

Three french hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Eleven lords a-leaping,

Ten drummers drumming,

Nine ladies dancing,

Eight maids a-milking,

Seven swans a-swimming,

Six geese a-laying,

FIVE GOLDEN RINGS.

Four colling birds,

Three french hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Twelve pipers piping,

Eleven lords a-leaping,

Ten drummers drumming,

Nine ladies dancing,

Eight maids a-milking,

Seven swans a-swimming,

Six geese a-laying,

FIVE GOLDEN RINGS.

Four colling birds,

Three french hens,

Two turtle doves, and

A partridge in a pear tree

Chicken Ala Blues (HOT DOG BLUES)

E Blues- Tom Ball and Kenny Sultan

I used to eat so many hot dogs,

You know I couldnπt look a cold dog in the face

I used to eat so many hot dogs,

You know I couldnπt look a cold dog in the face

Iπd eat some with chili and onions,

You know Iπd eat some with tomato paste

Yeah, but now all I eat is chicken,

And itπs drivinπ me insane

Yeah, now all I eat is chicken,

And itπs drivinπ me insane

You know I eat so many chickens,

Well, it clucks all in my brain!

BREAK

Sunday I had fried chicken, (stop)

Monday I had chicken wings, (stop)

Tuesday I had chicken fricasee, (stop)

Wednesday I had chicken a-la-king, (stop)

Thursday I had chicken giblets, (stop)

Friday I had chicken stew, (stop)

Saturday I had scrambled eggs.......and you know thatπs chicken too, oh,

No more hot dogs,

My hot dog days are gone,

You know I eat so many chickens,

Yeah, it clucks all in my bones!

California Girls

The Beach Boys

Well, East Coast girls are hip, I really dig those styles they wear,

And the Southern girls, with the way they talk,

They knock me out when Iπm down there

The Midwest farmerπs daughters really makes you feel all right

And Northern girls, with the way they kiss,

They keep their boyfriends warm at night

CHORUS:

I wish they all could be California, wish they all could be California,

Wish they all could be California girls

Well, the west coast has the sunshine, and the girls all get so tan

I dig a French bikini on Hawaiian Island-dolls

By a palm tree in the sand

Iπve been all around this great big world, and Iπve seen all kinds of girls

But I canπt wait to get back to the states,

Back to the cutest girls in the world

CHORUS:

Country Roads

John Denver

Almost Heaven, West Virginia

Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River

Life is old there, older than the trees,

Younger than the mountains, flowing like a breeze

CHORUS:

Country roads, take me home

To the place I belong

West Virginia, mountain mama,

Take me home, country roads

All my memories, gather åround her

Minerπs lady, stranger to blue water

Dark and dusty, painted on the sky

Misty taste of moonlight, teardrop in my eye

CHORUS:

I hear her voice, in the morning hours she calls me

Radio reminds me of my home, far away

And driving down the road I get a feeling that

I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

CHORUS:

COLOURS

Donovan

Yellow is the color of my true loveπs hair

In the morninπ when we rise,

In the morninπ when we rise

Thatπs the time, thatπs the time- I love the best

Blue is the color of the sky

In the morninπ when we rise,

In the morninπ when we rise

Thatπs the time, thatπs the time- I love the best

Green is the color of the sparklinπ corn

In the morninπ when we rise,

In the morninπ when we rise

Thatπs the time, thatπs the time- I love the best

Mellow is a feelinπ that I get

When I see her, uh-huh

When I see her, uh-huh

Thatπs the time, thatπs the time- I love the best

Freedom is a word I rarely use

Without thinkinπ, uh-huh

Without thinkinπ, uh-huh

åBout the times, åbout the times when Iπve been lost

A CHILD'S CLAIM TO FAME

Buffalo Springfield- G

There goes another day, and I wonder why

You and I, keep tellin' lies

(G run- between each verse)

Can't believe what you say, cause tomorrow's lullaby

Can't pacify, my lonesome cry babe

Make-believe is all you know, and make-believe is a game

A child's fame, you've changed your name

There goes another day, and I wonder why

You and I, keep tellin' lies

CALL OF THE ROAD

as sung by Doc Watson

When I was a boy, I had to know

What I would find, just over the hill

And while still a lad, I had to go

And so you see, I'm rambling still

(Instrumental break)

Life's golden cup, was filled for me

With happiness, in measures untold

But I left the one, who cared for me

A treasure worth so much more than gold

(Instrumental break)

Young men that roam, take heed to this

The call of the road can be so unkind

It will lead you on, like a fickle kiss

And a wasted life is all you'll ever find

THE CITY OF NEW ORLEANS

Steve Goodman, as sung by Arlo Guthrie

Ridin' on the "City of New Orleans"

Illinois Central, Monday morning rail

Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders

Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey

The train pulls out at Kankikee

And rolls along past houses, farms, and fields

Passing trains that have no name

And freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

CHORUS:

Good morning America, how are you?

Say, don't you know me- I'm your native son

I'm your train they call the "City of New Orleans"

I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin' card games with the old man in the club car

Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score

Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

Feel the wheels, rumblin' 'neath the floor

And the sons of coal-men, porters,

And the sons of engineers

Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel

Mothers with their babes asleep

Rockin' to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

CHORUS

Nighttime on the "City of New Orleans"

Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee

Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'

Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea

But all the towns and people seem

To fade into a bad dream

And the steel rails still ain't heard the news

The conductor sings his songs again

"The passengers will please re-train",

This train got the disappearin' railroad blues

CHORUS:

Singin', Goodnight, America, how are you?

etc.

CASH ON THE BARRELHEAD

as sung by Nashville Bluegrass Band

I got in a little trouble, at the county seat

Lord, they put me in the jailhouse, for loafing on the street

When the judge heard the verdict, he said, ≥Youπre guilty, manä

Gimmee forty-five dollars, or thirty days in the canä

(CHORUS)

Thatπll be cash on the barrelhead, son

Not part, not half, the entire sum

No money down, no credit plan

Gimmee cash on the barrelhead, Iπm a busy man≤

Found a telephone number, on a laundry slip

I had a good-hearted jailer, with a six-gun hip

He let me call long distance, she said, ≥Number please≤,

Just as soon as I told her, she shouted back at meä..

≥Thatπll be cash on the barrelhead, son

Not part, not half, the entire sum

No money down, no credit plan

åCause a little bird told me youπre a travelinπ man≤

Thirty days in the jailhouse, four days on the road,

I was feelinπ mighty hungry, my feetπs a heavy load

Saw a Greyhound coming, stuck out my thumb,

Just as soon as I sat down, the driver caught my armä

≥Thatπll be cash on the barrelhead, son

This old Grey Dog gets paid to run

When the engine starts, and the wheels go åround

Gimmee cash on the barrelhead, Iπll take you down the road

CRYING MY HEART OUT OVER YOU

as sung by Ricky Scaggs

Off somewhere the musicπs playing soft and low

And another holds the one the one that I love so

I was blind I could not see, that she meant the world to me

And like a fool I stood and watched her go

CHORUS

Now Iπm crying my heart out over you

Those blue eyes now they smile at someone new

Ever since you went away, I die a little more each day

åCause Iπm crying my heart out over you

Each night I climb the stairs up to my room

It seems I hear you whisper in the gloom

I miss your picture on the wall, and your footsteps in the hall

While Iπm crying my heart out over you

CHORUS

Now Iπm crying my heart out over you

Those blue eyes now they smile at someone new

Ever since you went away, I die a little more each day

åCause Iπm crying my heart out over you

CASTLES IN THE AIR

Don McLean

And if she asks you why,

You can tell her that I told you that Iπm tired

Of castles in the airä..Iπve got a dream

I want the world to share, and castle walls

Just lead me to despair

Hills of forest green,

Where the mountains touch the sky, a dream come true,

Iπll live there åtil I dieä..Iπm asking you

To say my last goodbye, the love we knew

Ainπt worth another try

REFRAIN:

Save me from all the trouble and the pain,

I know Iπm weak, but I canπt face that girl again

Tell her the reasons why I canπt remain,

Perhaps sheπll understand, if you tell it to her plain

But how can words express

The feel of sunlight in the morning in the hills,

Away from city strifeä.I need a

Country woman for my wife, Iπm city-born,

But I love the country life

For I will not be a part

Of her cocktail generation, partners waltz,

Devoid of all romanceä.. the music plays

And everyone must dance, Iπm bowing out,

I need a second chance

REFRAIN

And if she asks you why,

You can tell her that I told you that Iπm tired

Of castles in the airä..Iπve got a dream

I want the world to share, and castle walls

Just lead me to despair

Car Car (Riding In My Car)
Words & Music: Woody Guthrie         (1954)

Intro:
C                                    |G7
Brrrm   brm brm brm brm brm brm brrrm b'brrrm
G7                                    |C                                                
Brrrm   brrm       brm brm brm brm brrrm b'brrrm
C                                    |F
Brrrm   brm brm brm brm brm brm brrrm b'brrrm
G7                                         |C
Brrrm   brm brm brm brm brm brm b'brrrm

