The Kingston Trio

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--

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)

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!

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)

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.

Dave Guard

Chorus:
Oh, well, yonder stands little Maggie with a dram glass in her hand. She drinkin' away her troubles, oh, Lord,
And foolin' another man.

How could I ever stand it, just to see them two blue eyes. They shine just like the diamonds, like the diamonds in the sky.

Pretty flowers were made for bloomin'. Pretty stars were made to shine. Pretty girls were made for boys to love.
Surely Maggie was made for mine.

(Chorus)

Well, they marched me down to the station with my suitcase in my hand. I'm going away for to leave you, my love.
Goin' to a far distant land.

Oh, well, sometimes I have a nickel (oh, Lord) and sometimes I have a dime and sometimes I have ten dollars (oh, Lord)
Just to pay little Maggie's fine.

(Chorus)

Burl Ives

Shipmates listen unto me. I'll tell you in my song of things that happened to me when I come home from Hong Kong.

Chorus:
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie. Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

As I walked down to Chatham Street, a fair maid I did meet.
She asked me, please, to see her home. She lived on Bleecker Street
Now, if you'll only come with me, you can have a treat.
You can have a glass of brandy and something nice to eat.

(Chorus)

Before we sat down to eat, we had sev'ral drinks.
The liquor was so awful strong, I quickly fell asleep.

(Chorus)

When I awoke next mornin, I had an achin' head.
My gold watch and my pocketbook and the lady friend had fled.
Now dressed in the lady's apron, I wandered most forlorn
'Till Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me round Cape Horn.

(Chorus)

Burl Ives

Shipmates listen unto me. I'll tell you in my song of things that happened to me when I come home from Hong Kong.

Chorus:
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie. Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

As I walked down to Chatham Street, a fair maid I did meet.
She asked me, please, to see her home. She lived on Bleecker Street
Now, if you'll only come with me, you can have a treat.
You can have a glass of brandy and something nice to eat.

(Chorus)

Before we sat down to eat, we had sev'ral drinks.
The liquor was so awful strong, I quickly fell asleep.

(Chorus)

When I awoke next mornin, I had an achin' head.
My gold watch and my pocketbook and the lady friend had fled.
Now dressed in the lady's apron, I wandered most forlorn
'Till Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me round Cape Horn.

(Chorus)

Louis Gottlieb

Rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout.

Chorus:
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. (Repeat)
Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane.

I've got a wife and five little children. Believe I'll take a trip on the big Macmillan. Oh, Saro Jane.
A guy like me don't have no home. I make my livin' on my shoulder bone. Oh, Sara Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.

(Chorus)

Woke up this mornin' feeling mighty mean, thinkin' 'bout my good gal in New Orleans. Oh, Saro Jane.
Fireman, keep those boilers hot. I want to reach town by six o'clock. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.

(Chorus)

Back's getting' tired and shoulder's gettin' sore. Each sack is bigger than the one before. Oh, Saro Jane.
A rock in my stomach and a watchin' my head. Gettin' superstitious 'bout my pork and bread. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.

(Chorus)

Scotch and Soda
Mud in yer eye
Baby do I feel high oh me oh my
Do I feel high

Dry martini
Jigger of gin
Oh what a spell you've got me in, oh my
Do I feel high

People won't believe me
They'll think that I'm just braggin'
But I could feel the way I do
And still be on the wagon

All I need is one of your smiles
Sunshine of your eye oh me oh my
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly
Give me lovin' baby I feel high

People won't believe me
They'll think that I'm just braggin'
But I could feel the way I do
And still be on the wagon

All I need is one of your smiles
Sunshine of your eye oh me oh my
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly
Give me lovin' baby I feel high

(Jean Ritchie/Lee Hays)

[Chorus:]
Shady Grove, my little love, Shady Grove, I know. Shady Grove, my little love, bound for Shady Grove. (Last time: Bound for Shady Grove. (Right on over to Lonesome Traveler)

Lips as red as the bloomin' rose, eyes of the deepest brown, You are the darlin' of my heart stay 'til the sun goes down.

[Chorus]

I went to see my Shady Grove standin' by the door, shoes and stockings in her hand little bare feet on the floor.

[Chorus]

I wish'd I had a big fat horse, corn to feed him on, pretty little girl to stay at home, you feed him when I'm gone.

