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OH, CINDY
Dave Guard/Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/Frank Werber

One, two, three, four….
I wish I was an apple, a-hangin' on a tree and every time my Cindy passed, she'd take a bite of me.

Chorus:
Get along, home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home. Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you some time.

Cindy got religion. She had it once before but when she heard my ole banjo, she's the first one on the floor.

(Chorus)

She told me that she loved me. She called me "sugar plum." She throwed her arms around me. I thought my time had come!

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home. Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you some time. Get along home.

Wished I had a dollar. Wished I had a dime. I'd buy a jar of cider and stay happy all the time.

(Chorus)

The last time I saw Cindy she had a funny look. She opened her mouth and then she said, "Ya'll sign my autograph book?"

(Chorus twice)

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OH JOE HANNAH
John Stewart

Chorus:
Oh Joe Hannah, don't you work so long. (Repeat twice)
Don't you know the river is wide? Don't you know the mountain is high? (Last time - Oh Joe Hannah!)

Thirteen years I've been workin' on the river. Thirteen years since you've been gone.
Thirteen years and you'd better go home. Don't you know the river is wide? Don't you know the mountain is high? Oh!

(Chorus)

Thirteen years I've been workin' on the river. Thirteen years that ain't so long.
Thirteen years and you'd better go home. Don't you know the river is wide? Don't you know the mountain is high? Oh!

(Chorus)

Thirteen years I've been workin' on the river. Thirteen years I've been alone.
Thirteen years and you'd better go home. Don't you know the river is wide? Don't you know the mountain is high? Oh!

(Chorus)

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O KEN KARANGA
Massie Patterson/Lionel Belasco

O ken karanga, O ken karanga karanga, yea, yea, O ba ri bo, O ken karanga re.(Repeat)

O ken ka ri O ba ri bo, Hoh yeh (hoh yeh) Hoh yah (hoh yah) (Repeat)

Ee ba re ba ri be ma. Ee ba re ba ri be ma. Ee ba re ba ri be ma, yang gah!

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OH, MISS MARY
John Phillips/John Stewart

Chorus:
Oh, Miss Mary, where are you wanderin'? (Repeat twice)
Three days and Mary's comin' home.

When Mary was a young girl she took to wanderin'. Never would she leave me and not come back again.
Swear I hear her singing, singing in the western wind. Three days and Mary's comin' home.

(Chorus)

Mary chased a rainbow over the mountains. Crossed so many rivers, Lord, that I can't count them.
She wouldn't want the rainbows even if she found them. Three days and Mary's comin' home.

(Chorus)

Watchin' for my Mary, wish she was home again. Home from the rivers, Lord, home from the mountains.
If I turn my back, say, she'd just be gone again. Three days and Mary's comin' home.

(Chorus)

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OH, SAIL AWAY
John Phillips

Chorus:
Just a-singin', (Once again now,) (Just a-singin',) (A-singin',) Ooo, sail away. Ooo, sail away.

A man would be a fool to spend all his money and have to go to sea once more.
But when those brown skin gals start callin' you honey, you'll be a sailin' from that shore.

Chorus

When we hit Trinidad, was there I met Marni. Don't you know we started drinkin' rum.
But now I feel so bad. She took all my money and now I sail with the mornin' sun.

So all ye sailor lads who want to go sportin', mark ye well what I do say.
Don't trust them brown skin gals. They'll be your misfortune. You'll be at sea till your dyin' day.

Chorus

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OH, YES, OH
Dave Guard/Gretchen Guard

I met a nice old man today, oh, yes, oh, and he sure had a lot to say, a good long time ago.
I've led a soldier's occupation, oh, yes, oh, in every part of this big nation, a good long time ago.
I've seen the world and roamed its placed, oh, yes, oh. I guess I've been in a million places, a good long time ago.
But there are times when soldiering gets lonely, you long for friendly company.
So when you find an unfamiliar city, here's advice that always worked for me.

When your train gets into town, oh, yes, oh, just make a bee line to the pound, a good long time ago.
Don't just wander helter-skelter, oh, yes, oh, seek the nearest animal shelter, a good long time ago.
You soon will find the truest of companions. A little dog can melt a heart of stone.
Just when you think you're up a dreary canyon, a puppy's love can bring you close to home.

