The Kingston Trio - Two Classic Albums From The Kingston Trio (2006) by The Kingston Trio (보컬) on maniadb.com

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.

P. French/H. Collisson

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight with people here working by day and by night.
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat but there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street.
At least when I asked them that's what I was told so I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold,
But for all that I found there I might as well be where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I believe that when writing a wish you expressed as to how the fine ladies in London were dressed,
Well, if you'll believe me when asked to a ball, they don't wear no top to their dresses at all.
Oh, I've seen them meself and you could not in truth say that if they were bound for a ball or a bath,
Don't be startin' them fashions, now, Mary McCree, where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea.

There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind, with beautiful shapes nature never designed,
And lovely complexions, all roses and cream but let me remark with regard to the same
That if at those roses you venture to sip, the colors might all come away on your lip,
So, I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me in the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

Dick Glasser

Chorus:
Don't cry, Katie. I'll be comin' back to you, you, you. Don't cry, Katie, even though I'm gone, my love will still be true.

I'll be gone for maybe just a year. Don't cry, Katie. Even though I'm gone, my love will still be here. Don't cry, Katie.

(Chorus)

You'll be in my dreams though you are far away. Don't cry, Katie. Have a little faith and I'll return some day. Don't cry, Katie.
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, Katie. Don't cry, Katie, I'll be comin' back to you.
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, Katie. Even though I'm gone, my love will still be true.

(Chorus)

When I return, darling, we can be together. Don't cry, Katie. Then we can share our precious love forever. Don't cry, Katie.

(Chorus)

Tanga Tiki (Eddie Lund)

Aue tangni [pronounced "tanga"] tagni tikake aue
Aue tagni tagni tikake aue

Tagni tikake au
Taku vahine
Tera tei raro tonga ra Aue
Tagni tagni tikake aue.

Na mama naka higna aro na
Papa naka fa'a tupu

Na mama e nake tatara e.

Tagni tikake au
Taku vahine
Tera tei raro tonga ra
Aue tagni tagni tikake aue

Weston/Lee/Weston

In the tower of London, large as life, the ghost of Anne Bolyn walks they declare.
Poor Anne Bolyn was once King Henry's wife until he made the headsman bob her hair.
Ah, yes, he did her wrong long years ago and she comes up at night to tell him so,

Chorus:
With her head tucked underneath her arm she walks the bloody tower,
With her head tucked underneath her arm at the midnight hour.

She comes to haunt King Henry. She means giving him what for. Gadzooks, she's going to tell him off. She's feeling very sore,
And just in case the headsman wants to give her an encore, she's has her head tucked underneath her arm.

(Chorus)

The sentries think that it's a football that she carries in and when they had a few they shout, "Is Army going to win?"
They that it's Red Grange instead of poor old Ann Bolyn with her head tucked underneath her arm.

Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread for all his pals and gals and ghostly crew.
The headsman craves the joint and cuts the bread then in comes Anne Bolyn to queer the do.
She holds her head up with a wild war whoop and Henry cries, "Don't drop it in the soup!"

(Chorus)

One night she caught King Henry, he was in the canteen bar. Said he, "Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Bolyn, or Katherine Parr?
How the sweet san perryann do I know who you are with your head tucked underneath your arm?"

Jules Fox/Sam Friedman

Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, fly to my darlin' and take her my love.

Take her a message. Tell her I'm blue. Tell her I'm lonely but faithful and true.
Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, fly to my darlin' and take her my love.

Tell her I miss her. Say I was wrong. Tell her that we've been parted too long.
Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, take her my heart and return with her love.

Wrote her and phoned her, wired her, too. She never answered, so I'm countin' on you.
Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, fly to my darlin' and bring back my love.

Wantcha to tell her one little thing. Say that I'm holdin' that old weddin' ring.
Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, fly to my darlin' and bring back my love.

Fly away, pigeon, fly away, dove. Come back, pigeon. Back with my love.

B. Olofson/M. McIntyre

Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin' 'til I go down to Bimini.

We were all sailors 'til the day our boat pulled in to Bimini Bay.
We tapped a keg. We loaded on. Woke up to find the boat was gone!

Chorus:
Send my bail down to Bimini. This town is wearisome. Got thrown in jail just for drinkin' Barbego rum, Barbego rum.

Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin 'til I go down to Bimini.,

I recollect the other night, seems like there was a friendly fight.
It was a woman brought me grief. Her mother was the police chief!

(Chorus)

I told them I would mend my ways. They let me out in thirty days.
One little sip to quench my thirst, I should have read the label first!

(Chorus)

Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin' 'til I go down to Bimini.

They say that Bimini can't afford to keep providing room and board.
I'm anchored here by ball and chain, squeezin' the rum from sugar cane.

