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Paul Campbell/Tom Geraci
Oo - 'round the bay of Mexico. Way up, Suzianna! Mexico is the place I belong in. 'Round the bay of Mexico. Wind from the East and it's blowin' strong. Way up, Suzianna! Looks like a hurricane comin' along, well, 'round the bay of Mexico. Wind will blow and that rain will pour. Way up, Suzianna! Better get the sugar boats up on the shore, now, 'round the bay of Mexico. Why those young gals love me so? Way up, Suzianna! 'Cause I don't tell ev'rything that I know. 'Round the bay of Mexico. When I was a young man and in my prime. Way up, Suzianna! Court those young girls ten at a time, boys. 'Round the bay of Mexico. Nassau girls ain't got no comb. Way up, Suzianna! Comb their hair with a whipper back bone. 'Round the bay of Mexico. When I leave the sea, I'll settle down. Way up, Suzianna! With a big, fat mama from Bimini town. 'Round the bay of Mexico. 'Round the bay of Mexico. Oo-- |
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Dave Guard
Banua, Banua, banua, oh! Banua, Banua, baby, I don't know. (Hit it!) ( Once again!)(Repeat) Won't you come to me, baby? Won't you bring me my bail? For a drink and a fight on a Saturday night, they put down in the Banua jail. (Chorus) I didn't mean to be fightin' and bringin' you all of this shame, But the tongue of Jonathan Brighton was scandalizin' your name. (Chorus) This Banua jail is cold and damp. The rats, they cover the floor. Just ten and three will set me free and I'll be yours forever more. (Soft!) (Chorus) Banua! |
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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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Terry Gilkyson
As I listen for the whistle, lie awake and wait. Wish the railroad didn't run so near, 'Cause the rattle and clatter of that old fast freight keeps a-makin' music in my ear. Go bum again. Go bum again. Oo- Chorus: Hear the whistle blow. Hear the whistle blow. Clickety clack, clickety clack. The wheels are saying to the railroad track. Well, if you go, you can't come back. If you go, you can't come back. If you go, you can't come back. Well, I wouldn't give a nickel for the bum I use to be, work as hard as any man in town. I got a purty gal. She thinks the world of me. Man would be a fool to let her down. Go bum again. Go bum again. Oo- (Chorus) So ev'ry night I listen, wonder if it's late. In my dreams I'm ridin' on that train. I feel my pulse a-beatin' with that old fast freight and thank the Lord I'm just a bum again. Go bum again. Go bum again. Oo- (Chorus) |
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Louis Gottlieb
Rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout. Chorus: Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. (Repeat) Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane. I've got a wife and five little children. Believe I'll take a trip on the big Macmillan. Oh, Saro Jane. A guy like me don't have no home. I make my livin' on my shoulder bone. Oh, Sara Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. (Chorus) Woke up this mornin' feeling mighty mean, thinkin' 'bout my good gal in New Orleans. Oh, Saro Jane. Fireman, keep those boilers hot. I want to reach town by six o'clock. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. (Chorus) Back's getting' tired and shoulder's gettin' sore. Each sack is bigger than the one before. Oh, Saro Jane. A rock in my stomach and a watchin' my head. Gettin' superstitious 'bout my pork and bread. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. (Chorus) |
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Lee Hays/Carl Sandburg
We come on the sloop John B, my grandfather and me. Around Nassau town we did roam. Drinkin' all night. Got into a fight. Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home. So now,) Chorus: Hoist up the John B's sails. See how the main sails set. Call for the captain ashore, let me go home. (Let me go home.) Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?) Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home.) First mate, he got drunk. Broke up the people's trunk. Constable had to come and take him away. Sheriff John Stone (Sheriff John Stone), why don't you leave me alone? (Why don't you leave me alone?) Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home. So, now) (Chorus) Well, the poor cook he caught the fits. Throw away all of my grits. Then he took and he ate up all of my corn. Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?) This is the worst trip since I've been born. (Since I have been born. So, now) (Chorus) Hoist up the John B's sails. (John B. sails) See how the main sails set. (Main sails set.) Call for the captain ashore, let me go home. (Let me go home.) Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?) Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home.) |