Find a store and buy some twine, oh, yes, oh. Now tie the doggie to the line, a good long time ago.
Thus prepared for any weather, oh, yes, oh. Dog and man will stand together, a good long time ago.
For mothers warn their daughters of the dangers of soldiers in their quest for girls.
Never, never speak to strangers unless their from the canine world.

A sweet young maid in passing by, oh, yes, oh, saw my smile but made no reply, a good long time ago.
The puppy fixed his gaze upon her, oh, yes, oh, two steps more and she was a goner, a good long time ago.
The sands of time have swept away the heart aches, the tears, the parting, and the pain.
The pup I gave her for a keep sake will always remind me of what's her name (what's her name?)

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OLD JOE CLARK
Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

Chorus:
Fare thee well, old Joe Clark. Good-bye, Mitzi Brown. Fare thee well, old Joe Clark. I'm gonna leave this town. (Repeat last time)

Old Joe Clark used to clean the bar. Liquor was his pay. Never saved a golden eagle. Drank it all away.

(Chorus)

I don't want your old time religion or what you got to say (say) but pass me down that barley jug and I'll be on my way. A singin'

(Chorus)

Old Joe Clark walked downtown backwards. People asked him, "Why?"
I come back for one more drink while wavin' you good-bye!"

(Chorus)

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OLD KENTUCKY LAND (Thanks to Dieter Folger for German and English translations)
K. Ogermann/J. Nicolas

Old Kentucky Land, bist meine Heimat.
Muss dich wiedersehn, einmal wiedersehn.
Old Kentucky Land, bist meine Heimat.
Dich und Rosemarie vergisst ein Cowboy nie.

Wenn die Wolken heimwaerts ziehn bin ich bei ihnen.
Wo die Rosen einsam bluehn bin ich zu Haus.

Old Kentucky Land, bist meine Heimat.
Muss dich wiedersehn, einmal wiedersehn.
Old Kentucky Land, bist meine Heimat.
Dich und Rosemarie vergisst ein Cowboy nie.

OLD KENTUCKY LAND - ENGLISH TRANSLATION: (can't be better than the original)

Old Kentucky land, you are my homeland.
Must see you again, one day see you again.
Old Kentucky land, you are my homeland.
You and Rosemarie I cowboy cannot forget.

When the clouds are drifting home I am with them.
Where the roses blossom lonely I am at home.

Old Kentucky land, you are .... (like above)

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OLEANNA
H. Geller/M. Seligson

Chorus:
Ole, oleanna. Ole, oleanna. Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oleanna.

Climbing up the Matterhorn, all alone as I could be, I reached the top, I forced a stop and heard this mystic melody.

(Chorus)

On an island in the ocean, not a human soul around, as I searched for bread and water, once again I heard this sound.

(Chorus)

My plane had all its motors gone. The wings would never keep me up.
I heard a voice that seemed to say, "Now, let's take it from the top.

(Chorus)

I was tramping through the Congo when the Mau Mau tribe appeared
And their native chant was haunting, just the sound that I had feared.

(Chorus)

While rocketing into space, I found myself upon the moon. An ectoplasm greeting me with, "Have you heard the latest tune?"

(Chorus)

My ship was sinking in the water, so I sent an S.O.S. and I waited for an answer, you don't even have to guess.
Came a voice so calm and cheerful, just as cheerful as can be, said, "According to our survey, now the song is number three!"

(Chorus twice)

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ONE MORE ROUND
Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

Chorus:
Delia's gone, one more round. (Repeat twice)
Dellia's gone.

Woke up this mornin'. Looked out 'cross the room. Delia, oh Delia, why did you leave me so soon?

(Chorus)

Police was a-knockin', knockin' at my door. He said, "Son, I got to tell you, you ain't gonna see your Delia no more."

(Chorus)

Delia in the wagon headin' for marble town. So all of those who loved her, sing it one more round.

(Chorus)

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ONE MORE TOWN
John Stewart

Chorus:
If there's one more town, I'll be goin'. Fight for the winnin' and I'll be there.
If there's one more song, I'll be singin'. I'm always goin' but I don't know where.

