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This land is your land and this land is my land
From California to the New York island From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway Saw below me that golden valley This land was made for you and me I roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts All around me a voice was sounding This land was made for you and me When the sun come shining, then I was strolling And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting This land was made for you and me This land is your land and this land is my land From California to the New York island From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me When the sun come shining, then I was strolling And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling The voice come a-chanting and the fog was lifting This land was made for you and me |
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Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze Country roads, take me home to the place I belong West Virginia, Mountain Mama Take me home, country roads All my memories gather 'round her Miner's lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye Country roads, take me home to the place I belong West Virginia, Mountain Mama Take me home, country roads I hear her voice, in the mornin' hour she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away And drivin' down the road, I get a feelin That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday Country roads, take me home to the place I belong West Virginia, Mountain Mama Take me home, country roads Country roads, take me home to the place I belong West Virginia, Mountain Mama Take me home, country roads Take me home, (down) country roads Take me home, (down) country roads |
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Walk right in, set right down
Daddy let your mind roll on Walk right in, set right down Daddy let your mind roll on Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout a new way o' walkin' Do you wanna lose your mind? Walk right in, set right down Daddy let your mind roll on Walk right in, set right down Baby let your hair hang down Walk right in, set right down Baby let your hair hang down Ev'rybody's talkin' bout' a new way o' walkin' Do you wanta lose your mind Walk right in, set right down Baby let your hair hang down Baby let your hair hang down |
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Virgil Caine is my name and I drove on the Danville train
Til Stonewall's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive I took the train to Richmond that fell It was a time I remember, oh, so well (CHORUS) The night they drove old Dixie down And all the bells were ringin The night they drove old Dixie down And all the people were singin' They went, na na na na na, na na na na Back with my wife in Tenessee And one day she said to me, Virgil, quick come see There goes the Robert E. Lee Now I don't mind chopping wood And I don't care if the money's no good Just take what you need and leave the rest But they should never have taken the very best (CHORUS) Like my father before me, I'm a working man And like my brother before me, I took a rebel stand Oh, he was just 18, proud and brave But a yankee laid him in his grave I swear by the blood below my feet You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat (CHORUS) |
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Another man done gone,
Another man done gone, Another man done gone from the county farm, Another man done gone. I didn't know his name, I didn't know his name, I didn't know his name, didn't know his name, Didn't know his name. He had a long chain on, He had a long chain on, He had a long chain on, had a long chain on, Had a long chain on. They killed another man, They killed another man, They killed another man, killed another man, Killed another man. Another man done gone, Another man done gone, Another man done gone from the county farm, Another man done gone. |
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Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh about Everybody that was a-hangin' out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging your next meal How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Ah, you've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street And now you're gonna have to get used to it You say you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say, "Do you want to make a deal?" How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home A complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Ah, you never turned around to see the frowns On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal? How does it feel How does it feel To have on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Ah, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all precious gifts, but you'd better take your diamond ring You'd better pawn it, babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you ain't got nothin', you got nothin' to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal How does it feel Ah, how does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? |
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He's five feet two and he's six feet four
He fights with missiles and with spears He's all of 31 and he's only 17 He's been a soldier for a thousand years He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an atheist, a Jain, a Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew and he knows he shouldn't kill and he knows he always will kill you for me my friend and me for you And he's fighting for Canada, he's fighting for France, he's fighting for the USA, and he's fighting for the Russians and he's fighting for Japan, and he thinks we'll put an end to war this way And he's fighting for Democracy and fighting for the Reds He says it's for the peace of all He's the one who must decide who's to live and who's to die and he never sees the writing on the walls But without him how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau Without him Caesar would have stood alone He's the one who gives his body as a weapon to a war and without him all this killing can't go on He's the universal soldier and he really is to blame His orders come from far away no more They come from him, and you, and me and brothers can't you see this is not the way we put an end to war. |
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On a wagon bound for market
there's a calf with a mournful eye. High above him there's a swallow, winging swiftly through the sky. Chorus: How the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might. Laugh and laugh the whole day through, and half the summer's night. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don. "Stop complaining!" said the farmer, "Who told you a calf to be ? Why don't you have wings to fly with, like the swallow so proud and free?" Chorus: How the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might. Laugh and laugh the whole day through, and half the summer's night. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don. Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, never knowing the reason why. But whoever treasures freedom, like the swallow has learned to fly. Chorus: How the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might. Laugh and laugh the whole day through, and half the summer's night. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don. |
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I've damn near walked this world around
Another city, another town Another friend to say goodbye Another girl to sit and cry And it's many a mile I’ve spent on this road It's many a mile I have gone Well, there was one who knew me best You know she gave my poor heart rest She was my world, my heart, my dear Now she's gone to God knows where And it's many a mile I’ve spent on this road It's many a mile I have gone I've seen your towns they're all the same The only difference is in a name The only home I've ever knowed Was a suitcase and the open road And it's many a mile I’ve spent on this road It's many a mile I have gone So I'll fill my glasses up to the brim And through my glass my world looks dim But I know outside there's light somewhere Maybe my rambling will get me there And it's many a mile I’ve spent on this road It's many a mile I‘ve gone It's many a mile I’ve spent on this road And it's many a mile I will go |
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Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry; You killed poor Laurie Foster, And you know you're bound to die. You left her by the roadside Where you begged to be excused; You left her by the roadside, Then you hid her clothes and shoes. Hang your head, Tom Dooley, Hang your head and cry; You killed poor Laurie Foster, And you know you're bound to die. You took her on the hillside For to make her your wife; You took her on the hillside, And ther you took her life. You dug the grave four feet long And you dug it three feet deep; You rolled the cold clay over her And tromped it with your feet. Hang your head, Tom Dooley, Hang your head and cry; You killed poor Laurie Foster, And you know you're bound to die. "Trouble, oh it's trouble A-rollin' through my breast; As long as I'm a-livin', boys, They ain't a-gonna let me rest. I know they're gonna hang me, Tomorrow I'll be dead, Though I never even harmed a hair On poor little Laurie's head." Hang your head, Tom Dooley, Hang your head and cry; You killed poor Laurie Foster, And you know you're bound to die. "In this world and one more Then reckon where I'll be; If is wasn't for Sheriff Grayson, I'd be in Tennesee. You can take down my old violin And play it all you please. For at this time tomorrow, boys, Iit'll be of no use to me." Hang your head, Tom Dooley, Hang your head and cry; You killed poor Laurie Foster, And you know you're bound to die. "At this time tomorrow Where do you reckon I'll be? Away down yonder in the holler Hangin' on a white oak tree. Hang your head, Tom Dooley, Hang your head and cry; You killed poor Laurie Foster, And you know you're bound to die. |
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