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GAZE ON OTHER HEAVENS
John Stewart

I was hopin' that you'd come to me. It's plain that I can see that you are cryin', yes, you are cryin'.
Yeah, I have often lied to cover up my pride and I have hurt you, yes, I have hurt you.
Let us be together as we face this stormy weather. Gaze on other heavens. Don't you cry. Don't you cry.
I have other friends. I think that they're the end, but I just love you. I just love you.
It goes on and on, longer than a song and I will need you. I will need you.
Let us be together as we face this stormy weather. Gaze on other heavens. Don't you cry. Don't you cry.

La, da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da, wheeeeee yeah.
Let us be together as we face this stormy weather. Gaze on other heavens. Don't you cry. Don't you cry.

I was hopin' that you'd come to me. It's plain that I can see that you are cryin', yes, you are cryin'.
Yeah, I have often lied to cover up my pride and I have hurt you, yes, I have hurt you.
Let us be together as we face this stormy weather. Gaze on other heavens. Don't you cry. Don't you cry.
Oh, don't you cry. Oh, don't you cry. Oh, don't you cry.

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GENNY GLENN
John Stewart/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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GEORGIA STOCKADE
Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

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GETAWAY, JOHN
Jack Splittard

Chorus:
Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, Poor John.

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

(Chorus)

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

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

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

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

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GLORIOUS KINGDOM
Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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GO TELL ROGER
John Stewart

My brother stirs the kool-aid, giving sips. Two cents and a penny buys a set of big, wax lips.
Riding with no hands around the turn. Let's find a guy named Francis and give him an Indian burn.

Chorus:
And we can go tell Roger there's another face looking in the window.

Standing with my clothes on in the rain. Let's make some funny phone calls to folks with funny names.
Albert holds his breath when he gets mad. That's when I really like him 'cause his breath is really bad.

Chorus)

I know that Lucy Higgins still loves me 'cause she hit me with her lunch pail when I kicked her on the knee.
My brother stirs the kool-aid, giving sips. Two cents and a penny buys a set of big, wax lips.

(Chorus)

Lookin' in the window. Lookin' in the window. Lookin' in the window.

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GOIN' AWAY FOR TO LEAVE YOU
John Phillips

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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GOO GA GEE
Mike Settle

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

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

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

(Repeat first verse)

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GOOD NEWS
Lou Gottlieb

Chorus:
Good news, chariot's comin'. (Repeat twice)
And I don't want it to leave me behind. (Repeat chorus first time)

There's a long white robe in heaven I know (there's a long white robe in heaven I know)
There's a long white robe in heaven I know and I don't want it to leave me behind.

(Chorus)

There's a starry crown in heaven I know (there's a starry crown in heaven I know)
There's a starry crown in heaven I know and I don't want it to leave me behind.

(Chorus)

There's a golden harp in heaven I know (there's a golden harp in heaven I know)
There's a golden harp in heaven I know and I don't want to leave it behind.

(Chorus)

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GOODNIGHT IRENE
Huddie Ledbetter/John Lomax

Chorus:
Irene, goodnight. Irene, goodnight Goodnight, Irene. Goodnight, Irene. I'll see you in my dreams.

Last Saturday night I got married. Me and my wife settled down.
Now, me and my wife are parted. Gonna take a little stroll downtown.

(Chorus)

Yeah, sometimes I live in the country and sometimes I live in town.
Yeah, and sometimes I take a great notion I'm gonna jump in the river and drown.

(Chorus)

Stop ramblin'. Stop that gamblin'. Stop staying out late at night.
Go home to your wife and family. Stay there by the fireside, bright.

(Chorus)

Goodnight, Irene. Goodnight, Irene. I'll see you in my dreams.

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GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN
Mike Stewart

Chorus:
Go tell it on the mountains over the hills and ev'rywhere and you can go (go) tell it on the mountain, Jesus Christ was born.

Down in a lowly manger, Jesus Christ was born and the Lord sent down salvation that blesses Christmas morn,
You can go upon the mountain, dwell both night and day. You can ask the Lord to help you and He'll show you the way.

(Chorus)

You may be a watchman upon the city wall and if I am a Christian, if I'm the last to fall
You can go tell it on the mountain over the hills and ev'rywhere. You can go tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ was born.

