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| 2. |
| 4:09 | 
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I’m still at the door, and I’m chilled to the core
Hannah, darling baby, take me back once more Out in the snow, I’m shivering so My strings are rattling in the breezes that blow Hannah be nice, ‘cause I done not twice Let me in there child, you know I’m cold as ice From there too, I smell a chicken stew Hannah I love only you Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, Hannah, Hannah Hannah won’t you open that door Hannah, Hannah won’t you change your manner This is old Bill Johnson, don’t you love me no more I plead, ‘cause I need, That place behind the stove that I used to have before Now, Hannah! (knocks on guitar body) Oh, Hannah! (knocks on microphone) Why the Devil don’t you open that door Let me in please, honest I’ll freeze I’ll catch the grip again and I’m starting to freeze I’m gonna start crying, it’s a low down crime She’s singing a song about the Old Summertime Frostbit feet, my nose is like a beet Let me in there Hannah, you know I need some heat I love you still, and I always will Hannah, Oh Hannah, this is Bill Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Hannah, Hannah Hannah won’t you open that door Hannah, Hannah won’t you change your manner This is old Bill Johnson, don’t you love me no more I plead, ‘cause I need, That place behind the stove that I used to have before Now, Hannah! (knocks on guitar body) Oh, Hannah! (knocks on microphone) Why the Devil don’t you open that door |
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| 3. |
| 3:40 |
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Well, bye and bye when the mornin' come
All the saints got to gather at home Tell a story of how we'll overcome We'll understand it better bye and bye Now, tossed, and I were driven on the restless sea of time Tossed was causing howling winds all succeed a bright sunshine In the land of perfect days, when the mists have rolled away We will understand it better bye and bye Well, bye and bye when the mornin' come All the saints got to gather at home Tell a story of how we'll overcome We'll understand it better bye and bye Dark trials on every hand and we cannot understand All the ways that God will lead us to that distant promised land But he guides us with his eyes and we'll follow till we die And we'll understand it better bye and bye I'm singin' now, bye and bye when the mornin' come All the saints got to gather at home Tell a story of how we'll overcome We'll understand it better bye and bye Temptation's hidden snares often takes us unawares And our hearts are made to bleed for a thoughtless word deed We wonder why it's a test when we try to do our best But we'll understand it better bye and bye Now, bye and bye when the mornin' come All the saints got to gather at home Tell a story of how we'll overcome We'll understand it better bye and bye |
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| 4. |
| 4:05 |
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[Chorus]
Well, the cuckoo, she's a fine bird And she warbles as she flys And she never hollers, "Cuckoo" Till the fourth day of July Well, I've played cards in England And I've played cards up in Spain And I'll bet you ten dollars That I'll beat you, very next game Jack a'Diamonds, Jack a'Diamonds Well, I know you of old Well, you rob my poor pocket Of my silver and my gold Sometimes I wonder What makes women love men And sometimes I wonder What makes men love them Gonna build me a castle On the mountain so high So I can, see my Marilyn As she goes on by Chorus |
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| 6. |
| 3:02 |
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I've traveled 'round this country wide seekin' fortune fair
Up and down the two coastlines, I've been most everywhere From Portland east, to Portland west, and back along the line I'm goin' back to the place that's best, that old hometown of mine Chorus Eight more miles to Louisville, we're comin' to my view Eight more miles on this old road and I'll never more be blue I knew someday that I'd come back, I knew it from the start Eight more miles to Louisville that's the hometown of my heart There's bound to be a gal somewhere that you love best of all Well, mine lives down in Louisville, she's long and she is tall She's the kind that you can't find ramblin' through the land I'm on my way this very day to win her heart and hand Chorus I can picture in my mind a place we'll call our home It's a humble little shack for two, and we never more will roam The place that's right is in my sight, it's in them bluegrass hills Where gently flows the O-hi-o by place called Louisville Chorus |
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| 3:39 |
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Well, I went down to a big crap game
Certainly was against my will I lost every doggone nickel I had But a greenback dollar bill The boys had a bet layin' on the floor And my buddy's point were nine When the police come they got all a'them But I got mine I got mine, lemme tell ya, I got mine I grabbed that money and out the backdoor, I went flyin' Ever since that big crap game, I been livin' on chicken and wine I'm a leader in high society, yeah, since I got mine Now I went down to a turkey feast And that dinner certainly was fine Fifteen minutes 'fore the table was set All the jitterbugs fell in line When they brought them carboys in Uncle Joe, how his eyes did shine I mean, talk about wrestlin' and grabbin' Now I got mine Whoa, I got mine, lemme tell ya, I got mine I grabbed that turkey and out the backdoor, I went flyin' I tried to make it to a hidin' place But I didn't get there in time Some rascal grabbed me by my coat And I got mine