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WALKIN' THIS ROAD TO MY TOWN
Al Schackman
Chorus:
Walkin' on this road to my town. Walkin' on this road to home.
Travelin' through these hills and valleys. Travelin' and I'm all alone.
Gonna see my momma. Gonna see my pa. I been a long time movin'. I get to wonderin' how they are.
(Chorus)
Gonna see the parson. That's if I can find him in. I bet he's down there fishin'. Fishin' with my brother
Jim.
(Chorus)
And if I never get there, tell you what I'm goin' to do. Gonna write 'em letter. Tell 'em I'll be singing
you.
(Chorus)
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THE WANDERER
Irving Burgess
It's only been a year or so but it seems so long ago, I packed up my bags and left my home.
Been from Fresno to Maine, even worked a boat in Spain. I ain't ever had a bed to call my own.
Chorus:
'Round this time of day I gets to feelin' low and I wonder who's my baby's latest beau.
I have gambled and lost. I've been cussed by my boss. Some city gal just took me for a ride.
Hope some day I'll get back to my little old country shack. Settle down with my baby at my side.
(Chorus)
Someday soon, you hear, gonna save up my fare or maybe I'll just have to ride the rail.
If that mornin' train is right, I'll be home before that night and I hope no one will have to go my bail.
(Chorus)
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THE WAY OLD FRIENDS DO
Bjoern Uluaeus/Benny Anderssen
You and I can share the silence, finding comfort together the way old friends do.
After fights and words of violence we make up with each other the way old friends do.
Times of joy and times of sorrow we will always see it through. (Ooh)
I don't care what comes tomorrow we can face it together the way old friends do.
You and I can share the silence, finding comfort together the way old friends do.
And after fights and words of violence we make up with each other the way old friends do.
Times of joy and times of sorrow we will always see it through. (Ooh)
I don't care what comes tomorrow we can face it together the way old friends do.
We can face it together the way old friends do.
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WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS
Paul Campbell
Once in a year it is not thought amiss to visit our neighbors and sing out like this:
Chorus:
We wish you a merry Christmas. (Repeat twice)
And a happy new year.
We want some figgy pudding. (Repeat twice)
And a cup of good cheer.
We won't go until we get some. (Repeat twice)
So bring it out here.
Of friendship and love, good neighbors abound and peace and good will the whole year around.
Why can't we have Christmas the whole year around? (Repeat this line then the chorus, twice)
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WEEPING WILLOW
Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart
Chorus:
Bury me beneath the willow, 'neath the weeping willow tree. When she hears that I am sleeping, maybe then, she'll
think of me.
My heart is sad and I am lonely. Dreaming of the one that I love.
When will I see her? I know not when, not unless it's up in heaven above.
(Chorus)
She told me that she really loved me. How could I believe her untrue
When all the angels seemed to whisper she will prove untrue to you?
(Chorus)
Maybe then she'll think of me. Ooooo.
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WHEN I WAS YOUNG
Jane Bowers/Dave Guard
When I was young and dreams were new, I loved a girl who looked like you.
I saw her face in mountains stream. I lingered there and lost myself in dreams.
But we were young and tossed away our precious love along the way.
We parted strangers, thoughtless and free and set our hearts to wandering aimlessly.
But looking back, somehow I see how seldom love has come to me.
And I confess that now and then I think of her remembering when
If I were young and dreams were new, I love a girl who looked like you.
I'd hold her close if she'd agree to love perhaps a boy who looked like me.
Oooooo---
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WHEN MY LOVE WAS HERE
John Stewart
I thought I'd spend a week or two where we went last year. The little cottage and the lake that we held so
dear.
But the trees all seemed much greener, much greener than this year. Thinkin' about last summer when my love was
here.
And the stars all lost their glitter. They were so full of cheer. Thinkin' about last summer when my love was here.
Even the old caretaker who brought us from the train says this year just hasn't, it hasn't been the same.
And the winds across the meadow seem to hide a tear. Thinkin' about last summer when my love was here.
