The Kingston Trio

(Lou Gottlieb)

'Round about the mountain. 'Round about the mountain. My God is waitin'. You can rise in His arms. [Repeat]

[Chorus:]
The Lord loves a sinner. The Lord loves a sinner man. The Lord loves a sinner who will rise in His arms.

I would not be a sinner. I'll tell you the reason why. If the Lord should want me, I would not be ready to die!
I tell you fellow members, things happen mighty strange. The Lord was good to Israel and His ways don't ever change.

[Chorus]

Sometimes I feel discouraged and think my works in vain, but then the Holy Spirit revives my soul again.
If you can't pray like Peter, if you can't preach like Paul, go home and tell your neighbor that He died to save us all.

[Chorus]

'Round about the mountain. 'Round about the mountain. My God is waitin'. You can rise in His arms.
The Lord loves a sinner. The Lord loves a sinner man. The Lord loves a sinner who will rise in His arms.

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)

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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)

Chorus:
Adios, farewell, goodbye, Majicita. My love for you was never my crime. Adios, farewell, goodbye, Senorita.
I'll need the love of a man in his prime.
(2, 3, 4) I'll leave the love of a man in his prime.

I'm a rambler and a gambler, a get rich quick scrambler. I follow the laws that I make own my own.
Had to run to, take my gun to South of the border but I'm not the kind who can live all alone.

(Chorus)

Just a ridin' and a-hidin', my time I was bidin' till I met my love in a small village square.
Took her off right beside me with nothing to guide me. Nothin' but stars shinin' down in her hair.

(Chorus)

Like a fool I adored her, took her back to the border so we could be married till death do us part,
But the posse was a-waitin' and the wild gun of Satan shattered the love in my poor darlin's heart.

(Chorus)

In Trinidad there was a family with much confusion, as you will see.
There was a mama and a papa and a son who was young,T who wanted to marry, have
a wife of his own.
"You cannot marry that girl. I got to say 'No.' That girl is your sister but
your mama don't know!"

Chorus:
Ah, woe, ah, me. Shame and scandal in the family. (Repeat)

So he found a young girl who suited him nice. He went to his papa to ask his
advice.
His papa said, "Son, I got to say 'No.' That girl is your sister but your mama
don't know!"

(Chorus)

As the weeks went by, the boy looked around. Soon the best cook on the island
he found.
He went to his papa to name the day. His papa looked at him and at him he did
say,
"You cannot marry that girl. I gotta say, 'No.' That girl is your sister, but
your mama don't know!"

(Chorus)

So the years went by and he wished he was dead. He had seventeen girls and
still wasn't wed.
When he'd ask his papa, papa would always say, "No! That girl is your sister
but your mama don't know!"

(Chorus)

So he went to his mama and he bowed his head. Told his mama what his papa had
said.
His mama said, "Son, go, man, go! Your papa ain't your papa but your papa don't
know!"

(Chorus)

Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

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."

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.

Time to let the rain fall without the help of man. Time to let the trees grow tall. Now, if they only can.
Time to let our children live in a land that's free. Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free.

Time to blow the smoke away and look at the sky again. Time to let our friends know we'd like to begin again.
Time to send a message across the land and sea. Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free.

Strong and weak, mild and meek, no more hide and seek.
Time to see the fairness of a children's game. Time for men to stop and learn to do the same.
Time to make our minds up if the world at last will be. Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free.

Time to let the rain fall without the help of man. Time to let the trees grow tall. Now, if they only can.
Time to let our children live in a land that's free. Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free.

Time to blow the smoke away and look at the sky again. Time to let our friends know we'd like to begin again.
Time to send a message across the land and sea. Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free.

Strong and weak, mild and meek, no more hide and seek.
Time to see the fairness of a children's game. Time for men to stop and learn to do the same.
Time to make our minds up if the world at last will be. Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free.

I know I'll never meet another hunk o' woman like my Ann. She makes me feel like a great big man.
I'm gonna go tell her mama what I think about her, say, "Thank you, ma'am, for giving me your daughter Ann."

She sure is stacked from her toes to the nape of her neck, she's packed like a seed in a grape, she's smooth as marble skin.
When I see her I believe I'm a real young guy and ev'ry time I go to work I think I might die if I can't hurry home again.
If the good Lord worked all night a-makin' me a female plan, I'd say, "No, thanks, Lord. I'll just keep Ann."
How could I ever look at any other woman when I've got Ann? I feel so good when she takes my hand.
I'm gonna go tell her daddy what I think about her, say, "Thank you, man, for giving me your daughter Ann."
When I come home and I feel like I've been run over by a ten-ton truck she can rub my shoulder and ease my aches and pains.
If I lose my job and I'm down to a silver dollar and I feel like a dried up gourd in a holler, she soothes my brow like summer rain.
If the good Lord worked a hundred years at makin' me a female plan, I'd say, "No, thanks, Lord. I'll just keep Ann."
I'd say, "No thanks, Lord, I'll just keep Ann."

The anchor is weighed and sails they are set. Away, Rio!
The girls back home we'll never forget for we're bound for the Rio Grande.
And away, Rio! High away, Rio! The girls back home we'll never forget for we're bound for the Rio Grande.
Two more days, Johnny, two more days. Only two more days, Johnny, two more days.

The mainsail is up and the spinnaker's out. Away, Rio!
We'll head for Cape Horn and then pull her about for we're bound for the Rio Grande.
And away, Rio! High away, Rio! We'll head for Cape Horn and then pull her about for we're bound for the Rio Grande.
One more day, Johnny, one more day. Only one more day, Johnny, one more day.

When we get to Rio we'll drop all our pay. Away, Rio!
And young Michael Christian is countin' the days for we're bound for the Rio Grande.
And away, Rio! High away, Rio! And young Michael Christian is countin' the days for we're found for the Rio Grande.
There she lies, Johnny, there she lies. There she lies, Johnny, there she lies.