(Chorus)

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GO WHERE I SEND THEE
Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you one by one, one for the little bitty Baby
Was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you two by two, two for Paul and Silas,
One for the little bitty Baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, now, I'm gonna send you three by three, three for the Hebrew children,
Two for Paul and Silas, one for the little bitty Baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you six by six, well, six for the six that never got fixed,
Five for the gospel preachers, four for the four that stood at the door, three for the Hebrew children,
Two for Paul and Silas, one for the little bitty Baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you eight by eight, eight for the eight that stood at the gate,
Seven for the seven that never got to heaven and six for the six that never got fixed,
Five for the gospel preachers, four for the four that stood at the door, three for the Hebrew children
Two for Paul and Silas, one for the little bitty Baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, now, I'm gonna send you ten by ten, ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine all dressed so fine, eight for the eight that stood at the gate,
Seven for the seven who never got to heaven and six for the six that never got fixed,
Five for the gospel preachers, four for the four that stood at the door, three for the Hebrew children,
Two for Paul and Silas, one for the little bitty Baby was born, born, born in Bethlehem.
He was born, born, born in Bethlehem.

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THE GOLDEN SPIKE
J. Pike

Gang man, make the bed. A cross tie at your head. For we can't lay the track 'til the benders off your back.
Gang man, make the bed. Carry man, get the feel. Heave that ply of steel. We can't get to town 'til I bring my hammer down.
Carry man, get the feel.

Spiker, place your nail. Right beside the rail. I can drive all you've got 'cause I keep my hammer hot. Spiker, place your nail.

Big train, stay off my back. You got a thousand mile of track. I can hear your whistle blow but there ain't no where to go.
Big train, stay off my back. Captain let it be. You know you can't hurry me. You won't give me my time 'cause you know I'm in my prime. Captain, let it be.

Listen to my hammer whine. We got ninety mile of track to line. We can do what we like when we drive the golden spike.
Listen to my hammer whine.

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GONNA GO DOWN THE RIVER
Buddy Mize/Dallas Frazier

I just heard that whistle blow. Gonna go down the river once more.
Well, I've got my bag and I'm ready to go. Gonna go down the river once more.
Gonna leave St. Louis, go to New Orleans. Eat a little bacon. Eat a little beans.
Have a good time like I did before. Gonna go down the river once more.

Chorus:
Gonna go down the river, gonna go down the river, gonna go down the river once more. (Repeat)

Gonna load that cotton on the boat by the bale. Gonna go down the river once more.
Gonna quit my drinkin'. Gonna stay out of jail. Gonna go down the river once more.
Yeah, my little woman's gonna say goodbye, wavin' her hand with a tear in her eye.
Leave these docks about a quarter to four. Gonna go down the river once more.

(Chorus - interlude - chorus)

Gonna ride that boat to the glory land. Gonna go down the river once more.
Hey, I'll do a little dance with a riverboat band. Gonna go down the river once more.
I've got my banjo ready to play, hey, we'll shout and sing both night and day.
I'll make my bed on the riverboat floor. Gonna go down the river once more.

(Chorus)

Gonna go down the river once more!

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GOOBER PEAS
Bill Hansen

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

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GOODNIGHT, MY BABY
Nick Reynolds

Tomorrow morn is Christmas day, goodnight, my baby, goodnight. Old Saint Nick is on his way, goodnight, my baby, goodnight.

Chorus:
Sleep now, my baby. Dream now, my bouncing baby boy. Sleep tight, my baby. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight.

The fire will roar. The bells will ring. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight.
Can almost hear the angels sing. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight.
The song they sing 'twill joyous be. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight.
Their song of love's for you and me. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight.

(Chorus)

Christmas is the time for love. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight.
Sleep through the night, my little dove. Goodnight, my baby, goodnight.

(Chorus)

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GOTTA TRAVEL ON
Paul Clayton

Chorus:
Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long. Summer's almost gone. Winter's comin' on.
Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long and I feel like I gotta travel on.

Papa writes to Johnny. Johnny can't come home. Johnny can't come home, no, Johnny can't come home.
Papa writes to Johnny. Johnny can't come home for he's been on the chain gang too long.

High sheriff and police comin' after me. Comin' after me, oh, comin' after me.
High sheriff and police comin' after me and I feel like I gotta travel on.

(Chorus)

Want-a see my honey. Want-a see her bad. Want-a see her bad, oh, I want-a see her bad.
Want-a see my honey and I want-a see her bad. She's the best gal this poor boy ever had.

(Chorus)

And I feel like I gotta travel, done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long.

