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KARU
Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart

Taku wai uri oro nei tupu tapu kino nrie. Au we te mataku e, Kare, kare, ka maatu e, Kare, kare, ka maatu e
Karu, karu, karu, karu, kati Iave, Karu, karu, karu, karu, kate Iave. Karu, karu, karu, karu, kate Iave, Ka haire ki te ora mo.
Kare, kare, Ka maatu e, Kare, kare, Ka maatu e, Karu, karu, karu, kate Iave,
Karu, karu, karu, karu, ka maatu e, Karu, karu, karu, karu, kate Iave, Ka haire ki te oara mo
Tuku wai uri oro nei tupu tapu kino nrie. Auwe te nataku e Kamo. Tuku wai uri oro nei tupu tapu kino nrie.

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LA BAMBA
Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart

Baila baila baila bamba. Baila, baila, baila bamba, seres a si' una poca de gracia.
Una poca de gracia para mi para ti y'ariba, y'ariba.
A y' ariba, ariba, por ti sere, yo no soy marinero. Yo no soy marinero, por ti sere por ti sere.
Bamba, bamba. Bamba, bamba. Bamba, bamba. Bamba, bamba.

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La Migra--Words & Music © George Weissinger. All Rights Reserved including public performance for profit. BMI

MANUELITO STILL SMILES BEEN DOIN’ THIS FOR AWHILE

HE’S A SMUGGLER & KNOWS HOW TO GET ACROSS THE BORDER
HE KNOWS EVERY RAVINE GUARDED BY GREEN MACHINE & IF YOU CAN PAY HE CAN GET YOU AROUND LA MIGRA

Chorus:

THEY COME HERE AS YOU KNOW MILLONS SWIM IN THE FLOW
YES THEY COME & THEY GO AND THEN THEY DISAPPEAR
BUT THE BORDER PATROL CANNOT CAPTURE THE SOUL OF MANUELITO & THOSE WHO COME ACROSS THE BORDER

MANNY’S NEVER BEEN CAUGHT BUT I KNOW HE IS SOUGHT
BY MIGRA FROM BROWNSVILLE TO BAJA
NOONE KNOWS HIS LAST NAME BUT THEY KNOW OF HIS GAME
HE HAS COME TO BE KNOW AS EL COYOTE GRANDE

(REPEAT CHORUS)

LANDSCAPERS CUT UP YOUR GRASS BUSBOYS FILLUP YOUR GLASS
IT GOES ON & ON FRO,M MAY TO LATE DECEMBER
AND YEAR AFTER YEAR ILLEGALS LIVING IN FEAR & THAT’S THE WAY IT HAS BEEN AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER

(REPEAT CHORUS)

PERO LA PATRULLA DE LA FRONTERA NO PUEDEN CAPTURAR EL ALMA DE MANUELIOT Y ELLOS QUE SOBRE LA FRONTERA

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LAREDO
Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo, as I walked out in Laredo one day.
I spied a young cowboy dressed in white linen. Dressed in white linen and cold as the clay.
I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy. You can see by my outfit I'm a cowboy, too.
You can see by our outfits that we are both cowboys. Get yourself an outfit and be a cowboy, too!

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THE LAST MONTH OF THE YEAR
Vera Hall

What month was my Jesus born in? Last month of the year! (Repeat)

Chorus:
Oh, January, (January), February, (February), March, April, May, June, O, Lord,
You got July, August, September, October, and-a November,
On the twenty-fifth day of December in the last month of the year.

Well, they laid Him in the manger. Last month of the year! (Repeat then chorus)

Wrapped Him up in swaddling clothing. Last month of the year! (Repeat then chorus)

Well, He was born of the Virgin Mary. Last month of the year! (Repeat then chorus)

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LAST NIGHT I HAD THE STRANGEST DREAM
Ed McCurdy

Chorus:
Last night I had the strangest dream I never dreamed before. I dreamed the world had all agreed to put an end to war.