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!)

Chorus:
Oh, I stood watchin', oh, I stood waitin' and as the rivers of freedom run through this land
I'll be there for to lend you my hand.

(Spoken:)
Well, I listened to the shouting of those with their lies who tore at the heart of this country of mine.

But here's where a quiet man with truth in his hand can make a stand and be heard in this land. So,

(Chorus)

So I stood by the watch road till the October of their days
With the winds to my left and then far from the right, blowing my way

But now is the hour. The time I can see when we'll win with the truth that has made us free. So,

(chorus)

Oh, the Thresher, the finest atomic ship that ever dived for the sea.
Each man on board was a volunteer. Was there 'cause he chose there to be.

Chorus:
Ev'ry man jack on board was a hero. Ev'ry man jack on board there was brave.
Ev'ry man jack on board was a hero. Each man risked a watery grave.

Oh, their wives and their sweethearts came down to port their last fond good-byes there to say.
Each tried her best to be tearless and brave. They promised to meet there some day.

(Chorus)

Then "Dive" said the Captain and we held our breath. A sound like she'd broken in two.
That was the last we ever heard of her. Last word we had of her crew.

(Chorus)

Oh, the Thresher, yes, now her reactor is still but very good company she keeps.
Men from the Lexington, Hornet, and the Wasp are down there with her in the deep.

(Chorus)

Dave Guard

Banua, Banua, banua, oh! Banua, Banua, baby, I don't know. (Hit it!) ( Once again!)(Repeat)

Won't you come to me, baby? Won't you bring me my bail?
For a drink and a fight on a Saturday night, they put down in the Banua jail.

(Chorus)

I didn't mean to be fightin' and bringin' you all of this shame,
But the tongue of Jonathan Brighton was scandalizin' your name.

(Chorus)

This Banua jail is cold and damp. The rats, they cover the floor.
Just ten and three will set me free and I'll be yours forever more. (Soft!)

(Chorus)

Banua!

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--

(Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart)

[Chorus:]
Well, there's a big ball in Boston, big ball in town. Big ball in Boston, I'm gonna get on down.

The birthplace of our nation is Boston so they say. They try to keep it as it was but it's changing ev'ry day.

[Chorus]

The Red Coats, they were comin', their cloth was made of tweed. Some say their shirts were button down (The tradition is Ivy League.)

[Chorus]

We met a chap from Harvard, very slim and pale. The last time that we saw him he was dancing with a cat from Yale.

[Chorus]

And just a mile from Harvard's a campus you should see. M I T K E Y M O U S E

[Chorus]

The folks who come from Boston are said to be quite dated. So whadda ya have to say, my friend?
Well, uh, Bobby and Teddy and I made it.

[Chorus]

There's a winding road and a tall pine tree, by the tall pine tree, she waits for me.
Oh, yes, she waits in the little green house that sits on top of Billy Goat Hill.

Chorus:
I left my love in the little green house. I left my love with a broken heart.
I left my love in the little green house that sits on top of Billy Goat Hill.

There's a white front porch and a ramblin' rose, by the ramblin' rose we made our vow.
Oh, yes, we vowed in the little green house that sits on top of Billy Goat Hill

(Chorus)

I'll return some day to the winding road to my one true love who waits for me.
Yes, there she'll be in the little green house that sits on top of Billy Goat Hill

(Chorus)

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)

When I sailed into Portland town, I called upon my dear. Her window held a candle. It's light shone bright and clear.
I walked up to her doorstep. I knew she was within. Her candle told the story, boys, and I was home again.

I like her good behaviour. I like her easy way. I cannot sleep contented. The night seems like the day.
To sail in muddy weather, it makes me want to shout and roll her in my arms, boys, and blow the candle out.

When I got home to Portland, 'twas as I said before. The candle at the window and my love at the door.
We let the candle go, boys. We had no care or strife. We went to see the parson and she became my wife.

And when we have a baby, boys, we'll name him after me. She'll keep him neat and kiss him and rock him on her knee,
And when this trip is over, I'll sail no more about. Yes, I'll remain in Portland, Maine, to blow the candle out.

Dave Guard

'Tis advertised in Boston, New York, and Buffalo a hundred hearty sailors, a whalin' for to go.

Chorus:
Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow.

They tell you of the clipper ships a-runnin' in and out. They say you'll take five hundred whales before you're six months out.

(Chorus)

The skipper's on the after deck a-squintin' at the sails. When up above the lookout spots a mighty school of whales.

(Chorus)

Then lower down the boats, my boys, and after him we'll travel but if you get too near his tail, he'll kick you to the devil.

(Chorus)

And now that he is ours, my boys, we'll bring him alongside. Then over with our blubber hooks and rob him of his hide.

(Chorus)

When we get home, our ship made fast, and we get through our sailin'. A brimmin' glass around we'll pass and hang this blubber whalin'.

(Chorus)

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.

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.

Gonna find a bran' new gal. Don't want one who's lazy 'cause the one I got right now, 'bout to drive me crazy.
'Bout to drive me crazy. 'Bout to drive me wild. 'Bout to drive me down that road more'n a hundred miles.

I don't want a workin' gal, one whose face is flow'ry. I just want a country gal who'll have a handsome dowry.
I don't want a city gal, one who's kind-a lazy 'cause I got a gal in town 'bout to drive me crazy.
'Bout to drive me crazy. 'Bout to drive me wild. 'Bout to drive me down that road more'n a hundred miles.

I don't want a city gal who sips of cherry wine. I want a gal to share with me my country turpentine.
Reaching for that mountain, leave her here in town. Boarding at a big hotel, run her money down.
Run her money down, boys, run her money down. Boarding at that big hotel, run her money down.