I spent seventeen in West Virginia. Eight more years just for runnin' free.
But the girls back home in their blue gingham dresses only heard one thing from me.

(Chorus)

Went down to New Orleans last summer on a flat boat workin' my way.
There were well-mannered ladies and street that were shady, but for me, I never could stay.

(Chorus)

Sailed up to New York on a schooner, but I won't be stayin' there long.
There were bright city lights and girls in pink tights but their faces were all painted on.

(Chorus)

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ONE TOO MANY MORNINGS
Bob Dylan

Down the street the dogs are barking and the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, all the dogs lose their bark,
And the silent night is shattered by the sound inside my mind.

Chorus:
I am one too many mornings. One too many mornings. One too many mornings and a thousand miles behind.

From the cross roads of my door step, my eyes, they start to fade
As I turn my head back to the room where my love and I have lain.
As I gaze out to the street, to the sidewalk and the signs

(Chorus)

There's a restless, hungry feeling that don't mean no one no good. Everything I'm saying, you can say it just as good.
You are right from your side and I am right from mine.
We're both just one too many mornings. (Talk about) one too many mornings.
One too many mornings and a thousand miles behind.

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O WILLOW WALY
George Auric/Paul Dehn

We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow.
But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree.

Singing "Oh willow waly" by the tree that weeps with me.
Singing "Oh willow waly" till my lover return to me.

We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow.
A broken heart have I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die.

P

PARCHMENT FARM BLUES

Sittin' down here on a Parchment Farm, uh huh. (Repeat)
Sittin' down here on a Parchment Farm, I ain't never done nobody no harm.

Bet your life I'm going to jail, uh huh. (Repeat)
You can bet your life I'm going to jail, judge bought a Cadillac with my bail.

Loadin' that cotton in a hundred pound sack, uh huh. (Repeat)
Loadin' that cotton in a hundred pound sack, got a twelve gauge shot gun at my back.

I be in jail for the rest of my life, uh huh. (Repeat)
You know that I be in jail for the rest of my life, all I ever did was to shot my wife, uh huh.

Sittin' down here on a Parchment Farm, uh huh. Uh huh. I ain't never done nobody no harm.
Uh huh. Uh huh. Bet your life I'm going to jail.
Uh huh. Uh huh. Sittin' down here on a Parchment Farm.

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PASTURES OF PLENTY
Woody Guthrie

It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have hoed. My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road.
Out of your dust bowls and westward we rode. Your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold.
I've wandered all over this green growing land. Wherever your crops were, I've lent you my hands.
On the edge of your city you'll see me and then, I come with the dust and I go with the wind.

California, Arizona, I've worked all your crops. Then it's North up to Oregon to gather your hops.
Dig the beets from your ground. Cut the grapes from your vines to set on your table that light sparkling wine.

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground from the Grand Coulee dam where the waters run down
Every state in the Union this migrant has been. I come with the dust and I go with the wind.
It's always we ramble that river and I all along your green valley, I'll work 'til I die.
And I'll travel this road until death sets me free for my pastures of plenty must always be green.

I come with the dust and I go with the wind.

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THE PATRIOT GAME
Billy Behen

Come all you young rebels and list while we sing for the love of one's country is a terrible thing.
It banishes fear with the speed of a flame and it makes us all part of the patriot game.

My name is O'Hannon and I've just gone sixteen. My home is in Monaghan where I was weaned.
I've learned all my life cruel England's to blame and so I'm a part of the patriot game.

It's barely two years since they wandered away and it was with the local battalion of the bold IRA
For they'd read of our heroes and they wanted the same to play their own part in the patriot game.

This Ireland of ours has for long been half-free. Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny.
So, we gave up our boyhood to drill and to train and play our own part in the patriot game.

And now as I lie here, my body all holes, I think of those traitors who bargained in souls.
I wish that my rifle had given the same to those Quislings who sold out the patriot game.

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PAY ME MY MONEY DOWN
Dave Guard

Well, I thought I heard a captain say, "Pay me my money down. Tomorrow is my sailing day, pay me my money down."

Chorus:
Oh, pay me. Pay me. Pay me my money down. Pay me or go to jail. Pay me my money down.

