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4. | Tears In My Eyes |
5. | Somebody Got Lost In A Storm |
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Last night I had the strangest dream
I ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war
I dreamed I saw a mighty room
The room was filled with men
And the paper they were signing said
They'd never fight again
And when the papers all were signed
And a million copies made
They all joined hands end bowed their heeds
And grateful prayers were prayed
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 ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war
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Willie Moore was a king, his age twenty-one,
He courted a damsel fair;
O, her eyes was as bright as the diamonds every night,
And wavy black was her hair.
He courted her both night and day,
'Til to marry they did agree;
But when he came to get her parents consent,
They said it could never be.
She threw herself in Willie Moore's arms,
As oftime had done before;
But little did he think when they parted that night,
Sweet Anna he would see no more.
It was about the tenth of May,
The time I remember well;
That very same night, her body disappeared
In a way no tongue could tell.
Sweet Annie was loved both far and near,
Had friends most all around;
And in a little brook before the cottage door,
The body of sweet Anna was found.
She was taken by her weeping friends,
And carried to her parent's room,
And there she was dressed in a gown of snowy white,
And laid her in a lonely tomb.
Her parents now are left all alone,
One mourns while the other one weeps;
And in a grassy mound before the cottage door,
The body of sweet Anna still sleeps.
[Willie Moore never spoke that anyone heard,
And at length from his friends did part,
And the last heard from him, he'd gone to Montreal,
Where he died of a broken heart.]
This song was composed in the flowery West
By a man you may never have seen;
O, I'll tell you his name, but it is not in full
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Watch out boys
Look who's comin' down the street
Oh yeah, she's a troublemaker
Oh yeah, she's a troublemaker
Here she comes
Walkin' on down the street
Look at her
She looks so very sweet
But watch out, she's a troublemaker
Watch out, she's a heartbreaker
She'll break your heart
Tear it apart
Have you heard (Have you heard)
She broke up Jerry & Joan (Ooooow)
Found somebody new (Ooooow)
Now Jerry's all alone
So watch out, she's a troublemaker
Watch out, she's a heartbreaker
She'll break your heart
Tear it apart
(Ahhhhhhhhh)
She's just out to see
How many love affairs she can break up
So if she tells you to quit your girl
You better wake up, no don't you break up
She's the kind (Yes she is)
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To kiss and a run away (Ooooow)
I should know (Ooooow)
She was mine only yesterday
So watch out, she's a troublemaker
Watch out, she's a heartbreaker
She'll break your heart
Tear it apart
She's the kind (Yes she is)
To kiss and a run away (Ooooow)
I should know (Ooooow)
She was mine only yesterday
So watch out, she's a trouble maker
Watch out, she's a heartbreaker
Watch out boys
Look who's comin' down the street
Oh yeah, she's a troublemaker
Watch out boys
Look who's comin' down the street
Oh yeah, she's a heartbreaker
Watch out boys
Look who's comin' down the street
Oh yeah, she's a troublemaker
Watch out boys
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Somebody Got Lost In A Storm |
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The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
Neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall cross my true love and I
I lean'd my back against an oak,
Thinking it was a mighty tree.
But first it bent and then it broke,
So did my love prove false to me.
I put my hand in some soft bush
Thinking the sweetest flow'r to find.
I prick'd my finger to the bone
And left the sweetest flow'r behind.
O love is handsome and love is kind,
Gay as a jewel when it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew.
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
Neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall cross my true love and I
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I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I'll say goodbye to Colorado
Where I was born and partly raised.
Your mother says I'm a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there's one promise, darling:
I'll see you on God's golden shore.
Through this open world I'm about to trouble
Through ice and snows, sleet and rain
I'm about to ride that morning railroad
Perhaps I'll die on that train.
I'm going back to Colorado
The place that I started from
If I had known how bad you'd treat me honey
I never would have come
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(Elizabeth Cotten)
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Please don't say what train I'm on
and they won't know what route I've gone.
Please don't tell'em what train I'm on
they won't know what route I've gone.
When I'm dead and in my grave
no more good times shall I pray,
Place a stone at my head and feet,
tell the world that I've gone to sleep.
Place a stone at my head and feet,
tell the world that I've gone to sleep.
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Please don't tell'em what train I'm on
they won't know what route I've gone.
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There was a lady and a lady gay,
Of children she had three,
She sent them away to the North Countree
To learn their grammaree
They'd not been gone but a very short time,
Scarcely three weeks and a day,
When death, cruel death, came hasting along
And stole those babes away.
"There is a King in Heaven," she cried
"A King of third degree
Send back, send back my three little pages,
This night send them back to me."