I dreamed I saw a mighty room and the room was filled with men
And the papers they were signing said they'd never fight again
And when the papers were all signed and a million copies made,
They all joined hands and bowed their heads and grateful prayers were raised
And the people in the streets below were dancing 'round and 'round
And guns and swords and uniforms were scattered on the ground.

(Chorus)

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LAST THING ON MY MIND
Tom Paxton

It's a lesson too late for the learnin', made of sand, made of sand.
In a wink of an eye my soul is turnin' in your hand, in your hand.

Chorus:
Are you goin' away with no word of fare well; will there be not a trace left behind?
I could've loved you better. Didn't mean to be unkind. You know that was the last thing on my mind.

As I lie in my bed ev'ry mornin' without you, without you.
Each song in my heart dies a-bornin' without you, without you.

(Chorus)

You've got reason a-plenty for leavin'. This I know. This I know
For the weeds have been steadily growin'. Please, don't go. Aw, please, don't go.

(Chorus)

(Oh, yeah, I) could have loved you better. Didn't mean to be unkind. You know that was the last thing on my mind.

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LEAVE MY WOMAN ALONE
Ray Charles

Chorus:
If you don't want, you don't have to get in trouble. (Repeat twice)
Hey, you'd better leave my woman alone.

Well, I know you are a playboy and you've got your women all over town
Well, listen, buddy, if you ever sweet talk my little girl, I'm gonna lay your body down.

(Chorus)

Well, I know you've got your money and you've got a new convertible, too.
But if I ever see my little girl in your little car, I'm gonna do some work on you.

(Chorus)

Well, I don't believe in trouble, so I don't want to start a fight.
So, if you take heed and stay away from my little girl, well, everything will be all right.

(Chorus)

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LEI PAKALANA
Samuel F. Omar

He awe mai au, lei pakalana
E ia one pua, lei pakalana

He awe mai au, lei poni moie
E ia one pua, lei awapuhi

Haina i mai, ana kapuana
E ia one pua, lei pakalana (repeat this verse)

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LEMON TREE
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)

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LESS OF ME
Glen Campbell

Let me be a little kinder. Let me be a little blinder. To the faults of those about me, let me praise a little more.
Let me be, when I am weary, just a little bit more cheery. Think a little more of others and a little less of me.

Let me be a little braver when temptation bids me waver. Let me strive a little harder to be all that I should be.
Let me be a little meeker with a brother that is weaker. Let me think more of my neighbor and a little less of me.

Let me be, when I am weary, just a little bit more cheery. Let me serve a little better those that I am striving for.
Let me be a little meeker with the brother that is weaker. Think a little more of others and a little less of me.

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LET'S GET TOGETHER
Chet Powers

Love's is but the song we sing and fear's the way we die.
You can make the mountains ring or make the angels cry.
Know the dove is on the wing and you need not know why.

Chorus:
C'mon, people. Smile on your brother. Hey, let's get together and love one another right now.

Some may come and some may go and we shall surely pass.
When the one who left us here returns for us at last.
We are just a moment's sunlight, fading on the grass.

(Chorus)

If you hear the song I sing, then you must understand,
You hold the key to love and fear. It's in your tremb'ling hand.
One key unlocks them both, you know, and it's at your command.

(Chorus, repeat 1st verse and chorus)

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LION IN THE WINTER
Hoyt Axton

Like a lion in the winter, I can hear the summer call
Like a ship out on the ocean made of stone,
And sometimes when I get lonely, I could swear I hear you call.
Oh, the nights are cold and you don't keep me warm.

Chorus:
And when I first saw you, I first loved you. Here's the song that I sang to the fire in your eyes,
But somebody told you that it wouldn't be easy and you carry that lie for the devil to see.

Some sail rivers deep and muddy. Some sail rivers clear and cold,
But the river I'm sailing goes to sea,
And sometimes I do grow weary. Sometimes I feel old,
And sometimes I wonder if you think of me.