C                    |G7
Take me riding in the car-car,
G7                    |C
Take me riding in the car-car,
C                    |F
Take you riding in mπcar-car,
G7                |C
Riding in mπcar

Click , clack, open up the front door,
Click , clack, open up the back door,
Front door, back door,
Riding in mπcar       

I want to sit in the front seat,
I want to sit in the back seat,
Turn on the key, step on the starter,
Riding in mπcar

Engine it goes brrrm-brrrm,
Engine it goes brrrm-brrrm,
Front seat, back seat, boys and girls,
Riding in mπcar

Trees and houses walk along,
Trees and houses walk along,
Truck and a car and a garbage can,
Take you riding in mπcar

I'm gonna let you blow the horn,
I'm gonna let you blow the horn,
Honk-honk, a-oogah, oogah,
Take you riding in mπcar

I'm gonna ride you home again,
I'm gonna ride you home again,
Brrrm-  brm- brm - rolling home,
Take you riding in mπcar

CHUMP MAN BLUES

Blind Blake (as done by David Bromberg)

Iπ goinπ down to the river, people, and Iπm gonna jump (X2)

I used to be a wise man, but that woman made me a chump

It sure is funny how hard a man can fall (X2)

When he gets to thinkinπ one woman has got it all

Well, my baby throwed me out, I went walkinπ on down the track (X2)

At six oπclock next morninπ I was begginπ her to take me back

She donπt mean me no good but I canπt quit her somehow (X2)

I used to be a wildcat, but that woman is tamed me down

Sheπs not so sweet, people, and sheπs the nagginπ kind

Sheπs really not that pretty, and sheπs the nagginπ kind

But she got a special kind of quiver make a strong man lose his mind

Iπm goinπ to Niagara Falls, people, and Iπm gonna jump

Ainπt gonna take no barrel, Iπm just gonna jump

I used to be a wise man, but that woman made me a chump!

COWGIRL IN THE SAND

Neil Young

(Instrumental figure)

Hello cowgirl in the sand

Is this place at your command?

Can I stay here for a while?...

Can I see your sweet, sweet smile≤?

CHORUS:

Old enough now to change your name,

When so many love you, is it the same?

Itπs the woman in you that makes you want to play this game

(Instrumental tag)

Hello Ruby in the dust,

Has your man begun to rust?

After all the sin weπve had,

I was hoping that weπd turn bad

CHORUS

Hello woman of my dreams,

Is this not the way it seems?

Purple words on a grey background,

To be a woman and to be turned down?

CHORUS

Coffee Blues
Mississippi John Hurt

Spoken over intro. guitar:
≥This is the åCoffee Bluesπä. I likes a certain brandãMaxwell's Houseãit's good till the last drop just like it says on the can. I used to have a girl cookin' a good Maxwell House. She moved away. Some said to Memphis and some said to Leland, but I found her. I wanted her to cook me some good Maxwell's House. You understand, if I can get me just a spoonful of Maxwell's House, do me much good as two or three cups of this other coffeeä.≤

I've got to go to Memphis, bring her back to Leland

I wanna see my baby 'bout a lovin' spoonful

my lovin' spoonful (guitar riff)

Well, I just got to have my lovin' spoonful

(spoken: I found her)

Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am make me my lovinπ spoonful
My lovin' spoonful (guitar riff)
I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful

My baby packed her suitcase and she went away
I couldn't let her stay for my lovin' (guitar riff)
my lovin' spoonful
Well, I just got to have my lovin' (guitar riff)

Well she brought me whiskey, and she brought me tea
Nothinπ satisfies me, man, like my lovinπ spoonful
My lovin' spoonful (guitar riff)
I just got to have my lovin' spoonful

Well, the preacher in the pulpit, jumpin' up and down
He laid his Bible down for his lovin' spoonful
(spoken over guitar riff: Ain't Maxwell House all right?)
Well, I just got to have my lovin' (guitar riff)

Donπt Fence Me In

Cole Porter

Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above,

Donπt fence me in

Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,

Donπt fence me in

Let me be by myself in the eveninπ breeze,

And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,

Send me off forever, but I ask you please,

Donπt fence me in

(BRIDGE)

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle

Underneath the western skies,

On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder

åTill I see the mountains rise,

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences,

Gaze at the moon åtill I lose my senses,

I canπt look at hobbles, and I canπt stand fences,

Donπt fence me in

INSTRUMENTAL

REPEAT ALL OF VERSE AND BRIDGE ABOVE

Donπt Give Your Heart to a Rambler

as sung by Tony Rice

CHORUS:

Donπt fall in love with me darlinπ, Iπm a rambler

Although youπre the sweetest sweetheart in the world

Itπs all for your sake, Dear, that Iπm leavinπ

Donπt give your heart to a rambler, little girl

INSTRUMENTAL

If I ever had the blues, my little darlinπ

Or the lure of the road on my mind

Iπm bound to hear the whistle of a freight train

And the boxcars as they rattle down the line

CHORUS

INSTRUMENTAL

Yes, I handed you a line, and Iπm sorry

Youπre just a little sweeter than the rest

Believe me when I say no more Iπll hurt you

Nor do anything to mar your happiness

CHORUS

Do-Re-Mi

Woody Guthrie

Lots of folks back east, they say, leavinπ home most every day

And beatinπ the hot old dusty way to the California line...

åCross the desert sands they go, gettinπ out of the old dust bowl

They think theyπre goinπ to a sugar bowl, but hereπs what they find

The police at the port of entry say,

≥Youπre number fourteen thousand for today≤, oh...

CHORUS:

If you ainπt got the do-re-mi, boys, you ainπt got the do-re-mi...

You better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee!

California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see,

But believe it or not, you wonπt find it so hot, if you ainπt got the do-re-mi!

If you want to buy a home or farm, that canπt do nobody harm

Or take your vacation by the mountains or the sea

Donπt trade your old cow for a car, better stay right where you are...

Better take this little tip from me

åCause I look through the want ads every day

And the headlines on the papers always say, oh....

CHORUS:

The D-18 Song

As sung by Norman Blake

In a pawn shop in Odessa in the fall of '64

The pawn shop man was leavin', he was lockin' up the door

I ran up just in time, and I hollered through the screen,

"Hey man you got any good guitars in here?" He said, "I've got this D-18"

So I gave him a hundred dollars and I took that sucker home

I cleaned it up and strung it, hit a chord and heard that tone

It was crisp and clear, rich and full, all a guitar ought to be

I said, "Thank you Mr Martin, you made this D-18 for me!"

CHORUS (followed by a break)

I said, "Thank you Mr. Martin, I'm all right

'Cause once again this old guitar helped me through the night

I'm mighty grateful to you, you know how to make 'em right"

I said, "Thank you Mr. Martin, I'm all right!"

If I'm feelin' down and worthless and I haven't got a dime

Wonderin' if I've spent my life just wastin' my time

I pick up that old guitar, some paper and a pen

I say, "Thank you Mr. Martin, you saved my life again!"

I've written songs about my lovers, my family and my friends,

My wife and child, the old home place, and the road that never ends,

Heroes, hobos, rock 'n' roll, and a honkey tonk queen,

I wrote 'em all without exception on my Martin D-18!

CHORUS (followed by a break)

Now it was made way back in '43 when I was just a kid

I believe it's about the best thing Mr. Martin ever did

It plays real good, stays in tune, and it never treats me mean

Thank God for Mr. Martin and that fine old D-18

Now there's your Gallagher, your Gibson, your Goya, Gretsch, and Guild

I've played every kind of guitar that them guitar-makers build

I've played a lot of axes, but the best I've ever seen

Is my funky, beat-up, wonderful old Martin D-18!

CHORUS (repeat last line)

DEAR ABBY

John Prine

Dear Abby, Dear Abby, my feet are too long

My hairπs fallinπ out, and my rights are all wrong

My friends they all tell me theyπre no friends at all

Wonπt you write me a letter, wonπt you give me a call

Signed,.......Bewildered

CHORUS:

Bewildered, Bewildered, you have no complaint

You are what you are, and you ainπt what you ainπt

So listen up, Buster, and listen up good

Stop wishinπ for bad luck and knockinπ on wood

C......D......G

Dear Abby, Dear Abby, my fountain pen leaks

My wife hollers at me, and my kids are all freaks

Every side I get up onπs the wrong side of bed

If it werenπt so expensive, Iπd wish I were dead

Signed,.......Unhappy

CHORUS:

Unhappy, Unhappy, you have no complaint....etc.

Dear Abby, Dear Abby, you wonπt believe this

But my stomach makes noises whenever I kiss

My girlfriend tells me itπs all in my head

But my stomach tells me to write you instead

Signed,.......Noisemaker

CHORUS:

Noisemaker, Noisemaker, you have no complaint....etc.