[Chorus]

Well, (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I am a lonely and a lonesome traveler [Repeat 2x]
I've been a-travelin' on.

I traveled in the mountains and in the valleys, [Repeat 2x]
Well, I've been a-travelin' on.

I traveled cold and then I traveled hungry, well [Repeat 2x]
I've been a-travelin' on.

Hey, one of these days I'm gonna stop all my travelin', well [Repeat 2x]
Stop all this travelin' on.

I'm gonna keep right on a-travelin' on that road to freedom [Repeat 2x]
Well, I've been a-travelin' on.

Lee Hays/Carl Sandburg

We come on the sloop John B, my grandfather and me. Around Nassau town we did roam.
Drinkin' all night. Got into a fight. Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home. So now,)

Chorus:
Hoist up the John B's sails. See how the main sails set. Call for the captain ashore, let me go home. (Let me go home.)
Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home.)

First mate, he got drunk. Broke up the people's trunk. Constable had to come and take him away.
Sheriff John Stone (Sheriff John Stone), why don't you leave me alone? (Why don't you leave me alone?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home. So, now)

(Chorus)

Well, the poor cook he caught the fits. Throw away all of my grits. Then he took and he ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?)
This is the worst trip since I've been born. (Since I have been born. So, now)

(Chorus)

Hoist up the John B's sails. (John B. sails) See how the main sails set. (Main sails set.)
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home. (Let me go home.)
Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home.)

Chorus:
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon,
But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone.

My name is Juan Hano de Castro. My father was a Spanish grandee,
But I won my wife in a card game, when a man lost his daughter to me.

I picked up the ace. I had won her! My heart, which was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry- Like a warm summers' day, she was sweet.
(Chorus)

Her arms had to tighten around me as we rode up the hills from the South.
Not a word did I hear from her that day- or a kiss from her pretty red mouth.

We came to my cabin at twilight. The stars twinkled out on the coast.
She soon loved the valley- the orchard- but I knew that she loved me the most.
(Chorus)

Then I got hurt in a landslide with crushed hip and twice-broken bone.
She saddled our pony like lightning- rode off in the night, all alone.

The lion screamed in the barranca; the pony fell back on the slide.
My young wife lay dead in the moonlight. My heart died that night with my
bride.
(Chorus)
Daughters were possessions, to be bet away or arranged marriages for; also, note
the use of "young wife" in the final stanza. Her shyness- "had to tighten"-
and her silent reticence but adaptable "soon loved..." indicates no previous
marriage,
and "lost his daughter to me" indicates her origin, whereas "to hell with
the lords o'er the sea" seems thrown in. If this man were a sailor, why would
he have established orchards?

Just a thought. I'd really like to see the original music if it were available.
The concept of betting away a daughter was my first exposure to the concept of
women as property and the sung stuck with me my whole life. (I was the oldest
and
only daughter and I was afraid of the possibility; I was 9 and the chorus,
except
for one word, and the storyline, and the tune have stayed with me for the last
25 years; it influenced my major "women's studies")

They're rioting in Africa. They're starving in Spain.
There's hurricanes in Florida and Texas needs rain.

The whole world is festering with unhappy souls.
The French hate the Germans. The Germans hate the Poles.

Italians hate Yugoslavs. South Africans hate the Dutch.
And I don't like anybody very much!

But we can be tranquil and thankful and proud
For man's been endowed with a mushroom shaped cloud.

And we know for certain that some lovely day
Someone will set the spark off and we will all be blown away.

They're rioting in Africa. There's strife in Iran.
What nature doesn't do to us will be done by our fellow man.

Alan J. Lerner/Frederick Loewe

Away out here they've got a name for rain and wind and fire. The rain is Tess, the fire's Joe. They call the wind Maria.
Maria blows the stars around and sets the clouds a-flyin'. Maria makes the mountains sound like folks was out there dyin'.
Maria. (Maria). Maria. (Maria). They call the wind Maria.

Before I knew Maria's name and heard her wail and whinin', I had a gal. She had me and the sun was always shinin'.
But then one day I left my gal. I left her far behind me and now I'm lost, so gol' darn lost not even God can find me.
Maria. (Maria.) Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria.

Out here they have a name for rain and wind and fire only. When you're lost and all alone, there ain't no name for lonely.
And I'm a lost and lonely man without a star to guide me. Maria blow my love to me. I need my gal beside me.
Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria. Maria! Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria.