Soon as that boat was clear of the bar, pay me my money down, well, he knocked me down with the end of a spar
Pay me my money down.

(Chorus)

Wish I was Sherman Adamson, pay me my money down. Get a coke and watch the fun. Pay me my money down.

(Chorus)

Wish I was Erv Jellison, pay me my money down. Fly away and have some fun. Pay me my money down.

(Chorus, twice)

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POOR ELLEN SMITH
John Stewart/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

Chorus:
Poor Ellen Smith. How was she found? Shot through the heart lyin' dead on the ground.
Her body was mangled and all cast around and X marks the spot where poor Ellen was found.

They picked up her body, carried it away and now she's a-sleepin' in some lonesome old grave.
Who had the heart and who had the brain to shoot my little Ellen on that cold lonesome plain?

(Chorus)

They picked up their rifles and hunted us down. They found us a-loafin' all 'round town.
The judge may convict me and God knows he can but I know I died as an innocent man.

(Chorus)

The warden has told me that soon I'll be free to go to her grave near that old willow tree.
I'm free from the walls of that prison at last but I'll never be free of my sins from the past.

(Chorus)

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PORTLAND TOWN
John Stewart

I was born in Portland town. I was born in Portland town. Yes, I was. Oooh, yes, I was.
October third, I'm on my way. October third, I'm on my way. Yes, I am. Oooh, yes I am.

Rains came the very next day but I been gone to long. There's a gal in Portland town and she sings a marryin' song.

Goin' back to Portland town. Goin' back to Portland town. Yes, I am. Oooh, yes, I am.

I'll have children, one, two, three. I'll have children, one, two, three. Yes, I will. Oooh, yes, I will.

I was born in Portland town.

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POVERTY HILL
Fred Hellerman/Fran Minkoff

They come in their summery dresses and jackets so fine, the rich folks who measure success with a big dollar sign.
They gaze with delight with the rocks and the scraggly pines. The come in the Spring and they stay 'til the Fall
On Paradise Mountain away from it all.

Chorus:
Stubble and stone make a hard row to how. What little will grow, the drought will kill.
The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain but we call it Poverty Hill.

They say we have beautiful faces as grainy as wood. Yeah, they'd like to live here of all places if only they could.
Well, we don't get those wood, grainy faces from livin' too good. It's the rocks and the sun and dust and the heat.
It's too much of work and too little to eat.

(Chorus)

They pack and say what a pity that they have to go. They say that Old Smokey's so pretty all covered with snow,
But how we get through the winter they never will know. No lard for the pantry. No grist for the meal
And winter's are cold over Poverty Hill.

(Chorus)

Yes, we call it Poverty Hill.

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PULLIN' AWAY
Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

Chorus:
Pullin' away, he's pullin away. Now his wagons are loaded, he's pullin' away.

Hard luck is the fortune of all woman kind. They're always controlled. They're always confined.
Controlled by their parents until they are wives. Then slaves of their husbands the rest of their lives.

I once knew a girl and her story was sad. She always was courted by the wagoner lad.
He courted her truly by night and by day. Now his wagons are loaded. He's pullin' away.

(Chorus)

Your parents don't like me. They think I'm too poor. They think I'm not worth to enter your door.
Hard livin's my pleasure. My money's my own and if they don't like me, they can leave me alone.

Long is the road. Dark is the sky. Look over your shoulder. He's wavin' goodbye.

My wagon is loaded. My whip needs a mend. So sit down here by me for as long as you can.
My wagons are loaded. My whip's in my hand. So, fare thee well, darlin', I'm leavin' this land.

(Chorus)

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PUT YOUR MONEY AWAY
John Stewart

I could go a-runnin', jumpin', reachin' for the sky (reachin' for the sky)
That's all that I thought that it would take to buy your mind (take to buy your mind)
Then one day, I looked the other way.

Chorus:
And, hey, did you ever see my town at sundown, all the hills around.
Hey, put your money away. Hey, hey, put your money away. Hey, hey, put your money away.

When somebody comes a-callin', knockin' on my door (knockin' on my door)
Tryin' hard to sell me something that I have no use for (I have no use for)
I push the fool inside. I take a look outside.

