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SAIL AWAY, LADIES
Jack Splittard

Ain't no use to sit and cry. You'll be an angel by and by.

Chorus:
Can't she rock 'em, can't she rock 'em, can't she rock 'em, daddy-e-o (Repeat)

I got a home in Tennessee (Sail away, ladies. Sail away.) That's the place I wanna be. (Sail away, ladies. Sail away.)
If I ever get my way (Sail away, ladies. Sail away.) Tennessee is where I'll stay. (Sail away, ladies. Sail away.)

(Chorus)

Ever I get my new house done. Give my old one to my son.
Ever I finish this porch and stairs, lie around in my rockin' chair.

(Chorus)

Ain't no use to sit and cry. You'll be an angel by and by.
Won't be a long time 'round this place. So get a look at my funny face.

(Chorus)

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SALLY, DON'T YOU GRIEVE
Woody Guthrie

Sally, Sally, Sally, don't you grieve. (Well-a, well now) (Repeat twice)
And I told her not to grieve after me.

Well, its when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve. (Repeat twice)
And I told her not to grieve after me.

Well, I'm in love with Sally and she use to love me but she's gotten kind of busy just recently.
Well, I'm feelin' so bad I can't stand it anymore. I'm gonna get my hat and then I'm gonna hit the door.

Well, it's when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve. (Repeat twice)
And I told her not to grive after me.

Well, I'm a-going down the road with my troubles on my mind. I love that woman but I wasn't born blind.
She tried to make me stay but I had to tell her "No!" She should've quit a-foolin' with me long time ago.

Well, it's bye, bye, baby, goodbye, goodbye. (Repeat twice)
And I told her not to grieve after me.

Sally said she was sorry. I even think she cried. When she left, it kinda hurt my pride.
To think that I could never teach her what true loves mean, I guess she couldn't help it 'cause she's only thirteen.

Well, it's when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve. (Repeat twice)
And I told her not to grive after me. (Repeat)

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SALTY DOG
Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

I got a gal, she's ten feet tall, sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Honey, let me be your salty dog.
There was two old ladies sittin' in the sand, each one wishin' the other was a man. Honey, let me be your salty dog.

Chorus:
If I can't be your salty dog, I won't be your man at all. Honey, let me be your salty dog.

I smile when you go into town. Now I'm sorry that your car broke down. Honey, let me be your salty dog.
You told me that your wheel was broke. Now I'm sittin' with a broken spoke. Honey, let me be your salty dog.

(Chorus)

I love you in blue and I love you in red but most of all I love you in blue. Honey, let me be your salty dog.
Floatin' down the river on an old oak log. What the hell's a salty dog? Honey, let me be your salty dog.

(Chorus)

I think we better call this the end of this song 'cause it's a-getting' too damn long. Honey, let me be your salty dog.
Honey, let me be your salty, honey, let me be your salty, honey, let me be your salty dog.

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SAN MIGUEL
Jane Bowers

Down by the mission San Miguel is a great house wherein dwell Don Carlos and La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell.

I work at the ranch. I saddle her mare. I ride with the gun behind as she visits her friends here and there.
She says, "Thank you, Manuel," or, "Manuel, por favor," or "Good ev'ning, Manuel,"
La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell.

I dream of the mission San Miguel and it says to me, the mission bell,
"She is married, Manuel, the wife of the rancher, Don Carlos Cantrell.

You serve at the ranch. You hold her chair. You carry her boxes, trunks, letters, and books here and there.
She says, "Thank you, Manuel," or, "Manuel, por favor," or "Good ev'ning, Manuel,"
La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell.

But I hear with my heart what she says with her eyes with, "Good ev'ning, Manuel," or "Manuel, por favor,"
Or, "The carriage, Manuel," or "Manuel, close the door."

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SANTY ANNO
Dave Guard

Ooo, Ooo, we're sailin' 'cross the river from Liverpool, heave away, Santy Anno.
Around Cape Horn to 'Frisco Bay, 'way out in Californio.

Chorus:
So, heave her up and away we'll go. Heave away, Santy Anno. Heave her up and away we'll go. 'Way out in Californio.

There's plenty of gold, so I've been told. Heave away, Santy Anno. Heave her up and away we'll go. 'Way out in Californio.

(Chorus)

Well, back in the days of forty-nine. Heave away, Santy Anno. Back in the days of the good old times. Way out in Californio.

(Chorus)

Ahh, Ahh. Ooo. Ooo.

