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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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from Les chansons en or, vol. 4 (2009)
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 |
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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. |
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from The Kingston Trio - Close-Up/ College Concert (2006)
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) |
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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) |
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from The Kingston Trio - Close-Up/ College Concert (2006)
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) |
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(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] |
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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) |
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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) |
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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. (Chorus) 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. (Chorus) 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. (Chorus) |
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Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart
Taku wai uri oro nei tupu tapu kino nrie. Au we te mataku e, Kare, kare, ka maatu e, Kare, kare, ka maatu e Karu, karu, karu, karu, kati Iave, Karu, karu, karu, karu, kate Iave. Karu, karu, karu, karu, kate Iave, Ka haire ki te ora mo. Kare, kare, Ka maatu e, Kare, kare, Ka maatu e, Karu, karu, karu, kate Iave, Karu, karu, karu, karu, ka maatu e, Karu, karu, karu, karu, kate Iave, Ka haire ki te oara mo Tuku wai uri oro nei tupu tapu kino nrie. Auwe te nataku e Kamo. Tuku wai uri oro nei tupu tapu kino nrie. |
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As I walked out in the streets of Laredo, as I walked out in Laredo one day.
I spied a young cowboy dressed in white linen. Dressed in white linen and cold as the clay. I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy. You can see by my outfit I'm a cowboy, too. You can see by our outfits that we are both cowboys. Get yourself an outfit and be a cowboy, too! |
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Jacqueline Steiner/Bess Hawes
Spoken: These are the times that try men's souls. In the course of our nation's history, the people of Boston have rallied bravely whenever the rights of men have been threatened. Today, a new crisis has arisen. The Metropolitan Transit Authority, better known as the M. T. A., is attempting to levy a burdensome tax on the population in the form of a subway fare increase. Citizens, hear me out! This could happen to you! (Eight bar guitar, banjo introduction) Well, let me tell you of the story of a man named Charley on a tragic and fateful day. He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family, went to ride on the M. T. A. Chorus: Well, did he ever return? No, he never returned and his fate is still unknown. (What a pity! Poor ole Charlie. Shame and scandal. He may ride forever. Just like Paul Revere.) He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston. He's the man who never returned. Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square Station and he changed for Jamaica Plain. When he got there the conductor told him, "One more nickel." Charlie couldn't get off of that train. (Chorus) Now, all night long Charlie rides through the station, crying, "What will become of me?!! How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea or my cousin in Rocksbury?" (Chorus) Charlie's wife goes down to the Sculley Square Station every day at quarter past two, And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich as the train comes rumblin' through. (Chorus) Now, you citizens of Boston, don't you think it's a scandal how the people have to pay and pay? Fight the fare increase! Vote for George O'Brien! Get poor Charlie off the M. T. A. (Chorus) He's the man who never returned. He's the man who never returned. E tu, Charlie? |
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Massie Patterson/Lionel Belasco
O ken karanga, O ken karanga karanga, yea, yea, O ba ri bo, O ken karanga re.(Repeat) O ken ka ri O ba ri bo, Hoh yeh (hoh yeh) Hoh yah (hoh yah) (Repeat) Ee ba re ba ri be ma. Ee ba re ba ri be ma. Ee ba re ba ri be ma, yang gah! |
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Massie Patterson/Lionel Belasco
O ken karanga, O ken karanga karanga, yea, yea, O ba ri bo, O ken karanga re.(Repeat) O ken ka ri O ba ri bo, Hoh yeh (hoh yeh) Hoh yah (hoh yah) (Repeat) Ee ba re ba ri be ma. Ee ba re ba ri be ma. Ee ba re ba ri be ma, yang gah! |
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Oh, Miss Mary, where are you wanderin'? (Repeat twice) Three days and Mary's comin' home. When Mary was a young girl she took to wanderin'. Never would she leave me and not come back again. Swear I hear her singing, singing in the western wind. Three days and Mary's comin' home. (Chorus) Mary chased a rainbow over the mountains. Crossed so many rivers, Lord, that I can't count them. She wouldn't want the rainbows even if she found them. Three days and Mary's comin' home. (Chorus) Watchin' for my Mary, wish she was home again. Home from the rivers, Lord, home from the mountains. If I turn my back, say, she'd just be gone again. Three days and Mary's comin' home. (Chorus) |
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John Phillips
Chorus: Just a-singin', (Once again now,) (Just a-singin',) (A-singin',) Ooo, sail away. Ooo, sail away. A man would be a fool to spend all his money and have to go to sea once more. But when those brown skin gals start callin' you honey, you'll be a sailin' from that shore. Chorus When we hit Trinidad, was there I met Marni. Don't you know we started drinkin' rum. But now I feel so bad. She took all my money and now I sail with the mornin' sun. So all ye sailor lads who want to go sportin', mark ye well what I do say. Don't trust them brown skin gals. They'll be your misfortune. You'll be at sea till your dyin' day. Chorus |
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Have you heard of the ship called the good Reuben James?