(Chorus)

I could go a-runnin', jumpin', reachin' for the sky (reachin' for the sky)
That's all that I thought that it would take to buy your mind (take to buy your mind)
Then one day, I looked the other way.

(Chorus)

Q

R

RASPBERRIES, STRAWBERRIES (Thanks to Peter J. Curry for clarification of French)
Will Holt

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

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

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RAZORS IN THE AIR
Eric Schwandt

Come, my love, and go with me. Ah, my love, I greet thee. Take you down to Tennessee. Meet you by and by.
Don't you hear them hollerin' now. Ah, my love, I need thee. Ain't there goin' to be a row! Meet you by and by.

Chorus:
Get away from that window, my love and my dove. Get away from that window, don't ya hear?
Come some other night for there's gonna be a fight. There'll be razors flyin' through the air.

Pack a poke and come with me. Ah, my love, don't greet me. Shoe your foot in Tennessee. Meet you by and by.
Out that window, sweet and soft. Ah, my, believe me. Hurry love and we'll be off. Meet you by and by.

(Chorus)

Someone's slipping down the hall. Hush, my love, be quiet. Don't you make no noise at all. Meet you by and by.
Hear that blind man blow his horn. Goin' to be a riot. All those boys are full of corn. Meet you by and by.

(Chorus)

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RED RIVER SHORE
Jack Splittard/Randy Cierley

At the foot of yon mountain, where the big river flows, there's a fond creation and a soft wind that blows.
There lives a fair maiden, she's the one I adore. She's the one I will marry on the Red River shore.

She wrote me a letter. She wrote it so kind and in that letter these words you will find.
"Come back to me, darling, you're the one I adore. You're the one I will marry on the Red River shore.

I jumped on my bronco and away I did ride to marry my true love on the Red River side.
But her pa knew the secret and with twenty and four come to fight this young cowboy on the Red River shore.

I grabbed my six shooter, spun 'round and 'round 'til six men were wounded and seven were down.
I can't fight an army of twenty and four when I'm bound for my true love on the Red River shore.

At the foot of yon mountain, where the big river flows, there's a fond creation and a soft wind that blows.
And there lives a fair maiden, she's the one I adore, but never will marry on the Red River shore

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REMEMBER THE ALAMO
Jane Bowers

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

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REUBEN JAMES
The Almanac Singers

Have you heard of the ship called the good Reuben James? Run by hard fighting men both of honor and of fame.
She flew the Stars and Stripes of the land of the free, but tonight she's in her grave at the bottom of the sea.

Chorus:
Oh, tell me, what were their names, tell me, what were their names?
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James? (Repeat chorus)

One hundred men went down to their dark and watery graves. When that good ship went down, only forty-four were saved.
'Twas the last day of October they saved forty-four from the dark, icy water of that cold Iceland shore.

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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THE REVEREND MR. BLACK
Billy Edd Wheeler/Jed Peters

(Spoken) He rode easy in the saddle. He was tall and lean, and at first you'd a-thought nothing but a streak of mean could make a man look so down right strong, but one look in his eyes and you knowed you was wrong. He was a mountain of a man, and I want you to know. He could preach hot hell or freezin' snow. He carried a Bible in a canvas sack and folks just called him The Reverend Mr. Black. He was poor as a beggar, but he rode like a king. Sometimes in the evening, I'd hear him sing:

Chorus:
I gotta walk that lonesome valley. I got to walk it by myself. Oh nobody else can walk it for me. I got to walk it by myself.
(2nd & 3rd times) You got to walk that lonesome valley. You got to walk it by yourself. Oh nobody else can walk it for you. You got to walk it by yourself.

If ever I could have thought this man in black was soft and had any yellow up his back, I gave that notion up the day a lumberjack came in and it wasn't to pray. Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house door and he cussed everybody up and down the floor! Then, when things got quiet in the place, he walked up and cusses in the preacher's face! He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule and to my way of thinkin' it took a real fool to turn the other face to that lumber jack, but that's what he did, The Reverend Mr. Black. He stood like a rock, a man among men and he let that lumberjack hit him again, and then with a voice as quiet as could be, he cut him down like a big oak tree when he said:

(Chorus)

It's been many years since we had to part and I guess I learned his ways by heart. I can still hear his sermon's ring, down in the valley where he used to sing. I followed him, yes, sir, and I don't regret it and I hope I will always be a credit to his memory 'cause I want you to understand. The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man!

