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(Spoken) He rode easy in the saddle. He was tall and lean, and at first you'd a-thought nothing but a streak of mean could make a man look so down right strong, but one look in his eyes and you knowed you was wrong. He was a mountain of a man, and I want you to know. He could preach hot hell or freezin' snow. He carried a Bible in a canvas sack and folks just called him The Reverend Mr. Black. He was poor as a beggar, but he rode like a king. Sometimes in the evening, I'd hear him sing:
Chorus: I gotta walk that lonesome valley. I got to walk it by myself. Oh nobody else can walk it for me. I got to walk it by myself. (2nd & 3rd times) You got to walk that lonesome valley. You got to walk it by yourself. Oh nobody else can walk it for you. You got to walk it by yourself. If ever I could have thought this man in black was soft and had any yellow up his back, I gave that notion up the day a lumberjack came in and it wasn't to pray. Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house door and he cussed everybody up and down the floor! Then, when things got quiet in the place, he walked up and cusses in the preacher's face! He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule and to my way of thinkin' it took a real fool to turn the other face to that lumber jack, but that's what he did, The Reverend Mr. Black. He stood like a rock, a man among men and he let that lumberjack hit him again, and then with a voice as quiet as could be, he cut him down like a big oak tree when he said: (Chorus) It's been many years since we had to part and I guess I learned his ways by heart. I can still hear his sermon's ring, down in the valley where he used to sing. I followed him, yes, sir, and I don't regret it and I hope I will always be a credit to his memory 'cause I want you to understand. The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man! (Chorus) |
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I'm gonna walk that road that we walked long before, many years ago, and we'll walk a hundred more.
Chorus: And we're comin' one by one. You didn't see us two by two. Ev'ry time you turn around another's comin' through. So we'll sing it long and proud so ev'ryone will know that the road to freedom is a long, long way to go. Turn and look out over there, just as far as you can see. There are many more who have died for liberty. (Chorus) |
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Oh, the river run down but the stream ran dry. Big strong man don't ever cry. Just stands to watch his love go by. Oh, the river ran down but the stream ran dry. Yes, he loved a woman but he let her get away. Didn't ever think he'd regret that day. The laugh and the smile, he'd still play the game, but he knew that day would never by the same. (Chorus) There walks a man, he could've had a home, fine baby children, a woman of his own. He walks all alone. He doesn't have a care but he keeps on thinking that he sees her ev'rywhere. (Chorus) |
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(Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart)
[Chorus:] Well, there's a big ball in Boston, big ball in town. Big ball in Boston, I'm gonna get on down. The birthplace of our nation is Boston so they say. They try to keep it as it was but it's changing ev'ry day. [Chorus] The Red Coats, they were comin', their cloth was made of tweed. Some say their shirts were button down (The tradition is Ivy League.) [Chorus] We met a chap from Harvard, very slim and pale. The last time that we saw him he was dancing with a cat from Yale. [Chorus] And just a mile from Harvard's a campus you should see. M I T K E Y M O U S E [Chorus] The folks who come from Boston are said to be quite dated. So whadda ya have to say, my friend? Well, uh, Bobby and Teddy and I made it. [Chorus] |
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Delia's gone, one more round. (Repeat twice) Dellia's gone. Woke up this mornin'. Looked out 'cross the room. Delia, oh Delia, why did you leave me so soon? (Chorus) Police was a-knockin', knockin' at my door. He said, "Son, I got to tell you, you ain't gonna see your Delia no more." (Chorus) Delia in the wagon headin' for marble town. So all of those who loved her, sing it one more round. (Chorus) |
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Oh Joe Hannah, don't you work so long. (Repeat twice) Don't you know the river is wide? Don't you know the mountain is high? (Last time - Oh Joe Hannah!) Thirteen years I've been workin' on the river. Thirteen years since you've been gone. Thirteen years and you'd better go home. Don't you know the river is wide? Don't you know the mountain is high? Oh! (Chorus) Thirteen years I've been workin' on the river. Thirteen years that ain't so long. Thirteen years and you'd better go home. Don't you know the river is wide? Don't you know the mountain is high? Oh! (Chorus) Thirteen years I've been workin' on the river. Thirteen years I've been alone. Thirteen years and you'd better go home. Don't you know the river is wide? Don't you know the mountain is high? Oh! (Chorus) |
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Well, I hope to tell you, Johnny, that I lay that rifle down but leave the noose and the calaboose and headed for another town.