Run by hard fighting men both of honor and of fame. She flew the Stars and Stripes of 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? Oh, 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. 'Twas the last day of October they saved forty-four From the dark, icy water 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? It was there in the dark of that cold and watery night. They watched for the U-boats and they waited for a fight. Then a whine and a rock and a great explosion's roar. They lay 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? 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? |
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Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart
I had a sister Sally, she was younger than I am. Had so many sweethearts, she had to deny them. But as for sister Sarah, you know she hasn't many. And if you knew her heart, she'd grateful for any. Chorus: Come a lands man, a pins man, a tinker or a tailor; doctor, a lawyer, soldier, or sailor. A rich man, a poor man, a fool or a witty, don't let her die an old maid but take her out of pity. We had a sister Sally, she was ugly and misshapen. By the time she was sixteen years old she was taken. By the time she was eighteen, a son and a daughter. Sarah's almost twenty-nine, never had an offer. (Chorus) She never would be scoldin'. She never would be jealous. Her husband would have money to go to the alehouse. He was there a-spendin'. She'd be home a-savin' and I leave it up to you if she is not worth havin'. (Chorus) |
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Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures.
Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures Completely round is the golden fruit that hangs from the o-o-orange tree Yes the circle shape is quite renown But sad to say it can be found In the lowdown, dirty run-around That my true love gave to me That my true love gave to me Completely square is the little box he said my ring would be in Completely square is the envelope he said good-bye to me in Completely square is the handkerchief I flourish constantly As I dry my eyes of the tears I've shed, And blow my nose which turns bright red For a perfect square is my true love's head He will not marry me, no He will not marry me Rectangular is the hotel door my true love tried to sneak through Rectangular is the transom hole by which I had to peek through, Rectangular is the hotel room I entered angrily, and Rectangular is the wooden box Where lies my love neath the golden phlox They say he died of the chicken pox In part I must agree One chick too many had he Triangular is the piece of pie I eat to ease my sorrow Triangular is the hatchet blade I plan to hide tomorrow Triangular the relationship which now has ceased to be And triangular is the garment thin That fastens on with a safety pin To a prize I had no wish to win It's a lasting memory That my true love gave to me |
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Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart
Chorus: Bury me beneath the willow, 'neath the weeping willow tree. When she hears that I am sleeping, maybe then, she'll think of me. My heart is sad and I am lonely. Dreaming of the one that I love. When will I see her? I know not when, not unless it's up in heaven above. (Chorus) She told me that she really loved me. How could I believe her untrue When all the angels seemed to whisper she will prove untrue to you? (Chorus) Maybe then she'll think of me. Ooooo. |
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John Stewart
I thought I'd spend a week or two where we went last year. The little cottage and the lake that we held so dear. But the trees all seemed much greener, much greener than this year. Thinkin' about last summer when my love was here. And the stars all lost their glitter. They were so full of cheer. Thinkin' about last summer when my love was here. Even the old caretaker who brought us from the train says this year just hasn't, it hasn't been the same. And the winds across the meadow seem to hide a tear. Thinkin' about last summer when my love was here. (Hum line about caretaker)?it hasn't been the same. (Repeat last line) |
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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? |
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Leo Maguire
The gypsy rover came over the hill. Down through the valley so shady. He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang and he won the heart of a lady. Chorus: Ah dee du, ah dee du da day. Ah dee du, ah dee day dee. He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang and he won the heart of a lady. She left her father's castle gate. Left her own fond lover. Left her servants and her estate to follow the gypsy rover. (Chorus) Her father saddled his fastest steed. Searched these valleys all over. Seeking his daughter at great speed and the whistlin' gypsy rover. (Chorus) At last he came to a castle gate along the river Claydee, And there was music and there was wine for the gypsy and his lady (Chorus) "He is no gypsy, my father," she said. "But lord of these lands all over. And I will stay till my dying day with the whistlin' gypsy rover. Ah dee du, ah dee du da day. Ah dee du, ah dee day dee. He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang, till the green woods rang, till the green woods rang, And he won the heart of a lady. |
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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) |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
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. |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
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. |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
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) |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
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) |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
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) |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
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 |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
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 |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
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. |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
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) |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
Last night I had the strangest dream I never dreamed before. I dreamed the world had all agreed to put an end to war.