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GREEN GRASSES
John Stewart

"Way out by lonely bayou. There waits a girl where the green grasses grow.
Waits she there with a tear in her eye dreaming of years that long have gone by.

How I yearn for the days that are gone! I'd wake in the morning to a whippoorwill song.
There by the fire sits my lady fair. Singing this song as the combs her long hair.

Now I'm thinkin' home I must go 'cause I've been wandrin' where the four winds blow.
Startin' tonight with the big April moon, she'll be by my side by the third day of June.

(Repeat first verse)

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GREENBACK DOLLAR
Hoyt Axton/Ken Ramsey

Some people say I'm a no 'count. Others say I'm no good.
But I'm just a nat'ral-born travelin' man, doin' what I think I should, O, yeah. Doin' what I think I should.

Chorus:
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar, spend it as fast as I can.
For a wailin' 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."

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus, repeat first verse and repeat chorus)

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GUE GUE
Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

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

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

Chorus:
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.

(Chorus)

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GUARDO EL LOBO
Eric Schwandt

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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GYPSY ROSE AND I DON'T GIVE A CURSE
Kris Kristofferson

Seven starving sailors sold their summer homes in Saginaw to search for something better in Rangoon (in Rangoon)
Down where Salty Sam from Turkistan had organized a marching band of Mau Maus in the Crazy Horse Saloon.
They harmonized together singing verses of the netherworld of darkness in an unfamiliar tune
And before the night was over they was a-floatin' down the river with their belly buttons winkin' at the moon.

Chorus:
Oh, isn't it the same the whole world over? People seem to go from bad to worse.
Whether you're a fighter or a lover, Gypsy Rose and I don't give a curse.

Seven sorry sisters from the Sun Canal sorority went strolling on a summer afternoon
Down where little Ricky Vanderpool would work his way through Sunday school playing his electricfied kazoo
They'd hide their best to back it, not intending to distract it, singing seven kinds of sorry out of tune,
And before the night was over they was a-floatin' down the river with their belly buttons winkin' at the moon.

(Chorus, twice)

H

HANGMAN
Nick Reynolds/Adam Yagodka

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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HANNA LEE
Richard Mills/Stan Jones

You dusty eyes were soft and glowin' when first I met you, Hannah Lee.
There was no way for me a-knowin' the sorrow your sweet caress would bring to me.

Chorus:
High, high, high is the gallows. (Yeah, and it's long) long as the rope that waits for me.
High as the gallows. They'll hang me for your sins, my Hannah Lee.

You shot and killed your cruel husband because you found you loved but me,
And then you lied before the jury and they blamed for your sins, my Hanna Lee.

(Chorus)

Down at the jail on hangin' mornin', I heard you tell them you had lied.
Your dusty eyes were soft and glowin' and I saw you hang your head and cry.

High, high, high is the gallows. (Yeah, and it's long) long as the rope that waits for me.
High as the gallows. When they hang my lovin' darlin', Hannah Lee. When they hang my lovin' darlin', Hannah Lee. (Repeat and fade out)

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HARD, AIN'T IT HARD
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 did love you?

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)

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HARD TRAVELIN'
Woody Guthrie

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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HAUL AWAY
Jack Splittard

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

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

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

(Chorus)

East wind bring us home.

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

(Chorus)

East wind bring us home.

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HAWAIIAN NIGHTS
Harold Payne/Edgar Pease/Mike Scarpiello

Well, I just got home and I feel like I want to get back on the plane
'Cause I just can't forget about the girl I met in the sun-filled rain.
Deep brown skin, like a tropical princess, child of the sun.
She gave me a love I thought I'd I never discover in anyone.

Chorus:
Soft, warm wind blows through her long, dark hair
And then I close my eyes and see her smiling there on Hawaiian nights.

Stayed for a week on the black sand beach feeling lazy all day.
We walked up the strand picking shells from the sand, the sun slipped away.
The sound of guitars under South Sea stars, the ocean's harmony
Made me feel every wave on the love that we made it was ecstasy.

(Chorus)

Barefoot lady, my sunshine baby, I'm leaving today.
Barefoot lady, my sunshine baby, this time I'll stay. Yea, yea, yea.

Where soft, warm wind blows through her long, dark hair
And then I close my eyes and see her smiling there on Hawaiian nights. (Soft, warm winds)
On Hawaiin nights. (Long, dark hair) On Hawaiian nights.