(Chorus, repeat 1st verse, & chorus)

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LITTLE BOY
Mike Settle

When I was a little boy, my mother said to me, "Watch the new born roses grow. It's a pretty sight to see.
You, my son, shall blossom as the flower below. I will be your raindrops. You will be my rose.

Listen while I tell you of the beauty in the sky. There's a home for angels on the clouds so high.
I must be an angel. In heaven I shall stay. If you ever need me, I'll hear each word you say."

Now her raindrops fall no more. Who will take her place? Will I live to blossom full or wither into space?
Many times I wonder on the clouds above is it my dear mother who showers me with love?

When I was a little boy.

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LITTLE LIGHT
Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

Chorus:
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine. (Repeat twice)
Ev'ry day, ev'ry day, ev'ry day, ev'ry day, gonna let my little light shine.

On Monday, give me the gift of love, On Tuesday, peace came from above,
On Wednesday, told me to watch and pray, on Thursday, told me just a-what to say,
On Friday, sent me down some faith, On Saturday, give me a little more grace,
On Sunday, give me the power divine, just to let my little light shine.

(Chorus)

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LITTLE MAGGIE
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)

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LITTLE PLAY SOLDIERS
Martin Cooper

Two little soldiers, their games are such fun, each with his helmet and little toy gun,
Pretending their lying on some battlefield dead after their tucked away safe in their bed.

Chorus:
Little play soldiers if only you knew what kind of battles are waiting for you.

Quiet, don't disturb all that innocence of youth. Tell them not to lie but never tell them the truth
That men will fall down while little boys grow but little play soldiers are too busy to know.

(Chorus)

Little white crosses and their rows are so long. How will it end if you don't know it's wrong?
Little play soldiers never know why, you love them and kiss them and then send them to die.

(Chorus)

Two little soldiers, their games are such fun, each with his helmet and little toy gun,
Soon they will lie on some battlefield dead 'stead of tucked away safe in their bed.

(Chorus)

All you little soldiers, if only you knew, what kind of battles are waiting for you.

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A LITTLE SOUL IS BORN
John Stewart

In the quiet of the dawn, a little soul is born. Put him in a blanket and see that he is warm,
And hold him very close, just as closely as you can for he'll never, ever be that little soul again.

On a summer morning there's a little boy at play discovering the world that will be his some day.
Watch him very close, just as closely as you can for he'll never, ever be that little boy again.
For he'll never, ever be that little boy again.

On an autumn afternoon, a young man goes to learn how to build the bridges and make the wheels to turn.
And, woman, you will love him, just as often as you can for he'll never, ever be that young man again.
Woman, you will love him, as often as you can for he'll never, ever be that young man again.

On a lonely, midnight winter, an old man goes to sleep, leaving everything he owns for other men to keep.
And the Earth will hold him close, just as closely as it can for he'll never, ever be that old man again.
The Earth will hold him close, as closely as it can for he'll never, ever be that old man again.

Gone, a life of yearning, a heart that's old and worn and in the quiet of the morning, a little soul is born.

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LOCK ALL THE WINDOWS
John Stewart

There was time for the laughter and time for the rain, time for the people who don't know my name.
Time for everything, I know it's true and I know that I should have had more time for you.

Chorus:
So, lock all the windows. Close all the doors and don't let me go out runnin' no more.
Lock all the windows. Close all the doors and don't let me go out runnin' no more.

But there so many places that I've never been. So many faces a-callin' me friend.
L. A. is pretty and New York is cold and Chicago is just an old story I've told.

(Chorus)

But the hands of the clock keep on goin' around and the calendar pages keep fallin' on down.
Come follow me, then, wherever I go and when we'll get home here, I really don't know.
We'll lock all the windows. Close all the doors and we'll go out runnin' just like before. (Repeat)

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THE LONG, BLACK RIFLE
L. Coleman/N. Gimbel

Come closer, my love, and you'll hear my tale. It'll make you cold. It'll turn you pale.
It's a tale of a man's never ending love and the long, black rifle.