Dear Abby, Dear Abby, well I never thought

That me and my girlfriend would ever get caught

We were sittinπ in the back seat just shootinπ the breeze

With her hair up in curlers and her pants to her knees

Signed,............Just Married

CHORUS:

Just Married, Just Married, you have no complaint

You are what you are, and you ainπt what you ainπt

So listen up, Buster, and listen up good

Stop wishinπ for bad luck and knockinπ on wood

Signed,............Dear Abby

DUBLIN IN THE RARE AULD TIMES

Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown,

All the passing tales and glories that once was Dublin town

The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children's rhymes,

That once was part of Dublin, in the rare auld times

CHORUS:

Ring-a-ring a-rosie, as the light declines

I remember Dublin city, in the rare auld times

Oh my name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be

Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be

By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy

Like my house that fell to progress, my trade to memory

And I courted Peggy Degnan, as pretty as you please,

Oh a rogue, and a child of Mary, from the rebel libertines

I lost her to a student-lad, with eyes as black as coal,

When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul

CHORUS:

And the years have made me bitter, the drink has dimmed my brain,

For Dublin keeps on changing, and nothing seems the same,

The Metropole and the Pillar are gone, the Royal long-since pulled down,

As the grey unyielding concrete makes a city of my town

So fare-thee-well my Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay

And watch the new glass cages, rise up along the quay

My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes

I'm a part of what was Dublin, in the rare auld times

CHORUS (twice):

DANIEL PRAYED

I heard about a man one day

Who wasted not his time away

He prayed to God................. every morning...noon & night

He prayed to God

He cared not for the things of bail

But trusted God who never failed

Oh Daniel prayed................. every morning...noon & night

Oh Daniel prayed

They cast him in the lions' den

Because he would not honor men

He prayed to God................. every morning...noon & night

He prayed to God

Their jaws were locked, it made them shout

And God soon brought him safely out

Oh Daniel prayed................. every morning...noon & night

Oh Daniel prayed

Oh Daniel served the living God

While here upon this earth he trod

He prayed to God................. every morning...noon & night

He prayed to God

He cared not for the King's decree

But trusted God who'd set him free

Oh Daniel prayed................. every morning...noon & night

Oh Daniel prayed

DANIEL PRAYED (continued)

Now brothers let us watch and pray

Like Daniel live from day to day

He prayed to God................. every morning...noon & night

He prayed to God

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Oh Daniel prayed................. every morning...noon & night

Oh Daniel prayed

Oh Daniel served the living God

While here upon this earth he trod

He prayed to God................. every morning...noon & night

He prayed to God

He cared not for the things of bail

But trusted God who never failed

Oh Daniel prayed................. every morning...noon & night

Oh Daniel prayed

a capella (as done by Doug Dillard, Herb Pedersen, John Hartford, and others)- written by Stanley Bros.

DESOLATION ROW

Bob Dylan

They're selling postcards of the hanging,

They're painting the passports brown

The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town

Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance

One hand is tied to the tightrope walker, the other is in his pants

And the Riot Squad, they're restless, they need somewhere to go

As Lady and I look out tonight from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy,

"It takes one to know one", she smiles

And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis-style

And in comes Romeo, he's moaning,

"You belong to me, I believe"

And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend,

You'd better leave"

And the only sound that's left, after the ambulances go,

Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row

DESOLATION ROW (page 2)

Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hide

The fortune-telling lady has even taken all her things inside

All except for Cain and Abel, and the Hunchback of Notre Dame,

Everybody's making love or else expecting rain

And the Good Samaritan he's dressing,

He's getting ready for the show,

He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row

Ophelia, she's åneath the window, for her I feel so afraid

On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic, she wears an iron vest

Her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness

And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow

She spends her time peeking in to Desolation row

Einstein disguised as Robin Hood, with his memories in a trunk

Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk

Now he looked so immaculately frightful,

As he bummed a cigarette

And he went off sniffing drainpipes, and reciting the alphabet

You would not think to look at him, but he was famous long ago

For playing electric violin on Desolation Row

DESOLATION ROW (page 3)

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world, inside of a leather cup

But all his sexless patients, they are trying to blow it up

Now his nurse, some local loser,

She's in charge of the cyanide-hole

And she also keeps the cards that read,

"Have mercy on his soul"

They all play on the penny whistle, you can hear them blow

If you lean you head out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains,

They're getting ready for the feast

The Phantom of the Opera, in the perfect image of a priest

They are spoon-feeding Casanova,

To get him to feel more assured

Then they'll kill him with self-confidence,

After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls,

"Get outta here if you don't know-

Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row!"

At midnight, all the agents, and the super-human crew

Go out and round up everyone that knows more than they do

Then they bring them to the factory, where the heart attack machine

Is strapped across their shoulders, and then the kerosene

Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go,

Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row

DESOLATION ROW (page 4)

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn

Everybody's shouting, "Which side are you on?"

And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot, fighting in the captain's tower

While Calypso-singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers

Between the windows of the sea, where lovely mermaids flow,

And nobody has to think too much about Desolation Row

Yes I received your letter yesterday,

About the time the doorknob broke

When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke?

All these people that you mention,

Yes I know them, they are quite lame

I had to re-arrange their faces, and give them all another name

Right now, I can't read too good,

Don't send me no more letters, no,

Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row

DOWN BY THE WILLOW GARDEN

As sung by Roy Acuff??

Down by the willow garden where me and my true love did meet

There we sat a-courtinπ, my love fell fast asleep

I had a bottle of Burgundy wine, which my true love did not know

There I murdered that dear little girl, down on the banks below

I drew a saber through her, which was a bloody knife

Threw her in the river, which was a terrible sight

My father often told me that money would set me free

If I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connely

Now he sits in his cabin door wiping his weeping eyes

Now he sees his only son upon the gallows so high

My race is run beneath the sun, Hell is waiting I know

For I did murder that dear little girl down on the banks below

DONπT LET YOUR SWEET LOVE DIE

As sung by Roland White

Donπt let your sweet love die, like flowers in the fall

Donπt take away the smiles and leave the tears

My heart believes in you, please say you love me true,

Donπt leave me now to face the lonely years

I drifted all alone, no one to call my own

And then you came like an angel from the sky

You said weπd never part, donπt leave and break my heart

Be mine alone, donπt let your sweet love die

INSTRU.

When the flowers fade away, theyπll bloom again some day

Will you love me when the rosebuds open wide

Or is your kiss to be, only a memory

I need you so, donπt let your sweet love die

Donπt let your sweet love die, like flowers in the fall

Without you life would be like death to me

Iπve grown so used to you, I canπt believe weπre through,

Donπt leave me now, donπt let your sweet love die

DREAMS

As sung by High Country

I had a dream of you the other night, dear

A dream I couldnπt live in true life, I fear

You talked with an friend of mine so lovingly

Oh God, oh God, a crazy dream, please let it be

Dreams, dreams, of you dear

Tears, tears, are so sincere

Love, love, that I canπt hide

These dreams are breaking down all my pride

The music played, he danced and held you oh so tight

The same way we did when our love was young and bright

Then he kissed you under lights that were so dim

I couldnπt stand to see you there alone with him

Dreams, dreams, of you dear

Tears, tears, are so sincere

Love, love, that I canπt hide

These dreams are breaking down all my pride

I realize a dream is only fantasy

But tell me why these dreams seem so real to me

Every night I have this same old misery

I guess itπs just because of all my jealousy

Dreams, dreams, of you dear

Tears, tears, are so sincere

Love, love, that I canπt hide

These dreams are breaking down all my pride

Don't Bogart Me ≠ by Elliot Ingber

Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.
Roll another one
Just like the other one.
This one's burnt to the end
Come on and be a friend.

Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.

Ro-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oll another one
Just like the other one.
You've been hanging on to it
And I sure would like a hit.

Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.

Drunken Sailor

What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor,

What shall we do with a drunken sailor, ear-lie in the morning?

CHORUS:

Hooray, and up she rises, Hooray and up she rises,

Hooray, and up she rises, ear-lie in the morning

Put him in the long boat åtil heπs sober, etc.

CHORUS

Put him in the bilge and make him drink it, etc.

CHORUS

What shall we do with a drunken sailor, etc.

CHORUS

Shave him on the belly with a rusty razor, etc.

CHORUS

Keel-haul him åtil heπs sober, etc.

CHORUS

Put him in a boat with Maggie Thatcher, etc.

CHORUS

DO RIGHT WOMAN

Dan Penn/Spooner Oldham, as done by Rice, Hillman, Pederson

Take me to heartääand Iπll always love you,

And nobody elseääcan make me do wrong

Take me for granted, leaving love un-shown

Makes will power weakä..and temptation strong

A womanπs only humanää.this you should understand

Sheπs not just a plaything, sheπs flesh and blood, just like a man

CHORUS:

And if you want a do-rightä..all dayääwoman

You gotta be a do-rightä..aaaaall night man

BRIDGE:

They say that itπs a manπs worldääyou canπt prove that by me,

But as long as weπre together, baby, why donπt you show some respect for me

CHORUS:

And if you want a do-rightä..all dayääwoman

You gotta be a do-rightä..aaaaall night man (X2)

(coda) You gotta be a do-rightä..aaaaall night man

THE DARKEST HOUR

Stanley Bros., as done by Emmy Lou and Ricky Scaggs

The sun is slowly sinking,

The day is almost gone,

Still darkness falls all around us,

And we must journey on

CHORUS:

The darkest hour is just before dawn,

The narrow way leads home

Lay down your soul at Jesusπ feet

The darkest hour is just before dawn

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

Like a shepherd out on the mountain

Watchinπ the sheep down below

Heπs coming back to claim us

Will you be ready to go?