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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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Dave Guard
(Guitar intro.) Cha! Cha! Chile verde me pediste. Chile verde te dare. Vama nos para la huer ta con al la te lo cortare.(Tell them what it means then) "You want green peppers? (Si!) I'll give you green peppers. Come out to the garden." ("Coplas!") Chorus: Lai, lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, lai. Lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai Dice que los de fu casa. Ninguno me puede ver. Diles que no basta el agua que al cabo lahan do beber. "Tell your parents not to muddy the water around us." ("Porque?") "They may have to drink it soon!" ("Coplas!") (Chorus) La mula que yo mente la monto hoy mi compadre. Eso a mi no me importa pues yo la mon te primero. ("Oivey!") "Ah, so! You are surprised I speak your language. You see, I was educated in your country? at U. C. R. A." ("Coplas!") (Chorus) La noche que me case. No pudde dormirme un rato. Por estar toda la noche corriendos detras de un gato. (Meow!) Me dejiste que fue un gato. Que entro por tu balcon. Yo no visto gato prieto con sombrero y pantalon! "On my wedding night, I did not sleep a wink. ("Porque?")I spent the whole night chasing a cat that had come in over the balcony?. (Meow!) wearing a sombrero and long pants!" ("Coplas!") (Chorus) |
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Dave Guard
Chorus: Oh, well, yonder stands little Maggie with a dram glass in her hand. She drinkin' away her troubles, oh, Lord, And foolin' another man. How could I ever stand it, just to see them two blue eyes. They shine just like the diamonds, like the diamonds in the sky. Pretty flowers were made for bloomin'. Pretty stars were made to shine. Pretty girls were made for boys to love. Surely Maggie was made for mine. (Chorus) Well, they marched me down to the station with my suitcase in my hand. I'm going away for to leave you, my love. Goin' to a far distant land. Oh, well, sometimes I have a nickel (oh, Lord) and sometimes I have a dime and sometimes I have ten dollars (oh, Lord) Just to pay little Maggie's fine. (Chorus) |
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Gue Gue solingaie, balliez chimin la. (Repeat) M'a dis li, oui, m'a dis li. Calbass' li connain parler. Gue Gue solingaie, balliez chimin la. (Repeat) M'a dis li, oui, m'a dis li. Calbass' li connain parler. Gue Gue
Sleep, sleep, don't you weep. Dry your tears a-while. Dream, dream, then you'll hear the singing crocodile. Oh, dreaming, we'll go dreaming. Hush, now, baby, don't you cry. Sail, sail, pretty babe, while the moon is low. Through bright bayou night, the dreamboats drifting slow. Oh, dreaming, we'll go dreaming. Hush, now, baby, don't you cry. |
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Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds
Chorus: Dorie (Repeat three times) by the firelight, come and dance with me. Blazing in the night, the fire grows. Come and shout and sing, make the mountains ring while our hearts beat high. Come and sing and shout. Laugh and turn about while the flames reach the sky. (Chorus) Burn me with desire. Set my heart a-fire. Throw your cares away. When the dance is through, I'll be holding you till the break of day. Dori, dori, dorie. (Repeat) By the firelight, come and dance with me. Blazing in the night, the fire grows. By the firelight, find romance with me. You are mine tonight, the fire grows, grows, grows, grows, grows, hey! |
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Chorus:
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon, But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone. My name is Juan Hano de Castro. My father was a Spanish grandee, But I won my wife in a card game, when a man lost his daughter to me. I picked up the ace. I had won her! My heart, which was down at my feet Jumped up to my throat in a hurry- Like a warm summers' day, she was sweet. (Chorus) Her arms had to tighten around me as we rode up the hills from the South. Not a word did I hear from her that day- or a kiss from her pretty red mouth. We came to my cabin at twilight. The stars twinkled out on the coast. She soon loved the valley- the orchard- but I knew that she loved me the most. (Chorus) Then I got hurt in a landslide with crushed hip and twice-broken bone. She saddled our pony like lightning- rode off in the night, all alone. The lion screamed in the barranca; the pony fell back on the slide. My young wife lay dead in the