Chorus:
He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man
Shot him down with a long, black rifle, shot him down and away he ran.

A prairie man loved a city maid. Was the love he took worth the price he paid,
When a man ends up at the smoky end of a long, black rifle?

(Chorus)

His dyin' words I repeat to you. "You can never kill love when love is true.
It lives when only the rust is left of the long, black rifle.

(Chorus)

Shot him down and away he ran.

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THE LONG BLACK VEIL
Marijohn Wilkin/Danny Dill

Ten years ago on a cold, dark night there was someone killed in the Townhall light.
There were few at the scene but they all agreed that the slayer who ran looked a lot like me.
Nobody knows. Nobody sees. Nobody knows but me.

The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi? If you were somewhere else then you won't have to die."
I spoke not a word though it meant my life for I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife.
She walks these hills in a long black veil. She visits my grave when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows. Nobody sees. Nobody knows but me.

The scaffold was high and eternity near. She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear.
But sometimes at night when the cold wind moans in a long black veil she cries o'er my bones.
She walks these hills in a long black veil. She visits my grave when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows. Nobody sees. Nobody knows but me. Nobody knows but me.

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LONG TIME BLUES
Mason Williams

Sittin' by the window, waitin' for the dawn. Waitin' for a girl a-long time gone.
Long time gone is a lonesome sound. Long time blues is a hard way done.

Walkin' by the river. Walkin' in the rain. Down by the depot waitin' for the train.
Long time gone is the evening train. Long time blues is an achin' pain. Long time blues is an achin' pain.

Listen to the sparrow singin' their song. Listen for a voice a long time gone.
Long time gone is a silent song. Long time blues keep a-comin' on. (Repeat first verse)

Long time blues is a hard way down.

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LONGEST BEER OF THE NIGHT
Carson Parks

This is the longest beer of the night and in the East I think I see some light,
And pretty soon I know the sun will shine and I know a bar that opens promptly at nine…at nine.

I guess two six-packs wasn't enough 'cause right about now the goin' really gets rough
And some early bird is happy callin' his mate and I wish I knew a bar that opened promptly at eight.

Maybe I was just a fool thinkin' I could drown you outa my mind but the longest part of the day is just before nine…before nine.

I can see the dew that's settlin' onto the ground and if I'm not careful your mem'ry's gonna come 'round
And that's the reason I just gotta stay tight, so I'm just nursin' the longest beer of the night.
Yeah, I'm nursin' the longest beer of the night.

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LOOKING FOR THE SUNSHINE
Mickey Newbury

All of my life it's been the same. I found a pot of gold, just a rusty chain.
I dealt a winnin' hand in a losin' game, oh, I'm lookin' for the sunshine, livin' on the rain.

Hello, semi, are you goin' my way, maybe Tucson or sunny L. A.?
Well, I've had some hard times. What can I say? I can't do no cryin' on the shoulder of this road.

Chorus:
All of my life (all of my life) it's been the same (been the same) I found a pot of gold (pot of gold) just a rusty chain (rusty chain)
I dealt a winnin' hand (winnin' hand) in a losin' game, oh, I'm lookin' for the sunshine, livin' on the rain.

Yes, I clearly can remember. She was young, so very tender.
Lyin' by me, close beside me, she was turnin' every inch of me into a burnin' flame.

(Chorus)

Oh, I'm lookin' for the sunshine, livin' on the rain.

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LOVE COMES A TRICKLING DOWN
Jonathan Harris

Chorus:
Seek and ye shall find. Knock and the door shall open. Ask and it shall be given and the love come a-trickling down.

My mother, the Lord has been here. (Repeat twice) and the love come a-trickling down.

(Chorus)

My sister, the Lord has told me. (Repeat twice) and the love come a-trickling down.