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HIGH HEELED SHOES
John Hadley

High heel shoes, so sheik and elegant, tapping on the floor beneath the table of the fancy restaurant.
The maitre d' brings the phone to where she sits. He puts it down beside her daiquiri and walks away to greet another guest.
Warm, red lips whispering "Good-bye." A fifty-dollar tip. Dark glasses on her eyes.

High heel shoes step into her limousine. A number on a napkin for the driver it's a place he's never seen.
A sea gull sits on a weather-beaten shack, a little fishing boat near by with "High Heels" written on the back.
Ooo. Ooo. Ummm. Um!

High heel shoes on the floor beside the bed. The driver of the limo checks his watch and lights another cigarette.
The tide rolls in from out beyond the bay, she gets into her limousine, turns around and slowly drives away.
Cool, white hands hold a faded photograph of a little girl in high heel shoes and a shy boy standing by a shack.

The shadows fall on the private parking lot. She walks across the pavement to the ladder of the million dollar yacht.
He turns and smiles. He was worried and concerned.
They sail off in the sunset, "High Heels" written on the stern.

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HIT AND RUN
John Stewart

I was lookin' at the sun. Pardon me, I didn't know it can't be done. I was lookin' at the sun. I was lookin' at the sun.

I was callin' back my youth. Pardon me, did you want to use the booth? I was callin' back my youth. I was callin' back my youth.

Chorus:
I don't listen to the fools that are makin' up the rules. I'm a-havin' too much fun.
Doin' what I wanta, hit and run. Doin' what I wanta hit and run. Hit and run. Hit and run. Hit and run.

So my world is made of paint, pardon me, I didn't know that you're a saint. So my world is made of paint. So my world is made of paint.
You are lookin' for the truth. Pardon me, I think your poodles on the roof. You are lookin' for the truth. You are lookin' for the truth.

(Chorus)

I may never be that good. Pardon me, I never said I ever would. I may never be that good. I may never be that good.

(Repeat first verse and chorus)

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HOBO'S LULLABY
Goebel Reeves

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

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HOME FROM THE HILL
Bronislau Kaper/Mack David

Home is the hunter. Home from the hill. Home is the dreamer. Home from the hill.
Home with his loved one, never to part. Close to his loved one. Home in her heart.

The hill is the distant horizon where the end of a rainbow lies.
He searched for a dream and discovered it was waiting for him in his lover's eyes.

Home is the hunter. Home from the hill. Home is the dreamer; safe in the arms of his love nevermore to roam.
He's home. He's home.

(Interlude)

Home is the hunter. Home from the hill. Home is the dreamer; safe in the arms of his love nevermore to roam.
He's home. He's home.

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HONEY, ARE YOU MAD AT YOUR MAN?
John Stewart/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

Ruby, oh, Ruby. Honey, are you mad? Honey, are you mad? Honey, are you mad at your man?

Well, I'm goin' downtown. Gonna get me a jug of brandy. Gonna give it all to Mandy.
Keep her drunk and boozy. Good drunk and boozy. Good drunk and boozy all the time.

Well, if you say so, then I'll railroad no mo'. I'll just hang around your shanty.
Hang around your shanty. Hang around your shanty all the time.

Ruby, oh, Ruby. Honey, are you mad? Honey, are you mad? Honey, are you mad at your man?

Well, I'm walkin' on down till my shoes are getting' ragged. I'm getting' me down to Nashville.
Get me down to Nashville. Get me down to Nashville, Tennessee.

Honey, are you mad? Honey, are you mad? Honey, are you mad at your man?

Ruby, oh, Ruby.

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HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND
John Stewart

Chorus:
I hope you understand I've a long way to go. Hope you understand because I told you so.
Well, as the people say, I will be comin' back this way, but until then, gal, you're on your own.

I'm not the kind of guy just for hangin' 'round. I'm bored to tears with this old town.
Well, if you behave, hey, I'll send you a card from Santa Fe but until then, gal, you're on your own.

(Chorus)

I'm gonna walk away. Don't you come on along. I will be singin' a lonesome song.
It's sad but true but I've just got to get away from you but until then, gal, you're on your own.

(Chorus)

I could never stay upon the shelf where the wind and rain are never felt
But, hey, don't cry. I'll be comin' back, by and by, but until then, gal, you're on your own.

(Chorus)

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THE HUNTER
Jack Splittard

The hunter, he did cross the plain and then he ventured home again.
The merry, merry feast will soon begin among the leaves so green-o.