She lived here when I met her. She'll live here when I'm gone. She'll stay around, run her money down, but me, I'm moving on.
Me, I'm moving on, boys. Me, I'm moving on. Stay and run her money down, me I'm movin' on.
'Bout to drive me crazy. 'Bout to drive me wild. 'Bout to drive me down that road more'n hundred miles.

Joe Hickerson/Dave Guard

Was you ever in Quebec, bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, stowing timber on the deck, bonny hielan' laddie.
Was you ever in Dundee, bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, there some pretty ships you'll see, bonny hielan' laddie.

Chorus:
Hey, ho, and away we go, bonny laddie, hielan' laddie.
Hey, ho, and away we go, bonny hielan' laddie.

This Boston town don't suit my notion and I'm bound for far away.
So, I'll pack my bag and sail the ocean and I'll see you on another day.

Was you ever in Mobile Bay, bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, loading cotton by the day, bonny hielan' laddie.
Was you ever 'round Cape Horn, bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, with the Lion and the Unicorn, bonny hielan' laddie.

(Chorus)

One of these days and it won't be long and I'm bound for far away.
You'll take a look around and find me gone and I'll see you on another day.

Was you ever in Monterey, bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, on that town with three months pay, bonny hielan' laddie.
Was you ever in Aberdeen, bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, prettiest girls that you've ever seen, bonny hielan' laddie.

(Chorus)

Farewell, dear friends, I'm leaving soon and I'm bound for far away.
We'll meet again this coming June and I'll see you on another day.

(Chorus)

Scott Wiseman

Spoken: In the hills of North Carolina, since the times of the early settlers, a strange light has
been witnessed near the top of Brown Mountain. To this day, no one can explain the mystery of
the Brown Mountain Light.

Chorus:
High on the mountain and down in the valley below. It shines like the crown of an angel and fades as the mist comes and goes.
Way over yonder, night after night until dawn. A faithful old slave, come back from the grave (searchin')
For his master who is long, long gone.

In the days of the old covered wagon, when they camped on the flats for the night
With the stars growing dim on the old high gorge rim, they would watch for the Brown Mountain Light.

(Chorus)

Long years ago a southern planter came hunting in this wild land alone,
And here, so they say, the hunter lost his way and never returned to his home.
His trusty old slave brought a lantern and searched, but in vain, day and night.
The old slave is gone but his spirit wanders on and the old lantern still casts its light.

(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)

Chorus:
C'mon, Betty, home. Come on the very next train. You've been gone so lonesome long
I hardly know my name. I hardly know my name.

Wind in the willow go sorry sigh all night through.
Willow sigh as I pass by where I walked with you.

(Chorus)

Ripple in the river go hurry by. Never come no more.
Ripple by and tell her I'm waiting on the shore.

(Chorus)

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.

John Phillips/John Stewart

Chorus:
I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow. Gonna find a true love. That is where I want to go.
Out where them chilly winds don't blow.

Sing your song, sing it soft and low. Sing it for your baby and then I'll have to go. Out where them chilly winds don't blow

Wish I was a headlight on a west bound train. I'd shine my light on cool Colorado range
Out where them chilly winds don't blow.

If you're feelin' lonely, if you're feelin' low. Remember that I loved you more than you will ever know.
Goin' where them chilly winds don't blow.

(Chorus)

I'm leavin' in the springtime, won't be back till fall. If I can forget you, I might not come back at all.
Out where them chilly winds don't blow. (Repeat twice)

Travelin' down that coal town road. Listenin' to my rubber tires whine.
Goodbye to Buckeye and white Sycamore. I'm leavin' you behind.
I've been coal miner all of my life. Layin' down track in the hole.
Gotta back like an ironwood, bit by the wind. Blood veins blue as the coal. Blood veins blue as the coal.

Somebody said, "That's a strange tattoo you have on the side of your head."
I said, "That's the blueprint left by the coal. A little more and I'd been dead.
Well, I love the rumble and I love the dark. I love the cool of the slade,
And it's on down the new road, lookin' for a job. This travelin' nook in my head.

I stood for the union and walked in the line and fought against the company.
I stood for the U. M. W. of A. Now, who's gonna stand for me?
I've got no house and I got no job, just got a worried soul
And a blue tattoo on the side of my head left by the number nine coal. Left by the number nine coal.

Some day when I'm dead and gone to heaven, the land of my dreams.
I won't have to worry on losin' my job, on bad times and big machines.
I ain't gonna pay my money away on dues or hospital plans.
I'm gonna pick coal where the blue heavens roll and sing with the angel band.

Dave Guard/Jane Bowers

There is treasure hidden there, on the coast of California. El Diego hid it there when the Clera ran aground
On the coast of California, deep within a cave that's never seen.
Treasure, stolen from the Incas, we could capture for the Queen.

There's a mountain in the ocean on the coast of California and deep within its side the tides of night alone reveal
El Diego's hidden cave where we'll plunder the riches of Grenada.
While the Spaniard, blind with pleasure plays ashore in Ensenada.

We will sail before the dawn along the coast of California. El Diego is delayed. The wine and woman hold their sway
And our map is clearly drawn to the dark and stormy shore.
On the coast of California lies a mighty prize of war.
Tell not a soul that you have seen me. Breathe not a word of what I say. (Repeat line)

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.

John Stewart

Chorus:
Comin' from the mountains, across the Northern plains. It's off to California,
then back again to Maine.
Singin' a song that you all know, then let your voices go. So sing it out, my
brothers, wherever we may go.