moonlight. My heart died that night with my bride. (Chorus) Daughters were possessions, to be bet away or arranged marriages for; also, note the use of "young wife" in the final stanza. Her shyness- "had to tighten"- and her silent reticence but adaptable "soon loved..." indicates no previous marriage, and "lost his daughter to me" indicates her origin, whereas "to hell with the lords o'er the sea" seems thrown in. If this man were a sailor, why would he have established orchards? Just a thought. I'd really like to see the original music if it were available. The concept of betting away a daughter was my first exposure to the concept of women as property and the sung stuck with me my whole life. (I was the oldest and only daughter and I was afraid of the possibility; I was 9 and the chorus, except for one word, and the storyline, and the tune have stayed with me for the last 25 years; it influenced my major "women's studies") |
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Conrad Eugene Mauge, Jr.
Chorus: Well, now, back to back, belly to belly, well, I don't give a damn 'cause I done that already, back to back Belly to belly at the zombie jamboree.(Repeat) (Now hear the chorus) (You can feel that) (Oh, what a good game)(You're all alone, you know) Zombie jamboree took place in a New York cemetery (Where?) Zombie jamboree took place in Long Island cemetery. Zombies from all parts of the island. (Where?) Some of them are great calypsonians. (Some.) Since the season was carnival they got together in bacchanal. Oh, what ya' doin'? (Chorus) One female zombie wouldn't behave. She say she want me for a slave. In the one hand she's holding a quart of wine, in the other she's pointing that she'll be mine. Well, believe me folks, I had to run. (Why?) A husband of a zombie ain't no fun! (Don't knock it!) I says, "Oh, no, my turtle dove, that old bag of bones I cannot love." Oh, what you doin'? (Chorus) Right then and there she raise her feet. "I'm a-going to catch you now, my sweet. I'm gonna make you call me 'Sweetie Pie'." I says "Oh, no, get back, you lie!" "I may be lyin' but you will see (What?) After you kiss this dead zombie." (Blah!) Well, I never seen such a horror in my life. Can you imagine me with a zombie wife? (Yes!) (Chorus) |
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In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight In the jungle the quiet jungle The lion sleeps tonight Near the village the peaceful village The lion sleeps tonight Near the village the quiet village The lion sleeps tonight Hush my darling don't fear my darling The lion sleeps tonight Hush my darling don't fear my darling The lion sleeps tonig |
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Burl Ives
Shipmates listen unto me. I'll tell you in my song of things that happened to me when I come home from Hong Kong. Chorus: To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie. Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? As I walked down to Chatham Street, a fair maid I did meet. She asked me, please, to see her home. She lived on Bleecker Street Now, if you'll only come with me, you can have a treat. You can have a glass of brandy and something nice to eat. (Chorus) Before we sat down to eat, we had sev'ral drinks. The liquor was so awful strong, I quickly fell asleep. (Chorus) When I awoke next mornin, I had an achin' head. My gold watch and my pocketbook and the lady friend had fled. Now dressed in the lady's apron, I wandered most forlorn 'Till Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me round Cape Horn. (Chorus) |
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Alan J. Lerner/Frederick Loewe
Away out here they've got a name for rain and wind and fire. The rain is Tess, the fire's Joe. They call the wind Maria. Maria blows the stars around and sets the clouds a-flyin'. Maria makes the mountains sound like folks was out there dyin'. Maria. (Maria). Maria. (Maria). They call the wind Maria. Before I knew Maria's name and heard her wail and whinin', I had a gal. She had me and the sun was always shinin'. But then one day I left my gal. I left her far behind me and now I'm lost, so gol' darn lost not even God can find me. Maria. (Maria.) Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria. Out here they have a name for rain and wind and fire only. When you're lost and all alone, there ain't no name for lonely. And I'm a lost and lonely man without a star to guide me. Maria blow my love to me. I need my gal beside me. Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria. Maria! Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria. |
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They're rioting in Africa. They're starving in Spain.