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SARO JANE
Louis Gottlieb

Rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout.

Chorus:
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. (Repeat)
Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane.

I've got a wife and five little children. Believe I'll take a trip on the big Macmillan. Oh, Saro Jane.
A guy like me don't have no home. I make my livin' on my shoulder bone. Oh, Sara Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.

(Chorus)

Woke up this mornin' feeling mighty mean, thinkin' 'bout my good gal in New Orleans. Oh, Saro Jane.
Fireman, keep those boilers hot. I want to reach town by six o'clock. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.

(Chorus)

Back's getting' tired and shoulder's gettin' sore. Each sack is bigger than the one before. Oh, Saro Jane.
A rock in my stomach and a watchin' my head. Gettin' superstitious 'bout my pork and bread. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.

(Chorus)

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SCARLET RIBBONS (FOR HER HAIR)
E. Danzig/J. O. Segal

I peeked in to say goodnight and I heard my child in prayer. "Please bring me some scarlet ribbons, scarlet ribbons for my hair."

Searched all night, my heart was achin', just before the dawn was breaking.
I peeked in and on her bed in gay profusion lying there, scarlet ribbons, lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons for her hair.

If I live to be a hundred, I will never know from where came those ribbons, lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons for her hair.

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SCOTCH AND SODA
Dave Guard

Scotch and soda, mud in your eye. Baby, do I feel high, oh, me, oh, my. Do I feel high.
Dry martini, jigger of gin. Oh, what a spell you've got me in, oh, my. Do I feel high.

People won't believe me. They'll think that I'm just braggin'. But I could feel the way I do and still be on the wagon.
All I need is one of your smiles. Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my. Do I feel high.

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SEA FEVER
Jane Bowers

Chorus:
Sea fever, my mother called it. Sea fever, she knew that I had.

When the wind is blowing out of the singing South then will I be going, sea spray salty upon my mouth.

(Chorus)

When the tide is drifting over the silver sand, my heart sails are drifting, set upon another land

(Chorus)

When the stars are staring out of a cloudless sky, then would I be 'faring out where the gray gulls cry

(Chorus, twice)

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SEASONS IN THE SUN
Rod McKuen/Jacques Brel

Adieu, Emile, my trusted friend, we've known each other since we were nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills and trees, learned of love and A B Cs, skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Adieu, Emile, it's hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky. Now that the Spring is in the air
Pretty girls are ev'rywhere. Think of me and I'll be there.

Chorus:
We had joy. We had sun. We had seasons in the sun, but the hills we would climb were just seasons out of time.

Adieu, Papa, please pray for me. I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong. Too much wine and too much song, wonder how we got along.
Adieu, Papa, it's hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky. Now that the Spring is in the air
Little children ev'rywhere. When you see them, I'll be there.

(Chorus)

Adieu, Francoise, my trusted wife, without you I'd have had a lonely life.
You cheated lots of times but then, I forgave you in the end though your lover was my friend.
Adieu, Francoise, it's hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky. Now that spring is in the air
With your lovers ev'rywhere; just be careful, I'll be there.

All our lives we had fun. We had seasons in the sun, but the hills we would climb were just season out of time.

Adieu, Emile. Adieu, Papa. Adieu, Francoise.

All our lives, we had fun. We had seasons in the sun, but the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time.
All our lives, we had fun. We had seasons in the sun, but the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach.

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THE SEINE
Irving Burgess

One night along the river at St. Germain de Pre, I first met my beloved at a small sidewalk café.
We walked along the river, the shadows passing by but we only saw each other, the shining water and the sky.

Chorus:
The Seine, the Seine, when will I again meet her there, greet her there on the moonlit banks of the Seine?

Standing there across the river, mid sound of horn and tram, in all her quiet beauty, the cathedral Notre Dame,
And as we passed beside her, I said a little prayer that when this dream was over, I'd awake and find you there.

(Chorus)

We walked along the river, 'till dawn was coming nigh. Beneath the Eiffel Tower we said our last good-bye.
There on that splendid morning, I left you all in tears and the beauty of that hour will shine within my through the years

(Chorus)

The Seine, the Seine, when will I again meet her there on the Seine?

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SENORA
Jane Bowers/Dave Guard

Don't you remember, Senora, when you had a love of your own? You had a duenna, Senora. You had a kind chaperone.
Didn't she sometimes, Senora, grant you a moment alone?