(Chorus)

Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin' 'til I go down to Bimini. (Repeat and fade)

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.

Dave Guard/Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane

Oh, do you know my Johnny, he is down in yonder lea? He's sneakin' 'round and creepin' and he's, aye, watchin' me.
He's pullin' and he's teasin' but his meanin's not so bad. If it's ever going to be, tell me now, Johnny lad.
Tell me now, my Johnny laddie, tell me now, my Johnny lad. If it's ever going to be, tell me now Johnny lad.

When the sheep are in the fold and the cows are in the byre and other lads and lasses sittin' 'round a-roarin' fire.
There's me, a silly lassie, just as like as if I's mad, through the nooks and barley stooks, teasin' you, Johnny lad.
Teasin' you, my Johnny laddie, teasin' you, my Johnny lad. Through the nooks and barley stooks, teasin' you, Johnny lad.

Oh, Johnny's blythe and bonnie. He's the pride o' yonder lea and I love him best of any though he's, aye, teasin' me.
Though he teases me and squeezes me and tickles me like mad. None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny lad.
And it's you, my Johnny laddie, aye, it's you, my Johnny lad. None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny lad.

Oh, my Johnny's not a gentleman nor yet is he a laird but I would follow Johnny lad, although he was a card.
Oh, Johnny is a bonnie lad. He was once a lad of mine and I've never had a better lad though I've had twenty-nine.
And with you, my Johnny laddie, and with you, my Johnny lad, oh, I'll dance the buckles of my shoes with you, Johnny lad.
And with you, my Johnny laddie, and with you, my Johnny lad, oh, I'll dance the buckles of my shoes with you, Johnny lad.

Jack Splittard

The hunter, he did cross the plain and then he ventured home again.
The merry, merry feast will soon begin among the leaves so green-o.

Chorus:
Jackie boy, sing ye well. Very well. Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down.
Among the leaves so green-o. To my hey, down, down. Hoe down, down.
Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down. Among the leaves so green-o.

The hunter is a cheerful sight. His hearth is warm, his fire bright.
His songs, they fill the winter night among the leaves so green-o.
To my hey down, down. Hoe down, down. Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down.
Among the leaves so green-o.

(Chorus)

'Tis merry we are and merry we'll stay. We'll sing a toast 'till the break of day
And start again upon our way among the leaves so green-o.

(Chorus twice)

Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down. (Repeat twice)

Bob Shane/Jack Splittard

Adelita, 'tis time we remembered that only one hour more and I must go
To the hills of Sierra Del Prado for the glory of our Mexico.

Chorus:
Oh, Adelita, promise you'll remember the happy hours that now have long gone by.
Oh, Adelita, we'll share these tender moments. Adelita, it hurts me when you cry.

Adelita, the time is here to leave you. Once again, now, I'll kiss away your tears.
In my heart I will hold you forever and our love, it will live through the years.

(Chorus)

Well, early one evening I was rollin' around. I was feelin' kind of mean. I shot a deputy down.
Strollin' on home and I went to bed. Well, I laid me pistol up under my head.
He strolled along home (I took my time) and he went to bed (Thought I'd sleep some)
Laid his pistol (Big twenty-two) up under his head (I keep it handy)

Well, early in the morning 'bout the break of day, I figured it was time to make a getaway.
Steppin' right along but I was steppin' too slow. Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico.
He was steppin' right along (Were a-high footin' it) but he was steppin' too slow (It was a sultry day)
Got surrounded by a sheriff (Boxed in) in Mexico. (I didn't even have a chance to see the country.)

When I was arrested, I didn't have a dime. The sheriff says, "Son, you're ridin' free this time.
Where you're goin' you won't need a cent 'cause the great state of Texas gonna pay your rent.
'Cause where you're goin' (I think he means jail) you won't need a cent (Well, he knows I'm broke)
'Cause the great state of Texas (Yippee!) gonna pay your rent. (I'm mighty grateful, fellas)

Well, I didn't have a key and I didn't have a file. Natur'lly I stayed around until my trial.
The judge was an old man; ninety-three and I didn't like the way the jury looked at me.
The judge was an old man (Too old) Ninety-three (Entirely too old)
I didn't like the way the jury looked at me. (I think they were suspicious.)

The judge and the jury, they did agree. They all said murder in the first degree.
The judge said, "Son, I don't know whether to hang you or not, but this here killin' of deputy sheriffs has just naturally got to stop!" ("You've got a point there, judge!")

It was a most unsatisfactory trial. They gave me ninety-nine years on the hard rock pile.
Ninety and nine on the hard rock ground. All I ever did was shoot a deputy down.
Ninety and nine (It could have been life.) on the hard rock pile (They might-a hung me)
And all he ever did was shoot a deputy down (This whole thing has sure been a lesson to me. Bang! You're dead!)