CHORUS

(Repeat) The darkest hour is just before dawn

DOWN AND OUT

Jimmy Cox

Once I lived the life of a millionaire- spend my money, hell, I didnπt care

Taking my friends out for a mighty fine time- drink hard liquor, champagne and wine

Then things began to fall so low, didnπt have no money and no place to go

Looked in my pocket and not a penny- as for friends, I didnπt have any

If I get my hands on a dollar again- Iπm gonna squeeze until George Washington grins, causeä

Nobody knows you when youπre down and out

Nobody knows you when youπre (instru.)

BREAK

If I get back on my feet again- everybodyπs going to run around like my long-lost friend, butä.

Nobody knows you when youπre down and out

Nobody knows you when youπre (instru.)

Itπs might strange, without a doubt- mighty strange, but without a doubtä

Nobody knows you when youπre down and out

Nobody knows you when youπre downää.down and out

EAST TEXAS RED Woody Guthrie (Cisco Houston)

Down in the scrub-oak country, to the southeast Texas gulf

There used to ride a brakeman, a brakeman double-tough

He worked the town of Kilgore, and Longview twelve miles down

And the travelers all said little East Texas Red, he was the meanest bull around

If you rode by night or the broad daylight, in the wintery wind or the sun

You would always see little E.T.R. just-a sportinπ his smooth-runninπ gun

And the tale got switched down the mains and stems, and everybody said

That the meanest bull on them shiny irons was that little East Texas Red

It was on a cold and a windy morn, long about nine or ten

A couple of boys on the hunt of a job, they stood in that wintery wind

Hungry and cold, they knocked on the doors of the workinπ people around

For a piece of meat or a carrot or spud just to boil a stew around

Well, E.T.R. come down the line and he swung off that old number two

He kicked their bucket over a bush, and he dumped out all of their stew

And the travelers said, ≥Little E.T.R., you better get your business straight,

åCause youπre gonna ride your little black train just one year from today!≤

Well Red, he laughed and he climbed the bank, and he swung on the side of a wheeler

And the boys caught a tanker to Seminole, then west to Amarillo

They caught them a job of oil field work and they followed a pipe line down

It took them lots of places before that year had rolled around

Then on a cold and a windy morn they caught them a gulf-bound train

They shivered and shook with the dough in their clothes to the scrub-oak flats again

With their warm suits of clothes and their overcoats, they walked into a store

They paid that man for some meat and stuff, just to boil a stew once more

The ties they tracked down that cinder dump and they came to that same old spot

Where East Texas Red, just one year ago, had dumped their last stew pot

The smoke of their fire went higher and higher, and Red come down the line

With his head ducked low in that wintery wind, he waved old Number Nine

He walked on down to the jungle yards, and he came to that same old spot

And there was the same two men again, around that same stew pot

Red went to his knees and he hollered, ≥Please- donπt pull your trigger on me,

I did not get my business straight..≤, but he did not get his say,

A gun wheeled out of an overcoat, and it played that old one-two

And Red was dead when the other two men sat down to eat their stew

EARLY MORNING RAIN

Gordon Lightfoot

(Guitar intro.- one line)

In the early morning rain, with a dollar in my hand

Got an aching in my heart, and my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home, and I miss my darling so

In the early morning rain, with no place to go

Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go

But I'm stuck here on the grass, where the cold winds blow

Well, the liquor tasted good, and the women all were fast

There she goes my friend, oh, she's rollin' now at last

HARMONICA BREAK (whole verse)

Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high

She's away and westward bound, high above the clouds she'll fly

Where the morning rain don't fall, and the sun always shines

She'll be flying o'er my home, in about three hours time

This old airport's got me down, ain't no earthly good to me

Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I can be

You can't jump a jet plane, like you can a freight train

So I'd best be on my way, in the early morning rain

(End tag)

You can't jump a jet plane, like you can a freight train

So I'd best be on my way, in the early morning rain

(Steve sings alone)

Yeah, I'd best be on my way, in the early morning rain

Engine 143

as sung by Joan Baez

Along came the FFV, the swiftest on the line

Runninπ down old C&O road, just twenty minutes behind

Runninπ into Sawville, headquarters on the line

Receiving her strict orders from the station just behind

Georgieπs mother came to him with a bucket on her arm

She said, ≥My darling son, be careful how you run,

Thereπs many a man has lost his life from tryinπ to make lost time

But if you run your engine right, youπll get there just on time≤

Up the track she darted, into a rock she crashed

Upside down the engine turned, and Georgieπs breast is smashed

His face lay against the firebox door, the flames were rollinπ high,

≥Iπm proud to be born for an engineer, on C&O road to die≤

The doctor said to Georgie, ≥My darlinπ boy, be still,

Your life may yet be saved if it is Godπs blessed will≤

≥Oh no≤, cried George, ≥This will not do, Iπd rather die so free,

Iπd rather die for the engine I love, one hundred and forty-three≤

And the doctor said to Georgie, ≥Your life can not be saved≤

Murdered upon a railway, and laid in the lonesome grave

His face was covered up with blood, his eyes they could not see,

And the very last words poor Georgie cried were, ≥Nearer, my God, to thee≤

EIGHT MORE MILES TO LOUISVILLE

as sung by Norman Blake

Iπve traveled oπer this country wide, seeking fortune fair

Iπve been down the two coast lines, Iπve traveled everywhere

From Portland east to Portland west, and back along the line

Iπm going now to the place thatπs best, that old home town of mine

CHORUS

Eight more miles and Louisville will come into my view

Eight more miles on this old road and Iπll never more be blue

I knew some day that Iπd come back, I knew it from the start

Eight more miles to Louisville, the home town of my heart

Thereπs sure to be a girl somewhere that you love best of all

Mine lives down in Louisville, sheπs long and sheπs tall

And sheπs the kind that you canπt find a-ramblinπ through the land

Iπm on my way this very day to win her heart and hand

CHORUS

Eight more miles and Louisville will come into my view

Eight more miles on this old road and Iπll never more be blue

I knew some day that Iπd come back, I knew it from the start

Eight more miles to Louisville, the home town of my heart

Now I can picture in my mind the place weπll call our home

A humble little hut for two, weπll never want to roam

The place thatπs right for that live site is in those Bluegrass hills

Where gently flows the Ohio, by a place called Louisville

CHORUS

Eight more miles and Louisville will come into my view

Eight more miles on this old road and Iπll never more be blue

I knew some day that Iπd come back, I knew it from the start

Eight more miles to Louisville, the home town of my heart

EL PRESO NUMERO NUEVE

as sung by Joan Baez

El preso numero nueve ya lo van a confesar

Esta cerrado en la celda con el cura del penal

Y antes de amanecer, la vida le han de quitar,

Porque mato a su mujer y a un amigo desleal

Dice asi al confesar, ≥Los mate, si senor,

Y si yo vuelvo a nacer yo los vuelvo a matar

Padre no me arrepiento, ni me da miedo la eternidad

Yo se que alla en el cielo el Ser Supremo nos juzgar

Voy a seguir sus pasos, voy a buscarlos al mas alla≤

Ay ay ay ay

El preso numero nueve era hombre y muy cabal
Iba en la noche del duelo, muy contento en su jacal
Pero al mirar a su amor, en brazos de su rival
Ardio en su pecho el rencor, y no se pudo aguantar
Al sonar el clarin se formo el peloton
Y rumbo al paredon se oye al preso decir:

≥Padre no me arrepiento, ni me da miedo la eternidad
Yo se que alla en el cielo el Ser Supremo nos juzgar
Voy a seguir sus pasos, voy a buscarlos al mas alla≤

Recorded by Joan Baez

FOOL FOR A CIGARETTE/FEELIN' GOOD (MEDLEY)
(Sidney Bailey / J.B. Lenoir / Jim Dickinson) 
As sung by Ry Cooder on ≥Paradise & Lunch≤
 
Mmm-mmm-hmmm, I'm fool for a cigarette 
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette 
When you finish choke it, 'cause I wanna smoke it 
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette 
 
Mind when you throw your cigarette 
Mind when you throw your cigarette 
When you've finished choke it, 'cause I wanna smoke it 
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette 
 
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette 
Mmm-mmm-hmmm, I'm fool for a cigarette 
When you've finished choke it 'cause I wanna smoke it 
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette
 
(INSTRUMENTAL)
 
Feelin' good, feelin' good 
All the money in the world spent on feelin' good (Instrumental tag)
 
Well, the wino met me on the street 
He said, "Help me on to some Sneaky' Peteä.
Please, help me brother, I wish you would 
'Cause I feel so bad and I wanna feel good"
 
Feelin' good, feelin' good 
All the money in the world spent on feelin' good (Instrumental tag)
 
Well, you see them folks all dressed so fine 
Dancing, drinking champagne and wine 
They'd pinch your pockets now if they could 
'Cause they ain't doing nothing but feelin' good
 
Feelin' good, feelin' good 
All the money in the world spent on feelin' good (Instrumental tag)
 
Now red, yellow, black or tan,
Makes no difference: a man's a man 
They oughta live together now if they could 
And the whole round world would be feelin' good
 
Feelin' good, feelin' good 
All the money in the world spent onäää feelin' good (Instru. Ending)

Fair and Tender Ladies

as sung by Chris Hillman & the Hillmen

Come all ye fair and tender ladies

Take warning how you court your men

Theyπre like the stars on a summer morning

Theyπll first appear and then theyπre gone

Theyπll tell to you some lovinπ stories

And theyπll make you think that they love you well

And away theyπll go to court some other

And leave you there in grief to dwell

BREAK

Oh, I wish I was on some far mountain

Where the ivy walls are black as ink

Iπd write a letter to my foster mother

Whose cheeks are like the morning mist

Oh, love is handsome, love is charming

And love is pretty while itπs new

But love grows old, and love grows cold

And fades away like morning dew

And fades away like morning dew

(fade out with G-Em, G-Em)

Feel a Whole Lot Better

The Byrds

The reason whyä.I canπt stay on

I gotta let you go, babeä.and run away

After what you did, I canπt stay on

And Iπll probably feel a whole lot better when youπre goneä.