(Hum line about caretaker)…it hasn't been the same. (Repeat last line)
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WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN
Paul Campbell
Hey! We are following the footsteps of those who've gone before and we'll all be reunited on that new and
sunlit shore.
Chorus:
Oh, when the saints go marching in, (Repeat) oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching
in.
And when the sun refuse to shine, (Repeat) oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the sun refuse to shine.
Oh, when the trumpet sound its call, (Repeat) oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the trumpet sounds
that call.
Oh, when the new world is revealed, (Repeat) oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the new world is
revealed.
(Chorus)
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WHEN YOU'VE BEEN AWAY FOR A LONG TIME
John Stewart
When you've been away from the color of the sky, when you've been away for a long time
You will see it true. It's a different shade of blue when you've been away for a long time.
When you've been away from the music in your heart, when you've been away for a long time.
The songs come back again like an old familiar friend when you've been away for a long time.
I can hear. I can see. I can feel. I am free and I've been away for a long time.
When you've been away from the loving in your soul, when you've been away for a long time.
I hear it's like a rain that washes all your pain when you've been away for a long time.
When you've been away from someone you once knew, when you've been away for a long time.
If you find it true that someone was just you, then you've been away for a long time.
I can hear. I can see. I can feel. I am free
And I've been away, I've been away, I've been away for a long time.
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WHERE ARE YOU GOING LITTLE BOY?
John Stewart
Where are you going with the rain? Little boy, I wish that you'd explain.
I'm gonna take my friend, the rain, where he won't hear anyone complain.
He won't have to hear those straight faced liars or bad mouth talkers or mean back biters.
That's where I'm going with the rain.
Where are you going with the wind? There's no place I know that she ain't been.
I'm gonna take my friend, the wind, so she can blow where the stars begin.
She won't have to hear those straight faced liars or bad mouth talkers or mean back biters.
That's where I'm going with the wind.
Where are you going with my heart? Little boy, I guess I'm not so smart.
I'm gonna take my friend, your heart, to keep the world from breaking it apart.
You won't have to hear those straight faced liars or bad mouth talkers or mean back biters.
That's where I'm going with your heart.
That's where I'm going with the wind. That's where I'm going with the rain.
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WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE?
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? Young girls picked them, ev'ry one. When will they ever learn? When will they
ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone? Long time passing. Where have all the young girls gone? Long time ago.
Where have all the young girls gone? Gone to young men ev'ry 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 to soldiers ev'ry 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, ev'ry one. When will they ever learn? When will they ever
learn?
Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time passing. Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time ago.
Where have all the graveyards gone? Gone to flowers, ev'ry one. When will they ever learn? When will they ever
learn?
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THE WHISTLING GYPSY
Leo Maguire
The gypsy rover came over the hill. Down through the valley so shady.
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang and he won the heart of a lady.
Chorus:
Ah dee du, ah dee du da day. Ah dee du, ah dee day dee.
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang and he won the heart of a lady.
She left her father's castle gate. Left her own fond lover.
Left her servants and her estate to follow the gypsy rover.
(Chorus)
Her father saddled his fastest steed. Searched these valleys all over.
Seeking his daughter at great speed and the whistlin' gypsy rover.
(Chorus)
At last he came to a castle gate along the river Claydee,
And there was music and there was wine for the gypsy and his lady
(Chorus)
"He is no gypsy, my father," she said. "But lord of these lands all over.
And I will stay till my dying day with the whistlin' gypsy rover.
Ah dee du, ah dee du da day. Ah dee du, ah dee day dee.
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang, till the green woods rang, till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
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THE WHITE SNOWS OF WINTER
Bob Shane/Tom Drake
The white snows of winter fall into the quiet town.
The town lies asleeping. Asleeping beneath the down.
It soon will be Christmas. Bells will be ringing. Bring us another round.
But here in the white of a cold winter night, my love cannot be found.
'Twas only October, we danced the fire out.
I called as I left her, "Away from here I'm bound."
I've been to the sea and back to the land and many's the hill I've crowned,
And here in the white of a cold winter night, my love cannot be found.
And now in the winter I've come to find her here.