I dreamed I saw a mighty room and the room was filled with men And the papers they were signing said they'd never fight again And when the papers were all signed and a million copies made, They all joined hands and bowed their heads and grateful prayers were raised And the people in the streets below were dancing 'round and 'round And guns and swords and uniforms were scattered on the ground. Last night I had the strangest dream I never dreamed before. I dreamed the world had all agreed to put an end to war. |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
Ten years ago, on a cold, dark night
There was someone killed in the town hall light There were few at the scene, but they all agreed That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi? If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die" I spoke not a word, though it meant my life For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me The scaffold was high, an eternity near. She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear But sometimes at night, when the cold wind moans In a long black veil, she cries o'er my bones She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me Nobody knows but me |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
Chorus:
My Lord, what a mornin'. (Repeat twice) When the stars begin to fall. You will hear the sinners wailin'. (Repeat twice) When the stars begin to fall. You will see the golden chariot. (Repeat twice) When it's comin' through the skies. (Chorus) I can hear the Christians singing. (Repeat twice) When the stars begin to fall. (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
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No one to talk my troubles to. (Repeat) I remember when you were lookin' up at me as though I was the only one you'd ever want to see. (Chorus) Now I'm getting' older and I think of what I've done. It hurts to think of good times, so I'll dream of days to come. (Chorus) Somewhere, I know, there's a girl I'd like to see. She may not be all I'd like her to be. Someone to talk my troubles to. Someone to talk my troubles to. Sometimes, I don't know what to say. Sometimes I don't know what to do. Someone to talk my troubles to. Someone to talk my troubles to. |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
Chorus:
Poor Ellen Smith. How was she found? Shot through the heart lyin' dead on the ground. Her body was mangled and all cast around and X marks the spot where poor Ellen was found. They picked up her body, carried it away and now she's a-sleepin' in some lonesome old grave. Who had the heart and who had the brain to shoot my little Ellen on that cold lonesome plain? (Chorus) They picked up their rifles and hunted us down. They found us a-loafin' all 'round town. The judge may convict me and God knows he can but I know I died as an innocent man. (Chorus) The warden has told me that soon I'll be free to go to her grave near that old willow tree. I'm free from the walls of that prison at last but I'll never be free of my sins from the past. (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
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. |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
I remember when I was a barefooted boy climbing in a sycamore tree.
But now I'm a little older, got a rifle on my shoulder. Some fool made a soldier of me. Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! And I ride in the rough calva'ry. Got a pretty gal waitin' for me while I rot here in the Army. Some fool made a soldier of me. I told her we'd marry and build us a home and raise us a big family. But she's givin' all her charms to a blue uniform. Some fool made a soldier of me. Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! And I ride in the rough calva'ry. The day's getting' hotter. I'm near out of water. Some fool made a soldier of me. I told Gen'ral Custer I'm a-dyin' of thirst and the heat is a-getting' to me. But he said, "Have no fear. There's a big river near." Some fool made a soldier of me. Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! And I ride in the rough calva'ry. We'll get there in the morn to Little Big Horn. Hey, Gen'ral Custer. I think I see an Indian over there. Yeah! Ask her if she's got a friend for me! Some fool made a soldier of me. |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
When you sit and wonder why things have gone so wrong and you wish someone would tell us where our friend has gone.