Oh, when youπre gone

Baby, for a long time, you had me believe

Oh, that your love was all mine, and thatπs they way it would be

Oh, but I didnπt knowäthat you were puttinπ me on

And Iπll probably feel a whole lot better when youπre goneä

Oh, when youπre gone

INSTRUMENTAL

Now Iπve got to sayäthat itπs not like before

And Iπm not gonna playä..your games any more

After what you didä.I canπt stay on

And Iπll probably feel a whole lot better when youπre goneä.

Oh, when youπre gone

Oh, when youπre gone

Oh, when youπre gone

FOLLOW THE DRINKINπ GOURD

The Weavers

When the sun comes up and the first quail calls-

Follow the drinkinπ gourd

The old man is a-waitinπ for to carry you to freedom-

Follow the drinkinπ gourd

(CHORUS)

Follow the drinkinπ gourd, you got to follow the drinkinπ gourd

For the old man is a-waitinπ for to carry you to freedom

Follow the drinkinπ gourd

Now the river bankπll make a mighty good road-

The dead trees will show you the way

Left foot, peg foot, travelinπ on-

Follow the drinkinπ gourd

CHORUS:

Oh the river ends between two hills-

Follow the drinkinπ gourd

Thereπs milk and honey on the other side-

Follow the drinkinπ gourd

CHORUS:

FREIGHT TRAIN

Elizabeth Cotton

Instrumental Intro. (one full verse)

Freight train, freight train, goinπ so fast

Freight train, freight train, goinπ so fast

Please donπt tell åem what train Iπm on,

So they wonπt know what route I have gone

Instrumental (one full verse)

BREAK

When I die, please bury me deep

Down at the foot of old Chestnut Street,

So I can hear old Number Nine

As she goes rollinπ down by

Instrumental (one full verse)

FREEBORN MAN

As sung by Tony Rice

(G Chord strum)

(a capella)

I was born down in the southland (big G run)

(a capella)

Twenty-some odd years ago (high end noodling)

(a capella) (strum at speed)

Ran away for the first time, when I was only four years oldä.

REFRAIN

Iπm a freeborn manäämy home is on my back,

I know every inch of highway, every foot of back road,

Every run of railroad track

I got a gal in Cincinnati,

Got a woman in San Antone,

I always loved the girl next door, but any place is homeä.

REFRAIN

BREAK

I got me a Martin guitar (G run),

Carry it in an old tote sack,

I hocked it about two hundred times, but I always got it backä.

REFRAIN

You may not like my appearance,

And you may not like my song,

May not like the way I talk, but youπll like the way Iπm goneä.

REFRAIN

I was born down in the southland

Twenty-some odd years ago

Ran away for the first time, when I was only four years oldä.

REFRAIN

BREAKS UNTIL EVERYONE FAINTS

FARTHER ALONG

as sung by the Kentucky Colonels

CHORUS:

Farther along we'll know all about it

Farther along we'll understand why

Cheer up my brothers, live in the sunshine

We'll understand it all by and by

BREAK

When we see Jesus coming in glory

When he comes from his home in the sky

Then we shall meet him in that bright mansion

We'll understand it all by and by

CHORUS

BREAK

CHORUS

***another verse***

When death has come and taken our loved ones

It leaves our homes so lonely and drearπ

Then we do wonder why other prosper

Living so wicked year after year

THE FUGITIVEπS SONG

Merle Haggard

(as sung by Kentucky Colonels)

I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days

While Mama used to pray my crops would fail

Now I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways:

Outrun the law or spend my life in jail

CHORUS:

I'd like to settle down but they won't let me

A fugitive must be a rolling stone

Down every road there's always one more city

I'm on the run, the highway is my home

I'm lonely but I can't afford the luxury
Of having one I love to come along
She'd only slow me down and they'd catch up with me
For he who travels fastest goes alone

CHORUS:

I'd like to settle down but they won't let me
A fugitive must be a rolling stone
Down every road there's always one more city
I'm on the run, the highway is my home

I'm on the run, the highway is my home

FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW

as sung by Peter Rowan and Muleskinner

Some folks like the summertime when they can walk about

Strollin' through the meadow green, it's pleasant there's no doubt

But give me the wintertime, when the snow is on the ground

For I found her when the snow lay on the ground

CHORUS:

I traced her little footprints in the snow

I found her little footprints in the snow, Lord

I bless that happy day that Nellie lost her way

For I found her when the snow lay on the ground

BREAK

I dropped in to see her, there was a big round moon

Her momma said she just stepped out but that she'd be returnin' soon

I found her little footprints and I traced them thru the snow

Oh, I found her when the snow lay on the ground

CHORUS:

BREAK

Now she's up in Heaven, she's with the angel band

I know I'm gonna see her in that happy land

Every time the snow falls it brings back memories

For I found her when the snow lay on the ground

CHORUS:

FIXINπ TO DIE RAG

as sung by Country Joe and the Fish

Well, come on all of you big strong men,

Uncle Sam needs your help again

Heπs got himself in a terrible jam

Way down yonder in Vietnam

So put down your books and pick up a gun,

Gonna have a whole lot of fun

CHORUS:

And itπs one, two, three, what are we fightinπ for?

Donπt ask me, I donπt give a damn, next stop is Vietnam

And itπs five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates

Oh, there ainπt no time to wonder why, whoopeee, weπre all gonna die!

Well, come on mothers across the land

Pack your boys off to Vietnam

Come on fathers, donπt hesitate

Send åem off, before itπs too late

You want to be the first one on your block

To have your boy come home in a box!

CHORUS

Now, come on senators, donπt lose soul,

Man this war is solid gold

Plenty good money, to be made

Supplyinπ the Army with the tools of its trade

Just hope and pray that when they drop the bomb,

They drop it on the Viet Cong!

CHORUS

FOREVER YOUNG

Bob Dylan

May God bless and keep you always,

May your wishes all come true

May you always do for others,

And let others do for you

May you build a ladder to the stars

And climb on every rung,

And may you stayä.forever young

CHORUS:

Forever young, forever young,

May you stayä..forever young

May you grow up to be righteous,

May you grow up to be true

May you always know the truth,

And see the light surrounding you

May you always be courageous,

Stand upright and be strong,

And may you stayä.forever young

CHORUS

May your hands always be busy,

May your feet always be swift

May you have a strong foundation

When the winds of changes shift

May your heart always be joyful,

May your song always be sung

And may you stayä.forever young

CHORUS

GONNA LAY DOWN MY OLD GUITAR

As done by Norman Blake and Tony Rice

Instru. Intro.

CHORUS:

Gonna lay down my old guitar

Lay down my old guitar

Wish I could tie it to my side

And take it along with me

Iπm sick in a lonesome bed

Sick in a lonesome bed

Thereπs no one to bind my achinπ head

And Iπm sick in a lonesome bed

CHORUS

Instru. Break

Thereπs no one to cry for me

No one to cry for me

I drifted so far away, donπt you see,

Now thereπs no one to cry for me

CHORUS

Instru. Break

Well, Iπm tellinπ this world goodbye

Tellinπ this world goodbye

Iπm tellinπ this world, and my dear little girl,

Tellinπ them all goodbye

CHORUS

Instru. Break

CHORUS

GIVE IRELAND BACK TO THE IRISH

Paul McCartney

CHORUS:

Give Ireland back to the Irish

Donπt make them have to take it away

Give Ireland back to the Irish

Make Ireland Irish today

v.1 Great Britain, you are tremendous, nobody knows like me

But really, what are you doing in that land across the sea?

Tell me- how would you like it, if on your way to work

You were stopped by Irish soldiers?

Would you lie downädo nothingä.

Would you give inä.who can say????

