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Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die I met her on the mountain There I took her life Met her on the mountain Stabbed her with my knife Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die This time tomorrow Reckon where I'll be Hadn't-a been for Grayson I'd-a been in Tennessee Well now, boy Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die This time tomorrow Reckon where I'll be Down in some lonesome valley Hangin' from a white oak tree Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die Well now, boy Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die Poor boy, you're bound to die Poor boy, you're bound to die Poor boy, you're bound to die |
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Will Holt
Spoken: A young man goes to Paris, as every young man should. There's something in the air of France that does a young man good. Chorus: On the album, Dave sings the beginning of the chorus in phonetic French. Actual French is as follows: Ah! les fraises et les fromboises et les bon vins (que) nous avons bus. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew. Here's to the girls of the countryside, the ones we drink 'em to. Spoken: Paris nights are warm and fair. The summer winds are soft. A young man finds the face of love in every field and loft. In every field and loft. (Chorus) Spoken: An old man returns to Paris as ev'ry old man must. He finds the winter winds blow cold. His dreams have turned to dust. His dreams have turned to dust. His dreams have turned to dust. Ah! les fraises et les fromboises et les bon vins que nous avons bus. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew. Here's to the girls of the countryside, whom we must bid adieu. |
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We went one day about a month ago (ha ha ha) to have a little fun (ah ha) in Mexico.
We ended up in a gambling spot (ha ha ha) where the liquor flowed and the dice were hot. So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail. So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail. I was shooting dice, raking in the dough (long green) and then I heard a whistle blow. We started to run when a man in blue said, "Senor, come with me 'cause I want you." So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail. So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail. Just five hundred dollars and they'll set us free. I couldn't raise a penny if they threatened me. I know five hundred don't sound like much (cheap), but just try to find somebody to touch. So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail. So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail. So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail. So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail. |
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Jacqueline Steiner/Bess Hawes
Spoken: These are the times that try men's souls. In the course of our nation's history, the people of Boston have rallied bravely whenever the rights of men have been threatened. Today, a new crisis has arisen. The Metropolitan Transit Authority, better known as the M. T. A., is attempting to levy a burdensome tax on the population in the form of a subway fare increase. Citizens, hear me out! This could happen to you! (Eight bar guitar, banjo introduction) Well, let me tell you of the story of a man named Charley on a tragic and fateful day. He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family, went to ride on the M. T. A. Chorus: Well, did he ever return? No, he never returned and his fate is still unknown. (What a pity! Poor ole Charlie. Shame and scandal. He may ride forever. Just like Paul Revere.) He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston. He's the man who never returned. Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square Station and he changed for Jamaica Plain. When he got there the conductor told him, "One more nickel." Charlie couldn't get off of that train. (Chorus) Now, all night long Charlie rides through the station, crying, "What will become of me?!! How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea or my cousin in Rocksbury?" (Chorus) Charlie's wife goes down to the Sculley Square Station every day at quarter past two, And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich as the train comes rumblin' through. (Chorus) Now, you citizens of Boston, don't you think it's a scandal how the people have to pay and pay? Fight the fare increase! Vote for George O'Brien! Get poor Charlie off the M. T. A. (Chorus) He's the man who never returned. He's the man who never returned. E tu, Charlie? |
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It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. I'm worried now...but I won't be worried long. (Bobby:) Got myself a Cadillac, thirty dollars down. Got myself a brand new house five miles out of town. Got myself a gal named Sue, treats me really fine. Yes, she's my baby and I love her all the time. It takes a worried, worried man to sing a worried, worried song. It takes a worried, worried man to sing a worried, worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. I'm worried now...but I won't be worried long. (Nickie:) I've been away on a business trip, travelin' all around. I've got a gal and her name is Sue, prettiest gal in town. She sets my mind to worryin' every time I'm gone. I'll be home tonight...so I won't be worried long! It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. I'm worried now...but I won't be worried long. (Dave:) Well, Bobby's in the living room, holding hands with Sue. Nickie's at that big front door, 'bout to come on through. Well, I'm here in the closet. Oh, Lord, what shall I do? We're worried now but we won't be worried long. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. I'm worried now...but I won't be worried long. |