Look then in the hills when there's courage in the wind and in the face of freedom and those who look to him. And search within the heart of ev'ry young man with a song then I think we'll know where our friend has gone. Summer takes the winter as the good years take the pain. There'll be laughter in the land again but hearts won't be the same. And I know I'll remember when a chill wind takes the sky and speak of the years he gave us hope for they will never die. And as we gaze at brave young men when yesterdays grow long, then I think we'll know where our friend has gone. When you sit and wonder why things have gone so wrong. It's then that we'll remember where our friend has gone. |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and stars were the gift you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love, to the dark and the empty skies. The first time ever I kissed your lips I felt the earth move in my arms like the trembling heart of a captive dove That was there at my command, my love, that was there at my command. The first time ever I held you near and felt your heart beat close to mine, I felt a joy to fill the earth And last until the end of time, my love, and last till the end of time. Our love will last till the end of time. |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
Chorus:
Some to the rivers and some to the sea. Some to the soil that our fathers made free. Then on to the stars in the heav'ns for to see. This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier. Let the word go forth from this day on. A new generation has been born. Born to the task to keep us free, but proud of the rights of the home country. This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier. (Chorus) Let us begin for it shall take long. Let ev'ry man sing out freedom's song. Not for ourselves that we take this stand. Now it's the world and the freedom of man. This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier. The day will come. It's got to be. The day that we may never see. When man for man and town for town must bring the peace that shall resound. This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier. (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
Come all you young rebels and list while we sing for the love of one's country is a terrible thing.
It banishes fear with the speed of a flame and it makes us all part of the patriot game. My name is O'Hannon and I've just gone sixteen. My home is in Monaghan where I was weaned. I've learned all my life cruel England's to blame and so I'm a part of the patriot game. It's barely two years since they wandered away and it was with the local battalion of the bold IRA For they'd read of our heroes and they wanted the same to play their own part in the patriot game. This Ireland of ours has for long been half-free. Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny. So, we gave up our boyhood to drill and to train and play our own part in the patriot game. And now as I lie here, my body all holes, I think of those traitors who bargained in souls. I wish that my rifle had given the same to those Quislings who sold out the patriot game. |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
He's gone away for to stay a little while but he's comin' back if he goes ten thousand miles.
Who are these seven men whose path leads them so far and shake our minds to wonder who they are? They scout the new frontier to find the surest way and they look to us for they have shown the way. They're gone away for to stay a little while but they're comin' back if they go ten thousand miles. What is there left to look to that yet has not been done. What West is there if all the Wests are won? Look not back o'er your shoulder but high above your head. These seven men have shown the way. These seven men have said, "We've gone away for to stay a little while but we're comin' back if we go ten thousand miles. We're gone, gone away." |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
Chorus:
You've got a hunger in your heart. You've got a thirst within your soul. I'm gonna say, "Don't wait for another day. Get to be redeemed." If your days are dark and your night times are worse. You better read the good book and memorize you a verse. Some seeds need a-weedin'. Some falls on stone, but the seed that falls on good ground the Lord will call his own. (Chorus) Old Noah built an ark and they laughed down the line, but when the flood come, well, old Noah was fine. If it was to flood now and Gabriel blow'd his horn, where'd you hide your guilty hands with all your pockets gone? (Chorus) It's confusion here and the wicked seem to win but the Lord's keepin' tally on the wages of sin. Whereabouts is your profit? What good is your goal if you win the whole wide world and lose your ever lasting soul? (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - New Frontier/ Time To Think (2006)
Where are you going, my little one, little one? Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you're two. Turn around and you're four. Turn around and you're a young girl going out of the door. Turn around. Turn around. Turn around and you're a young girl going out of the door. Where are you going, my little one, little one? Little dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone? Turn around and you're tiny. Turn around and you're grown. Turn around and you're a your wife with babes of your own. Turn around. Turn around. Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own. (Repeat line) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
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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) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
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) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
(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] |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
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. |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
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) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
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) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
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. |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
Baila baila baila bamba. Baila, baila, baila bamba, seres a si' una poca de gracia.
Una poca de gracia para mi para ti y'ariba, y'ariba. A y' ariba, ariba, por ti sere, yo no soy marinero. Yo no soy marinero, por ti sere por ti sere. Bamba, bamba. Bamba, bamba. Bamba, bamba. Bamba, bamba. |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
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Low bridge, ev'rybody down. Low bridge for we're comin' to the town. So you'll always know your neighbor and you'll always know your pal If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal. If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal. I got a mule and her name is Sal. Well, fifteen miles on the Erie Canal. She's a good old worker and a good old pal. Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal. There's a (Chorus) Get up, there, mule, here comes a lock. We'll reach town about six o'clock. Six o'clock's just an hour away, so make your tracks while we still got day. (Chorus) Damn that mule, she shore is lazy. Bound to drive a body crazy. Looked at me the other day. Said, "I ain't a-goin' till I eat my hay!" (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
Marcelle Vahine ai'a Tahiti a wa'a
Ta mata hata Tahiti No fatigi, fatigi mata ho O he no a'utu nu'a hu nu Ai'a a hulu a o'u He a hu na'a hu nu'a ei'a na Ha a'a mai a an tat mahu [Repeat all] |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
My granddad used to tell me, "Boy, when I was just your age, I was a river pilot on a showboat called The Stage.