Well, I've got your name in San Jose and your picture's there to see. And they're shootin' men in Texas just because they look like me. Chorus: And we will run the ridges of our green land Tennessee And we will hide for forty years if that's what's meant to be, meant to be, meant to be. Meant to be, meant to be, meant to be. Maybe we could try Mexico and cross the desert sand, But they're guardin' 'cross the border 'case we swim the Rio Grande (Chorus) Well, they'll rope and tie you, Johnny, and they'll throw you to the ground And they'll let you hang a week or two 'fore they cut your body down. (Chorus) |
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Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so, mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain so yellow. Try to remember the kind of September when you were a young and callow fellow. Try to remember and if you remember, then follow, follow. Try to remember when life was so tender that no one wept except the willow. Try to remember when life was so tender that dreams were kept beside your pillow. Try to remember when life was so tender that love was an ember about to billow. Try to remember and if you remember, then follow, follow. Deep in December it's nice to remember although you know the snow will follow Deep in December it's nice to remember without a hurt the heart is hollow Deep in December it's nice to remember the fire of September that made you mellow Deep in December our hearts should remember and follow, follow. Follow. |
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My granddad used to tell me, "Boy, when I was just your age, I was a river pilot on a showboat called The Stage.
I'd hobnob with them southern belles and ev'ry roustabout. I'd listen to them paddle wheels and hear the leadsman shout! Chorus: Mark Twain, it's two fathoms deep below. Mark Twain, heave the gang plank. Start the show. Mark Twain, play those banjos as we go down the Mississippi, 'round the Gulf of Mexico. There were gamblers, crooks and fakers and a minstrel man who'd dance. A singin' gal, Simone Lamour, imported straight from France. It was a floatin' palace, boy, that showboat called The Stage, and granddad was the king of it when he was just my age." (Chorus) The calliope is quiet now. The rudder's thick with rust. The main deck and the paddle wheels are covered high with dust. But granddad's in his glory, still standin' on the bow. A halo 'round his pilot's cap and I can hear him now. (Chorus) |
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Low bridge, ev'rybody down. Low bridge for we're comin' to the town. So you'll always know your neighbor and you'll always know your pal If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal. If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal. I got a mule and her name is Sal. Well, fifteen miles on the Erie Canal. She's a good old worker and a good old pal. Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal. There's a (Chorus) Get up, there, mule, here comes a lock. We'll reach town about six o'clock. Six o'clock's just an hour away, so make your tracks while we still got day. (Chorus) Damn that mule, she shore is lazy. Bound to drive a body crazy. Looked at me the other day. Said, "I ain't a-goin' till I eat my hay!" (Chorus) |
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Oh, I stood watchin', oh, I stood waitin' and as the rivers of freedom run through this land I'll be there for to lend you my hand. (Spoken:) Well, I listened to the shouting of those with their lies who tore at the heart of this country of mine. But here's where a quiet man with truth in his hand can make a stand and be heard in this land. So, (Chorus) So I stood by the watch road till the October of their days With the winds to my left and then far from the right, blowing my way But now is the hour. The time I can see when we'll win with the truth that has made us free. So, (chorus) |
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Baila baila baila bamba. Baila, baila, baila bamba, seres a si' una poca de gracia.
Una poca de gracia para mi para ti y'ariba, y'ariba. A y' ariba, ariba, por ti sere, yo no soy marinero. Yo no soy marinero, por ti sere por ti sere. Bamba, bamba. Bamba, bamba. Bamba, bamba. Bamba, bamba. |
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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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Marcelle Vahine ai'a Tahiti a wa'a
Ta mata hata Tahiti No fatigi, fatigi mata ho O he no a'utu nu'a hu nu Ai'a a hulu a o'u He a hu na'a hu nu'a ei'a na Ha a'a mai a an tat mahu [Repeat all] |
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You gotta sing out if you want to get to heaven. You gotta sing out, join in and pray. Sing out if you want to get to heaven. Ask the Lord to show you the way and He'll show you if you pray! Well, I can sing my title clear to mansions in the sky. I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear and wipe my weepin' eye. (Chorus) Wake up by the trumpet sound, I from the grave shall rise to see the judge with the glory crown, a view from flaming sky. (Chorus twice) |
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Oh, the Thresher, the finest atomic ship that ever dived for the sea.