Five men to guard the British rank and five to watch the town above
And two to stand at either hand and one to let Bill Tenner out.
He had eighty weight of Spanish iron between his neck bone and his knee,
But Billy took Johnny up under his arm and lugged him away right manfully.

Chorus:
And Billy broke locks and Billy broke bolts and Billy broke all that he came nigh,
Until he came to the dungeon door and that he broke right manfully.

So they stole them a horse and away did ride and who what they rode gallantly,
Until they came to the river bank to the river runnin' wild and free!
The British were comin' close on their heels and who but they stood fearfully,
'Till Billy took Johnny up on his back and carried him over it easily.

(Chorus)

So they called at the inn for a room to dance and who but they danced merrily
And the very best dancer among them all was old John Webb who was just set free!

When I was young and dreams were new,
I loved a girl who looked like you.
I saw her face in mountains stream.
I lingered there and lost myself in dreams.

But we were young and tossed away
Our precious love along the way.
We parted strangers, thoughtless and free
And set our hearts to wandering aimlessly.

But looking back, somehow I see
How seldom love has come to me.
And I confess that now and then
I think of her remembering when

If I were young and dreams were new,
I'd love a girl who looked like you.
I'd hold her close if she'd agree
To love perhaps a boy who looked like me.

Oooooo---

Ray Charles

Chorus:
If you don't want, you don't have to get in trouble. (Repeat twice)
Say, you'd better leave my woman alone.

Well, I know you are a playboy and you've got women all over town
Well, listen, buddy, if you ever sweet talk my little girl, I'm gonna lay your body down.

(Chorus)

Well, I know you've got your money and you've got a new 56, too.
But if I ever see my little girl in your new car, I'm gonna do some work on you.

(Chorus)

Well, I don't believe in trouble, so I don't want to start a fight.
So, if you take heed and stay away from my little girl, well, everything will be all right.

(Chorus)

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)

Jane Bowers/Dave Guard

Chorus:
Buddy, better get on down the line (repeat), here comes ninety-seven, making up some time.
Buddy, this is ninety-seven at your back. Got a ton of coal poured down the stack.
Here comes ninety-seven, runnin' down the track.

Hey, hey, pretty baby, hey, hey. Baby, now don't get in my way.
When I'm in town, you call me sugar, honey. When I'm gone, just run around and play.

Buddy, better get on down the line (repeat), here comes ninety-seven, comin' in on time.
Met a lot of weather early today. Makin' up an hour and a quarter delay.
Here comes ninety-seven, roarin' all the way.

Roll on, pretty baby, roll on. You know you're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You mess around too long and now I'm leavin'. Bye-bye, adios, farewell, so long.

(Chorus, twice)

Travis Edmonson

Well, I know I don't have to be told
that the North wind is chilly and cold.
Well, I know.
Far from the South wind I ran.
Now, I'm a lost and lonely man.
Well, I know.

Had a little girl but she left me. (Repeat twice)
Well, I know.

She took the sun and left me the rain
And left me the sorrow and all of the pain.
Well, I know.
She took my love and left me torn.
Now, I'm lonely and forlorn.
Well, I know.

All of my love done left me. (Repeat twice)
Well, I know.

She told me someday she'd return
If the sun should freeze or the Earth should burn.
Well, I know.
But now she's gone and in the sky
The wind alone can hear me cry.
Well, I know.

Had a little girl but she left me. (Repeat twice)
Well, I know.

Bob Shane/Tom Drake

Chorus:
Who's gonna hold her hand? Who's gonna hold her hand? Who's gonna be her man tonight? Who's gonna hold her hand?

I watched that big white boat go down, sailing to the sea and ev'ry time that wheel went around, she was farther away from me.
She sailed away to another town. I'll never understand.
She walked the streets in a yellow gown, singing, "Who's gonna be my man?"

(Chorus)

I used to walk by the riverside, lonesome as I could be. Hoping the boat would come sailing in. Bringing her back to me.
Sometimes I think my world will end and I'll have no place to hide
To cry the tears she left with me and the lonely feeling inside.

(Chorus)

I started on a journey, about a year ago
To a little town called Morrow in the State of Ohio
I've never been much of a traveler, and I really didn't know
That Morrow was the hardest place I'd ever try to go

So I went down to the station for my ticket and applied
For tips regarding Morrow, not expecting to beguiled
Said I, "My friend, I'd like to go to Morrow and return
No later than tomorrow, for I haven't time to burn."