I'd hobnob with them southern belles and ev'ry roustabout. I'd listen to them paddle wheels and hear the leadsman shout! Chorus: Mark Twain, it's two fathoms deep below. Mark Twain, heave the gang plank. Start the show. Mark Twain, play those banjos as we go down the Mississippi, 'round the Gulf of Mexico. There were gamblers, crooks and fakers and a minstrel man who'd dance. A singin' gal, Simone Lamour, imported straight from France. It was a floatin' palace, boy, that showboat called The Stage, and granddad was the king of it when he was just my age." (Chorus) The calliope is quiet now. The rudder's thick with rust. The main deck and the paddle wheels are covered high with dust. But granddad's in his glory, still standin' on the bow. A halo 'round his pilot's cap and I can hear him now. (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
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Oh Joe Hannah, don't you work so long. (Repeat twice) Don't you know the river is wide? Don't you know the mountain is high? (Last time - Oh Joe Hannah!) Thirteen years I've been workin' on the river. Thirteen years since you've been gone. Thirteen years and you'd better go home. Don't you know the river is wide? Don't you know the mountain is high? Oh! (Chorus) Thirteen years I've been workin' on the river. Thirteen years that ain't so long. Thirteen years and you'd better go home. Don't you know the river is wide? Don't you know the mountain is high? Oh! (Chorus) Thirteen years I've been workin' on the river. Thirteen years I've been alone. Thirteen years and you'd better go home. Don't you know the river is wide? Don't you know the mountain is high? Oh! (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
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Delia's gone, one more round. (Repeat twice) Dellia's gone. Woke up this mornin'. Looked out 'cross the room. Delia, oh Delia, why did you leave me so soon? (Chorus) Police was a-knockin', knockin' at my door. He said, "Son, I got to tell you, you ain't gonna see your Delia no more." (Chorus) Delia in the wagon headin' for marble town. So all of those who loved her, sing it one more round. (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
(Spoken) He rode easy in the saddle. He was tall and lean, and at first you'd a-thought nothing but a streak of mean could make a man look so down right strong, but one look in his eyes and you knowed you was wrong. He was a mountain of a man, and I want you to know. He could preach hot hell or freezin' snow. He carried a Bible in a canvas sack and folks just called him The Reverend Mr. Black. He was poor as a beggar, but he rode like a king. Sometimes in the evening, I'd hear him sing:
Chorus: I gotta walk that lonesome valley. I got to walk it by myself. Oh nobody else can walk it for me. I got to walk it by myself. (2nd & 3rd times) You got to walk that lonesome valley. You got to walk it by yourself. Oh nobody else can walk it for you. You got to walk it by yourself. If ever I could have thought this man in black was soft and had any yellow up his back, I gave that notion up the day a lumberjack came in and it wasn't to pray. Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house door and he cussed everybody up and down the floor! Then, when things got quiet in the place, he walked up and cusses in the preacher's face! He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule and to my way of thinkin' it took a real fool to turn the other face to that lumber jack, but that's what he did, The Reverend Mr. Black. He stood like a rock, a man among men and he let that lumberjack hit him again, and then with a voice as quiet as could be, he cut him down like a big oak tree when he said: (Chorus) It's been many years since we had to part and I guess I learned his ways by heart. I can still hear his sermon's ring, down in the valley where he used to sing. I followed him, yes, sir, and I don't regret it and I hope I will always be a credit to his memory 'cause I want you to understand. The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man! (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
Chorus:
Well, I know you, Rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone. (Repeat) You're gonna miss your daddy rollin' in your arms. Well, the sun's gonna shine on my back porch some day. I said (Repeat) Then the wind from the river's gonna blow all my troubles away. (Chorus) Well, I ain't got a nickel, no, I ain't got a lousy dime. (Repeat) But I got a long way to go 'fore the end of my time. (Chorus) It takes a hard hearted woman to make a long time men feel bad. (Repeat) 'Cause it makes him remember the long hard road that he's had. (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
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Oh, the river run down but the stream ran dry. Big strong man don't ever cry. Just stands to watch his love go by. Oh, the river ran down but the stream ran dry. Yes, he loved a woman but he let her get away. Didn't ever think he'd regret that day. The laugh and the smile, he'd still play the game, but he knew that day would never by the same. (Chorus) There walks a man, he could've had a home, fine baby children, a woman of his own. He walks all alone. He doesn't have a care but he keeps on thinking that he sees her ev'rywhere. (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
I'm gonna walk that road that we walked long before, many years ago, and we'll walk a hundred more.