We traveled here, we traveled there, we traveled ev'rywhere. We go by air, we
go by rail, any place they pay us scale.
Now, repeat the chorus, here we go

(chorus)

The folk group has a banjo because it's really in. I'll let you hear my banjo
ring when I learn to play the thing!
Now, repeat the chorus, here we go

(chorus)

The boys with Davy Crockett who died at the Alamo, I heard them say when they
attacked, "I knew this room would kill the act!"
Now, repeat the chorus, here we go

(chorus twice)

Coo coo u, I think coo coo, coo, coo coo, u. (Repeat)

How did you get so coo coo? How did you? (Repeat)

They say that it's a fact that your head is cracked. (Ya tambien somos locos.)
Well, I know it's true. You are coo coo, too. (Ya tambien somos locos.)
Once again I said you have lost your head. (Ya tambien somos locas.)
Since your ego's curbed, you are too disturbed. (Ya tambiem somos locas.)

How did you get so coo coo? How did you? (Repeat)

You are paranoid and your head is void. (Ya tambien somos locos.)
Since your wig is flipped your skull's come unzipped. (Ya tambien somos locos.)

How did you get so coo coo? How did you? (Repeat)

Dave Guard

(Guitar intro.) Cha! Cha!

Chile verde me pediste. Chile verde te dare. Vama nos para la huer ta con al la te lo cortare.(Tell them what it means then)
"You want green peppers? (Si!) I'll give you green peppers. Come out to the garden." ("Coplas!")

Chorus:
Lai, lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, lai. Lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai

Dice que los de fu casa. Ninguno me puede ver. Diles que no basta el agua que al cabo lahan do beber.
"Tell your parents not to muddy the water around us." ("Porque?") "They may have to drink it soon!" ("Coplas!")

(Chorus)

La mula que yo mente la monto hoy mi compadre. Eso a mi no me importa pues yo la mon te primero. ("Oivey!")
"Ah, so! You are surprised I speak your language. You see, I was educated in your country? at U. C. R. A." ("Coplas!")

(Chorus)

La noche que me case. No pudde dormirme un rato. Por estar toda la noche corriendos detras de un gato. (Meow!)
Me dejiste que fue un gato. Que entro por tu balcon. Yo no visto gato prieto con sombrero y pantalon!
"On my wedding night, I did not sleep a wink. ("Porque?")I spent the whole night chasing a cat that had come in over the balcony?. (Meow!) wearing a sombrero and long pants!" ("Coplas!")

(Chorus)

Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

(Guitar intro.) Cha! Cha!

Chile verde me pediste. Chile verde te dare. Vama nos para la huer ta con al la te lo cortare.(Tell them what it means then)
"The National Safety Council wishes me to inform you, 'Do not drink while driving!" ("Porque?") You're liable to hit a bump and spill the whole thing!" ("Coplas!")

Chorus:
Lai, lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, lai. Lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai

Dice que los de fu casa. Ninguno me puede ver. Diles que no basta el agua que al cabo lahan do beber. ("Parlez vous Italiano?) "Tell your parents not to muddy the water around us." ("Porque?") "Our group had 25% fewer cavities with clean water!" ("Coplas!")

(Chorus)

La mula que yo mente la monto hoy mi compadre. Eso a mi no me importa pues yo la mon te primero. ("Oivey!")
"Show me a cowboy who rides side saddle and I will show you a gay ranchero!" ("Coplas!")

(Chorus) "Now the naughty verses!

La noche que me case. No pudde dormirme un rato. Por estar toda la noche corriendos detras de un gato.
Me dejiste que fue un gato. Que entro por tu balcon. Yo no visto gato prieto con sombrero y pantalon! (Pantalones Caliente) No more drinks for the dwarf!---On my wedding night, I did not sleep a wink. ("Porque?") So, I changed to Sanka!" ("Coplas!")

(Chorus)

Jack Splittard

There's a pine log shack in the mountains. That's where my Corey dwells.
She makes the finest mash liquor. What she doesn't drink she sells.

Well, the first time I seen darlin' Corey she was weavin' through the woods
With a kerosene lantern on her shoulder and a satchel full of goods.

Please do drop down next Monday. Please bring me a jug or five.
When the sun comes up on Tuesday don't figure to be alive.

Don't care if you are livin'. Don't care if you are dead.
If you're gonna drink my product then I'm gonna take your bread. (Frail, pardner)

Well, the last time I seen darlin' Corey, she was wand'rin' through the weeds
With a government man behind her. Gonna grab her for her deeds.

Wake up, wake up, darlin' Corey. What makes you sleep so sound? The revenue officer's a comin', gonna tear your still house down.

The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning.
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps.
They're flying them back to the Mexico border
To take all their money to wade back again.

Chorus:
Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria.
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane.
All they will call you is just deportee.

My father's own father, he waded that river.
They took all the money he made in his life.
It's six hundred miles to the Mexican border
And they chased him like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves.

The airplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A great ball of fire that shook all the hills.
Who are these friends who are falling like dry leaves?
The radio said, "They're just deportees."

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can raise our good crops?
To fall like dry leaves and rot on our topsoil
And be known by no name except deportee.

(Chorus)

I was travelin' West of Buckskin on my way to a cattle run, 'cross a little cactus desert under a hard bargaining sun. Thirsty down to my toenails, I stopped to rest me on a stump, but I tell you I just couldn't believe it when I saw that water pump. I took it to be a mirage at first. It'll fool a thirsty man. Then I saw a note stuck in a bakin' powder can. "This pump is old," the note began, "but she works. So give'er a try. I put a new sucker washer in 'er. You may find the leather dry.

Chorus:
You've got to prime the pump. You must have faith and believe. You've got to give of yourself 'fore you're worthy to receive.
Drink all the water you can hold. Wash your face to your feet. Leave the bottle full for others. Thank you kindly, Desert Pete.