My love lies a sleeping. I know that she is near.
It soon will be Christmas. Bells will be ringing. Blessings are all around,
For here in the white of a warm winter's night, my love at last I've found
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WHO'S GONNA HOLD HER HAND
Bob Shane/Tom Drake
Chorus:
Who's gonna hold her hand? Who's gonna hold her hand? Who's gonna be her man tonight? Who's gonna hold her hand?
I watched that big white boat go down, sailing to the sea and ev'ry time that wheel went around, she was
farther away from me.
She sailed away to another town. I'll never understand.
She walked the streets in a yellow gown, singing, "Who's gonna be my man?"
(Chorus)
I used to walk by the riverside, lonesome as I could be. Hoping the boat would come sailing in. Bringing
her back to me.
Sometimes I think my world will end and I'll have no place to hide
To cry the tears she left with me and the lonely feeling inside.
(Chorus)
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WILL YOU LOVE ME IF I DON'T DO COKE?
Harold Payne
Will you still love me if I don't do coke? Will you be my friend if I don't smoke?
I can't help it if it makes me choke. Will you love me if I don't do coke?
I know it's hip to snort a line or two. It makes you feel good when you get through.
There's nothing else I wouldn't do for you. Remember, that means there's more left for you.
Chorus:
Well, I've seen red freaks and head freaks of every description.
Some are pros who grow their own and some use a perscription.
They rationalize when everyone lies for saying its hip
Just start your smoke and snort enough for a four day trip.
So, if you want some amyl nitrate or smoke some hash or wrap it up and save it for your private stash
Or sell it to your friends for some spending cash or use it in your car for gas.
(Interlude, then chorus)
Well, you can go and blow your pay check up your nose. Sit around and wonder where your money goes.
And talk your neighbors ears off 'til the roster crows and wonder why everyone is moving so slow.
(Repeat 1st verse)
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THE WINES OF MADEIRA
J. Christie
I've tasted the wines of France and I've tasted the wines of Spain and though many a wine is the same,
There are none like the wines of Madeira.
I've courted the girls of France and I've courted the girls of Spain and though most pretty girls are the same,
There are none like the girls of Madeira.
Oh, the girls who tend the vineyards in the provinces of France are the gayest girls for courting and they
love to sing and dance,
And they're happy in their vineyards and they smile upon romance and indeed, I would defend for you, the provinces
of France,
But there's not a vineyard anywhere that can compare with what I know. Why? I'll tell you why or better yet, come
and we'll go.
Oh, the girls who tend the vineyards in the provinces of Spain, they are spirited and fiery whether beautiful
or plain,
They are splendid in their vineyards in their languorous refrain and indeed, I would defend for you the provinces
of Spain.
But there's not a vineyard anywhere that can compare with what I know. Why? I'll tell you why or better yet, come
and we'll go.
You boast of the wines in France and you boast of the wines in Spain but your boast makes it very plain,
That you not had the wines of Madeira.
You boast of the girls in France and you boast of the girls in Spain but your boast makes it very plain,
That you've not seen the girls of Madeira.
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WITH HER HEAD TUCKED UNDERNEATH HER ARM
Weston/Lee/Weston
In the tower of London, large as life, the ghost of Anne Bolyn walks they declare.
Poor Anne Bolyn was once King Henry's wife until he made the headsman bob her hair.
Ah, yes, he did her wrong long years ago and she comes up at night to tell him so,
Chorus:
With her head tucked underneath her arm she walks the bloody tower,
With her head tucked underneath her arm at the midnight hour.
She comes to haunt King Henry. She means giving him what for. Gadzooks, she's going to tell him off. She's
feeling very sore,
And just in case the headsman wants to give her an encore, she's has her head tucked underneath her arm.
(Chorus)
The sentries think that it's a football that she carries in and when they had a few they shout, "Is
Army going to win?"
They that it's Red Grange instead of poor old Ann Bolyn with her head tucked underneath her arm.
Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread for all his pals and gals and ghostly crew.
The headsman craves the joint and cuts the bread then in comes Anne Bolyn to queer the do.