Said he to me, "Now let me see if I have heard you right
You'd like to go to Morrow and return tomorrow night
You should have gone to Morrow yesterday and back today
For the train that goes to Morrow is a mile upon its way.

"If you had gone to Morrow yesterday now don't you see
You could have gone to Morrow and returned today at three
For the train today to Morrow, if the schedule is right,
Today it goes to Morrow and returns tomorrow night."

Said I, "My friend, it seems to me you're talking through your hat
There is a town named Morrow on the line now tell me that."
"There is," said he, "but take from me a quiet little tip
To go from here to Morrow is a 14 hour trip.

"The train today to Morrow leaves today at 8:35
At half-past ten tomorrow is the time it should arrive
So if from here to Morrow is a fourteen hour jump
Can you go today to Morrow and get back today, you chump?"

Said I, "I'd like to go to Morrow, so can I go today
And get to Morrow by tonight if there is no delay?"
"Well, well," said he to me, "and I've got no more to say.
Can't get anywhere tomorrow and get back again today."

Said I, "I guess you know it all, but kindly let me say
How can I get to Morrow if I leave this town today?"
Said he, "You cannot go to Morrow any more today
'Cause the train that goes to Morrow is a mile upon its way."

I was so disappointed, I was mad enough to swear
The train had gone to Morrow and had left me standing there
That man was right in telling me that I was a howling jay
I could not go to Morrow so I guess in town I'll stay

Carl Sandburg/Lee Hayes

Chorus:
Weep, all ye little rains. Wail, winds, wail. All along, along, along the Colorado Trail.

Eyes like the morning star, cheeks like the rose, Laura was a pretty girl everybody knows.

(Chorus)

Laura was a laughin' girl, joyful in the day. Laura was my darling girl. Now she's gone away.

(Chorus)

Sixteen years she graced the Earth and all of life was good. Now my life lies buried 'neath a cross of wood.

(Chorus)

All along, along, along the Colorado Trail.

Oh, we came to town to see
That old tattooed lady
She was a sight to see
Tattooed from head to knee
My uncle Ned was there
He came to gape and stare
"I've never" he declared "Seen such a freak so fair!;

And on her jaw was the Royal flying corp
And on her back was the Union Jack, now could you ask for more?
All up and down her spine, were the queen's own guard in line
And all around her hips sailed a fleet of battle ships
And over her left kidney was a birds-eye view of Sidney
But what we liked best was upon her chest
Our little home in Waikiki

What did you say?
(Repeat)

Oh, we came to town to see
That old tattooed lady
She was a sight to see
Tattooed from head to knee
My uncle Ned was there
He came to gape and stare
"I've never" he declared "Seen such a freak so fair!;

And on her jaw was the Royal flying corp
And on her back was the Union Jack, now could you ask for more?
All up and down her spine, were the queen's own guard in line
And all around her hips sailed a fleet of battle ships
And over her left kidney was a birds-eye view of Sidney
But what we liked best was upon her chest
Our little home in Waikiki

What did you say?
(Repeat)

Jack Splittard

The hunter, he did cross the plain and then he ventured home again.
The merry, merry feast will soon begin among the leaves so green-o.

Chorus:
Jackie boy, sing ye well. Very well. Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down.
Among the leaves so green-o. To my hey, down, down. Hoe down, down.
Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down. Among the leaves so green-o.

The hunter is a cheerful sight. His hearth is warm, his fire bright.
His songs, they fill the winter night among the leaves so green-o.
To my hey down, down. Hoe down, down. Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down.
Among the leaves so green-o.

(Chorus)

'Tis merry we are and merry we'll stay. We'll sing a toast 'till the break of day
And start again upon our way among the leaves so green-o.

(Chorus twice)

Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down. (Repeat twice)

Home is the hunter. Home from the hill. Home is the dreamer. Home from the hill.
Home with his loved one, never to part. Close to his loved one. Home in her heart.

The hill is the distant horizon where the end of a rainbow lies.
He searched for a dream and discovered it was waiting for him in his lover's eyes.

Home is the hunter. Home from the hill. Home is the dreamer; safe in the arms of his love nevermore to roam.
He's home. He's home.

(Interlude)

Home is the hunter. Home from the hill. Home is the dreamer; safe in the arms of his love nevermore to roam.
He's home. He's home.

Way out by lonely bayou. There waits a girl where the green grasses grow.
Waits she there with a tear in her eye dreaming of years that long have gone by.

How I yearn for the days that are gone! I'd wake in the morning to a whippoorwill song.
There by the fire sits my lady fair. Singing this song as the combs her long hair.

Now I'm thinkin' home I must go 'cause I've been wandrin' where the four winds blow.
Startin' tonight with the big April moon, she'll be by my side by the third day of June.

(Repeat first verse)