Yeah, you'll have to prime the pump, work that handle like there's a fire. Under the rock you'll find some water left there in a bitter's jar. Now there's just enough to prime it with, so don't you go drinkin' first. Just pour it in and pump like mad and, buddy, you'll quench your thirst.

(Chorus)

Well, I found the jar, and I tell you, nothin' was ever prettier to my eye and I was tempted strong to drink it because that pump looked mighty dry, but the note went on, "Have faith, my friend, there's water down below. You've got to give to really get. I'm the one who ought to know."

So I poured in the jar and started pumpin' and I heard a beautiful sound of water bubblin' 'n' splashin' up out of that hole in the ground. Then I took off my shoes and drunk my fill of that cold refreshin' treat. Tthen I thanked the Lord, and I thanked the pump, and I thanked old Desert Pete.

(Chorus)

I was travelin' West of Buckskin on my way to a cattle run, 'cross a little cactus desert under a hard bargaining sun. Thirsty down to my toenails, I stopped to rest me on a stump, but I tell you I just couldn't believe it when I saw that water pump. I took it to be a mirage at first. It'll fool a thirsty man. Then I saw a note stuck in a bakin' powder can. "This pump is old," the note began, "but she works. So give'er a try. I put a new sucker washer in 'er. You may find the leather dry.

Chorus:
You've got to prime the pump. You must have faith and believe. You've got to give of yourself 'fore you're worthy to receive.
Drink all the water you can hold. Wash your face to your feet. Leave the bottle full for others. Thank you kindly, Desert Pete.

Yeah, you'll have to prime the pump, work that handle like there's a fire. Under the rock you'll find some water left there in a bitter's jar. Now there's just enough to prime it with, so don't you go drinkin' first. Just pour it in and pump like mad and, buddy, you'll quench your thirst.

(Chorus)

Well, I found the jar, and I tell you, nothin' was ever prettier to my eye and I was tempted strong to drink it because that pump looked mighty dry, but the note went on, "Have faith, my friend, there's water down below. You've got to give to really get. I'm the one who ought to know."

So I poured in the jar and started pumpin' and I heard a beautiful sound of water bubblin' 'n' splashin' up out of that hole in the ground. Then I took off my shoes and drunk my fill of that cold refreshin' treat. Tthen I thanked the Lord, and I thanked the pump, and I thanked old Desert Pete.

(Chorus)

As I was out walkin' one mornin' for pleasure, I spied a cow puncher a-ridin' along.
His hat was thrown back and his spurs were a-jinglin' and as he approached he was singin' this song:

Chorus:
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. It's your misfortune and none of my own.
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. You know that Wyoming will be your new home. (Chorus)

It's early in the spring when they round up the doggies. They mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails.
They round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon. Then send the doggies out on the long tail.

(Chorus)

Your mother was raised a-way down in Texas where the Jimsonweed and the sandburrs grow.
We'll feed you up on prickly pear and cholla and then send you roamin' to old Idaho.

(Chorus)

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)

(Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart)

[Note sounded like a pitch pipe]
"Thank you, Sister."

[Chorus:]
Oh, Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn. [Repeat]
Didn't Pharaoh's army get (hut!) drownded? Oh, Mary, don't you weep. [Repeat first time]

Well, Satan got mad and he knows I'm glad. Missed that soul that he thought he had.
Now, didn't Pharaoh's army get drownded? Oh, Mary, don't you weep.

[Chorus]

Well, one of these nights around twelve o'clock, this old town's gonna really rock.
Didn't Pharaoh's army get drownded? Oh, Mary, don't you weep.

[Chorus]

Cheer up, sisters and don't you cry. There'll be good times bye and bye.
Didn't Pharaoh's army get drownded? Oh, Mary, don't you weep.

[Chorus 2x]

(Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart)

[Note sounded like a pitch pipe]
"Thank you, Sister."

[Chorus:]
Oh, Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn. [Repeat]
Didn't Pharaoh's army get (hut!) drownded? Oh, Mary, don't you weep. [Repeat first time]

Well, Satan got mad and he knows I'm glad. Missed that soul that he thought he had.
Now, didn't Pharaoh's army get drownded? Oh, Mary, don't you weep.

[Chorus]

Well, one of these nights around twelve o'clock, this old town's gonna really rock.
Didn't Pharaoh's army get drownded? Oh, Mary, don't you weep.

[Chorus]

Cheer up, sisters and don't you cry. There'll be good times bye and bye.
Didn't Pharaoh's army get drownded? Oh, Mary, don't you weep.

[Chorus 2x]

Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

Chorus:
Dorie (Repeat three times) by the firelight, come and dance with me. Blazing in the night, the fire grows.

Come and shout and sing, make the mountains ring while our hearts beat high.
Come and sing and shout. Laugh and turn about while the flames reach the sky.

(Chorus)

Burn me with desire. Set my heart a-fire. Throw your cares away.
When the dance is through, I'll be holding you till the break of day.

Dori, dori, dorie. (Repeat)

By the firelight, come and dance with me. Blazing in the night, the fire grows.
By the firelight, find romance with me. You are mine tonight, the fire grows, grows, grows, grows, grows, hey!

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."

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.

I remember Grandpa telling me that I was born as the sun was comin' up early in the morn.
Told me I was born early in the morn.

Chorus:
When you lift your eyes and see the sun a-risin' on the far horizon early in the mornin'.

It was early in the day when I set out to roam. Went to seek my fortune far away from home.
I set out to roam far away from home.

(Chorus)

But today when I awoke I missed my darlin' so. Gotta have her by my side forever more I know.
Need my darlin' so. Evermore I know.

(Chorus)

So tomorrow I'll be leavin' at the break of day. Gonna hurry to my love and there I'll always stay.
At the break of day. There I'll always stay.

(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.

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.