(Chorus)

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RIDER
Shane/Reynolds/Henske

Chorus:
Well, I know you, Rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone. (Repeat)
You're gonna miss your daddy rollin' in your arms.

Well, the sun's gonna shine on my back porch some day. I said (Repeat)
Then the wind from the river's gonna blow all my troubles away.

(Chorus)

Well, I ain't got a nickel, no, I ain't got a lousy dime. (Repeat)
But I got a long way to go 'fore the end of my time.

(Chorus)

It takes a hard hearted woman to make a long time men feel bad. (Repeat)
'Cause it makes him remember the long hard road that he's had.

(Chorus)

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THE RIVER IS WIDE
Nick Reynolds

Chorus:
The river is wide I cannot see. Nor do I have light wings to fly.
Build me a boat that can carry two and both shall row, my love and I.

My love is like the lofty tree. It shudders fierce and then sways free.
If it should fade when the summer's through, she'll bloom again when the spring shines through.
When love is young, then love is fine. Just like a gem when first it's new.
But love grows old and waxes cold and fades away like the morning dew.

(Chorus)

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RIVER RUN DOWN
Don MacArthur/John Stewart

Chorus:
Oh, the river run down but the stream ran dry. Big strong man don't ever cry.
Just stands to watch his love go by. Oh, the river ran down but the stream ran dry.

Yes, he loved a woman but he let her get away. Didn't ever think he'd regret that day.
The laugh and the smile, he'd still play the game, but he knew that day would never by the same.

(Chorus)

There walks a man, he could've had a home, fine baby children, a woman of his own.
He walks all alone. He doesn't have a care but he keeps on thinking that he sees her ev'rywhere.

(Chorus)

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ROAD TO FREEDOM
John Stewart

I'm gonna walk that road that we walked long before, many years ago, and we'll walk a hundred more.

Chorus:
And we're comin' one by one. You didn't see us two by two. Ev'ry time you turn around another's comin' through.
So we'll sing it long and proud so ev'ryone will know that the road to freedom is a long, long way to go.

Turn and look out over there, just as far as you can see. There are many more who have died for liberty.

(Chorus)

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ROCKY (Thanks to Dieter Folger for German and English translations)
K. Ogermann/K. Feltz

Chorus:
Rocky, du musst reiten durch die Weiten der Prairie.
Rocky, du kommst weiter, doch nach Hause kommst du nie.

Irgendwo da fiel ein Schuss im Dunkeln
und dann stand ein Pferd allein am Tor.
Alle Maedel wussten wer's getan hat,
und noch heute singen sie's uns vor.

Chorus

Irgendeiner sah die fremde Maske,
doch er sagte niemandem Bescheid.
Als die Stadt um Mitternacht im Schlaf lag,
kam das grosse Feuer und das Leid.

Chorus

Irgendeiner schoenen jungen Lady,
der gefiel der fremde Kavalier.
Sie ging aus und mit ihm tanzen,
und sie suchten lange noch nach ihr.

Chorus

ROCKY - ENGLISH TRANSLATION:

Chorus:
Rocky, you must ride through the wide prairie.
Rocky, you get on, but you never get home.

Somewhere there was a shot in the dark
and a horse stood alone at the gate.
All the girls knew who had done it
and they still sing it today.

Chorus

Somebody saw the red mask,
but he didn't tell anybody.
When the town was asleep at midnight
the big fire came and the harm.

Chorus

Some pretty young lady
liked the unknown cavalier.
She went to the dance with him
and they sought for her for a long time.

Chorus

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ROLLING RIVER
Brownie Macintosh

Chorus:
Rollin' river, tell me, what do you see on your long, long journey from the mountains to the sea?
Do you sparkle in the sunshine? Does your rushing waters flow? Rollin' river take me with you when you go.

I have been travelin' hard for such a long time, searchin' for something, something to call mine.
I can see your waters flashing and it's almost like a song. I can listen to your music all night long.