CHORUS

v.2 Great Britain and all the people say that people must be free

And meanwhile, back in Ireland, there's a man who looks like me

And he dreams of God and country, and he's feelin' really bad

And he's sittin' in a prison

Say, should he lie downä.do nothingä

Should he give inä. or go mad???

CHORUS

(repeat chorus; ending series of chords= D-Bm-G-Bm-G-D)

GRANDMAπS FEATHER BED

Jim Connor, as sung by John Denver

When I was a little-bitty boy, just up off of the floor

We used to go down to Grandmaπs house, every month-end or so

Weπd have chicken pie and country ham, and homemade butter on the bread

But the best darn thing about Grandmaπs house was her great big feather bed

CHORUS:

It was nine feet tall and six feet wide and soft as a downy chick

It was made from the feathers of forty-πleven geese,

Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick

And itπd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed

We didnπt get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandmaπs feather bed

After supper weπd sit around the fire, the old folksπd spit and chew

Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and Grannieπd sing a ballad or two

Iπd sit and listen and watch the fire åtill the cobwebs filled my head

Next thing Iπd know Iπd wake up in the morning in the middle of the old feather bed

CHORUS:

Now, I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too

Iπve been fishinπ with my uncle, rassled with my cousin,

I even kissed Aunt Lou.....eeeeew!

But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said

Iπd trade åem all plus the gal down the road for Grandmaπs feather bed

Yeah, Iπd trade åem all plus the gal down the road.... for Grandmaπs feather bed!

CHORUS:

GALWAY BAY

Arthur Colahan

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,

Then maybe at the closing of the day

You will sit and watch the moon rise over Cladagh

And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay

For the breezes blowing oπer the sea to Ireland

Are perfumed by the heather as they blow,

And the women in the uplands digging praties

Speak a language that the strangers do not know

For the strangers tried to come and teach us their way,

They scorned us just for being what we are

But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams

Or light a penny candle from a star

And if there is going to be a life hereafter,

And somehow I am sure thereπs going to be,

I shall ask my God to let me make my Heaven

In that dear land across the Irish Sea.

GREENBACK DOLLAR

Hoyt Axton

Some people say Iπm a no-count, others say Iπm no good

But Iπm just a natural-born travelinπ man, doinπ what I think I should,

Oh yeah, doinπ what I think I should

CHORUS:

And I donπt give a damn about a greenback dolllar,

Spend it fast as I can,

For a wailinπ song and a good guitar

The only thing that I understandäpoor boy,

The only thing that I understand

When I was a little baby, my momma she said, ≥Son,

Travel where you will and grow to be a man, and sing what must be sung,

Oh yeah, sing what must be sung≤

CHORUS

Now that Iπm a grown man, Iπve traveled here and there,

I learned that a bottle of brandy and a song are the only ones who care,

Oh yeah, the only ones who care

CHORUS

Some people say Iπm a no-count, others say Iπm no good

But Iπm just a natural-born travelinπ man, doinπ what I think I should,

Oh yeah, doinπ what I think I should

CHORUS

GRANDPAπS ADVICE

Adie Grey

I remember Sunday drivinπ in my Grandpaπs car

Old songs on the radio, the smell of his cigar,

Everybodyπd honk at him because heπd drive so slow

Heπd just laugh and tell me, ≥Kid, hereπs something you should knowä≤

CHORUS:

Theyπre all jerks- when youπre out here on your own

Just assume that everybody else is half-asleep or stoned,

Theyπre all jerks- not a one knows how to drive

So ya gotta pay attention, to make it home alive

Iπll give you my philosophy, I guarantee it works,

Repeat it after me kid, åTheyπre all jerks!π

(3 chords)

He said, ≥Theyπll let any fool with money buy himself a car,

And you can get a license here however dumb you are

Oh, they all turn into hot rods when they slide behind the wheel

When you get old enough to drive, remember, hereπs the dealä≤

CHORUS:

(3 chords)

Twenty-five years later Iπve got children of my own,

And I do all the drivinπ between school and job and home

Sometimes on the weekends we head out for the beach

And with the kids strapped in the back seat, now itπs my turn to teach

So, every time Iπm cut off by some wise guy in a truck

Or some hero in a sports car, whoπs gotta push his luck

I donπt get scared or angry, I just sing this little song,

It always cheers me up to hear my children sing along

CHORUS:

(drunk or on the phone)

Ginseng Sullivan

Norman Blake

About three miles from the batelle yard, at the riverπs curve on down

Not far south of the town depot, Sullivanπs shack was found

Back on the higher ground

You could see him every day, walkinπ down the line

With an old brown sack across his back, and his long hair down behind

Speakinπ his worried mind

CHORUS:

Itπs a long way from the delta to the North Georgia hills,

And a tote-sack full of Ginseng wonπt pay no travelinπ bills

And Iπm too old to ride the rails and bum the road alone

So I guess Iπll never make it back to home

My muddy-water Mississippi delta home

The winters here, they get too cold, the damp it makes me ill,

Canπt dig no roots on the mountainside, with the ground froze hard and still,

Gotta stay at the foot of the hill

But next summer if things turn right, companies will pay high,

Iπll make enough money to pay my bills, and bid these mountains goodbye

Then he said with a sigh,

CHORUS:

The Girl I Left in Sunny Tennessee

(Norman Blake?)

On one morning bright and clear to my old home I drew near,

Just a village down in sunny Tennessee,

I was speeding on a train that would bring me back again

To the girl I left in sunny Tennessee

It was but a few short yearsä since I kissed away her tears,

As I left her by my dear old Motherπs side

And each day weπve been apartä. sheπs grown dearer to my heart

And tonight Iπd ask of her to be my bride

CHORUS:

I could hear the voices singing, as she bid farewell to me

Far across those fields of cotton, my old homestead I could see

As the moon rose in its glory, then I told my saddest story

Of the girl I left in sunny Tennessee

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

As the train drew up at last, old familiar scenes I passed,

And I kissed my mother at the station door

But kind friends that gathered åroundä. tears on every face I found

And I missed the one that Iåd been searching for

I just whispered, ≥Mother dear, where is Mary, sheπs not here≤,

All the world seemed dark and sadness came to me,

For she pointed to the spot in the little churchyard lot

Where my sweetheart sleeps in sunny Tennessee

CHORUS

Green Green, Rocky Road

(P.D.- Van Ronk version)

Instru. Intro.- (1) verse

When I go down to Baltimore

Need no pallet on my floor

Come along and go with me

Weπll go down to Gallilee

CHORUS:

Red, green, rocky road

Promenade in green

Tell me who yπall love,

Tell me who yπall love

(Instru.)

See that crow flyinπ in the sky

He donπt crow, no, he donπt fly

He canπt walk, no, he canπt run

Just black paint splattered on the sun

CHORUS

Little Miss Jane runninπ to the ball

Donπt you stumble, donπt you fall

Donπt you sing, no, donπt you shout

When I call, come runninπ out

CHORUS

(Instru.)

Hooka tooka soda cracker

Does your mama chaw tobacco

If your mama chaw tobacco

Hooka tooka my soda cracker

CHORUS

When I go down to Baltimore

Need no pallet on my floor

Come along and go with me

Weπll go down to Gallilee

CHORUS

(Instru.)

(Ghost) Riders in the Sky

(Stan Jones, as done by Riders in the Sky)

An old cowpoke went ridinπ out one dark and windy day

Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way

When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw

A-ploughinπ through the ragged skies, and up a cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel,

Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel,

A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky

For he saw the riders cominπ hard, and he heard their mournful cry

CHORUS:

≥Yi-pi-yi-yayääyi-pi-yi-yoää.≤

Ghost herd in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat,

Theyπre ridinπ hard to catch that herd, but they ainπt caught åem yet

åCause theyπve got to ride forever on that range up in the sky

On horses snortinπ fireä..as they ride on hear them cry

CHORUS:

≥Yi-pi-yi-yayääyi-pi-yi-yoää.≤

Ghost riders in the sky

As the riders loped on by him and he heard one call his name,

≥If you want to save your soul from Hell aπridinπ on our range,

Then cowboy, change your ways today, or with us you will ride

Tryinπ to catch the Devilπs herd, across these endless skies!≤

CHORUS (X2):

≥Yi-pi-yi-yayääyi-pi-yi-yoää.≤

Ghost riders in the sky

HELLO, MARY LOU

Gene Pitney, as sung by Ricky Nelson

You passed me by one sunny day

Flashed those big brown eyes my way

And oooh, I wanted you forever more

Now Iπm not one that gets around,

Swear my feet stuck to the ground,

And though I never did meet you beforeä.I said,

CHORUS:

≥Hey, Hey, Hello, Mary Lou- goodbye heart

Sweet Mary Lou, Iπm so in love with you≤

I knew, Mary Lou, weπd never part

So Hello, Mary Lou, goodbye heart

I saw your lips, I heard your voice,

Believe me, I just had no choice

Wild horses couldnπt make me stay away

I thought about a moonlit night,

Arms around you good and tight

Thatπs all I had to see for me to sayä.

CHORUS:

(repeat last line twice)

HANDY MAN

as sung by James Taylor

(Intro.)