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)

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)

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)

Chorus:
Farewell to you, captain, the bravest in command. Goodbye to all the soldiers who didn't give a damn
For we're goin' back to Richmond, buddy, leavin' here today. Gonna sell our rifles for a jug and get drunk along the way.

'Twas in Virginia harbor Gen'ral Parker disappeared, tied sleeping soundly to a tree.
How we wept as we launched him and so cheerfully we cheered as the gen'ral drifted slowly out to sea.

(Chorus)

At the battle of Manasses, I had my certain chance to bravely fight the red and white and blue.
I was so blasted brave I stuck branches in my pants and, yes, I played a tree 'til it was through.

Please don't think that we are cowards. What a horrible suggestion! It's just that we don't feel that we belong.
Bobby misses his dear mother, John has acid indigestion and I think I feel a migraine coming on.

(Chorus)

Farewell to you, captain, we're goin' to leave you now

Terry Gilkyson

As I listen for the whistle, lie awake and wait. Wish the railroad didn't run so near,
'Cause the rattle and clatter of that old fast freight keeps a-makin' music in my ear. Go bum again. Go bum again. Oo-

Chorus:
Hear the whistle blow. Hear the whistle blow. Clickety clack, clickety clack. The wheels are saying to the railroad track.
Well, if you go, you can't come back. If you go, you can't come back. If you go, you can't come back.

Well, I wouldn't give a nickel for the bum I use to be, work as hard as any man in town.
I got a purty gal. She thinks the world of me. Man would be a fool to let her down. Go bum again. Go bum again. Oo-

(Chorus)

So ev'ry night I listen, wonder if it's late. In my dreams I'm ridin' on that train.
I feel my pulse a-beatin' with that old fast freight and thank the Lord I'm just a bum again. Go bum again. Go bum again. Oo-

(Chorus)

(Hedy West)

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)

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

Well, I'm not gonna brag but I been courtin' all my life. They consider me a roguish lad, especially for my size.

Chorus:
And with you, and with you, and with you, Genny Glenn.
I'll take you down to Glasgow Town and dance you home again. (Repeat)

Now, Genny would come a-callin' while there was still some light.
I'd sit her down with a pull or two. She'd stay most all the night.
I'd put my arm around her and then I'd bar the door.
There'd be laughin' and some squealin' like you never heard before.

(Chorus)

Well, a lot of girls would-a liked me and they're pretty, heaven knows.
But there's something about my Genny that keeps me on my toes.
She'd tickle me and squeeze me till I could hardly moan.
Then she'd light out a-runnin' and I'd chase her half way home.

(Chorus)

Well, she wouldn't come to see me for about a week or more.
She'd do it just to tease me 'cause she knew it made me sore.
Then I'd do whiskey drinkin' till the jug was getting dry.
I'd go lookin' for my Genny with a mean look in my eye.

(Chorus)

Way down in Columbus, Georgia, that's where I don't want to be.
Hey, way down in Columbus stockade. Take me back to Tennessee.

Chorus:
Well, you can take me back to old Kentucky, any place that you decide.
Just turn me loose from this old stockade. I'll tell you, buddy, I won't mind.

The other night as I lay sleepin' I dreamt I held you in my arms.
When I awoke I was mistaken. These prison walls were all around.

(Chorus)

Two years ago, it seems a long time, that's when I was free and on my own.
But here I am behind that stockade. I wish to God they'd take me home.

(Chorus)

I'll tell you, buddy, I won't mind.

Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, Poor John.

John Hardy was a fightin' man, carried a razor ev'ry day. He killed a man in Mobile town
You ought to see my Johnny get away. Ought to see my Johnny

Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, Poor John.

John Hardy was standin' at the bar, so drunk he could not see. Along came a man with a warrant in his hand,
Crying, "Johnny boy, why don't you come with me? Johnny boy, why don't you come with me?"

John Hardy had a pretty little gal, kept her dressed in blue. He saw her in the hangin' crowd,
Cryin', "Johnny boy, I'll be true to you. Johnny boy, I'll be true to you. True to you. True to you. True to you. Poor, John."

I've been to the East and I've been to the West, been this whole world 'round. I've been to the North and I lived in the South.
This will be my buryin' ground. This will be my buryin' ground.

I've been this wide world over. Been this whole world 'round. Been to the river and I've been baptized.
Take me to my buryin' ground. Getaway, getaway, getaway.

Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart

The Virgin Mary had a baby boy (repeat twice)
And they say that His name was Jesus.

Chorus:
(He come down) He come from the glory. (He come down) He come from the glorious a-Kingdom. (Repeat)
Oh, yes, believe us. Oh, yes, believe us. Oh, yes, believe us. He come from the glorious Kingdom.

Was born in a town called Bethlehem. (repeat twice)
And they say that His name was Jesus.

(Chorus)

Was sent to us from Our Father above. (repeat twice)
And they say that His name was Jesus.

(Chorus)

John Phillips

Chorus:
Well, I'm goin' away for to leave you. Might not come back any more (more, more)
If I never more see your face again, then it's honey on that far distant, distant shore. Honey on that far distant shore.

Well, now, I'm goin' down to New Orleans, just to ride on the river boat.
Gotta keep bailin' all night long just to keep the darn boat afloat.

(Chorus)

Here is where I was born and raised, where the cold, cold North wind blows.
But I'm goin' back to old Tennessee where my good gal only knows.

(Chorus)

Keep a light in your window. Keep it burnin' bright.
Someday I'm gonna come a-knockin' at your door. Baby, I'll treat you right.

(Chorus)

Well, the Goo Ga Gee is a mighty funny bird. He sings the best song that you ever, ever heard.
He learned this song from a little baby 'cause ev'ry little baby goes "Goo ga gee."

Well, the Goo Ga Gee is from the Milky Way. It flies down to earth ev'ry other day.
It hides in the corner where you can not see and as he flies away he sings, "Goo ga gee."