(Chorus)

My brother, the Lord has showed me. (Repeat twice) and the love come a-trickling down.

(Chorus)

Yeah, I said seek (Seek and ye shall find.) Then you knock (Knock and the door shall open.)
And you ask (Ask and it shall be given) and the love come a-trickling down.

Yeah, I said love (Love come a-trickling down.) I said love (Love come a trickling down) (Fade out)

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LOVE HAS GONE
A. Clancy

My love has gone. My dreams have passed away. Her funny way, my sunny day are gone

Chorus:
And, yet, I think of her when first we met, when first we loved before my love was gone.

I hear her voice beside me in the night. I see her hand, yet here I stand alone.

(Chorus)

My love has gone and ever, ever will I be a star-crossed lover tossed upon the sea.

(Chorus, twice)

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LOVE'S BEEN GOOD TO ME
Rod McKuen

Chorus:
I have been a rover. I have walked alone. Hiked a hundred highways. Never found a home.
Still and all, I'm happy. The reason is, you see, once in a while, along the way, love's been good to me.

There was a girl in Denver before the summer's storm. Oh, her eyes were tender. Oh, her arms were warm,
And she could smile away the thunder. Kiss away the rain and even though she's gone away, you won't hear me complain.

(Chorus)

There was a girl in Portland before the winter chill. We use to go a-courtin' along October hill,
And she could laugh away the dark clouds. Cry away the snow. It seems like only yesterday as down the road I go.

(Chorus)

Once in a while along the way, love's been good to me.

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LOW BRIDGE
Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

Chorus:
Low bridge, ev'rybody down. Low bridge for we're comin' to the town.
So you'll always know your neighbor and you'll always know your pal
If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal. If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal.

I got a mule and her name is Sal. Well, fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
She's a good old worker and a good old pal. Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal. There's a

(Chorus)

Get up, there, mule, here comes a lock. We'll reach town about six o'clock.
Six o'clock's just an hour away, so make your tracks while we still got day.

(Chorus)

Damn that mule, she shore is lazy. Bound to drive a body crazy.
Looked at me the other day. Said, "I ain't a-goin' till I eat my hay!"

(Chorus)

M

MANGWANI MPULELE
Theodore Bikel

Mangwani mpulele, kinelwa kitula (A Mangwani) Mangwani mpulele, kinelwa kitula
Le haele mule, le haele mula kinelwa kitula (A Mangwani) (Repeat this line)

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MARK TWAIN
Geller/Seligson

My granddad used to tell me, "Boy, when I was just your age, I was a river pilot on a showboat called The Stage.
I'd hobnob with them southern belles and ev'ry roustabout. I'd listen to them paddle wheels and hear the leadsman shout!

Chorus:
Mark Twain, it's two fathoms deep below. Mark Twain, heave the gang plank. Start the show.
Mark Twain, play those banjos as we go down the Mississippi, 'round the Gulf of Mexico.

There were gamblers, crooks and fakers and a minstrel man who'd dance. A singin' gal, Simone Lamour, imported straight from France.
It was a floatin' palace, boy, that showboat called The Stage, and granddad was the king of it when he was just my age."

(Chorus)

The calliope is quiet now. The rudder's thick with rust. The main deck and the paddle wheels are covered high with dust.
But granddad's in his glory, still standin' on the bow. A halo 'round his pilot's cap and I can hear him now.

(Chorus)

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MARY MILD
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford

As it fell out on a cold winter day, the drops of rain did fall.
Our Savior asked leave of his mother, Mary, if He might go play at ball.

"Go up the hill," His mother said, "and there you will find three jolly children.
But let me hear no complaint of You when You come home again."

But the children said, "We are royal sons and we will not play at ball,
For You are but a poor maid's child, born in an oxen stall."

"If you are Lord's and Ladies' sons and you will not play at ball.
I'll build you a bridge of the beams of the sun to play upon us all."