Come-a, come-a, come-a, come-a, come-come, a-yeah,

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey girls, gather åround....listen to what Iπm puttinπ down

Hey baby, Iπm your handyman

Iπm not the kind to use a pencil or rule....Iπm handy with love and Iπm no fool,

I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can

If your broken heart should need repair, I am the man to see

I whisper sweet things, youπll tell all your friends,

Theyπll come runninπ to me....ee....ee...ee...

Here is the main thing that I want to say

Iπm busy twenty-four hours a day

I fix broken hearts, baby, Iπm your handyman

Come-a, come-a, come-a, come-a, come-come, a-yeah,

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Come-a, come-a, come-a, come-a, come-come, a-yeah,

Theyπll come runninπ to me....ee....ee...ee...

Here is the main thing that I want to say

Iπm busy twenty-four hours a day

I fix broken hearts, baby, Iπm your handyman

Come-a, come-a, come-a, come-a, come-come, a-yeah,

Yeah, yeah, yeah

HOW SWEET IT IS

As sung by James Taylor

How sweet it is to be loved by you

I needed the shelter of someoneπs arms.... and there you were

I needed someone to understand my ups and downs.... and there you were

With sweet love and devotion, deeply touching my emotion

I want to stop.... and thank you, baby

I just want to stop.... and thank you, baby

CHORUS:

How sweet it is to be loved by you

How sweet it is to be loved by you

I close my eyes at night, wondering where would I be without you in my life

Everything I did was just a bore, everywhere I went, seems Iπve been there before

But you brighten up for me all of my days

Youπre oh so sweet, in so many ways,

I want to stop.... and thank you, baby

I just want to stop.... and thank you, baby

CHORUS:

INSTRUMENTAL (8 bars)

You were better to me than I was to myself

For me thereπs you and there ainπt nobody else

I want to stop.... and thank you, baby

I just want to stop.... and thank you, baby

CHORUS:

HERE COMEπS THE SUN

George Harrison

Little darling, itπs been a long, cold, lonely winter

Little darling, it feels like years since itπs been clear

CHORUS: Here comes the sun, (doot-n-doo-ee)

Here comes the sun,

And I say, Itπs all right

(run down, then back up, then to A chord hold)

Little darling, the smileπs returning to the faces

Little darling, it seems like years since itπs been here

CHORUS:

(BREAK) Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

(holds on A chord)

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting

Little darling, it feels like years since itπs been clear

CHORUS:

HOME FROM THE FOREST

Gordon Lightfoot, as sung by Tony Rice

Oh the neon lights were flashing and the icy wind did blow

The water seeped into his shoes and the drizzle turned to snow

His eyes were red, his hopes were dead,

And the wine was running low,

And the old man came home.......from the forest

His tears fell on the sidewalk as he stumbled on the street

A dozen faces stopped to stare, but no one stopped to speak

For his castle was a hallway,

And the bottle his only friend

And the old man stumbled in.......from the forest

BREAK

Up a dark and dingy stairway the old man made his way

His ragged coat around him as upon his cot he lay

And he wondered how it happened

That he ended up this way

Getting lost like a fool.......in the forest

And as he lay there sleeping a vision did appear

Upon his mantle shining, the face of one so dear

Who loved him in the springtime

Of a long forgotten year

When the wildflowers did bloom........in the forest

BREAK

She touched his grizzled fingers and she called him by his name

And then he heard the joyful sound of children at their games

In an old house on a hillside

In some forgotten town

Where the river runs down......to the forest

With a mighty roar the big jets soar above the canyon stream

And the con men con, but life goes on, for the city never sleeps

And to an old forgotten soldier

The dawn will come no more

For the old man has come home....................................from the forest

HANGMAN

K. Trio- Am, 5th Fret (Dm)

Hangman, hangman, hangman....slack your rope a while

Think I see my father... ridin' many a mile

Father did you bring me silver, father did you bring me gold

Or did you come to see me... hangin' from the gallows bold?

CHORUS

No I didn't bring you no silver....no I didn't bring any gold

I just come to see you...hangin' from the gallows bold

Hangman, hangman, hangman....slack your rope a while

Think I see my brother... ridin' many a mile

Brother did you bring me silver, brother did you bring me gold

Or did you come to see me... hangin' from the gallows bold?

CHORUS

Hangman, hangman, hangman....slack your rope a while

Think I see my mother... ridin' many a mile

Mother did you bring me silver, mother did you bring me gold

Or did you come to see me... hangin' from the gallows bold?

CHORUS

Hangman, hangman, hangman....slack your rope a while

Think I see my sweetheart... ridin' many a mile

Sweetheart did you bring me silver, sweetheart did you bring me gold

Or did you come to see me... hangin' from the gallows bold?

CHORUS

Yes I brought you some silver...yes I brought a little gold

I didn't come to see you...hangin' from the gallows bold

Hangin' from the gallows bold....hangin' from the gallows bold

HITCH-HIKER

Hey won't somebody stop and give a poor boy a ride

The night time will be comin' soon and it's gettin' cold outside

And my hand is getting numb from sticking out my thumb

But if I can just keep moving, then I'll be satisfied....

CHORUS:

...cause I'm a hitch-hiker, I'm a boy without a home

A suitcase and my old guitar are the only things I own

And though I've tried to settle downä in many a little town

The only time I'm happy is when I'm ramblin' 'round

You might find me on a freeway or on Route 66

With nothing in my pockets but my old guitar picks

And I'll be glad to sing a song if you'll just...take me along

But if you don't like my singin' we can just talk politics.....

CHORUS:

I started in my rambling ways about ten years ago

To try to learn about the things that every man should know

But the more that I see the more I'm wantin' to be free

To settle down dissatisfied ain't good enough for me....

CHORUS:

(from the Blue Velvet Band: Jim Rooney, Bill Keith, Richard Greene, etc.)

HOMELESS BROTHER

Don McLean

I was walkin' by the graveyard late last Friday night

I heard somebody yellin', it sounded like a fight

It was just a drunken hobo dancin' circles in the night

Pourin' whiskey on the gravestones in the blue moonlight

How often have I wondered where these homeless brothers go,

Down in some hidden valley where their sorrows cannot show

Where the Police cannot find them, where the wanted man can go

There's freedom when you're walkin' even though you're walkin' slow

CHORUS:

Smash your bottle on the gravestone and live while you can,

That homeless brother is my friend

It's hard to be a packrat, it's hard to be a Bo

But livin's so much harder where the heartless people go

Somewhere the dogs are barking, and the children seem to know

That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo

And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hills

And they see his ragged tatters as another kind of frill

And they envy him the sunlight, and they pity him the chill,

And they're sad to do their livin' for some other kind of thrill

CHORUS:

HOMELESS BROTHER (continued)

Ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night

The Whitman-wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light

Children have grown older, and the cops have gripped us tight

There's no spot 'round the melting pot for free men in their flight

And you who live on promises and prosper as you please,

The victim of your riches often dies of your disease

He can't hear the factory whistle, just the lonesome freight train's wheels

He's livin' on good fortune, he's not dyin' on his knees

CHORUS:

THE HARVEST

Peter Rowan

I wandered today on the hill, Mother

Where we played when I was young

And I gazed at our home place below, Mother

And I sang all the songs we once sung

And I heard the children singin', Mother

In the schoolyard just three miles away

And the wind in the trees, oh it whispered to me

Like a song in a dream it did say,

CHORUS:

Come home now, the harvest is ready

The fruit is ripe and waiting to fall

Where the whippoorwill sings, and the melody rings

In the wind through the pine trees so tall

Just outside our own garden wall

(YODEL)

Now the apples hang full on the bough, Mother

And the meadows of summer are green

And the corn blossoms dance in the breeze, Mother

As I lay down to rest by the stream

CHORUS:

(YODEL)

HAND ME DOWN MY WALKIN' CANE

as sung by Norman Blake

I got high, Lord I got in jail

Well I got high, Lord I got in jail

I got high and I got in jail,

Had nobody for to go my bail

My sins they have overtaken me

CHORUS:

Hand me down my walkin' cane

Lord hand me down my walkin' cane

Hand me down my walkin' cane,

I'm-a-gonna leave on the mornin' train

My sins they have overtaken me

BREAK

Well the beans was tough, and the meat was fat

Oh the beans was tough, and the meat was fat

Well the beans was tough and the meat was fat,

Oh good God I couldn't eat that

My sins they have overtaken me

CHORUS:

BREAK

Well if I die in Tennessee

Lord if I die in Tennessee

Well if I die in Tennessee

Ship me back by C O D,

My sins they have overtaken me

Well come on Mom and go my bail

It's come on Mom and go my bail

Come on Momma and go my bail

Get me outta this Nashville jail

My sins they have overtaken me

BREAK

CHORUS:

THE HOBO SONG

as sung by Peter Rowan

Too late to feel sorrow, too late to feel pain

He's just an old hobo, and he's lost out in the rain

He'll never cause trouble, so don't have no fear

He's just an old hobo, and he'll soon be far away from here

CHORUS:

He used to be a gamblin' man, just like you

Until he sank so low there was nothin' no one could do

Don't make him ask you, don't make him beg

He was a war hero, and that's how he hurt his leg

Though he killed thirty injuns, with one cannonball

Now he's just an old hobo, asleep out in the hall

CHORUS:

BREAK: Stan (1^st half verse)/ Stan with Marty (2^nd half verse)/ Marty with Vince (chorus melody)

His wife and five children, who live in L.A.,

Oh they miss their dear daddy, who's gone so far away

But they still have his picture, hung on the wall

Now he's just an old hobo, asleep out in the hall

CHORUS: (twice)

HOW LONG

Mark Knopfler

How long, how long Baby, how long has it been

How long you gonna keep me wonderin'

How long before you see, stalling me was wrong

How long?