Well, the Goo Goo Ga Ga, Goo Goo Ga Ga, Goo Ga Gee, the Goo Ga Gee is the bird for me
And if you think my song is a little crazy, it's only 'cause you never sing the Goo Ga Gee.

(Repeat first verse)

Bill Hansen

Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day. Talkin' with my comrades to pass the time away.
Lying in the shade underneath the trees. Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas.

Chorus:
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas. Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas. (Repeat)

Just before the battle, the Gen'ral heard a row. He said, "The Yanks are coming. I hear their rifles now."
He turned around in wonder and what do you think he sees? The Georgia militia eating goober peas!

(Chorus)

Think my song has lasted almost long enough. The subject is most interesting but rhymes are mighty rough.
I wish this war was over, when free from rags and fleas, we'd kiss our wives and sweethearts and then we'd gobble goober peas!

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)

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)

Some people say I'm a no-count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travellin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

When I was a little baby
My momma said, "Hey son
Travel where you will and grow to be a man
And sing what must be sung, poor boy
Sing what must be sung."

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Now that I'm a grown man
I've travelled here and there
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song
The only ones who ever cared, poor boy
The only ones who ever cared

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Some people say I'm a no-count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travellin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should.

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Some people say I'm a no-count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travellin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

When I was a little baby
My momma said, "Hey son
Travel where you will and grow to be a man
And sing what must be sung, poor boy
Sing what must be sung."

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Now that I'm a grown man
I've travelled here and there
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song
The only ones who ever cared, poor boy
The only ones who ever cared

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Some people say I'm a no-count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travellin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should.

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Some people say I'm a no-count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travellin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

When I was a little baby
My momma said, "Hey son
Travel where you will and grow to be a man
And sing what must be sung, poor boy
Sing what must be sung."

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Now that I'm a grown man
I've travelled here and there
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song
The only ones who ever cared, poor boy
The only ones who ever cared

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Some people say I'm a no-count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travellin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should.

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Some people say I'm a no-count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travellin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

When I was a little baby
My momma said, "Hey son
Travel where you will and grow to be a man
And sing what must be sung, poor boy
Sing what must be sung."

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Now that I'm a grown man
I've travelled here and there
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song
The only ones who ever cared, poor boy
The only ones who ever cared

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Some people say I'm a no-count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travellin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should.

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Riu, riu, chiu, la guarda ribera. Dios guardo el lobo de nuestra cordera. Dios guardo el lobo de nuestra cordera.

Chorus:
Riu, riu, chiu, la guarda ribera, Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera, Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera.

El lobo rabioso la quiso morder, mas dios podero so la su po defender.
Wuiso le hacer que no pudies se pecar, niaun original esta virgen no tuviera.

(Chorus)

Este qu'es nacido es el gran monarca Cristo patriarca de carne vestido
Ha nos redimido con se hacer chiquito, que era infinito, finito se hiciera.

(Chorus)

Este viene a dar a los muertos vida, y viene a reparar de todos la caida,
Es la luz del dia a que este mozuelo este es el cordero que San Juan dijera.

(Chorus)

Yo vi mil garzones que andavan cantando, por aqui volando haciendo mil sones
Diciendo a garzones gloria sea en el cielo, y paz en el suelo pues Jesus naciera.

(Chorus)

Pues que ya tenemos lo que desamos todos juntos vamos presentes llevemos,
Todos le daremos nuestra voluntad, pues a se iqualar con nosotros viniera.

(Chorus)

Gue Gue solingaie, balliez chimin la. (Repeat) M'a dis li, oui, m'a dis li. Calbass' li connain parler. Gue Gue solingaie, balliez chimin la. (Repeat) M'a dis li, oui, m'a dis li. Calbass' li connain parler. Gue Gue

Sleep, sleep, don't you weep. Dry your tears a-while. Dream, dream, then you'll hear the singing crocodile.

Oh, dreaming, we'll go dreaming. Hush, now, baby, don't you cry.

Sail, sail, pretty babe, while the moon is low. Through bright bayou night, the dreamboats drifting slow.

Oh, dreaming, we'll go dreaming. Hush, now, baby, don't you cry.

Hangman, hangman, hangman, slack your rope a while. Think I see my brother, ridin' many a mile.
Well, brother, did you bring me silver? Brother, did you bring me gold
Or did you come to see me hangin' from the gallows poles?

No, I didn't bring you any silver. No, I didn't bring any gold. I just come to see you hangin' from the gallows pole.

Hangman, hangman, hangman, slack your rope a while. Think I see my father, ridin' many a mile.
Well, father did you bring me any silver? Father, did you bring me any gold
Or did you come to see me hangin' from the gallows poles?

No, I didn't bring you any silver. No, I didn't bring any gold. I just come to see you hangin' from the gallows pole.

Hangman, hangman, hangman, slack your rope a while. Think I see my sweetheart, ridin' many a mile.

Well, sweetheart did you bring any silver? Sweetheart, did you bring a little gold
Or did you come to see me hangin' from the gallows pole?

Yes, I brought a little silver. Yes, I brought a little gold. I didn't come to see you hangin' from the gallows pole.

Chorus:
I been doin' some hard travelin'. I thought you knowed. I been doin' some hard travelin', way down the road.
I been doin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'. I been doin' some hard travelin', Lord.

I been workin' in a hard rock tunnel. I thought you knowed. I been leanin' on a pressure drill, way down the road.
Hammer flyin', air hose suckin', six feet of mud, I sure been muckin', I been doin' some hard travelin', Lord.

(Chorus)

I been workin' the Pittsburg steel. I thought you knowed. I been workin' that red-hot slag, way down the road.
I been a-blastin'. I been a-firin'. I been a-duckin' that red-hot fire. I been doin' some hard travelin', Lord.