There's hurricanes in Florida and Texas needs rain. The whole world is festering with unhappy souls. The French hate the Germans. The Germans hate the Poles. Italians hate Yugoslavs. South Africans hate the Dutch. And I don't like anybody very much! But we can be tranquil and thankful and proud For man's been endowed with a mushroom shaped cloud. And we know for certain that some lovely day Someone will set the spark off and we will all be blown away. They're rioting in Africa. There's strife in Iran. What nature doesn't do to us will be done by our fellow man. |
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(Jean Ritchie/Lee Hays)
[Chorus:] Shady Grove, my little love, Shady Grove, I know. Shady Grove, my little love, bound for Shady Grove. (Last time: Bound for Shady Grove. (Right on over to Lonesome Traveler) Lips as red as the bloomin' rose, eyes of the deepest brown, You are the darlin' of my heart stay 'til the sun goes down. [Chorus] I went to see my Shady Grove standin' by the door, shoes and stockings in her hand little bare feet on the floor. [Chorus] I wish'd I had a big fat horse, corn to feed him on, pretty little girl to stay at home, you feed him when I'm gone. [Chorus] Well, (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I am a lonely and a lonesome traveler [Repeat 2x] I've been a-travelin' on. I traveled in the mountains and in the valleys, [Repeat 2x] Well, I've been a-travelin' on. I traveled cold and then I traveled hungry, well [Repeat 2x] I've been a-travelin' on. Hey, one of these days I'm gonna stop all my travelin', well [Repeat 2x] Stop all this travelin' on. I'm gonna keep right on a-travelin' on that road to freedom [Repeat 2x] Well, I've been a-travelin' on. |
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Hey! We are following the footsteps of those who've gone before and we'll all be reunited on that new and sunlit shore.
Oh, when the saints go marching in, Oh, when the saints go marching in, oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in. And when the sun refuse to shine, And when the sun refuse to shine, oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the sun refuse to shine. Oh, when the trumpet sound its call, Oh, when the trumpet sound its call, oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the trumpet sounds that call. Oh, when the new world is revealed, Oh, when the new world is revealed, oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the new world is revealed. Oh, when the new world is revealed, Oh, when the saints go marching in, oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in. |
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Burl Ives
Shipmates listen unto me. I'll tell you in my song of things that happened to me when I come home from Hong Kong. Chorus: To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie. Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka? As I walked down to Chatham Street, a fair maid I did meet. She asked me, please, to see her home. She lived on Bleecker Street Now, if you'll only come with me, you can have a treat. You can have a glass of brandy and something nice to eat. (Chorus) Before we sat down to eat, we had sev'ral drinks. The liquor was so awful strong, I quickly fell asleep. (Chorus) When I awoke next mornin, I had an achin' head. My gold watch and my pocketbook and the lady friend had fled. Now dressed in the lady's apron, I wandered most forlorn 'Till Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me round Cape Horn. (Chorus) |
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Hey! We are following the footsteps of those who've gone before and we'll all be reunited on that new and sunlit shore.
Oh, when the saints go marching in, Oh, when the saints go marching in, oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in. And when the sun refuse to shine, And when the sun refuse to shine, oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the sun refuse to shine. Oh, when the trumpet sound its call, Oh, when the trumpet sound its call, oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the trumpet sounds that call. Oh, when the new world is revealed, Oh, when the new world is revealed, oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the new world is revealed. Oh, when the new world is revealed, Oh, when the saints go marching in, oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in. |
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