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
When I was just a little boy, my father said to me, "Come here and learn a lesson from the lovely lemon tree. My son, it's most important," my father said to me, "to put your faith in what you feel and not in what you see."
Chorus: Lemon tree, very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet, but the fruit of the poor lemon is a thing one cannot eat. (Repeat chorus)
Beneath that Lemon Tree one day, my love and I did lie. A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the sun rose in the sky. We passed the summer lost in love beneath the Lemon Tree. The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me.
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One day she left without a word. She took away the sun and in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done. She left me for another. It's a common tale but true. A sadder man but wiser now, I sing these words to you.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. I'm worried now...but I won't be worried long.
(Bobby:) Got myself a Cadillac, thirty dollars down. Got myself a brand new house five miles out of town. Got myself a gal named Sue, treats me really fine. Yes, she's my baby and I love her all the time.
It takes a worried, worried man to sing a worried, worried song. It takes a worried, worried man to sing a worried, worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. I'm worried now...but I won't be worried long.
(Nickie:) I've been away on a business trip, travelin' all around. I've got a gal and her name is Sue, prettiest gal in town. She sets my mind to worryin' every time I'm gone. I'll be home tonight...so I won't be worried long!
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. I'm worried now...but I won't be worried long.
(Dave:) Well, Bobby's in the living room, holding hands with Sue. Nickie's at that big front door, 'bout to come on through. Well, I'm here in the closet. Oh, Lord, what shall I do? We're worried now but we won't be worried long.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. I'm worried now...but I won't be worried long.
You don't knock. (You don't knock.)You just walk on in. The door (the door) into heaven's inn. There's love (there's love) and joy for you to share (to share) the whole day through. I know (I know) my friends are there to rest (to rest) in the heaven's nest. You don't knock, ring, punch a hole. The door's wide open a-waitin' for your soul. You don't knock just walk on in.
I've walked life's winding road (Oh, yeah!) 'cause I'm tryin' to bear the load (Oh, yeah!) And I traveled both night and day. (Oh, yeah!) So tired I could hardly pray (Oh, yeah!) Well, Jesus, my light and guide, (Oh, yeah!) oh, He's ever by my side. (Oh, yeah!) So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin', into heaven with pride.
I'll have no need to fear. (Oh, yeah!) Well, He is ever near. (Oh, yeah!) He'll know my work was true. (Oh, yeah!) So glad the day is through. (Yeah!) Well it wasn't for me to say. (Oh, yeah!) I didn't think I'd make my way. (Oh, yeah!)' So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin', to heaven with pride.
Have you heard of the ship, called the good Reuben James Run by hard fighting men, both of honor and fame She flew the stars and stripes for the land of the free But tonight she's in her grave at the bottom of the sea
Oh, tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James? Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
One hundred men went down to their dark and watery graves When that good ship went down only forty-four were saved T'was the last of October, they save the forty-four From the dark, icy waters of that cold Iceland shore
Oh, tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James? Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
It was there in the dark, of that cold and water night They watched for the U-Boats, they waited for a fight Then a whine and a rock and a great explosion's roar They laid the Reuben James on that cold ocean floor
Oh, tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James? Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
Many years have passed since those brave men are gone Those cold, icy waters, they're still and they're calm Many years have passed and still I wonder why The worst of men must fight and the best of men must die
Oh, tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James? Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls picked them, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone? Long time passing Where have all the young girls gone? Long time ago Where have all the young girls gone? Gone to young men, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young men gone? Long time passing Where have all the young men gone? Long time ago Where have all the young men gone? Gone for soldiers, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?
Where have all the soldiers gone? Long time passing Where have all the soldiers gone? A long, long time ago Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to graveyards, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?
Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time passing Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time ago Where have all the graveyards gone? Gone to flowers, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?
Chorus: This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the New York island, From the red wood forest to the Gulf stream waters. This land was made for you and me.
As I was walkin' that ribbon of a highway, I saw above me that endless skyway. I saw below me that golden valley. This land was made for you and me.
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I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps to the sparklin' sands of her diamond desert And all around me a voice was sounding, "This land was made for you and me."
The sun came shining and I was strolling and the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling As the fog was lifting a voice was calling, "This land was made for you and me."
How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take 'till he knows that too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many years must a mountain exist before it's washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free? Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.
If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone, you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two, Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four, Lord, I'm five hundred miles a way from home. Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home, Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home.
Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name. Lord, I can't go back home this-a way. This-a way, this-a way, this-a way, this-a way, Lord, I can't go back home this-a way. (Interlude, repeat first verse)
Adieu, Emile, my trusted friend, We've known each other since we were nine or ten. Together we climbed hills and trees, Learned of love and A B Cs, Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees. Adieu, Emile, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky. Now that the Spring is in the air Pretty girls are ev'rywhere. Think of me and I'll be there.
We had joy. We had fun. We had seasons in the sun, But the hills we would climb Were just seasons out of time.
Adieu, Papa, please pray for me. I was the black sheep of the family. You tried to teach me right from wrong. Too much wine and too much song, Wonder how I got along. Adieu, Papa, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky. Now that the Spring is in the air Little children ev'rywhere. When you see them, I'll be there.
We had joy. We had fun. We had seasons in the sun, But the wine and the song Like the seasons have all gone.
Adieu, Francoise, my trusted wife, Without you I'd have had a lonely life. You cheated lots of times but then, I forgave you in the end Though your lover was my friend. Adieu, Francoise, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky. Now that the spring is in the air With your lovers ev'rywhere; Just be careful, I'll be there.
All our lives we had fun. We had seasons in the sun, But the stars we could reach Were just starfish on the beach.
Adieu, Emile. Adieu, Papa. Adieu, Francoise.
We had joy. We had fun. We had seasons in the sun, But the wine and the song Like the seasons have all gone.
All our lives, we had fun. We had seasons in the sun, But the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach.
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.
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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.
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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.
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!
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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.
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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?"
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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.
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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.
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He's the man who never returned. He's the man who never returned. E tu, Charlie?
Only one thing that money can't buy, t rue 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."
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.
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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!"
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Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo!
by George Archer, c. 1947,1964, 1965 (Many thanks to Big Wayne Shrubsall for researching and contributing these lyrics)
E inu tatou e hara E inu tatou ite ava e E inu tatou e E inu tatou e hara E inu tatou ite ava e E inu tatou e
A rave hoi oe A rave hoi oe *A rave ite mau peu ri'i e A rave e-- ite mau peu ri'i mau ae te man ote vahine e.
For singers: pronounce each syllable and vowel separately. The line marked * then would be pronounced this way: Ah rahvay eetay mah oo payoo ree-ee ay (as in 'say'). However, Guard's solo verse is NOT part of Archer's original."
Chorus: Well, it's hard. Ain't it hard? Ain't it hard (oh, yes) to love one who never did love you. Well, it's hard. Ain't it hard? Ain't it hard, great God, to love one who never will be true?
Well, there is a house in this old town. That's where my true love lays around. She sits down upon another's knee (do tell) and tells him what she never will tell me.
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The first time I seen my true love she was a-standin' by my door, And the last time I seen her false-hearted smile, she was dead on that bar room floor! (Poor girl!)
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Well, who's gonna kiss your ruby lips? (Not you, sweetie!) Who's gonna hold your little hand? (Hand?) Who's gonna do, well, you know what, when I'm down in that promised land? (I will!)
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Well, don't go drinkin' and gamblin'. Don't go there your sorrows for to drown. This hard liquor place is a low-down disgrace. It's the meanest damn place in this town!