Chorus:
Jackie boy, sing ye well. Very well. Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down.
Among the leaves so green-o. To my hey, down, down. Hoe down, down.
Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down. Among the leaves so green-o.

The hunter is a cheerful sight. His hearth is warm, his fire bright.
His songs, they fill the winter night among the leaves so green-o.
To my hey down, down. Hoe down, down. Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down.
Among the leaves so green-o.

(Chorus)

'Tis merry we are and merry we'll stay. We'll sing a toast 'till the break of day
And start again upon our way among the leaves so green-o.

(Chorus twice)

Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down. (Repeat twice)

I

I BAWLED
Bob Shane

Took my girl home the other night. Got myself in an awful fight.
She said, "Do, do, darlin', won't you please come in?" Her old lady socked me with a rollin pin.

Chorus:
And I bawled. I bawled. Oh, mon, you should have heard me bawl.
Well, I bawl when I feel the pin. I don't meet with that old woman again.
Oh, yes, I bawled (I bawled.) I bawled. (I bawled.) Oh, mon, you should have heard me bawl.
Well, I bawl when I feel the pin. I don't meet with that old woman again.

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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I CAN'T HELP BUT WONDER WHERE I'M BOUND
Tom Paxton

It's a long and a dusty road. It's a hard and a heavy load and the folks we meet ain't always kind.
Some are bad and some are good. Some have done the best they could. Some have tried to ease our troubling mind.

Chorus:
And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound. Can't help but wonder where I'm bound.

I have traveled across this land just a-doing the best I can. Tryin' to find what I was meant to do.
And the faces that I see are as worried as can be. Looks like they've been wonderin', too.

(Chorus)

I had a buddy, way back home, but he started out to roam and I hear he's out by Monterey,
And sometimes, when I've had a few, his voice comes singin' through and I a-goin' out to see him some old day.

(Chorus)

If you see us passin' by and you sit and you wonder why and you wish that you were a rambler, too.
Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor, lace 'em up, bar the door and thank the stars for the roof that's over you.

(Chorus)

And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound, can't help but wonder where I'm bound.

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IF I HAD A SHIP
Mason Williams

Chorus:
If I had a ship, I'd sail away. (Repeat)
Leave my sorrows where they lay. If I had a ship, I'd sail away.

Stroll down by the sea. Take a stroll down by the bay. Sit and ponder they endless waves. If I had a ship, I'd sail away.

(If I had a ship) If I had a ship (I'd sail away) I'd sail away. (Repeat)
(Leave my sorrows where they lay) Leave my sorrows where they lay.
(If I had a ship) If I had a ship (I'd sail away) I'd sail away.

Stroll down by the sea where the wind songs softly play. Lean my back on a driftwood tree. If I had a ship, I'd sail away.

If I had a ship, I'd sail away (I would sail away). If I had a ship, I'd sail away (I would sail away.)
Leave my sorrows where they lay. If I had a ship, I'd sail away.

Stroll down by the sea. Stand beside her misty spray. 'Though I know 't'ill never be, if I had a ship, I'd sail away.

(Chorus)

(If I had a ship) If I had a ship (I'd sail away) I'd sail away. (Repeat)
(Leave my sorrows where they lay) Leave my sorrows where they lay (If I had a ship) If I had a ship (I'd sail away) I'd sail away.

If I had a ship, I'd sail away. (Repeat)
Leave my sorrows where they lay. If I had a ship, I'd sail away. (I'd sail away.)

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If I Knew Then

Words & Music 2017 by George Weissinger
Recorded by The Kingston Trio on Bloodlines Hold the Key

If I could do it over again
I'd be a winner in the end

It's just a matter of knowing how.
If I knew then what I know now

There are philosophers and kings
And they can teach us many things

We might even learn if we'd allow.
If we knew then what we know now

Chorus:
In life you get one chance, one time.

Some call it luck, and some design.
Oh, I should have known better with mine.

I should have never let her go.
Yes, after all this time I know.

If I had kept her close somehow...
If I knew then what I know now.

If I knew then what I know now.

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IF YOU DON'T LOOK AROUND
John Stewart

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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IF YOU SEE ME GO
Mike Stewart

Chorus:
If you see me go, well, don't you look my way. You just turn your head. Don't you watch me walk away.
Well, you know, my gal, this time I'm a-leavin' you to stay 'cause you've injured this poor soul once too often for today.
Well, I wish for you the good times that I've never seen and for you the peace of mind that I never knew,
'Cause cryin' tired and lonely is a hard way to be and it's cryin' tired and lonely and you I wanta say.