Once in a garden, Senora, didn't your love steal a kiss? Surely a moment remembered stirs in a setting like this.
Surely, within such a garden, wisdom can smile upon bliss.

Cruel is the curfew, Senora, cruelly and strictly imposed. Soon Don Hernando will signal, bidding the gate to be closed.
Who'd be the wiser, Senora, if, for a moment you dozed?

Don't you remember, Senora, you had a love of your own. You had a duena, Senora. You had a kind chaperone.
I love her dearly, Senora. Grant us a moment alone. I love her dearly, Senora. Grant us a moment alone.

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SHADY GROVE/LONESOME TRAVELER
Jean Ritchie/Lee Hays

Chorus:
Shady Grove, my little love, Shady Grove, I know. Shady Grove, my little love, bound for Shady Grove. (Last time: Bound for Shady Grove. (Right on over to Lonesome Traveler)

Lips as red as the bloomin' rose, eyes of the deepest brown, You are the darlin' of my heart stay 'til the sun goes down.

(Chorus)

I went to see my Shady Grove standin' by the door, shoes and stockings in her hand little bare feet on the floor.

(Chorus)

I wish'd I had a big fat horse, corn to feed him on, pretty little girl to stay at home, you feed him when I'm gone.

(Chorus)

Well, (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I am a lonely and a lonesome traveler (Repeat twice)
I've been a-travelin' on.

I traveled in the mountains and in the valleys, (Repeat twice)
Well, I've been a-travelin' on.

I traveled cold and then I traveled hungry, well (Repeat twice)
I've been a-travelin' on.

Hey, one of these days I'm gonna stop all my travelin', well (Repeat twice)
Stop all this travelin' on.

I'm gonna keep right on a-travelin' on that road to freedom (Repeat twice)
Well, I've been a-travelin' on.

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SHE WAS TOO GOOD TO ME
Richard Rogers/L. Lerner

She was too good to me. How can I get along now? So close she stood to me. Everything seems all wrong now.
She would have brought me the sun, making me smile that was her fun.
If she was mean to me, I'd never say, "Go 'way, now." She was a queen to me. Whose gonna light my way now?
It's only natural that I'm blue. She was too good to be true.

(Hum melody)

She would have brought me the sun, making me smile that was her fun.
If she was mean to me, I'd never say, "Go 'way, now." She was a queen to me. Whose gonna light my way now?
It's only natural that I'm blue. She was too good to be true.

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SING OUT
Mike Stewart

Chorus:
You gotta sing out if you want to get to heaven. You gotta sing out, join in and pray.
Sing out if you want to get to heaven. Ask the Lord to show you the way and He'll show you if you pray!

Well, I can sing my title clear to mansions in the sky. I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear and wipe my weepin' eye.

(Chorus)

Wake up by the trumpet sound, I from the grave shall rise to see the judge with the glory crown, a view from flaming sky.

(Chorus twice)

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SING WE NOEL
Dave Guard

Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel!

Sing we now of Christmas. Noel sing we here. Sing our grateful praises to the maid so dear.

Chorus:
Sing we Noel! The King is born, Noel! Sing we now of Christmas. Sing we here, Noel!
Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel!

From the Eastern kingdoms come the wise men far. Bearing ancient treasure. Following yonder star.

(Chorus)

Noel!

From the distant mountains, hear the trumpet sound. With angelic blessings on the silent town.

(Chorus)
Noel!

Come let us surround Him on this magic night. Gather here around Him. Wondrous Babe of light.

(Chorus and repeat first verse and chorus)

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THE SLOOP JOHN B
Lee Hays/Carl Sandburg

We come on the sloop John B, my grandfather and me. Around Nassau town we did roam.
Drinkin' all night. Got into a fight. Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home. So now,)

Chorus:
Hoist up the John B's sails. See how the main sails set. Call for the captain ashore, let me go home. (Let me go home.)
Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home.)

First mate, he got drunk. Broke up the people's trunk. Constable had to come and take him away.
Sheriff John Stone (Sheriff John Stone), why don't you leave me alone? (Why don't you leave me alone?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home. So, now)

(Chorus)

Well, the poor cook he caught the fits. Throw away all of my grits. Then he took and he ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?)
This is the worst trip since I've been born. (Since I have been born. So, now)

(Chorus)

Hoist up the John B's sails. (John B. sails) See how the main sails set. (Main sails set.)
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home. (Let me go home.)
Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home.)