And He built them a bridge of the beams of the sun and over the pools they played, all three,
And the mothers called, "Mary, call home your child," their eyes all drowned in tears.

Mary mild (Mary mild, Mary mild), Mary mild (Mary mild) called home her Child.
And when she asked Him, "Why?" Said He,
"Oh, I built them a bridge of the beams of the sun so they would play at ball with me.
So they would play with me."

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MARY WAS PRETTY
Travis Edmonson

Mary was pretty. Mary was kind. I still can't get Mary off of my mind. Mary's on my mind.
But Nancy was charmin' and had poise and grace. I'll always remember my dear Nancy's face and her warm embrace.
But Barbara was lively, how she use to tease. As light and refreshing as a Spring breeze. Barbara gave me these.
But then there was Joan, she thought me too tame. She just didn't care for playing the game. But I gave Joannie my name.

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THE MERRY MINUET
Sheldon Harnick

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.

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MIDNIGHT SPECIAL
Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

Chorus:
Oh, let the midnight special, shine her light on me. Oh, let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me.

Well, if you ever go to Texas you better walk straight. You better not stop. Hey! You better not wait
For the sheriff will arrest you and your head he'll pound. You'll wake up in the morning; the prison walls all around.

(Chorus)

Well, you wake up in the morning and they take you to the train. You better answer to the captain when he calls your name.
Then your guts are gonna get you and your body's gonna shake but they got you on a big chain, so you can't escape.

(Chorus)

Yonder comes my woman. How in the world do I know? Well, I know her by her wiggle and the dress she wore.
The last time that I was with her, she made me jump and shout. I'm gonna whip that captain. Watch me jump on out!

(Chorus twice)

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MOLLY DEE
John Stewart

I got a gal in Tennessee, sweetest little gal that you ever did see. Works all day in a cotton mill. Makes her gin in a bathtub still.

Chorus:
Here we go, 'round again. Singing a song about Molly Dee. Far away, I know not where she's the girl who waits for me.

My true love's in Memphis town. Pretty little thing names Sally Brown.
Travels around on a riverboat. Shares her room with a billy goat!

(Chorus)

Spending my money, gonna drink it away. I'll start saving on another day.
Wasting my time in the Silver Dollar. Pinch them girls just to hear them hollar.

(Chorus)

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MORE POEMS
Mason Williams

Them Sand Pickers:

How 'bout them sand pickers, ain't they grand? Sittin' on their haunches, pickin' in the sand.
Pickin' in the wet sand. Pickin' in the dry. Pickin' it fiercely. Lookit fly.
Lookit them sand pickers, ain't they slick? Some use their fingers. Some use a stick.
Them seashore sand pickers, ain't they fine? Sittin' in the sand a-pickin' up time.
How to be a sand picker, don't need a ticket. Find a bunch of sand, stoop down and pick it!

Them Dog Kickers:

How 'bout them dog kickers, ain't they crumbs? Kickin' them doggies in their buns.
Kickin' them Afghans. Kickin' them mutts. Kickin' them puppies poor little butts.
Lookit them dog kickers, ain't they cute? Some use a shower shoe. Some use a boot.
Them dadgum dog kickers, ain't they mean? Runnin' kickin' every day that's seen.
How to be a dog kicker, don't need a ticket. Find an old dog. Haul off and kick it!

Them Tummy Gummers:

How 'bout them tummy gummers, ain't they dummies? Havin' they fun of gummen their tummies.
Gummen them haunches out of they mind. Runnin' 'round shoutin', "It's tummy gummen time!"
Lookit them tummy gummers, lurkin' in the yard, waitin' for a jelly belly, catch it off guard.
Them hell-bent tummy gummers, ain't they dummocks? Runnin' through the neighborhood, gummen them stomachs.
How to be a tummy gummer, no way to shut it. Grab an abdomen and rear off and gum it!