Chorus: And we're comin' one by one. You didn't see us two by two. Ev'ry time you turn around another's comin' through. So we'll sing it long and proud so ev'ryone will know that the road to freedom is a long, long way to go. Turn and look out over there, just as far as you can see. There are many more who have died for liberty. (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
Well, I hope to tell you, Johnny, that I lay that rifle down but leave the noose and the calaboose and headed for another town.
Well, I've got your name in San Jose and your picture's there to see. And they're shootin' men in Texas just because they look like me. Chorus: And we will run the ridges of our green land Tennessee And we will hide for forty years if that's what's meant to be, meant to be, meant to be. Meant to be, meant to be, meant to be. Maybe we could try Mexico and cross the desert sand, But they're guardin' 'cross the border 'case we swim the Rio Grande (Chorus) Well, they'll rope and tie you, Johnny, and they'll throw you to the ground And they'll let you hang a week or two 'fore they cut your body down. (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
Chorus:
You gotta sing out if you want to get to heaven. You gotta sing out, join in and pray. Sing out if you want to get to heaven. Ask the Lord to show you the way and He'll show you if you pray! Well, I can sing my title clear to mansions in the sky. I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear and wipe my weepin' eye. (Chorus) Wake up by the trumpet sound, I from the grave shall rise to see the judge with the glory crown, a view from flaming sky. (Chorus twice) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
One evening when the sun was low my brown eyes whispered, "I must go."
Not one second would she wait. She kissed my cheek and left my gate. Chorus: Those brown eyes I loved so well. Those brown eyes I long to see. How I long for those brown eyes. Strangers they have grown to be. One night I met her on the street. I tipped my hat but I could not speak. Another man was by her side. Soon I thought she'd be his bride. (Chorus) 'Twas just a year ago today, they laid my own brown eyes away. Six long years for me she cried. It was her brother by her side. (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
I use to sit in the shade of an old cedar tree and I dream of the days, what they're holdin' for me.
But all those should know who gaze at the sky. It's for those who are wise. It's for those who are wise. And the west winds would blow. They'd be singing to me. They'd say, "Look, you, out yonder, just as far as you can see." But all those should know who gaze at the sky. It's for those who are wise. It's for those who are wise. And the years went their way as the good years will go. But my dreams linger on in the hills of my home. And young men should know who gaze at the sky. It is you who are wise, only you who are wise. I used to sit in the shade of an old cedar tree. |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so, mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain so yellow. Try to remember the kind of September when you were a young and callow fellow. Try to remember and if you remember, then follow, follow. Try to remember when life was so tender that no one wept except the willow. Try to remember when life was so tender that dreams were kept beside your pillow. Try to remember when life was so tender that love was an ember about to billow. Try to remember and if you remember, then follow, follow. Deep in December it's nice to remember although you know the snow will follow Deep in December it's nice to remember without a hurt the heart is hollow Deep in December it's nice to remember the fire of September that made you mellow Deep in December our hearts should remember and follow, follow. Follow. |
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from The Kingston Trio - #16/ Sunny Side! (2006)
I've been away so long. Fought a war that's come and gone. Doesn't anybody know my name?
My sister's up and wed and mama's took to bed. Doesn't anybody know my name? Chorus: Please tell me, if you can. What time do the trains roll in? Two-ten, six-eighteen, ten forty-four. The hedge is turning brown and the fence is falling down. Doesn't anybody know my name? The girl I left behind has gone to Caroline. Doesn't anybody know my name? (Chorus) Fought that war across the sea. Almost died to keep us free. Doesn't anybody know my name? Now I'm home and no one cares. Seems that trouble's are only theirs. Doesn't anybody know my name? (Chorus) Doesn't anybody know my name? |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
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) |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
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." |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
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. |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
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) |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
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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) |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
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 |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
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. |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
Love's is but the song we sing and fear's the way we die.