How long, how long you gonna keep slappin' my hands away

How long you gonna keep my love at bay

How long before you're sure, my love is strong

How long?

INSTRUMENTAL

How long, how long you gonna keep tellin' me you like me fine

How long until I'm gonna make you mine

How long before you wake up, find your good man gone

How long?

Gone.........how long?

Gone.........how long?

LOTS OF INSTRUMENTAL

HARVEST

Neil Young

Did I see you down in a young girlπs town

With your mother in so much pain?

I was almost there at the top of the stairs

With her screaminπ in the rain

CHORUS:

Did she wake you up to tell you that

It was only a change of plan?

Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup

With the promise of a man

Did I see you walking with the boys,

Though it was not hand-in-hand,

And with some dark face in a lonely place

When you could understand?

CHORUS

BREAK

Will I see you give more than I can take,

Will I only harvest some?

As the days fly past will we lose our grasp,

Or fuse it in the sun?

CHORUS

(ä. End) Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup

With the promise of a man

Hotel California

(Instru. intro.)

Bm F#

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

A E

Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air

G D

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

Em

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

F#

I had to stop for the night

Bm F#

There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell

A E

I was thinking to myself this could be heaven or this could be hell

G D

Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way

Em F#

There were voices down the corridor, thought I heard them saa-ayä.

CHORUS

G D

Welcome to the Hotel California

Em Bm7

Such a lovely place, such a lovely face

G D

(1)Plenty of room at the Hotel California

(2)They livin' it up at the Hotel California

Em F#

(1)Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

(2)What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) bring your alibis

Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes bends

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boysä.. she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyardä. sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain, "Please bring me my wine"

And he said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine"

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night, just to hear them say

CHORUS (with ending 2)

Mirrors on the ceiling, and pink champagne on ice

And she said, "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"

And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back to the place I was before

"Relax" said the Night-man, "We are programmed to receive"

"You can check out anytime you likeä. but you can never leave"

(Instrumental and fade)

Chords used:

E A D G B e

+-----------+

Bm 2 2 4 4 3 2 bar at 2nd or x x 4 4 3 2

Bm7 2 2 4 2 3 2 bar at 2nd or x x 4 2 3 2

F# 2 4 4 3 2 2 bar at 2nd or x 4 4 3 2 2

A 0 0 2 2 2 0

E 0 2 2 1 0 0

G 3 2 0 0 0 3

D x 0 0 2 3 2

Em 0 2 2 0 0 0

THE HOBO'S LAST LAMENT

as sung by Doc Watson

Just a mile west of the water tank

On a cold November day

Beside a lonesome boxcar

A dyin' hobo lay

His old pal stood beside him

With a low and drooping head

Listening to the last words

His dyin' buddy said

"Oh I'm goin' to a better land

Where everything is bright

Where the beef stews grow on bushes

And they sleep out every night

And you do not have to work at all

Or even change your socks

And a little stream of whiskey

Comes rollin' down the rocks

"Tell the bunch around Market Street

My face no more they'll view

Tell 'em I caught a fast freight

And I'm a-goin' straight on through

Tell them not to weep for me

No tearful eyes must lurk

For I'm goin' to a better land

Where they hate the word called work

"Hark, I hear her whistlin'

I must catch her on the fly

I would like one more scoop of beer

Once more before I die..."

The hobo stopped, his head fell back,

He'd sung his last refrain

His old pal stole his coat and hat

And caught an east-bound train

HEART OF GOLD

Neil Young

(Guitar intro.)

(Harmonica intro.)

I want to liveä.I want to give

Iπve been a miner for a heart of gold

Itπs these expressions I never give

Keep me searchinπ for a heart of gold

And Iπm gettinπ old

HARMONICA BREAK

Iπve been to HollywoodäIπve been to Redwood

I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold

Itπs been a mind-wind, itπs such a fine line

Keeps me searchinπ for a heart of gold

And Iπm gettingπ old

Keeps me searchinπ for a heart of gold

Keeps me searchinπ for a heart of gold

Iπve been a miner for a heart of gold

Mmmmmm

HOBOπS MEDITATION

Jimmie Rodgers, as sung by Trio

(Guitar intro.)

Last night as I lay on the boxcar

Waiting for a train to pass by

What will become of the hobo

Whenever his time comes to die??

Thereπs a master up yonder in Heaven,

Got a place that we might call our home

Will we have to work for a livingä.

Or can we continue to roam?

CHORUS:

Will there be any freight trains in Heaven?ä

Any boxcars in which we might hideä

Will there be any tough cops or brakemenä

Will they tell us that we cannot ride?

Will the hobo chum with the rich man?ä.

Will we all have some money to spareä.

Will they have respect for the hobo

In that land that lies hidden up there?ä

In that land that lies hidden up there

HARD-HEARTED

Kentucky Colonels

CHORUS:

Hard-hearted, heart breaker, dream stealer, love faker

Hard-hearted, heart breaker, how many hearts have you broken today?

How many hearts have you broken today

How many tears have been shed over you

How many hearts have you caused to go wrong

All because your heart has proved untrue???

CHORUS

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

How many lies have you told to other guys

Just like the ones you told to me???

Some day you will learn that the tide will have to turn,

Just keep on breaking hearts and you will seeä

CHORUS

HARD RAINπS A-GONNA FALL

Bob Dylan

Oh where have you been, my blue-eyed sonäää.

Oh where have you been, my darlinπ young one?

Iπve stumbled on the side of twelve mistly mountains

Iπve walked and Iπve crawled on six crooked highways

Iπve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests

Iπve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans

Iπve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

CHORUS:

And itπs a hardä.itπs a hardä.itπs a hardä..itπs a hard

Itπs a hard rainπs a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed sonää

Oh what did you see, my darlinπ young one?

I saw a newborn babe with wild wolves all around it

Saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

I saw a black branch with blood that kept dripping

Saw a roomful of men with their hammers a-bleedinπ

I saw a white ladder all covered with water

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

CHORUS

Oh, what did you hear, my blue-eyed sonäää

And what did you hear, my darlinπ young one?

I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warning

Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world

Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing

I heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening

I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing

Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

Heard the sound of a clown that cried in the alley

CHORUS

HARD RAINπS A-GONNA FALL (continued)

And who did you meet, my blue-eyed sonä..

And who did you meet, my darlinπ young one?

I met a young child beside a dead pony

I met a white man who walked a black dog

I met a young woman whose body was burning

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow

I met one man who was wounded in love,

I met another man who was wounded in hatred

CHORUS

And whatπll you do now, my blue-eyed sonäää

And whatπll you do now, my darlinπ young one?

Iπm goinπ back out åfore the rain starts a-fallinπ

Iπll walk through the depths of the deepest dark forests

Where the people are many and their hands are all empty

Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters

Where the home in the valley meets the damp, dirty prison

And the executionerπs face is always well-hidden

Where hungry is ugly and souls are forgotten

Where black is the color where none is the number

And Iπll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it

And reflect from the mountains so all souls can see it

And Iπll stand on the ocean until I start sinking

But Iπll know my song well before I start singing

CHORUS

Hallelujah

As sung by Ricky Scaggs and the Whites

CHORUS:

Hallelujah (Iπm ready), Iπm ready (Hallelujah)

I can hear the voices singing soft and low

Hallelujah (Iπm ready), Iπm ready (Hallelujah)

Hallelujah, Iπm ready to go

In the darkness of night, not a star was in sight

On the highway that leads down below

But Jesus came in, and saved us all from sin

Hallellujah, Iπm ready to go

CHORUS

BREAK

Sinners, donπt wait, until itπs too late

Heπs a wonderful savior, you know

Well I fell on my knees, and he answered my pleas

Hallelujah, Iπm ready to go

CHORUS

BREAK

CHORUS

BOLD= Whole group sings

HICKORY WIND

Gram Parsons, as sung by the Byrds

In South Carolinaä.there are many tall pines

I remember the oak treesäthat we used to climb

But now when Iπm lonesome, I always pretend

That Iπm gettingπ the feelä.of hickory wind

I started out youngerä.at most everything

All the riches and pleasures, what else could life bring?

But it makes me feel betteräeach time it begins

Calling me homeä.hickory wind

BREAK

Itπs a hard way to find outä.that trouble is real

In a far-away city, with a far-away feel

But it makes me feel betterä.each time it begins

Calling me homeähickory wind

Keeps calling me homeä..hickory wind