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Coo coo u, I think coo coo, coo, coo coo, u. (Repeat)
How did you get so coo coo? How did you? (Repeat) They say that it's a fact that your head is cracked. (Ya tambien somos locos.) Well, I know it's true. You are coo coo, too. (Ya tambien somos locos.) Once again I said you have lost your head. (Ya tambien somos locas.) Since your ego's curbed, you are too disturbed. (Ya tambiem somos locas.) How did you get so coo coo? How did you? (Repeat) You are paranoid and your head is void. (Ya tambien somos locos.) Since your wig is flipped your skull's come unzipped. (Ya tambien somos locos.) How did you get so coo coo? How did you? (Repeat) |
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Jane Bowers/Irving Burgess
Aye, Torero, she is here. Aye, matador. I feel her eyes. They are wide with excitement and fear. I feel her heart for it cries when the horns are too near. I will bold, brave, and swift will I be and I will be numero uno, torero fino. She'll dream tonight of me. Chorus: Ole, ole, ole! (Husted!) Viva el matador! Ole, ole, ole! (Venga!) Viva el matador! Aye, Torero, she is here. Aye, matador. I see her smile and I see there the reason she came. Toro, come closer. Come here and I'll whisper her name. You may be brave and as bold as you're black, but I will be numero uno, torero fino, toro come back. Chorus) Toro, aqui. Closer, closer, closer. |
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Harlan Howard
He was born and raised around Jacksonville. A nice young man, not the kind to kill. But a jealous fight and a flashing blade sent him on the run to the Everglades. Runnin' like a dog through the Everglades. Now, the posse went in and they came back out. They said he'll die and there ain't no doubt. It's an eye for an eye so the debt is paid. He won't last long in the Everglades. A man can't live in the Everglades. Chorus: Where a man can hide and never be found and have no fear of the bayin' hounds. But he better keep movin' and don't stand still. If the 'skeeters don't get then the 'gaters will. Runnin' like a dog through the Everglades. (Last time - Skippin' like a frog through the slimy bog. Runnin' through the trees from the Everlys.) Now, the years went by and his girl was wed. His fam'ly gave him up for dead. But now and then the natives would say they'd seen him runnin' through the Everglades. Now, he never heard the news on the radio. He was deep in the 'glades so he'll never know. His runnin' and hidin' didn't make much sense for the jury had ruled it was self-defense. Running like a dog through the Everglades. (Chorus) |
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Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls picked them, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? Where have all the young girls gone? Long time passing Where have all the young girls gone? Long time ago Where have all the young girls gone? Gone to young men, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? Where have all the young men gone? Long time passing Where have all the young men gone? Long time ago Where have all the young men gone? Gone for soldiers, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? Where have all the soldiers gone? Long time passing Where have all the soldiers gone? A long, long time ago Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to graveyards, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time passing Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time ago Where have all the graveyards gone? Gone to flowers, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? |
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Scotch and Soda
Mud in yer eye Baby do I feel high oh me oh my Do I feel high Dry martini Jigger of gin Oh what a spell you've got me in, oh my Do I feel high People won't believe me They'll think that I'm just braggin' But I could feel the way I do And still be on the wagon All I need is one of your smiles Sunshine of your eye oh me oh my Do I feel higher than a kite can fly Give me lovin' baby I feel high People won't believe me They'll think that I'm just braggin' But I could feel the way I do And still be on the wagon All I need is one of your smiles Sunshine of your eye oh me oh my Do I feel higher than a kite can fly Give me lovin' baby I feel high |
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Chorus:
Jane, Jane, Jane, mark my bonnie Jane as sweet as sugar in the cane, don't be ashame. Jane cannot see. She's as blind as she can be, but the prettiest girl in all the world to me. Jane, Jane, Jane, with the pretty, pretty face, dressed in rags she still looks like a queen. Jane, Jane, Jane, she should be in silk and lace, the prettiest girl that you have ever seen. (Chorus) Jane, Jane, Jane, she has no mom or dad. She's all alone but still she is not sad. The wild birds sing a song, her little dog tags along. To hear her laughter makes my poor heart glad. (Chorus) I know Jane is sweet by the sounding of her feet. I see her beauty when she speaks to me. If she could see me now, my love to her I'd vow but I couldn't love her more if I could see. (Chorus) But I couldn't love her more if I could see. (Repeat) |
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John Stewart
Chorus: If there's one more town, I'll be goin'. Fight for the winnin' and I'll be there. If there's one more song, I'll be singin'. I'm always goin' but I don't know where. I spent seventeen in West Virginia. Eight more years just for runnin' free. But the girls back home in their blue gingham dresses only heard one thing from me. (Chorus) Went down to New Orleans last summer on a flat boat workin' my way. There were well-mannered ladies and street that were shady, but for me, I never could stay. (Chorus) Sailed up to New York on a schooner, but I won't be stayin' there long. There were bright city lights and girls in pink tights but their faces were all painted on. (Chorus) |