You can make the mountains ring or make the angels cry. Know the dove is on the wing and you need not know why. C'mon, people. Smile on your brother. Hey, let's get together and love one another right now. Some may come and some may go and we shall surely pass. When the one who left us here returns for us at last. We are just a moment's sunlight, fading on the grass. C'mon, people. Smile on your brother. Hey, let's get together and love one another right now. If you hear the song I sing, then you must understand, You hold the key to love and fear. It's in your tremb'ling hand. One key unlocks them both, you know, and it's at your command. C'mon, people. Smile on your brother. Hey, let's get together and love one another right now. Love's is but the song we sing and fear's the way we die. You can make the mountains ring or make the angels cry. Know the dove is on the wing and you need not know why. C'mon, people. Smile on your brother. Hey, let's get together and love one another right now. |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
When I was a little boy, my mother said to me, "Watch the new born roses grow. It's a pretty sight to see.
You, my son, shall blossom as the flower below. I will be your raindrops. You will be my rose. Listen while I tell you of the beauty in the sky. There's a home for angels on the clouds so high. I must be an angel. In heaven I shall stay. If you ever need me, I'll hear each word you say." Now her raindrops fall no more. Who will take her place? Will I live to blossom full or wither into space? Many times I wonder on the clouds above is it my dear mother who showers me with love? When I was a little boy. |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow.
But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree. Singing "Oh willow waly" by the tree that weeps with me. Singing "Oh willow waly" till my lover return to me. We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow. A broken heart have I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die. |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
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Fare thee well, old Joe Clark. Good-bye, Mitzi Brown. Fare thee well, old Joe Clark. I'm gonna leave this town. (Repeat last time) Old Joe Clark used to clean the bar. Liquor was his pay. Never saved a golden eagle. Drank it all away. (Chorus) I don't want your old time religion or what you got to say (say) but pass me down that barley jug and I'll be on my way. A singin' (Chorus) Old Joe Clark walked downtown backwards. People asked him, "Why?" I come back for one more drink while wavin' you good-bye!" (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
John Stewart
Chorus: If there's one more town, I'll be goin'. Fight for the winnin' and I'll be there. If there's one more song, I'll be singin'. I'm always goin' but I don't know where. I spent seventeen in West Virginia. Eight more years just for runnin' free. But the girls back home in their blue gingham dresses only heard one thing from me. (Chorus) Went down to New Orleans last summer on a flat boat workin' my way. There were well-mannered ladies and street that were shady, but for me, I never could stay. (Chorus) Sailed up to New York on a schooner, but I won't be stayin' there long. There were bright city lights and girls in pink tights but their faces were all painted on. (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
I was born in Portland town. I was born in Portland town. Yes, I was. Oooh, yes, I was.
October third, I'm on my way. October third, I'm on my way. Yes, I am. Oooh, yes I am. Rains came the very next day but I been gone to long. There's a gal in Portland town and she sings a marryin' song. Goin' back to Portland town. Goin' back to Portland town. Yes, I am. Oooh, yes, I am. I'll have children, one, two, three. I'll have children, one, two, three. Yes, I will. Oooh, yes, I will. I was born in Portland town. |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
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Pullin' away, he's pullin away. Now his wagons are loaded, he's pullin' away. Hard luck is the fortune of all woman kind. They're always controlled. They're always confined. Controlled by their parents until they are wives. Then slaves of their husbands the rest of their lives. I once knew a girl and her story was sad. She always was courted by the wagoner lad. He courted her truly by night and by day. Now his wagons are loaded. He's pullin' away. (Chorus) Your parents don't like me. They think I'm too poor. They think I'm not worth to enter your door. Hard livin's my pleasure. My money's my own and if they don't like me, they can leave me alone. Long is the road. Dark is the sky. Look over your shoulder. He's wavin' goodbye. My wagon is loaded. My whip needs a mend. So sit down here by me for as long as you can. My wagons are loaded. My whip's in my hand. So, fare thee well, darlin', I'm leavin' this land. (Chorus) |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
I got a gal, she's ten feet tall, sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Honey, let me be your salty dog.
