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| 5:11 | 
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Lomax, ledbetter
Yeah... This is a song... was sung by leadbelly and it was written for...his friend... He had a friend named blind lemon... And they used to ride back and forth on a train from somewhere to texas... And I leraned this tune from a record I heard by him Silver city bound I'm silver city bound I'm gonna tell my little baby I'm silver city bound I'm gonna meet blind lemon gonna ride on down Silver city bound I'm silver city bound I'm gonna tell my little baby I'm silver city bound I'm gonna meet blind lemon gonna ride on down Take me by the hand oh babe And lead me to the promises land Take me by the hand oh babe And lead me to the promised land Silver city bound I'm silver city bound I'm gonna tell my little baby I'm silver city bound I'm gonna meet blind lemon gonna ride on down Take me by the hand oh babe And lead me to the promises land Take me by the hand oh babe And lead me to the promised land I'm silver city bound I'm silver city bound I'm gonna tell my little baby I'm silver city bound I'm gonna meet blind lemon gonna ride on down Silver city bound I'm silver city bound I'm gonna tell my little baby I'm silver city bound I'm gonna meet blind lemon gonna ride on down |
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| 2. |
| 5:42 |
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Sebastian Mure
When I was a young girl I used to see pleasure When I was a young girl I used to drink ale Right out of the ale house and into the jail house Right out of the bar room and down to my grave Come mama come papa sit you beside me Come mama come papa and pity my case My poor heart is aching my heart it is breaking My body salve-aided and I'm bound to die Go send for the preacher to come and pray for me Go send for the doctor to heal up my My poor heart is aching my heart it is breaking My body salve-aided and hell is my home I want three young ladies to bear up my coffin I want three young ladies to take me along I want them to carry a bunch of wild roses To put on my body as I pass along One morning one morning in May One morning one morning in May I spy this young lady all clad in white linnen All clad in white linnen cold as a clay When I was a young girl I used to see pleasure When I was a young girl I used to drink ale Right out of the bar room Right out of the ale house and into the jail house Right out of the bar room down to my grave |
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| 3. |
| 4:25 | 
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| 4. |
| 6:08 |
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Traditional
Oh she was a lass from the low country And he was a lord of high degree But she loved him oh so tenderly Oh sorrow sing sorrow Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod No-one knows how she loved him but herself and god One day when the snow was on the mead She passed him by on a milk white steed And she spoke to him low nobody paid no need Oh sorrow sing sorrow Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod No-one knows how she loved him but herself and god Now if you be a lass from the low country Don't love no man of high degree For he don't got a heart or no sympathy Oh sorrow sing sorrow Now she sleeps in the valley where wild flowers nod No-one knows how she loved him but herself and god |
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| 5:28 |
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| 6. |
| 3:27 |
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| 7. |
| 2:23 |
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| 8. |
| 3:06 |
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| 9. |
| 4:08 |
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