The Kingston Trio - "Capitol Years, The" [compilation] (1995) by The Kingston Trio (보컬) on maniadb.com

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

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.)

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)

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.

(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.

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)

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--

My lady love, she stands a-waitin' far across the wide Missouri. On the banks I hear her callin' to me.
Chorus:
A-roll, a-roll a-ree, across the wide Missouri. (Repeat line)
For seven years I've been a-roamin'. Seven years I left the valley. Now I live just for my true love to see.

(Chorus)

I'm pushing on when dawn's a-breakin', goin' 'cross the wide Missouri where my love, she stands a-waitin' for me.
A roll, (a-roll a-ree), a roll a-ree, across the wide Missouri. (Repeat)

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

Well, I thought I heard a captain say, "Pay me my money down. Tomorrow is my sailing day, pay me my money down."

Chorus:
Oh, pay me. Pay me. Pay me my money down. Pay me or go to jail. Pay me my money down.

Soon as that boat was clear of the bar, pay me my money down, well, he knocked me down with the end of a spar
Pay me my money down.

(Chorus)

Wish I was Sherman Adamson, pay me my money down. Get a coke and watch the fun. Pay me my money down.

(Chorus)

Wish I was Erv Jellison, pay me my money down. Fly away and have some fun. Pay me my money down.

(Chorus, twice)

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?

Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

Only one thing that money can't buy, true love that will never die. All my sorrows soon forgotten.
Carefree lovers down country lanes, don't know my grief, can't feel my pain. All my sorrows soon forgotten.
But it's too late, my love. Too late but never mind. All my sorrows soon forgotten.

Now there's one more thing that troubles my mind. My love is gone, left me behind. All my sorrows soon forgotten.
But it's too late, my love. Too late but never mind. All my sorrows soon forgotten.

Lou Gottlieb

Chorus:
Good news, chariot's comin'. (Repeat twice)
And I don't want it to leave me behind. (Repeat chorus first time)

There's a long white robe in heaven I know (there's a long white robe in heaven I know)
There's a long white robe in heaven I know and I don't want it to leave me behind.

(Chorus)

There's a starry crown in heaven I know (there's a starry crown in heaven I know)
There's a starry crown in heaven I know and I don't want it to leave me behind.

(Chorus)

There's a golden harp in heaven I know (there's a golden harp in heaven I know)
There's a golden harp in heaven I know and I don't want to leave it behind.

(Chorus)

Jane Bowers

A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die. A line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh.
"The man who would fight to the death cross over but he who that would live better fly,"
And over the line stepped a hundred and seventy-nine.

Chorus:
Hi! Up! Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below, so the rest of Texas will know and remember the Alamo!

Jim Bowie lay dyin', his powder was ready and dry. From flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply,
And young Davy Crockett was smilin' and laughin'. The challenge was fierce in his eye.
For Texas and freedom, a man more than willin' to die.

(Chorus)

A courier sent to the battlements, bloody and loud. With words of fare well in the letters he carried were proud.
"Grieve not, little darlin', my dyin' if Texas is sovereign and free. We'll never surrender and ever will liberty be!"

(Chorus)

Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo!

John Stewart

I got a gal in Tennessee, sweetest little gal that you ever did see. Works all day in a cotton mill. Makes her gin in a bathtub still.

Chorus:
Here we go, 'round again. Singing a song about Molly Dee. Far away, I know not where she's the girl who waits for me.

My true love's in Memphis town. Pretty little thing names Sally Brown.
Travels around on a riverboat. Shares her room with a billy goat!

(Chorus)

Spending my money, gonna drink it away. I'll start saving on another day.
Wasting my time in the Silver Dollar. Pinch them girls just to hear them hollar.

(Chorus)

Chorus:
I must bid adieu to my island. Leave the nights by the sea. My heart is heavy inside me. Bow down just like a palm tree.

The nights may be warm in Hawaii and the sun may shine on Rome
But the steel bands are playing in Trinidad and my heart tells me that's home.

(Chorus)

I've traveled around on the sailing ships from Barbados to Bombay,
But the laughter in the market in Trinidad tells me that's where I should stay.

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (repeat)

The sun's comin' out of the ocean now, and in an hour I'll be gone.
Watch from the mountain when the ships sail in for the one I'll be on.

(Chorus)

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, a, la, la (repeat)

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights.
We'd hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen.

When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs
With perfumed hair that came undone when I was twenty-one.

When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls of independent means.
We'd ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs would drive when I was thirty-five.

But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the year and now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs.
From the brim to the dregs, it poured sweet and clear. It was a very good year.

Frankie and Johnnie were sweet hearts. They had a quarrel one day. Johnny vowed he would leave her.
He said he was going away. Never coming home. Goin' away to roam.

"My love, Johnny, please stay. Now, oh, my honey, I've done you wrong but please don't go away."
Then Johnny sighed while Frankie cried.

Chorus:
"Oh, I'm a-going away. I'm a-goin' to stay. Never coming home. You're gonna miss me ,honey, in the days to come
When the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered up
And when you think of the way, you're gonna wish me back, your lovin' man,
You're gonna miss me, honey, in the day they say's to come."

Frankie done said to her Johnny, "Now man your hour done come." "Cause from behind her kimono she drew her forty-four gun.
"These love affairs are hard to bear!"
Johnny, he fled down the stairway. "My love, Frankie, don't shoot!" Frankie done aimed the forty-four
While the town went rooty-toot-toot. As Johnny fell, then Frankie yelled,

(Chorus)

"Send for your rubber tired hearses. Send for your rubber tired hacks. Carry old Johnny to the graveyard, I've shot him in the back
With a great big gun as the preacher begun.
Send for some policeman to take me right away. Lock me down in the dungeon cell and throw the key away.
My Johnny's dead because he said.

(Chorus)

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.