There was two old ladies sittin' in the sand, each one wishin' the other was a man. Honey, let me be your salty dog. Chorus: If I can't be your salty dog, I won't be your man at all. Honey, let me be your salty dog. I smile when you go into town. Now I'm sorry that your car broke down. Honey, let me be your salty dog. You told me that your wheel was broke. Now I'm sittin' with a broken spoke. Honey, let me be your salty dog. (Chorus) I love you in blue and I love you in red but most of all I love you in blue. Honey, let me be your salty dog. Floatin' down the river on an old oak log. What the hell's a salty dog? Honey, let me be your salty dog. (Chorus) I think we better call this the end of this song 'cause it's a-getting' too damn long. Honey, let me be your salty dog. Honey, let me be your salty, honey, let me be your salty, honey, let me be your salty dog. |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
She was too good to me. How can I get along now? So close she stood to me. Everything seems all wrong now.
She would have brought me the sun, making me smile that was her fun. If she was mean to me, I'd never say, "Go 'way, now." She was a queen to me. Who's gonna light my way now? It's only natural that I'm blue. She was too good to be true. (Hum melody) She would have brought me the sun, making me smile that was her fun. If she was mean to me, I'd never say, "Go 'way, now." She was a queen to me. Who's gonna light my way now? It's only natural that I'm blue. She was too good to be true. |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
My heaven is so high, you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it.
So wide, you can't get around it. You gotta come in at the door. Tell those children, yeah, tell 'em now. You gotta come in at the door. Don't stand and whisper, just show 'em how. You gotta come in at the door. My heaven is so high, you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it. So wide, you can't get around it. You gotta come in at the door. Children of Israel, sing and shout and you gotta come in at the door. You know the gates of heaven can't keep you out. You gotta come in at the door. My heaven is so high, you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it. So wide, you can't get around it. You gotta come in at the door. Now if you're gonna head for the promised land, you gotta come in at the door. Just step right up and shake his hand. You gotta come in at the door. My heaven is so high, so low, so wide, you gotta come in at the door. My heaven is so high, you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it. So wide, you can't get around it. You gotta come in at the door. |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
(Spoken) I remember when I rode into town that morning in December of forty-eight. Oh, bitter cold. I had on my parka, my sheepskin coat and my brown and white spectator pumps. Cut quite a figure if I do say so. Huh, cute. First thing I spied was a poster. There's going to be a dance. The second Hogsville dandy-steppin' ball and frog happin; contest. Drag.
Chorus: Strange day. Strange day. Strange day in Hogsville, U. S. A. I'm goin' to start off but there weren't no lady folk in sight. I figured they was all up a-primpin' for the dance and, being a man of no small charms with the ladies myself, I decided to park Old Paint and change my socks -- from him to me. (I find that extremely offensive!) So did Old Paint. But there were no gals for miles around, not one gal in the whole darn town. So, if you want to go dancin', just look around for the next best thing that can befound. (Chorus) That's right. I soon found there wasn't no women nowhere. Fellows goin' to the dance was takin' some of the strangest things. One was takin' a broom, all dressed up in a pinafore, bleached straws, looked kinda cheap to me. Another was totin' a picture of a girl. He'd been goin' with that picture so long he thought real girls folded in the middle. Now I was getting depressed, but then I spied the cutest little thing you ever saw, givin' me the eye from underneath the waterin' trough. Had little eyes, curly tail, and the dearest little pointed ears you ever seen. I grabbed her paw (What'd her paw have to say? Shut up when he's a-talkin'!) and we wobbled into the dance. The minute we get into the dance the music stopped and a feller said, "Wait a minute! That's the sheriff's gal!" (You mean?) Strange day. Strange day. Strange day in Hogsville, (You know, I can still hear the little critter) U. S. A! |
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from The Kingston Trio - Something Special/ Back In Town (2006)
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Go tell it on the mountains over the hills and ev'rywhere and you can go (go) tell it on the mountain, Jesus Christ was born. Down in a lowly manger, Jesus Christ was born and the Lord sent down salvation that blesses Christmas morn, You can go upon the mountain, dwell both night and day. You can ask the Lord to help you and He'll show you the way. (Chorus) You may be a watchman upon the city wall and if I am a Christian, if I'm the last to fall You can go tell it on the mountain over the hills and ev'rywhere. You can go tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ was born. (Chorus) |
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