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1. |
| 2:08 | ||||
Everybody loves a nut the whole world loves a weirdo
Brains are in a rut but everybody loves a nut [ piano ] There was a hermit named Fred who kept the dead horse in his cave And everyone said to Fred Fred how come you keep a dead horse in your cave and he said well (Everybody loves a nut the whole world loves a weirdo) Brains are in a rut but everybody loves a nut [ piano ] A columbia man named Frank had a tiger named Hank He tried to put Hank in his tank guess what happened to ol' Frank When they picked up the teets there and eyeballs And erected a tombstone that read (Everybody loves a nut... [ piano ] Another Columbia fella told queen Isabella I don't think the world is flat and now what do you think about that And she said you don't and he said no ma'm And she said he'd get out of my queendom and he said yes ma'm (Everybody loves a nut... Everybody loves a nut... |
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2. |
| 2:53 | ||||
There once was a musical troupe
A pickin' singin' folk group They sang the mountain ballads And the folk songs of our land They were long on musical ability Folks thought they would go far But political incompatibility led to their downfall Well, the one on the right was on the left And the one in the middle was on the right And the one on the left was in the middle And the guy in the rear was a Methodist This musical aggregation toured the entire nation Singing the traditional ballads And the folk songs of our land They performed with great virtuosity And soon they were the rage But political animosity prevailed upon the stage Well, the one on the right was on the left And the one in the middle was on the right And the one on the left was in the middle And the guy in the rear burned his driver's license Well the curtain had ascended A hush fell on the crowd As thousands there were gathered to hear The folk songs of our land But they took their politics seriously And that night at the concert hall As the audience watched deliriously They had a free-for-all Well, the one on the right was on the bottom And the one in the middle was on the top And the one on the left got a broken arm And the guy in the rear, said, "Oh dear" Now this should be a lesson if you plan to start a folk group Don't go mixin' politics with the folk songs of our land Just work on harmony and diction Play your banjo well And if you have political convictions keep them to yourself Now, the one on the left works in a bank And the one in the middle drives a truck The one on the right's an all-night deejay And the guy in the rear got drafted |
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3. |
| 4:43 | ||||
[ yodel ]
Man it sure is good to hear you singin' and yodelin' and pickin' again Jack Elliot I been drivin' haulin' load of grain all day long Got about three more hundred miles to go And well I just dropped in to have a cup of coffee friend Yeah I just dropped in to have a cup of coffee friend Don't you offer me none of that whiskey don't need no wine Gotta get that semi down the line Sure good to see you again Jack been a long time now How's Flo you still married to old Flo ain't you ha ha ha Well just coffee thank you thank you very much Whoa whoa well well it will cool it down a little bit what is it man D'you make it yourself I like to hear you yodel Just dropped in to have a cup of coffee friend [ yodel ] Sound good on that man that's the best part right there hope we ain't wakin' up Flo Hey Flo old Flo she's a good 'un boy no I didn't mean nothin' I just you know I knew Flo a long time ago we went to school together you know Well I just dropped in to have a cup of coffee friend Yeah dropped in to have a cup of coffee friend In don't in the glass you gonna pour it in the glass whoa whoa whoa that's enough Man put ice in and it's gonna run over whoa whoa Man you got it all over the tablecloth makin' that stuff yourself If that's what makes you yodel it's good to me Just dropped in to have a cup of coffee friend Dropped in to have a cup of coffee friend Don't give me none of your liquor I don't want no wine Gotta get that semi down the line I gotta haul a load of grain Bout three hundred more miles I gotta get up and get out of here If I can just find my cat my hat get outa here cat darn cat No that's alright I can make it I can make it I can make it alright mama say I can make it leave me alone Whoa stepped right in her flowerbed oh she gonna raise cain tomorrow Where's my truck at cause I thought I had it cross the street Or on this side of the street alright you got an extra room She won't mind okay you sure now put the blanket down around my feet Get me up by six o'clock cause I don't want Flo catch me sleepin' in here Boy she can flat raise your nose ha ha just let my arms hang loose Warm as I can be I wants just to get me up about eight o'clock And I'll have a cup of coffee cause you know Flo too Yeah just dropped in to have a cup of coffee friend Jack yodel for me one more time fore I go to sleep [ yodel ] I sure like to hear you yodel Jack Elliot |