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

Hey! We are following the footsteps of those who've gone before and we'll all be reunited on that new and sunlit shore.

Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in.

And when the sun refuse to shine,
And when the sun refuse to shine,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the sun refuse to shine.

Oh, when the trumpet sound its call,
Oh, when the trumpet sound its call,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the trumpet sounds that call.

Oh, when the new world is revealed,
Oh, when the new world is revealed,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the new world is revealed.

Oh, when the new world is revealed,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in.

Hey! We are following the footsteps of those who've gone before and we'll all be reunited on that new and sunlit shore.

Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in.

And when the sun refuse to shine,
And when the sun refuse to shine,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the sun refuse to shine.

Oh, when the trumpet sound its call,
Oh, when the trumpet sound its call,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the trumpet sounds that call.

Oh, when the new world is revealed,
Oh, when the new world is revealed,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the new world is revealed.

Oh, when the new world is revealed,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in.

In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle the quiet jungle
The lion sleeps tonight

Near the village the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village the quiet village
The lion sleeps tonight

Hush my darling don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush my darling don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonig

Conrad Eugene Mauge, Jr.

Chorus:
Well, now, back to back, belly to belly, well, I don't give a damn 'cause I done that already, back to back
Belly to belly at the zombie jamboree.(Repeat) (Now hear the chorus) (You can feel that) (Oh, what a good game)(You're all alone, you know)

Zombie jamboree took place in a New York cemetery (Where?) Zombie jamboree took place in Long Island cemetery.
Zombies from all parts of the island. (Where?) Some of them are great calypsonians. (Some.)
Since the season was carnival they got together in bacchanal. Oh, what ya' doin'?

(Chorus)

One female zombie wouldn't behave. She say she want me for a slave.
In the one hand she's holding a quart of wine, in the other she's pointing that she'll be mine.
Well, believe me folks, I had to run. (Why?) A husband of a zombie ain't no fun! (Don't knock it!)
I says, "Oh, no, my turtle dove, that old bag of bones I cannot love." Oh, what you doin'?

(Chorus)

Right then and there she raise her feet. "I'm a-going to catch you now, my sweet.
I'm gonna make you call me 'Sweetie Pie'." I says "Oh, no, get back, you lie!"
"I may be lyin' but you will see (What?) After you kiss this dead zombie." (Blah!)
Well, I never seen such a horror in my life. Can you imagine me with a zombie wife? (Yes!)

(Chorus)

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.

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.

(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.

Will Holt

When I was just a little boy, my father said to me, "Come here and learn a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.
My son, it's most important," my father said to me, "to put your faith in what you feel and not in what you see."

Chorus:
Lemon tree, very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet, but the fruit of the poor lemon is a thing one cannot eat. (Repeat chorus)

Beneath that Lemon Tree one day, my love and I did lie. A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the sun rose in the sky.
We passed the summer lost in love beneath the Lemon Tree. The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me.

(Chorus)

One day she left without a word. She took away the sun and in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.
She left me for another. It's a common tale but true. A sadder man but wiser now, I sing these words to you.

(Chorus)

E. Danzig/J. O. Segal


I peeked in to say goodnight and I heard my child in prayer. "Please bring me some scarlet ribbons, scarlet ribbons for my hair."

All the shops were closed and shuttered, all the streets were dark and bare. In our town no scarlet ribbons, scarlet ribbons for her hair.

Through the night, my heart was achin', just before the dawn was breaking.

I looked in and on her bed in gay profusion lying there, scarlet ribbons, lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons for her hair.

If I live to be a hundred, I will never know from where came those ribbons, lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons for her hair.

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.

Have you heard of the ship, called the good Reuben James
Run by hard fighting men, both of honor and fame
She flew the stars and stripes for the land of the free
But tonight she's in her grave at the bottom of the sea

Oh, tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?

One hundred men went down to their dark and watery graves
When that good ship went down only forty-four were saved
T'was the last of October, they save the forty-four
From the dark, icy waters of that cold Iceland shore

Oh, tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?

It was there in the dark, of that cold and water night
They watched for the U-Boats, they waited for a fight
Then a whine and a rock and a great explosion's roar
They laid the Reuben James on that cold ocean floor

Oh, tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?