Each man on board was a volunteer. Was there 'cause he chose there to be. Chorus: Ev'ry man jack on board was a hero. Ev'ry man jack on board there was brave. Ev'ry man jack on board was a hero. Each man risked a watery grave. Oh, their wives and their sweethearts came down to port their last fond good-byes there to say. Each tried her best to be tearless and brave. They promised to meet there some day. (Chorus) Then "Dive" said the Captain and we held our breath. A sound like she'd broken in two. That was the last we ever heard of her. Last word we had of her crew. (Chorus) Oh, the Thresher, yes, now her reactor is still but very good company she keeps. Men from the Lexington, Hornet, and the Wasp are down there with her in the deep. (Chorus) |
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How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take 'till he knows that too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many years must a mountain exist before it's washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free? Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind. |
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Well, the Goo Ga Gee is a mighty funny bird. He sings the best song that you ever, ever heard.
He learned this song from a little baby 'cause ev'ry little baby goes "Goo ga gee." Well, the Goo Ga Gee is from the Milky Way. It flies down to earth ev'ry other day. It hides in the corner where you can not see and as he flies away he sings, "Goo ga gee." Well, the Goo Goo Ga Ga, Goo Goo Ga Ga, Goo Ga Gee, the Goo Ga Gee is the bird for me And if you think my song is a little crazy, it's only 'cause you never sing the Goo Ga Gee. (Repeat first verse) |
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We got married in a fever. Hotter than a pepper sprout. We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson. Gonna mess around. I'm goin' to Jackson. You know I'm pleasure bound. Well, you go on, sweet daddy, go ahead and wreck your health. Play your hand like a lover man and make a big fool of yourself. Go on to Jackson. Comb your hair. Gotta snowball Jackson. See if I care. When I breeze into that city, people gonna scrape and bow. All them women gonna beg me teach 'em what they don't know how. I'm goin' down to Jackson. Turn loose my coat. I'm goin' to Jackson. "Goodbye," that's all she wrote. When they laugh at you in Jackson, I'll be dancin' on the pony keg. Then I'll lead you 'round town like a scolded hound, With your tail tucked between your legs. So, go on down to Jackson. You big talkin' man. I'll be waitin' in Jackson behind my Japan fan. |
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I've been away so long. Fought a war that's come and gone. Doesn't anybody know my name?
My sister's up and wed and mama's took to bed. Doesn't anybody know my name? Chorus: Please tell me, if you can. What time do the trains roll in? Two-ten, six-eighteen, ten forty-four. The hedge is turning brown and the fence is falling down. Doesn't anybody know my name? The girl I left behind has gone to Caroline. Doesn't anybody know my name? (Chorus) Fought that war across the sea. Almost died to keep us free. Doesn't anybody know my name? Now I'm home and no one cares. Seems that trouble's are only theirs. Doesn't anybody know my name? (Chorus) Doesn't anybody know my name? |
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One evening when the sun was low my brown eyes whispered, "I must go."
Not one second would she wait. She kissed my cheek and left my gate. Chorus: Those brown eyes I loved so well. Those brown eyes I long to see. How I long for those brown eyes. Strangers they have grown to be. One night I met her on the street. I tipped my hat but I could not speak. Another man was by her side. Soon I thought she'd be his bride. (Chorus) 'Twas just a year ago today, they laid my own brown eyes away. Six long years for me she cried. It was her brother by her side. (Chorus) |
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I use to sit in the shade of an old cedar tree and I dream of the days, what they're holdin' for me.
But all those should know who gaze at the sky. It's for those who are wise. It's for those who are wise. And the west winds would blow. They'd be singing to me. They'd say, "Look, you, out yonder, just as far as you can see." But all those should know who gaze at the sky. It's for those who are wise. It's for those who are wise. And the years went their way as the good years will go. But my dreams linger on in the hills of my home. And young men should know who gaze at the sky. It is you who are wise, only you who are wise. I used to sit in the shade of an old cedar tree. |
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Well, I know you, Rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone. (Repeat) You're gonna miss your daddy rollin' in your arms. Well, the sun's gonna shine on my back porch some day. I said (Repeat) Then the wind from the river's gonna blow all my troubles away. (Chorus) Well, I ain't got a nickel, no, I ain't got a lousy dime. (Repeat) But I got a long way to go 'fore the end of my time. (Chorus) It takes a hard hearted woman to make a long time men feel bad. (Repeat) 'Cause it makes him remember the long hard road that he's had. (Chorus) |
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