If you hear my voice, don't you look and see. Don't you turn and find that it really wasn't me.
Well, you know, my gal, this time I'm a-leavin' you to stay 'cause you've injured this poor soul once too often for today.

They say that talkin' at your mind can help a troubled soul but your mind has nothin' left to say
'Cause it's bad times and hard luck that's all I've come to know and it's bad times and hard luck, every day, I'm telling you.

(Chorus)

Well, you know, my gal, this time I'm a-leavin' you to stay 'cause you've injured this poor soul once too often for today.
'Cause you've injured this poor soul once too often for today.

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I LIKE TO HEAR THE RAIN
Alex Harvey

I like to hear the rain when you're lying by my side, 'neath the fireplace, so soft and warm.
I like to hear the rain when you're locked inside my arms and I know you feel safe from any harm.
Someday, when we're growing old, we'll make love like we do today.
Someday, when our baby's own his own, it will be so sweet remembering the way we shared our love today.

I like to hear the rain in the stillness of the night when I'm dreaming pretty dreams of you and me.
I like to hear the rain when you're locked inside my heart and I know you always ever be.
Someday, when we're growing old, I'll hold you like I do today.
Someday, when today is long ago, it will be so sweet remembering the way we shared our love today.

Someday, when we're growing old, we'll make love like we do today.
Someday, when our baby's own his own, it will be so sweet remembering the way we shared our love today.

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I'M A RAKE AND RAMBIN' BOY

Chorus:
Oh, I'm a rake and a ramblin' boy. There's many a city, Lord, I did enjoy,
But now I'm married, got a pretty little wife and I love her dearer than I love my life.

Oh, she was pretty and owed me a deal caused me to rob that broad highway
Oh, yes, I robbed it, I do declare. I got the city ten thousand bales.

(Chorus)

And when I die (and when I die) don't bury me at all (bury me at all)
Just place my bones, Lord, in alcohol and at my feet, a snow white dove to let the world know I died for love.

Oh, I'm a rake (I'm a rake) and a ramblin' boy (ramblin' boy). There's many a city, Lord, I did enjoy.
But now I'm married, got a pretty little wife and I love her dearer than I love my life. (Repeat two lines)
And I love her dearer than I love my life.

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I'M GOING HOME
Fred Geis

Well, no matter where I wandered I know I'll always find a welcome at the end of every journey.
There'll be friendly people waitin'.

Chorus:
California would not hold me 'though I loved her timber mountains.
Worked her fields and worked her orchards up and down her central valley.

I have driven open highway through the golden Utah valley
And I watched the rivers gently gliding. I wave my hand to friendly people.

(Chorus)

Folks who know me call me a drifter. They don't know I'll stop my ramblin'.
They don't know that someday, somewhere, somebody's gonna make me settle down.

I'm going home, Lord, I'm going home. (Repeat and then chorus twice)

I'm going home!

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INTERCHANGEABLE LOVE
Mason Williams

You love me for lovin' you,
You are you because I do.
I love you for lovin' me
And I am me because you do.
So much with us in love are we:
I could be you and you could be me.

You kiss me for kissin' you,
You are you because I do.
I kiss you for kissin' me
And I am me because you do.
So much in love with us are we:
You kiss you and I kiss me.

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ISLE IN THE WATER
Rod McKuen

Shy one, dear one, keeper of my heart. She moves in the pantry quietly apart.
There she pours the flour. There she kneads the dough to an isle in the water with her I would go.

Shy one, dear one, keeper of my heart. She moves in the parlor quietly apart.
She stands against the window, all in the fire glow to an isle in the water with her I would go.

Shy one, dear one, keeper of my heart. She moves in the chamber quietly apart.
And there she smoothes the linen and fluffs the pillows so to an isle in the water with her I would go.


But I cannot sail for my boat has holes. So I rumple her pillow and I stir the coals.
And in the parlor I guess she knows to an isle in the water with her I would go.

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IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR
Ervin Drake

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girl and soft summer night.
We'd hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen.

When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for city girl who lived up the stairs
With perfume hair that came undone when I was twenty-one.

When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls of independent means.
We'd ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs would drive when I was thirty-five.

But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the year and now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs. It poured sweet and clear. It was a very good year.