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THE MOUNTAINS O'MOURNE
P. French/H. Collisson

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight with people here working by day and by night.
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat but there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street.
At least when I asked them that's what I was told so I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold,
But for all that I found there I might as well be where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I believe that when writing a wish you expressed as to how the fine ladies in London were dressed,
Well, if you'll believe me when asked to a ball, they don't wear no top to their dresses at all.
Oh, I've seen them meself and you could not in truth say that if they were bound for a ball or a bath,
Don't be startin' them fashions, now, Mary McCree, where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea.

There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind, with beautiful shapes nature never designed,
And lovely complexions, all roses and cream but let me remark with regard to the same
That if at those roses you venture to sip, the colors might all come away on your lip,
So, I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me in the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

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M. T. A.
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. Et tu, Charlie?

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MY LORD, WHAT A MORNIN'
John Stewart/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

Chorus:
My Lord, what a mornin'. (Repeat twice)
When the stars begin to fall.

You will hear the sinners wailin'. (Repeat twice)
When the stars begin to fall.

You will see the golden chariot. (Repeat twice)
When it's comin' through the skies.

(Chorus)

I can hear the Christians singing. (Repeat twice)
When the stars begin to fall.

(Chorus)

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MY RAMBLIN' BOY
Tom Paxton

Chorus:
Fare thee well, my ramblin' boy, may all your rambles bring you joy. Yes, (Chorus)

He was a man and a friend always. We rambled 'round in the hard, old days.
He never cared if I had no dough. We rambled 'round in the rain or snow.

(Chorus)

Late one night in a jungle camp, the weather it was cold and damp.
He got the chills and he got them bad. I lost the only friend I had.

(Chorus)

He left me here to ramble on. My ramblin' pal is dead and gone.
If, when we die, we go some where, I'll bet you a dollar he's a-ramblin' there.

(Chorus)

May all your rambles bring you joy. (Repeat)

N

THE NEW FRONTIER
John Stewart

Chorus:
Some to the rivers and some to the sea. Some to the soil that our fathers made free.
Then on to the stars in the heav'ns for to see. This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier.

Let the word go forth from this day on. A new generation has been born.
Born to the task to keep us free, but proud of the rights of the home country.
This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier.

(Chorus)

Let us begin for it shall take long. Let ev'ry man sing out freedom's song.
Not for ourselves that we take this stand. Now it's the world and the freedom of man.
This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier.

The day will come. It's got to be. The day that we may never see.
When man for man and town for town must bring the peace that shall resound.
This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier.

(Chorus)

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NEW YORK GIRLS
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)

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NO ONE TO TALK MY TROUBLES TO
Richard Weissman

Chorus:
No one to talk my troubles to. (Repeat)

I remember when you were lookin' up at me as though I was the only one you'd ever want to see.

(Chorus)

Now I'm getting' older and I think of what I've done. It hurts to think of good times, so I'll dream of days to come.

(Chorus)

Somewhere, I know, there's a girl I'd like to see. She may not be all I'd like her to be.
Someone to talk my troubles to. Someone to talk my troubles to.

Sometimes, I don't know what to say. Sometimes I don't know what to do.
Someone to talk my troubles to. Someone to talk my troubles to.

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NORWEGIAN WOOD
John Lennon/Paul McCartney

I once had a girl or should I say she once had me. She showed me her room. Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere. So, I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine. We talked until two, and then she said, "It's time for bed."
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh. I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath.
Then when I awoke, I was alone. This bird had flown. So, I lit a fire. Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?

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NOTHING MORE TO LOOK FORWARD TO
Richard Adler

Chorus:
Nothing more to look forward to. Why were you so sweet? Nothing more to be living for. No longer can we meet, can we meet.

Never again to lie so close I can see myself in her eyes. Never again to kiss good night and the sun starting to rise.

(Chorus)

Never again to lie so still you can hear the roots of the trees. Never again to lie so still with the girl whose man I should be.

(Chorus)

No longer can we meet, can we meet. (Repeat)