(Chorus)

If my body's feelin' restless like your hurried waters flow, when I'm longin' to go somewhere but I've got no where to go.
Pack my dreams up in my guitar case and sings these words I know, rollin' river take me with you when you go.

(Chorus 3 times)

Rollin' river take me with you when you go.

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ROLLIN' STONE
Stan Wilson

A rollin' stone gathers no moss. (Repeat) So, as far as I can see, I guess I was meant to be just a rollin' stone.

A rollin' stone gathers no moss. A rollin' stone hasn't a boss.
Just like a Spring or a Summer's breeze, I can roll just where I please. I'm just a rollin' stone.

Can't lose my way, all directions are the same when I'm a-travelin'. I've got no home, sweet home.
Just keep boppin', never stoppin', couldn't even if I wanted to, I've got to roam and roll.

A rollin' stone gathers no moss. A rollin' stone's like that coin that you toss.
But I don't need level ground. I can roll up hill or down. I'm just a rollin' stone.

When I'm travelin', all directions are the same. A string unravelin', I don't think that I'm to blame.

Some might think my life's a loss. A rollin' stone never gets lost.
So, I'll just keep playin' it straight 'til I roll right through that gate. I'm just a rollin' stone.
A rollin' stone. (Repeat and fade)

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A ROUND ABOUT CHRISTMAS (Please Put A Penny in the Old Man's Hat)
Nick Reynolds

Christmas is coming. The goose is getting fat. Please put a penny in the old man's hat.
If you haven't got a penny, then a ha' penny will do. If you haven't got a ha' penny, then God bless you!

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'ROUND ABOUT THE MOUNTAIN
Lou Gottlieb

'Round about the mountain. 'Round about the mountain. My God is waitin'. You can rise in His arms. (Repeat)

Chorus:
The Lord loves a sinner. The Lord loves a sinner man. The Lord loves a sinner who will rise in His arms.

I would not be a sinner. I'll tell you the reason why. If the Lord should want me, I would not be ready to die!
I tell you fellow members, things happen mighty strange. The Lord was good to Israel and His ways don't ever change.

(Chorus)

Sometimes I feel discouraged and think my works in vain, but then the Holy Spirit revives my soul again.
If you can't pray like Peter, if you can't preach like Paul, go home and tell your neighbor that He died to save us all.

(Chorus)

'Round about the mountain. 'Round about the mountain. My God is waitin'. You can rise in His arms.
The Lord loves a sinner. The Lord loves a sinner man. The Lord loves a sinner who will rise in His arms.

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ROVING GAMBLER/THIS TRAIN
Paul Campbell

I am a roving gambler. I've gambled all around.
Whenever I see a deck of cards, I lay my money down. I lay my money down.

I hadn't been in the city many more days than three
When I fell in love with a pretty little girl and she fell in love with me. She fell in love with me.

This train don't carry no gamblers, this train. (Repeat)
This train don't carry no gamblers, no crap shooters, no midnight ramblers,
This train don't carry no gamblers, this train.

She took me to her parlor. She cooled me with her fan.
Cried, "Daddy, Daddy, oh, Daddy, dear, I'm in love with a gambling man. I'm in love with a gambling man.

This train don't carry no gamblers, this train. (Repeat)
This train don't carry no gamblers, no crap shooters, no midnight ramblers,
This train don't carry no gamblers, this train.

I am a roving gambler. I've gambled all around.
Whenever I see a deck of cards, I lay my money down. I lay my money down.
I lay my money, yeah, I lay it down.

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RUBY RED
Vance/Pokriss

Ruby red. Ruby red.

Chorus:
Ruby red were her lips. Diamond pure was her heart. Emerald green (emerald green) were her eyes.
A priceless gem of perfection, but I lost her 'neath the sapphire sky. Ruby red, ruby red, ruby red.

I'd cross the wide Pacific and swim the China sea to have those lips of ruby red back here again with me.
Ruby red, ruby red, to have those lips of ruby red back here, again, with me.

(Chorus)

I thought I could forget, so I sailed away, but I lived to regret until this very day.
Ruby red, ruby red, to have those lips of ruby red back here, again, with me.

(Chorus)

Ruby red. Ruby red.