She holds her head up with a wild war whoop and Henry cries, "Don't drop it in the soup!"
(Chorus)
One night she caught King Henry, he was in the canteen bar. Said he, "Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Bolyn,
or Katherine Parr?
How the sweet san perryann do I know who you are with your head tucked underneath your arm?"
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WITH YOU, MY JOHNNY
Dave Guard/Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane
Oh, do you know my Johnny, he is down in yonder lea? He's sneakin' 'round and creepin' and he's, aye, watchin'
me.
He's pullin' and he's teasin' but his meanin's not so bad. If it's ever going to be, tell me now, Johnny lad.
Tell me now, my Johnny laddie, tell me now, my Johnny lad. If it's ever going to be, tell me now Johnny lad.
When the sheep are in the fold and the cows are in the byre and other lads and lasses sittin' 'round a-roarin'
fire.
There's me, a silly lassie, just as like as if I's mad, through the nooks and barley stooks, teasin' you, Johnny
lad.
Teasin' you, my Johnny laddie, teasin' you, my Johnny lad. Through the nooks and barley stooks, teasin' you, Johnny
lad.
Oh, Johnny's blythe and bonnie. He's the pride o' yonder lea and I love him best of any though he's, aye,
teasin' me.
Though he teases me and squeezes me and tickles me like mad. None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny
lad.
And it's you, my Johnny laddie, aye, it's you, my Johnny lad. None comes near me that can cheer me like my own
Johnny lad.
Oh, my Johnny's not a gentleman nor yet is he a laird but I would follow Johnny lad, although he was a card.
Oh, Johnny is a bonnie lad. He was once a lad of mine and I've never had a better lad though I've had twenty-nine.
And with you, my Johnny laddie, and with you, my Johnny lad, oh, I'll dance the buckles of my shoes with you, Johnny
lad.
And with you, my Johnny laddie, and with you, my Johnny lad, oh, I'll dance the buckles of my shoes with you, Johnny
lad.
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THE WORK SONG
John Stevens
I don't like to work but I got to. When my friends ask for advice, I tell them not to.
I'm gonna move way down South where it's too hot to, 'cause I don't like to work.
Chorus:
It's not just because I'm lazy. It's not just because I'm crazy.
The reason from the bottom of my heart, I don't like it 'cause I'm too damn smart.
Well, you can work 'till you're too old. You don't have to. That's the kind of logic I just give a laugh
to.
When they find out doing nothing is a craft, too, then I'll go back to work. (Oh, yeah!) (Chorus)
Well, you can work 'till you're too old. You don't have to. That's the kind of logic I just give a laugh
to.
When they find out doing nothing is a craft, too, then I'll go back to work. (Come on, let's get started!)
I'll go back to work. (Oh, yeah!)
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WORLD I USED TO KNOW
Rod McKuen
Some day some old familiar rain will come along and know my name.
And then my shelter will be gone and I'll have to move along.
But 'till I do I'll stay awhile and track the hidden country of your smile.
Some day the man I use to be will come along and call on me.
And then because I'm just a man, you'll find my feet are made of sand.
But 'till that time I'll tell you lies and charter hidden bound'ries of your eyes.
Some day the world I use to know will come along and bid me go.
Then I'll be leaving you behind for love is just a state of mind.
But 'till that day I'll be your man and love away your troubles if I can.
And 'till that day I'll be your man and love away your troubles if I can.
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THE WORLD NEEDS A MELODY
J. Slate/L. Hinley/H. Delaughter
The world needs a tune that it can hum. (Hum) The world needs a guitar it can strum. (Hum)
The world needs a melody it can sing, sing, sing, sing. Yeah, let's all sing together.
In the sweet (in the sweet) by and by (and by) we shall meet on that beautiful shore--together.
The world needs a bell that it can chime. (Hum) The world needs a drum to keep the time. (Hum)
The world needs a melody it can sing, sing, sing, sing. Yeah, let's all sing together.
We'll (fly away) fly away, old glory, we'll (fly away) fly away (in the morning)--together.