She made a bed in the uppermost room,
On it she put a white sheet,
And over the top a golden spread
That they much better might sleep.
"Take it off, take it off," cried the older one,
"Take it off, take it off," cried he,
"For what's to become of this wide wicked world
Since sin has first begun."
She set a table of linen fine,
On it she placed bread and wine,
"Come eat, come drink of mine."
"We want none of your bread, mother,
Neither do we want your wine,
For yonder stands our Savior deer,
To Him we must resign."
"Green grass is over our heads, mother,
Cold clay is over our feet,
And every tear you shed for us,
It wets our winding-sheet."
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Here comes one Johnny cuckoo,
Cuckoo,cuckoo.
Here comes one Johnny Cuckoo,
On a cold and stormy night.
What did you come for,
Come for,come for?
What did you come for,
On a cold and stormy night?
I come to be a soldier,
Soldier,soldier,
I come to be a soldier,
On a cold and stormy night.
You are too black and dirty,
Dirty,dirty.
You are too black and dirty
On a cold and stormy night.
I'm just as good as you are
You are,you are.
I'm just as good as you are
On a cold and stormy night.
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Well, you got to walk that lonesome valley
You got to walk it by yourselves
Nobody else can walk it for you
You got to walk it by yourselves
Now mother walked that lonesome valley
She had to walk it by herself
Cause nobody else could walk it for her
She had to walk it by herself
Now father walked that lonesome valley
He had to walk it by himself
Nobody else could walk it for him
He had to walk it by himself
Now John, they say, he was a Baptist
While others say, he was a Jew
But the holy bible plainly tells you
Oh, that he was a preacher too
Yeah, you got to walk that lonesome valley
You got to walk it by yourselves
Ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You got to go there by yourselves
Yeah, we got to walk that lonesome valley
We got to walk it by ourselves (by ourselves)
Cause nobody else (nobody else) can walk it for us
We got to walk it by ourselves
Yeah, we got to walk (we got to walk)
That lonesome valley (that lonesome valley)
We got to walk (we got to walk) it by ourselves (by ourselves)
Lord, nobody else (nobody else) can walk it for us
(Can walk it for you)
We got to walk (we got to walk) it by ourselves
Yeah, we got to walk (we got to walk) it by ourselves
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I gave my love a cherry that has no stone,
I gave my love a chicken that has no bone,
I gave my love a ring that has no end,
I gave my love a baby with no cryen.
How can there be a cherry that has no stone?
How can there be a chicken that has no bone?
How can there be a ring that has no end?
How can there be a baby with no cryen?
A cherry, when it's blooming, it has no stone,
A chicken when it's pipping, it has no bone,
A ring when it's rolling, it has no end,
A baby when it's sleeping, has no cryen.
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As I walked out on the streets of Laredo.
As I walked out on Laredo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen,
Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.
"I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy."
These words he did say as I boldly walked by.
"Come an' sit down beside me an' hear my sad story.
"I'm shot in the breast an' I know I must die."
"It was once in the saddle, I used to go dashing.
"Once in the saddle, I used to go gay.
"First to the card-house and then down to Rose's.
"But I'm shot in the breast and I'm dying today."
"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin.
"Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall.
"Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin.
"Roses to deaden the clods as they fall."
"Then beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly.
"Play the dead march as you carry me along.
"Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me,
"I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong."
"Then go write a letter to my grey-haired mother,
"An' tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone.
"But please not one word of the man who had killed me.
"Don't mention his name and his name will pass on."
When thus he had spoken, the hot sun was setting.
The streets of Laredo grew cold as the clay.
We took the young cowboy down to the green valley,
And there stands his marker, we made, to this day.
We beat the drum slowly and played the Fife lowly,
Played the dead march as we carried him along.
Down in the green valley, laid the sod o'er him.
He was a young cowboy and he said he'd done wrong
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Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill
Live way up on the Railroad Hill,
Ride, ride, ride.
Raiload Bill, Railroad Bill,
He never work' and I he never will,
Ride, ride, ride.
Kill me a chicken, send me the wing,
You think I'm workin', I don't do a thing,
Ride, ride, ride.
Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill,
Live way up on Railroad Hill,
Ride, ride, ride.
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Where are you going, my good old man?
Where are you going, my honey, lovey dove?
Where are you going, my good old man?
Best old man in the world
Spoken: Well, I'm going hunting.
What do you want for breakfast, my good old man? (as above)
Eggs
How many do you want, my good old man
A bushel
A bushel will kill you, my good old man
I don't care
Where do you want to be buried, my good old man
Over there in the chimney corner
The ashes will fall on you, my good old man
I don't care
What'll you do then, my good old man?