J

JACKSON
Billy Edd Wheeler/Jed Peters

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

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

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

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

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JANE, JANE, JANE
Stan Wilson

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)

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JESSE JAMES
Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/Nick Reynolds

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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JOCKO AND THE TRAPEZE LADY
Dick Feller

He was a boy when the circus first came to the dust of his West Texas town.
And twenty years later, he'd spent twenty years as Jocko the Sad Circus Clown.
He did slap-stick gags in grease paint and rags and the people would laugh 'til they cried.
But they never saw past the painted clown mask to the sad, empty man locked inside.

The trapeze lady swung easy and gracefully, high in the high trapeze swing.
Her parents were flyers. The circus was her life. The carny was deep in her veins.
High in the spotlights in sequins and pink tights, she flew like a bird in the wind.
The saw dust's on daughter, the strong men who caught her were all that she brought to her tent.

Jocko worked down with the center ring clowns with a sad painted smile on his face
And the trapeze lady swung easy and gracefully high in the great canvas space.
Jocko looked up with a tear in his heart and, Lord, he wished he could fly
For she never looked down at a baggy pants clown who looked up with love in his eyes.

It was Tulsa, the last stop, the last show of the big top, a loud, sell-out crowd filled the seats.
They clapped for the walk-around and cheered for the clowns. The fliers brought them to their feet.
Then a still half-lit match fell in tender dry grass and soon found the dry saw dust floor.
The flames leaped higher. When the people heard, "Fire!" they swept like a wave for the door.

Jocko looked up to the top of the tent and a hundred feet from the ground
Swung the trapeze lady, up on the high swing, alone, with no way to get down.
He ran to the ladder that led to the platform, she cried, "Jocko, no! There's no time!"
But her quick word of fear fell deaf on love's ear as slowly he started to climb.

Hand over hand to the high flier's stand, taking the rope that hung there
With one quick look down, the sad circus clown looked up and took to the air.
Slow then slowly he started to swing, his eyes turned to tears in the smoke.
Faster then faster and as he swung past her, her strong flier hands found the rope.

She slipped to the ground as the flames found the rigging and licked at the rope that he held.
He'd started below when the rigging let go and down to the saw dust he fell.
She ran to his side and with tears in her eyes, "Oh, no! Jocko, why?" she cried.
He raised his sad head. "I loved you," he said and he closed his eyes and he died.

Now, the trapeze lady swings easy and gracefully high in the great canvass space.
But a place and a time are still etched in her mind of a smile painted on a sad face.
And she sometimes looks down to the center ring clowns for someone she never has found.
For she still remembers the time when love came to her wearing the face of a clown.

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THE JUG OF PUNCH
Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl

As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June.
A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch.

Chorus:
Tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu.

A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch.

What more diversion can a man desire than to court a girl by a cheerful fire?
A carey pippin to crack and crunch and on the table a jug of punch.

(Chorus)

A carey pippin to crack and crunch and on the table a jug of punch.

Ye mortal lords, drink your nectar wine and ye quality folk, sip your claret fine.
I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for a jolly pull at my jug of punch.

(Chorus)

I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for a jolly pull at my jug of punch.

Ye learned doctors, with all your art, cannot cure a depression on the heart.
But even a cripple forgets his hunch when he's snug outside of a jug of punch.

(Chorus)

But even a cripple forgets his hunch when he's snug outside of a jug of punch.

And when I'm dead and I'm in my grave, no costly tombstone do I ever crave.
Just lay me down in my native peat with a jug of punch at my head and feet.

(Chorus)

Just lay me down in my native peat with a jug of punch at my head and feet. (Ooo, Ooo)

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JUST ONCE AROUND THE CLOCK
Sigmund Romberg/Hammerstein

Nothing to regret tomorrow, nothing to regret. You'll find me making no demand or claim upon you.
Kiss me and forget. Kiss me and forget.
Kiss me while you may. Tomorrow is another day, so, while you're glowing with the sweet, warm flame upon you
Let it burn away. Let its light be short and gay.

Just once around the clock and then goodbye, dear. Love likes to fly by night so let it fly, dear.
Love likes to fly by night so let it fly, dear and when it's over bid me goodbye, dear.

Just once around the clock as happy strangers who seek the joys of life without its dangers.
Just once around the clock, let beauty lead you and when it's over, darling, God speed you.
Just as we met with the coming of the moonlight, we'll part with the rising of the sun.

 

 

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