(Chorus)

Well, I've been hittin' that Lincoln highway. I thought you knowed. I been hittin' that sixty-six, way down the road.
Well, a heavy load and a worried mind, I a-lookin' for a woman that is hard to find. I been doin' some hard travelin', Lord.

(Chorus)

Woody Guthrie

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.

(Chorus)

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!)

(Chorus)

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!)

(Chorus)

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!

(Chorus)

Jack Splittard

We're running down a stormy sea and rolling through the thunder. 'Way haul, away. Well haul away, Joe.
It's ev'ry man aloft my boys or we'll be driven under. 'Way haul, away. Well, haul away, Joe.

Chorus:
'Way haul away. We're bound for better weather. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.

For seven days and seven nights we've labored to exhaustion. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
But now the breeze is from the East. We'll come about for Boston. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.

(Chorus)

East wind bring us home.

The ragged heavens open up. We sound the jubilation. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
The setting sun's a beacon, boys, a sign of our salvation. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.

(Chorus)

East wind bring us home.

Chorus:
Go to sleep, you weary hobo. Watch the towns go drifting by. Can't you hear the rails a-singin'? That's the hobo's lullaby.

Don't you worry about tomorrow. Let tomorrows come and go.
Tonight you've got a nice, warm boxcar, free from all the wind and snow.

(Chorus)

I know the police cause you trouble. They cause trouble everywhere,
But when you die and go to heaven, there'll be no policemen there.

(Chorus)

Can't you hear the rails a-singin', ooh? That's the hobo's lullaby.

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.

Took my girl home the other night. Got myself in an awful fight.

She said, "Doux, doux, darlin', won't you please come in?" Her old lady

socked me with a rollin pin.

Chorus:

And I bawled. I bawled. Oh, mon, you should have heard me bawl.

Well, I bawl when I feel the pin. I don't meet with that old woman

again.

Oh, yes, I bawled (I bawled.) I bawled. (I bawled.) Oh, mon, you

should have heard me bawl.

Well, I bawl when I feel the pin. I don't meet with that old woman

again.

Mon, the first time she hit me, she knocked me down. Wouldn't even let me get off the ground.
I tried to tell of the rules of Queensbury. She said, "Boy, cuts no ice with me."

(Chorus)

Oh, mon, talk about eternity. That's what that encounter seemed to me.
She started to sneeze and I started to run. Gone like a bullet from a machine gun.

(Chorus)

They told me doncha go down to that city. Don't you go down to that city, I say.
For there's trouble there for sure and it's no concern of yours and it's all I have to hear them people say.

Chorus:
If you don't look around, you won't see my a-goin', see me a-goin' that way.
If you don't look around, you'll have no way of knowin'. I don't think you even know what I say.

And I saw children just walkin' 'long and singin' when a voice from behind me rang through.
Then I saw an ugly man with a mad dog in his hand. He said, "Stand right there. I'll turn him loose on you."

(Chorus)

So don't tell me there ain't no time for singin' 'cause I don't need no empty words from you.
If they're sayin' who ain't free then they're sayin' it right to me. So, go back home. I'll wake you when we're through.

(Chorus)

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.

We got married in a fever. Hotter than a pepper sprout. We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson. Gonna mess around. I'm goin' to Jackson. You know I'm pleasure bound.

Well, you go on, sweet daddy, go ahead and wreck your health. Play your hand like a lover man and make a big fool of yourself.
Go on to Jackson. Comb your hair. Gotta snowball Jackson. See if I care.

When I breeze into that city, people gonna scrape and bow. All them women gonna beg me teach 'em what they don't know how.
I'm goin' down to Jackson. Turn loose my coat. I'm goin' to Jackson. "Goodbye," that's all she wrote.

When they laugh at you in Jackson, I'll be dancin' on the pony keg. Then I'll lead you 'round town like a scolded hound,
With your tail tucked between your legs.
So, go on down to Jackson. You big talkin' man. I'll be waitin' in Jackson behind my Japan fan.

Chorus:
Jane, Jane, Jane, mark my bonnie Jane as sweet as sugar in the cane, don't be ashame.
Jane cannot see. She's as blind as she can be, but the prettiest girl in all the world to me.

Jane, Jane, Jane, with the pretty, pretty face, dressed in rags she still looks like a queen.
Jane, Jane, Jane, she should be in silk and lace, the prettiest girl that you have ever seen.

(Chorus)

Jane, Jane, Jane, she has no mom or dad. She's all alone but still she is not sad.
The wild birds sing a song, her little dog tags along. To hear her laughter makes my poor heart glad.

(Chorus)

I know Jane is sweet by the sounding of her feet. I see her beauty when she speaks to me.
If she could see me now, my love to her I'd vow but I couldn't love her more if I could see.

(Chorus)

But I couldn't love her more if I could see. (Repeat)

Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/Nick Reynolds

(Recitation) Frank and Jesse James were products of their environment. They were sent out into the woods by their parents to forage for berries, truffles, rutabagas, and roots of all sorts. Put yourself in their place...you'da been mean too!

When Jesse James was a lad he killed many-a man. He robbed the Glendale train.
And the people they did say for many miles away. It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James.

Chorus:
Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life, three children, they were brave.
But that dirty little coward who shot Mister Howard has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

It was on a Saturday night if I remember right when they robbed that Glendale train.
It was one of the Younger boys who gathered in the spoils and he carried Jesse's monies away.

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He was standin' on a chair just a-dustin' pictures there. He thought he heard a noise (Yeah, what did he do?)
When he turned his head around, why that bullet smacked him down and it laid poor Jesse on the floor.

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Jesse robbed from the poor and he gave to the rich. He never did a friendly thing.
And when his best friend died he was right there by her side and he lifted off her golden wedding ring.

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