Many years have passed since those brave men are gone
Those cold, icy waters, they're still and they're calm
Many years have passed and still I wonder why
The worst of men must fight and the best of men must die

Oh, tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?

Woody Guthrie

Chorus:
This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the New York island,
From the red wood forest to the Gulf stream waters. This land was made for you and me.

As I was walkin' that ribbon of a highway, I saw above me that endless skyway.
I saw below me that golden valley. This land was made for you and me.

(Chorus)

I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps to the sparklin' sands of her diamond desert
And all around me a voice was sounding, "This land was made for you and me."

The sun came shining and I was strolling and the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
As the fog was lifting a voice was calling, "This land was made for you and me."

(Chorus)

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

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?

You don't knock. (You don't knock.)You just walk on in. The door (the door)
into heaven's inn.
There's love (there's love) and joy for you to share (to share) the whole day
through.
I know (I know) my friends are there to rest (to rest) in the heaven's nest.
You don't knock, ring, punch a hole. The door's wide open a-waitin' for your
soul. You don't knock just walk on in.

I've walked life's winding road (Oh, yeah!) 'cause I'm tryin' to bear the load
(Oh, yeah!)
And I traveled both night and day. (Oh, yeah!) So tired I could hardly pray
(Oh, yeah!)
Well, Jesus, my light and guide, (Oh, yeah!) oh, He's ever by my side. (Oh,
yeah!)
So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin', into heaven with pride.

I'll have no need to fear. (Oh, yeah!) Well, He is ever near. (Oh, yeah!)
He'll know my work was true. (Oh, yeah!) So glad the day is through. (Yeah!)
Well it wasn't for me to say. (Oh, yeah!) I didn't think I'd make my way. (Oh,
yeah!)'
So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin', to heaven with pride.

Repeat first verse

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."

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."

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)

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?

Jane Bowers

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

Louis Gottlieb

Rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout.

Chorus:
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. (Repeat)
Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane.

I've got a wife and five little children. Believe I'll take a trip on the big Macmillan. Oh, Saro Jane.
A guy like me don't have no home. I make my livin' on my shoulder bone. Oh, Sara Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.

(Chorus)

Woke up this mornin' feeling mighty mean, thinkin' 'bout my good gal in New Orleans. Oh, Saro Jane.
Fireman, keep those boilers hot. I want to reach town by six o'clock. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.

(Chorus)

Back's getting' tired and shoulder's gettin' sore. Each sack is bigger than the one before. Oh, Saro Jane.
A rock in my stomach and a watchin' my head. Gettin' superstitious 'bout my pork and bread. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.

(Chorus)

Dave Guard

Scotch and soda, mud in your eye.
Baby, do I feel high, oh, me, oh, my.
Do I feel high.
Dry martini, jigger of gin.
Oh, what a spell you've got me in, oh, my.
Do I feel high.

People won't believe me.
They'll think that I'm just braggin'.
But I could feel the way I do and still be
on the wagon.
All I need is one of your smiles.
Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my.
Do I feel high.

People won't believe me.
They'll think that I'm just braggin'.
But I could feel the way I do and
still be on the wagon.
All I need is one of your smiles.
Sunshine of your eyes,
oh, me, oh, my.
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly.
Give me lovin', baby. I feel high."

Chorus:
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon,
But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone.

My name is Juan Hano de Castro. My father was a Spanish grandee,
But I won my wife in a card game, when a man lost his daughter to me.

I picked up the ace. I had won her! My heart, which was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry- Like a warm summers' day, she was sweet.
(Chorus)

Her arms had to tighten around me as we rode up the hills from the South.
Not a word did I hear from her that day- or a kiss from her pretty red mouth.

We came to my cabin at twilight. The stars twinkled out on the coast.
She soon loved the valley- the orchard- but I knew that she loved me the most.
(Chorus)

Then I got hurt in a landslide with crushed hip and twice-broken bone.
She saddled our pony like lightning- rode off in the night, all alone.

The lion screamed in the barranca; the pony fell back on the slide.
My young wife lay dead in the moonlight. My heart died that night with my
bride.
(Chorus)
Daughters were possessions, to be bet away or arranged marriages for; also, note
the use of "young wife" in the final stanza. Her shyness- "had to tighten"-
and her silent reticence but adaptable "soon loved..." indicates no previous
marriage,
and "lost his daughter to me" indicates her origin, whereas "to hell with
the lords o'er the sea" seems thrown in. If this man were a sailor, why would
he have established orchards?