Well, I went down to my best gal's house last night And the hour was just about nine I wasn't dressed up like Henry Ford But I was feelin' just as fine I caught her sitting on another rascal's lap I didn't like that sign I told that joker what I thought of him And I got mine. Yeah, I got mine, lemme tell ya, I got mine I grabbed my coat and out the backdoor, I went flyin' That joker grabbed a big shotgun And he used it mighty fine I mean, talk about a rascal runnin', yeah Now I got mine Say, I know a barbershop, down in town, it's over on North Fall Street It's the only place on a Saturday night that we gamblers can all meet Some come in for haircut, some come in for a scrap When they see my buddy and me down there, we mean to shoot some crap Holler "Seven, eleven, won't you come, come, come" If you don't seven-eleven dice, I'm done, done, done If I see the police 'fore he sees me, I'm gonna run, run, run I'm a leader in high society, yeah, since I got mine |
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| 5:28 |
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It was in the town of Jacksboro, in the year of '33
When a man by the name of Crego, come steppin' up to me Sayin' "How do you do young fella, and how would you like to go And spend the summer pleasant on the range of the buffalo?" Well, it's me bein' out of employment to old Crego I did say "This goin' out on the buffalo range depends upon the pay But if you pay good wages, transportation to and fro I think, sir, I might go with you to the range of the buffalo" "Oh, yes I pay good wages, transportation to and fro If you'll spend the season through on the range of the buffalo If you do become homesick, and to your sweetheart you must go I'll not pay transportation from the range of the buffalo" Well our outfit bein' ready, boys, seventy whole-bodied men With many a six and needle gun, our travels did begin The way it was a pleasant one, the way we had to go Until we crossed Pease River, boys, in the range of the buffalo Well, now we've crossed Pease River, boys, and our troubles have begun First damn tail I went to rip, that's how I cut my thumb The water's salty as Hell's fire, and the beef we could not go And the Indians waited to pick us off, in the range of the buffalo Well our hearts were cased with buffalo hocks, and our souls were cased with steel The hardships of that summer would like to make us reel While skinnin' the damned old stinkers, our lives they had no show But the Indians waited to pick us off, from the plains of Mexico Well, the season bein' near over, boys, old Crego he did say That the boys had been extravagant, and were in debt to him that day We begged him and we pleaded, but still it was no go So we left old Crego's bones to bleach, on the range of the buffalo Well now we've crossed Pease River, boys, and homeward we are bound No more in that Hellfire country, will ever we be found Go home to our wives and sweethearts, and tell others not to go For God's forsaken the buffalo range, and the damned old buffalo NOTE: Pease River is a tributary of the Red River in west Texas. |
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| 3:10 |
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I know that I'd be satisfied
If I could hop that train and ride If I make Atlanta with no place to go Make me one pallet on your floor Make me a pallet on your floor Make it right down by the door Make it long, make it low So my good gal won't never know Make me a pallet on your floor Give everybody my regards I'm goin' if I have to ride the rods And if I make Atlanta with no place to go Make me a pallet on your floor You hear me now, make me a pallet on your floor Make it right down by the door Make it long, make it low So my good gal won't never know Make me a little pallet right down on your floor Make it down on the floor for me (spoken) I'm said I'm tired and I can't work no more You know I'm tired and I can't work no more Well, I'm tired, lonesome, weary, and I can't work no more Pretty baby now, make me a little pallet right down on your floor Yeah now, make me a pallet on your floor Well make it right down by the door Make it long, make it low So my good gal won't never know Make me a pallet on your one more time now Make me a pallet on your floor Yeah make it right down by the door Make it long, make it low So my good gal won't never know Make me one pallet on your floor, floor, floor, whoa whoa |
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| 3:12 |
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| 11. |
| 4:42 |
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My Creole belle, I love her well
My darlin' baby, my Creole belle My Creole belle, I love her well My darlin' baby, my Creole belle When stars shine, I'll call her mine My darlin' baby, my Creole belle My Creole belle, I love her well My darlin' baby, my Creole belle [Instrumental break] One verse of "My Creole Belle" "Play it again, you only played it once" (spoken) Followed by one verse of "This Land Is Your Land" (chord progression is the same) My Creole belle, I love her well My darlin' baby, my Creole belle My Creole belle, I love her well My darlin' baby, my Creole belle |
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| 3:58 |
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Chorus
Relax your mind, relax your mind Make you feel so fine sometime Sometime you got to relax your mind When the light turns green Put your foot down on the gasoline Sometime you got to relax your mind Chorus When the light turns red Put your foot down on the brake instead Sometime you got to relax your mind Chorus When the light turns blue What in the world are you gonna do Sometime you got to relax your mind Chorus |
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