The world needs a reason to clap its hand. (Hum) The world needs a leader for the band. (Hum)
The world needs a melody it can sing, sing, sing, sing. Yeah, let's all sing together.
Give me that old time religion, (repeat twice)
It's good enough for me.
It was good for Paul and Silas, (repeat twice)
It's good enough for me. (Hum)
In the sweet (we'll fly away) (give me that old time religion) [Repeat]
Gimme that old time religion (repeat twice)
It's good enough for me.
It was good. (It was good.) It was good. (It was good.)
It was good for Paul and Silas, it's good enough for me. (Hum)
In the sweet (we'll fly away) (give me that old time religion)
Together (together) (together).
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THE WORLD'S LAST AUTHENTIC PLAYBOYS
David Wheat/Bill Loughborough
With Ruby and Ollie soon over the hill, for marrying Tommy there still is no pill.
We're the world's last authentic playboys, just three fun-loving ne'er-do-wells.
Our whole attitude says life's a gay toy to be played with and raced through pell mell.
Acapulco each winter for fishing, then summer to Bar Harbor, Maine.
If the cycle gets boringly vicious, we shall try Monte Carlo again.
We're the world's last authentic playboys. We were born thirty years too late.
Though we're blessed with savoir-faire and rare boys, both these virtues are useless at fate.
I fought bulls at a Plaza de Toros. Chased gorillas around in the trees.
Such adventures now make me feel morose and blasé as a playboy can be.
We're the world's last authentic playboys, just a trio of rogues on the loose.
We pursue life while searching for new joys, just ahead of the shoot gun and noose.
When they find the abominable snowman, running nude through the snow four miles high
They'll say, "Are you an ape?" I'll say, "No, man. I just thought I'd give this roll a try."
We're the world's last authentic playboys, just three lunatics still at large.
If you're female and we think you're pretty, you're in luck, it's all free. There's no charge.
'Til taxes get lower, we're all that are left; three authentic playboys too lazy for theft.
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A WORRIED MAN
Dave Guard/Tom Glazer
Chorus:
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. (Repeat twice)
I'm worried now but I won't be worried long.
Got myself a Cadillac, thirty dollars down. Got myself a brand new house five miles out of town.
Got myself a gal named Sue, treats me really fine. Yes, she's my baby and I love her all the time.
(Chorus)
I've been away on a business trip, travelin' all around. I've got a gal and her name is Sue, prettiest gal
in town.
She sets my mind to worryin' every time I'm gone. I'll be home tonight so I won't be worried long!
(Chorus)
Well, Bobby's in the living room, holding hands with Sue. Nickie's at that big front door, 'bout to come
on through.
Well, I'm here in the closet. Oh, Lord, what shall I do? We're worried now but we won't be worried long.
(Chorus)
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YES I CAN FEEL IT
Mason Williams
Sweet is the kiss on the lips of the lover. Warm as the breath of the wind in the summer.
Bitter is the taste of good-bye on the 'morrow. So must it be, both of joy and of sorrow.
Chorus:
Yes, I can feel it like the wind in the summer. Yes, I can feel it every time I am with her.
Yes, I can feel it like good byes on the 'morrow. Yes, I can feel it both of joy and of sorrow.
Gentle is the touch of the hand of the lover. Soft as the voice of the heart speaking to her.
Heavy is the time to endure without her. So must it be, both together and asunder.
Yes, I can feel it, my heart speaking to her. Yes, I can feel it every time I am near her.
Yes, I can feel it like the weight of forever. Yes, I can feel it both together and asunder.
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YOU DON'T KNOCK
Dave Guard
You don't knock. (You don't knock.)You just walk on in. The door (the door) into heaven's inn.
There's love (there's love) and joy for you to share (to share) the whole day through.
I know (I know) my friends are there to rest (to rest) in the heaven's nest.
You don't knock, ring, punch a hole. The door's wide open a-waitin' for your soul. You don't knock just walk on
in.
I've walked life's winding road (Oh, yeah!) 'cause I'm tryin' to bear the load (Oh, yeah!)