Just a thought. I'd really like to see the original music if it were available.
The concept of betting away a daughter was my first exposure to the concept of
women as property and the sung stuck with me my whole life. (I was the oldest
and
only daughter and I was afraid of the possibility; I was 9 and the chorus,
except
for one word, and the storyline, and the tune have stayed with me for the last
25 years; it influenced my major "women's studies")

Dave Guard

One, two, and three jolly coachmen
sat at an English tavern.
Three jolly coachmen sat at an English tavern,
And they decided, and they decided,
and they decided to have another flagon.

Landlord, fill the flowing bowl until
it doth run over. (Repeat)
For tonight we merr-I be, (Repeat twice)
Tomorrow we'll be sober. (What!)

Here's to the man who drinks dark ale
and goes to bed quite mellow! (Repeat)
He lives as he ought to live (Repeat twice)
He'll die a jolly good fellow! (Ha! Ha! Ha!)

Here's to the man who drinks water pure
and goes to bed quite sober. (Repeat)
He falls as the leaves do fall, (Repeat twice)
He'll die before October! (Ho! Ho! Ho!)

Here's to the maid who steals a kiss
and runs to tell her mother. (Repeat)
She's a foolish, foolish thing. (Repeat twice)
For she'll not get another. (Pity!)

Here's to the maid who steals a kiss
and stays to steal another. (Repeat)
She's a boon to all man kind. (Repeat twice)
For soon she'll be a mother!"

Paul Campbell

Hey! We are following the footsteps of those
who've gone before and we'll all be reunited
on that new and sunlit shore.

Chorus:
Oh, when the saints go marching in, (Repeat)
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number
when the saints go marching in.

And when the sun refuse to shine, (Repeat)
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number
when the sun refuse to shine.

Oh, when the trumpet sound its call, (Repeat)
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number
when the trumpet sounds that call.

Oh, when the new world is revealed, (Repeat)
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number
when the new world is revealed.

(Chorus)"

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.

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.

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)

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)

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)

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

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)

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?

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)

Will Holt

Spoken: A young man goes to Paris, as every young man should. There's something in the air of France that does a young man good.

Chorus: On the album, Dave sings the beginning of the chorus in phonetic French. Actual French is as follows: Ah! les fraises et les fromboises et les bon vins (que) nous avons bus.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew.
Here's to the girls of the countryside, the ones we drink 'em to.

Spoken: Paris nights are warm and fair. The summer winds are soft. A young man finds the face of love in every field and loft.
In every field and loft.

(Chorus)

Spoken: An old man returns to Paris as ev'ry old man must. He finds the winter winds blow cold. His dreams have turned to dust.
His dreams have turned to dust. His dreams have turned to dust.

Ah! les fraises et les fromboises et les bon vins que nous avons bus.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew.
Here's to the girls of the countryside, whom we must bid adieu.

Scotch and Soda
Mud in yer eye
Baby do I feel high oh me oh my
Do I feel high

Dry martini
Jigger of gin
Oh what a spell you've got me in, oh my
Do I feel high

People won't believe me
They'll think that I'm just braggin'
But I could feel the way I do
And still be on the wagon

All I need is one of your smiles
Sunshine of your eye oh me oh my
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly
Give me lovin' baby I feel high

People won't believe me
They'll think that I'm just braggin'
But I could feel the way I do
And still be on the wagon

All I need is one of your smiles
Sunshine of your eye oh me oh my
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly
Give me lovin' baby I feel high

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.

We went one day about a month ago (ha ha ha) to have a little fun (ah ha) in Mexico.
We ended up in a gambling spot (ha ha ha) where the liquor flowed and the dice were hot.

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

I was shooting dice, raking in the dough (long green) and then I heard a whistle blow.
We started to run when a man in blue said, "Senor, come with me 'cause I want you."

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

Just five hundred dollars and they'll set us free. I couldn't raise a penny if they threatened me.
I know five hundred don't sound like much (cheap), but just try to find somebody to touch.

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.
So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

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

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?

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

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.

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)

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)

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)

(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

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)

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)

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.

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!

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?

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!

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!

Chorus:
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)

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