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RUN MOLLY, RUN
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford

Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.

Long John was the youngest horse and Molly was the old.
Molly was an old grey mare and he was a stallion bold, oh, Lordy, he was a stallion bold.

Long John said to Molly, "You're runnin' your last race
'Cause when I turn my head around I'm gonna see your face, old gal, I'm gonna see your face."

Molly said to Long John, "Don't take me for a fool.
If you didn't cut your ears and tail, I'd think you were a mule (Yeah!) I'd think you were a mule."

Long John, he got mad, oh, Lord, and shook his wooly mane.
"Last time that I run, old girl, I beat the Memphis train. I beat the Memphis train."

(Chorus)

See them waitin' on the track. The man, he hollered, "Go!"
Long John runnin' fast, Lord, Molly runnin' slow. Molly runnin' slow.

Long John said to Molly, "Take a last look at the sky.
'Cause baby when I pass you by, my dust's gonna blind your eye, oh, Lord, my dust's gonna blind your eye."

Run, Molly, run. Look out for the turn, oh, Lordy, Lordy, here she comes!

Long John beatin' Molly. Wait, what do I see?
Molly passin' Long John. Molly runnin' free, oh, Lordy, Molly runnin' free.

Run Molly, run (oh Molly). Run Molly, run. Put old Long John out to stud and let old Molly run!

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RUN THE RIDGES
John Stewart

Well, I hope to tell you, Johnny, that I lay that rifle down but leave the noose and the calaboose and headed for another town.

Well, I've got your name in San Jose and your picture's there to see.
And they're shootin' men in Texas just because they look like me.

Chorus:
And we will run the ridges of our green land Tennessee
And we will hide for forty years if that's what's meant to be, meant to be, meant to be.
Meant to be, meant to be, meant to be.

Maybe we could try Mexico and cross the desert sand,
But they're guardin' 'cross the border 'case we swim the Rio Grande

(Chorus)

Well, they'll rope and tie you, Johnny, and they'll throw you to the ground
And they'll let you hang a week or two 'fore they cut your body down.

(Chorus)

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RUNAWAY SONG
John Stewart

I ain't asking to cry on your shoulder. I don't wanta see your happiness folder.
I got a sing when things go wrong. I gotta sing a runaway song.

Chorus:
And I run (run, run, run, run away) run away (run, run, run, run away), yeah, I run away.
Fly, fly away.
Sneak away. Fly away. Watch me as I get away, anyway. I can runaway.

Show me a man with a pocket full of causes. Says he knows who Santa Claus is.
Talking 'bout a war I should denounce over in a country with a name I can't pronounce.

(Chorus)

I run (run, run, run, run away) run away (run, run, run, run away), yeah, I run away.
Fly, fly away. Any way, I can run away.

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RUNNING OUT OF TOMORROWS
John Stewart

Can it really be that lone since I've been home to momma? Can it really be that long as the letters try to say?
I'm more lonesome right now than ever I remember. I'm more lonesome right now than I was yesterday.

Chorus:
I'm running out of tomorrows. All the good ole boys are gone.
I'm running out of tomorrows, singin' yesterday's song.

Here's another cheap motel out on 101 to Fresno. Got the TV turned up loud. Too much quiet makes me blue.
Once I thought I'd be a doctor but I quit school runnin' wild. There's no one here to sit beside me. There's nothin' I can really do.

(Chorus)

I just looked into the mirror. All my hair is getting' thin. I just looked into the mirror where a young man used to be.
And I remember Mary. She went and married some young lawyer.
Lord, I remember Mary; was all I ever hope to see.

(Chorus)

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RUSTING IN THE RAIN
Rod McKuen

The old gate is rusting in the rain. Children, comin' home from school, no longer skim their pebbles on the old town creek
That just around the bend becomes a pool.

Chorus:
And we've all grown older. Come see where we have been out here rusting in the rain.

The old house is creaking in the rain. Lovers, comin' down the hill, no longer stop to linger by the old dead tree
They took away for lumber to the mill.

(Chorus, twice)

The old world is dying in the rain. The summer coming, every year, no longer stops to wonder as it goes along its way
Did anybody ever leave here?

(Chorus, twice)