And I traveled both night and day. (Oh, yeah!) So glad the is through. (Oh, yeah!)
Well, Jesus, my light and guide, (Oh, yeah!) oh, He's ever by my side. (Oh, yeah!)
So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin', into heaven with pride.
I'll have no need to fear. (Oh, yeah!) Well, He is ever near. (Oh, yeah!)
He'll know my work was true. (Oh, yeah!) So glad the day is through. (Yeah!)
It wasn't for me to say. (Oh, yeah!) I didn't think I'd make my way. (Oh, yeah!)'
So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin', to heaven with pride.
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YOUNG RODDY McCORLEY
Pat Clancy
Oh, see the fleet foot hosts of men who speed with faces wan
From farm stead and from thresher's cot along the banks of Ban.
They come with vengeance in their eyes, too late, too late are they,
For young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!
Up the narrow street he stepped, smiling and proud and young.
About the hemp rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung.
There's never a tear in his blue eyes, both glad and bright are they,
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!
When he last stepped up that street his shining pike in hand
Behind him marched in grim array a stalwart earnest band.
For Antrim Town! For Antrim Town! He led them to the fray,
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!
There's never a one of all who die more bravely fell in fray
Than he who marches to his fate on the Bridge of Toome today.
True to the last, true to the last, he treads the upward way
And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!
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YOU'RE GONNA MISS ME
Mike Seeger/Tom Paley/John Cohen/Dave Guard
Frankie and Johnnie were sweet hearts. They had a quarrel one day. Johnny vowed he would leave her.
He said he was going away. Never coming home. Goin' away to roam.
"My love, Johnny, please stay. Now, oh, my honey, I've done you wrong but please don't go away."
Then Johnny sighed while Frankie cried.
Chorus:
"Oh, I'm a-going away. I'm a-goin' to stay. Never coming home. You're gonna miss me ,honey, in the days to
come
When the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered up
And when you think of the way, you're gonna wish me back, your lovin' man,
You're gonna miss me, honey, in the day they say's to come."
Frankie done said to her Johnny, "Now man your hour done come." "Cause from behind her kimono
she drew her forty-four gun.
"These love affairs are hard to bear!"
Johnny, he fled down the stairway. "My love, Frankie, don't shoot!" Frankie done aimed the forty-four
While the town went rooty-toot-toot. As Johnny fell, then Frankie yelled,
(Chorus)
"Send for your rubber tired hearses. Send for your rubber tired hacks. Carry old Johnny to the graveyard,
I've shot him in the back
With a great big gun as the preacher begun.
Send for some policeman to take me right away. Lock me down in the dungeon cell and throw the key away.
My Johnny's dead because he said.
(Chorus)
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ZOMBIE JAMBOREE
Conrad Eugene Mauge, Jr.
Chorus:
Well, now, back to back, belly to belly, well, I don't give a damn 'cause I done that already, back to back
Belly to belly at the zombie jamboree.(Repeat) (Now hear the chorus) (You can feel that) (Oh, what a good game)(You're
all alone, you know)
Zombie jamboree took place in a New York cemetery (Where?) Zombie jamboree took place in Long Island cemetery.
Zombies from all parts of the island. (Where?) Some of them are great calypsonians. (Some.)
Since the season was carnival they got together in bacchanal. Oh, what ya' doin'?
(Chorus)
One female zombie wouldn't behave. She say she want me for a slave.
In the one hand she's holding a quart of wine, in the other she's pointing that she'll be mine.
Well, believe me folks, I had to run. (Why?) A husband of a zombie ain't no fun! (Don't knock it!)
I says, "Oh, no, my turtle dove, that old bag of bones I cannot love." Oh, what you doin'?
(Chorus)
Right then and there she raise her feet. "I'm a-going to catch you now, my sweet.
I'm gonna make you call me 'Sweetie Pie'." I says "Oh, no, get back, you lie!"
"I may be lyin' but you will see (What?) After you kiss this dead zombie." (Blah!)
Well, I never seen such a horror in my life. Can you imagine me with a zombie wife? (Yes!)
(Chorus)
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