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4. |
| 2:59 | ||||
Now you've heard of folks with a lot of ambition
But I believe just about the biggest case of ambition I ever saw Was in a bug that I saw crawlin' along the beach one day He was a mighty ambitious bug On the beach one early mornin' as a day was newly dawnin' And the sun again was warmin' all the chill thru'out the land I saw me a bug a walkin' and at first I thought he was quakin' Then I found out he was talkin' while he crawled across the sand He was crawlin' mighty straight at a slow but a steady gait And when I asked him to wait he said oh come on crawl with me But I said where you goin' and he said you'll be knowin' For I'm gonna make a showin' and you'll someday see Well I stood there by the ocean I suddenly had the notion That I start this big promotion so this challenge I enfirled said the bug So I gave my wife a hug and I left my confy rug So I could be the only bug that ever crawled around the world Well he seemed mighty small and it was a long way to crawl And I'm sure he couldn't swim at all so I try to discourage my friend I said you know the world is round and there's mighty lotta ground And there some water to be found before you reach your journey's end And he said now don't you fret there's problems to be met But I'll make it you can bet and this deed will bring glory to my name You know they said man would never fly now he's soarin' in the sky Cause he had the will to try so let me win my fame So he crawled on out of sight as he sought that splendoured height Neither lookin' left nor right but slowly marchin' toward his goal And my knowin' he had started on his journey as we parted Kept me from feelin' too down hearted for he was a mighty ambitious soul Well I've looked everywhere I've been and seen a lotta bugs since then But not one quite like my little friend when I think of him I'm filled with pride Did he make it I don't know he was crawlin' mighty slow and he had a long way to go And all I can tell you folks is that he tried he sure was an ambitious bug |
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5. |
| 3:00 | ||||
Twinkle twinkle little star who's the greatest star what are (Waylon)
[ piano - ac.guitar ] Now Waylon is a singer a record sellin' star the ladies love him and his band Oh he sings like a bird and he plays a fine guitar But I doubt that he's a home lovin' man You oughta see his woman she's really a queen he buys her the finest of clothes For you talk about beauties like none you ain't seen When Waylon's gone she lets me know When he's gone a singing I'm gone with his queen spreadin' his money around But if you'll look for me and I can't be seen you'll know that Waylon's back in town [ piano - ac.guitar ] When Waylon's gone a singing I'm wearin' his suit I smoke his imported cigars I like his woman wear out his boots I chauffeur his limousine cars When he's making money he has to stay gone but if you should hear that he's around Go buy his latest record or go see his show help me keep ol' Waylon out of town When Waylon's out singing I'm gone with his queen... Starkle starkle little twink Waylon's the greatest star I think Bring him to your town join his fan club the journal you get the journal every year A dollar is about all is costs don't you dare miss it come see Waylon |
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6. |
| 2:11 | ||||
They had a warrant out for me all over the country
And I was trying to beat the raps in Idaho I was breaking into a schoolhouse Sunday morning without warning When I saw the sheriff coming for me slow from down below His steel grey eyes were blazing when he saw me His hand was on his gun when he rode up He said you killed that woman I know you shot her why'd you do it I'm taking you to Austin then I'm gonna lock you up Well he tied me with a plow line the next morning And he had me deep in Texas the next day A crazy screaming lynch mob waited in the streets of Austin But he put me in the jailhouse and he threw the key away [ ac.guitar ] A jury found me guilty three months later twelve evil men with murder in their eyes They even took me out and said now show us where you killed her And that wicked judge said now I here by sentence you to die But here I am far away from Austin prison my friend the jailer handed me a file Now all I want between me and there are a lot of friendly people And miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles |
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7. |
| 2:10 | ||||
8. |
| 2:43 | ||||
Well I've been from Boston to LA seen Boulder Dam and Frisco Bay
I seen New York City and Washington Seen Montreal and Saskatchewan and Rhode Island And I've worked in three all night service stations and I drove a truck Take me home my heart is heavy and my feet are sore Take me home I don't wanna roam no more Well I slept all night in a water trough Had the flu and the croup and the whoopin' cough Had the mumps and the measles and the seven years itch And I can't count the times that I've had a cold and a sore throat Not to mention all the times that I cut my fingers on a sardine can Take me home my heart is heavy... Well I can just see 'em all now just a gatherin' round Mama's supper table when the sun goes down And my good old pappy when the blessing is said Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas and all that stuff and side meat And a great big hunk of my dear sweet mama's hot buttered cornbread Take me home my heart is heavy... Take me home my heart is heavy... |
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9. |
| 2:57 | ||||
Well I see you got yourself a brand new harmonica
Mail ordered from the Steagal's catalogue Boy I hope you can learn to play it like Lonnie Glossom And while you added you to oughta learn a verse or two Of Red River Valley Oh My Darling Clementine or Salty Dog Oh but please don't play Red River Valley And how about Polly Wolly doodle all day and see You know the only song I ever learned to play on my 2 dollar and 98 cent harmonica That I got from Wayne Raney in Clint Texas C-L-I-N-T Clint Texas was Red River Valley Then she said farewell to my french harp and me [ harmonica ] Well I see you're doin' pretty good on your new harmonica But don't you think you oughta learn about one more tune you know See you hold it like you's gonna eat a handful of popcorn And sometime you suck in and sometimes you blow But friend now please don't play Red River Valley And how about Polly Wolly doodle all day Like I said the only song I ever learnd On my 2 dollar and 98 cent harmonica that I got from Clint Texas From Wayne Raney in Clint Texas was Red River Valley Oh then she said farewell to my french harp and me |
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10. |
| 1:48 | ||||
I'm getting swallowed by a Boa Constrictor
By a Boa Constrictor by a Boa Constrictor I'm getting swallowed by a Boa Constrictor and I don't like snakes one bit What do you know he's swallowed my toe oh gee he's up to my knee Oh my he's up to my thigh oh yummy he's up to my tummy Oh fiddle he's up to my middle oh glum he's mashing my lungs Now look here snake I don't look good with this long tail on me It's all about I can say sneak except give me a break sneak My torso's cold and it's startin' to mould Boa Constrictor how much can you hold Oh yes he's up to my chest oh heck he's up to my neck Nearly all in he's up to my chin oh dread he's swallowed my...excuse me |
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11. |
| 3:09 | ||||
Last time we were here at Folsom Prison
they were hanging Joe Bean Is Joe still here...Joe Bean? Hang the son of a bitch anyways, right? Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning for killing a man in Arkansas Funny thing about it Joe Bean has never been to Arkansas On top of that, Joe Bean never heard of the man In fact, today is Joe Bean's twentieth birthday See through the prison bars Joe Bean, see where the gallows stand Just twenty short years from the day you were born you died by the hangman's hand. Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning for a shooting that he never did He killed 20 men, by the time he was 10, he was an unruly kid. Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean for the one shooting that Joe Bean never did. Well, Joe - your mother is at the Capitol asking the governor for a stay And it's hard on her 'cause she knows where you were, on that particular day You were working Joe Bean, hard working, robbing the Santa Fe. Well, the telegraph wires are humming Here, the governor's words come through He said, "I can't set you free, it's not up to me, but there's much, Joe Bean, I'll do I'll join your mother in extending Birthday greetings to you Happy Birthday, Joe Bean." |