I will haunt you
A haunt can't haunt a haunt, my good old man
Recorded by Dildine family
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Little darlin', little darlin'
Oh where, are you, oo oo oo oo
Walla walla chipa mocka mogga
Oh my lover, oh just for you, only you
My darling, I need you
Darling I need you to call my own
To hold your life, your little foot, your hand
I knew someone would understand that
Hold my hand
My dear, I would run
To find without you
Oo oo oo oo oo
Oh, oo oo oo
That my love was just for you, 'n only you
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In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold wind blows
My love, my love, what have I done
To make you treat me so
You've caused me to weep, you've caused me to mourn
You've caused me to leave my home
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold wind blows
The longest train I ever saw
Went down that Georgia Line
The engine passed at six o'clock
The caboose went by at nine
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold wind blows
I asked my captain for the time of day
He said he throwed his watch away
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold wind blows
Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo
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I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
Cast out in this wide world to roam
My brothers and sisters won't own me
They say that I'm weak and I'm poor
But Jesus father the almighty
Has bade me to enter the door
Sometimes I'm almost driven
'Til I know not where to roam
I've heard of a city called Heaven
I've started to make it my home
When friends and relations forsake me
And troubles grow 'round me so high
I think of the kind words of Jesus
Poor pilgrim I always am nigh
Sometimes I'm almost driven
'Til I know not where to roam
I've heard of a city called Heaven
I've started to make it my home
Oh soon I shall reach the bright glory
Where mortals no more do complain
The ship that will take me is coming
The captain is calling my name
Sometimes I'm almost driven
'Til I know not where to roam
I've heard of a city called Heaven
I've started to make it my home
I've heard of a city called heaven
I've started to make it my home
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words and music by Pete Seeger
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Girls have 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?
Taken husbands 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?
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?
Covered with flowers every one
When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?
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I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me
You can leave me alone
For it's dark and it's rainin'
And the moon gives no light
And my pony can't travel
This dark road at night
Oh, I once had me a true love
Her age was sixteen
She was the flower of Belton
And the rose of Saline
But her parents didn't like me
Now she's just the same
If I'm writ on your books, gal
Just blot out my name
I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
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Come all ye fair and tender maidens
Take warning how you court young men
They're like a star of a summer's morning
First they appear and then they're gone.
They'll tell to you some loving story
They'll swear to you their love is true
Straightway they'll go and court another
And that's the love that they had for you.
If I'd a known before I courted
That love it was such a killin' thing
I'd lock my heart in a box of golden
And fastened it up with a silver chain.
O do you remember our days of courtin'
When your head lay upon my breast
You could make me believe with the falling of your eyes
That the sun rose in the west.
I wish I was a little sparrow
And I had wings and I could fly
I'd fly away to my own true lover
And when he speaks I won't deny.
But I am not no little sparrow
I have no wings neither can I fly
I'll sit right down in my grief and sorrow
And let my troubles pass me by.
Come all ye fair and tender maidens
Take warning how you court young men
They're like a star of a summer's morning
First they appear and then they're gone.
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Im waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesnt have much time
'Cause at 5 oclock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be theres some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there is never an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell God be with you
If theres a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul 'cause it's willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion
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Three gates in the east
Three gates in the west
Three gates in the north
Three gates in the south
That makes twelve gates to the city Hallelujah
Oh what a beautiful city
Oh what a beautiful city
Oh what a beautiful city
There's twelve gates to the city Hallelujah
Walk right in, you're welcome to the city
Step right up welcome to the city
Walk right through those gates to the city
There are twelve gates to the city Hallelujah
Oh what a beautiful city
Oh what a beautiful city
Oh what a beautiful city
There's twelve gates to the city Hallelujah
Who are those children all dressed in red
Twelve gates to the city
Must be the children that Moses sent
There are twelve gates to the city Hallelujah
Rich and the poor welcome to the city
Young and the old welcome to the city
Weak and the strong welcome to the city
There are twelve gates to the city Hallelujah
Oh what a beautiful city
Oh what a beautiful city
Oh what a beautiful city
There's twelve gates to the city Hallelujah
Oh what a beautiful city
Oh what a beautiful city
Oh what a beautiful city
There's twelve gates to the city Hallelujah
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Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger,
She says that I can't be your bride.
All men are false, says my mother,
They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies.
The very next evening, they'll court another,
Leave you alone to pine and sigh.
My daddy is a handsome devil
He's got a chain five miles long,
And on every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid he's loved and wronged.
Go court another tender maiden,
And hope that she will be your wife,
For I've been warned, and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life.
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