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Some people say I'm a no-count
Others say I'm no good But I'm just a natural born travellin' man Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah Doin' what I think I should And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar Spend it fast as I can For a wailing song and a good guitar The only things that I understand, poor boy The only things that I understand When I was a little baby My momma said, "Hey son Travel where you will and grow to be a man And sing what must be sung, poor boy Sing what must be sung." And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar Spend it fast as I can For a wailing song and a good guitar The only things that I understand, poor boy The only things that I understand Now that I'm a grown man I've travelled here and there I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song The only ones who ever cared, poor boy The only ones who ever cared And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar Spend it fast as I can For a wailing song and a good guitar The only things that I understand, poor boy The only things that I understand Some people say I'm a no-count Others say I'm no good But I'm just a natural born travellin' man Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah Doin' what I think I should. And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar Spend it fast as I can For a wailing song and a good guitar The only things that I understand, poor boy The only things that I understand The only things that I understand, poor boy The only things that I understand |
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I was travelin' West of Buckskin on my way to a cattle run, 'cross a little cactus desert under a hard bargaining sun. Thirsty down to my toenails, I stopped to rest me on a stump, but I tell you I just couldn't believe it when I saw that water pump. I took it to be a mirage at first. It'll fool a thirsty man. Then I saw a note stuck in a bakin' powder can. "This pump is old," the note began, "but she works. So give'er a try. I put a new sucker washer in 'er. You may find the leather dry.
Chorus: You've got to prime the pump. You must have faith and believe. You've got to give of yourself 'fore you're worthy to receive. Drink all the water you can hold. Wash your face to your feet. Leave the bottle full for others. Thank you kindly, Desert Pete. Yeah, you'll have to prime the pump, work that handle like there's a fire. Under the rock you'll find some water left there in a bitter's jar. Now there's just enough to prime it with, so don't you go drinkin' first. Just pour it in and pump like mad and, buddy, you'll quench your thirst. (Chorus) Well, I found the jar, and I tell you, nothin' was ever prettier to my eye and I was tempted strong to drink it because that pump looked mighty dry, but the note went on, "Have faith, my friend, there's water down below. You've got to give to really get. I'm the one who ought to know." So I poured in the jar and started pumpin' and I heard a beautiful sound of water bubblin' 'n' splashin' up out of that hole in the ground. Then I took off my shoes and drunk my fill of that cold refreshin' treat. Tthen I thanked the Lord, and I thanked the pump, and I thanked old Desert Pete. (Chorus) |
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Time to let the rain fall without the help of man. Time to let the trees grow tall. Now, if they only can.
Time to let our children live in a land that's free. Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free. Time to blow the smoke away and look at the sky again. Time to let our friends know we'd like to begin again. Time to send a message across the land and sea. Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free. Strong and weak, mild and meek, no more hide and seek. Time to see the fairness of a children's game. Time for men to stop and learn to do the same. Time to make our minds up if the world at last will be. Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free. |
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Adieu, Emile, my trusted friend,
We've known each other since we were nine or ten. Together we climbed hills and trees, Learned of love and A B Cs, Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees. Adieu, Emile, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky. Now that the Spring is in the air Pretty girls are ev'rywhere. Think of me and I'll be there. We had joy. We had fun. We had seasons in the sun, But the hills we would climb Were just seasons out of time. Adieu, Papa, please pray for me. I was the black sheep of the family. You tried to teach me right from wrong. Too much wine and too much song, Wonder how I got along. Adieu, Papa, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky. Now that the Spring is in the air Little children ev'rywhere. When you see them, I'll be there. We had joy. We had fun. We had seasons in the sun, But the wine and the song Like the seasons have all gone. Adieu, Francoise, my trusted wife, Without you I'd have had a lonely life. You cheated lots of times but then, I forgave you in the end Though your lover was my friend. Adieu, Francoise, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky. Now that the spring is in the air With your lovers ev'rywhere; Just be careful, I'll be there. All our lives we had fun. We had seasons in the sun, But the stars we could reach Were just starfish on the beach. Adieu, Emile. Adieu, Papa. Adieu, Francoise. We had joy. We had fun. We had seasons in the sun, But the wine and the song Like the seasons have all gone. All our lives, we had fun. We had seasons in the sun, But the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach. |
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