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SOME DAY SOON
Ian Tyson

I am a young man, so you'll know, my age is twenty-one. I come from out in southern Colorado.
Just home from the service and I'm looking for my fun. Some day soon, she's goin' with me, some day soon.
Some day soon, goin' with me, some day soon.

Her daddy, he can't stand me 'cause I'm with the rodeo. Her mother says that I would leave her cryin',
She would follow me right down the toughest row to hoe. Some day soon, she's goin' with me, some day soon.
Some day soon, goin' with me, some day soon.

Hey, when I visit her pa ain't got one good word to say, but I can't help thinkin' he was just as wild in his day.
So blow you old blue Northern, come on, blow me back to her. I'm drivin' in tonight from California,
And I love that damned old rodeo just as much as I love her. Some day soon, she's goin' with me, some day soon.
Some day soon, goin' with me, some day soon.

Hey, when I visit her pa ain't got one good word to say, but I can't help thinkin' he was just as wild in his day.
So blow you old blue Northern, come on, blow me back to her. I'm drivin' in tonight from California,
And I love that damned old rodeo as much as I love her. Some day soon, she's goin' with me, some day soon.
Some day soon, goin' with me, some day soon. (Some day soon.) (Repeat last line and fade)

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SOME FOOL MADE A SOLDIER OF ME
Jerry Fuller

I remember when I was a barefooted boy climbing in a sycamore tree.
But now I'm a little older, got a rifle on my shoulder. Some fool made a soldier of me.

Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! And I ride in the rough calva'ry.
Got a pretty gal waitin' for me while I rot here in the Army. Some fool made a soldier of me.

I told her we'd marry and build us a home and raise us a big family.
But she's givin' all her charms to a blue uniform. Some fool made a soldier of me.

Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! And I ride in the rough calva'ry.
The day's getting' hotter. I'm near out of water. Some fool made a soldier of me.

I told Gen'ral Custer I'm a-dyin' of thirst and the heat is a-getting' to me.
But he said, "Have no fear. There's a big river near." Some fool made a soldier of me.

Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! And I ride in the rough calva'ry.
We'll get there in the morn to Little Big Horn.
Hey, Gen'ral Custer. I think I see an Indian over there. Yeah! Ask her if she's got a friend for me!
Some fool made a soldier of me.

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SOMERSET GLOUCESTERSHIRE WASSAIL
Eric Schwandt/Dave Guard

Wassail, wassail, all over the town. The cup, it is white and the ale, it is brown.
The cup, it is made of the good ashen tree and so is the malt of the finest barley.

Oh, master and missus, are you all within? Pray open the door and let us come in.
Oh, master and missus who sit by the fire, pray think of the trav'lers who walk through the mire.

Oh, where is the maid with the silver hair pin to open the door and let us come in?
Oh, master and missus, it is our desire, a good loaf and cheese and a toast by the fire.

There was an old man and he had an old cow and how for to keep her, he didn't know how.
He built up a barn for to keep his cow warm and a drop of good cider will do us no harm.

The good dog of Langport, he burnt his long tail and this is the night we go singing wassail.
Oh, master and missus, now we must be gone. Bless all in this house until we come again.
Bless all in this house 'till we come again!

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SOMETIMES LOVE IS BETTER WHEN IT'S GONE
Mike Settle

Caroline, Caroline, girl, you'd better go on home 'cause I'll be leavin' with the morning dew, stronger for the seeds we've sown.
I'll write you love down in a song. I will sing it a life time long. That way, my love will never do you any wrong.
Sometime love is better when it's gone. Sometimes love is better when it's gone.

Caroline, Caroline, girl, you'd better go on home. Dry your eyes, honey, don't you realize you've touch me deeper than you know.
If you had meant a little less to me, I could go on the way I am, but I'm not ready for the changes you would need
To be your kind of woman's man.
I'll write you love down in a song. I will sing it a life time long. That way, my love will never do you any wrong.
Sometime love is better when it's gone. Sometimes love is better when it's gone. Sometimes love is better when it's gone.

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SO HI
Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart

Chorus:
My heaven is so high, you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it.
So wide, you can't get around it. You gotta come in at the door.

Tell those children, yeah, tell 'em now. You gotta come in at the door.
Don't stand and whisper, just show 'em how. You gotta come in at the door.

(Chorus)

Children of Israel, sing and shout and you gotta come in at the door.
You know the gates of heaven can't keep you out. You gotta come in at the door.

(Chorus)

Now if you're gonna head for the promised land, you gotta come in at the door.
Just step right up and shake his hand. You gotta come in at the door.

My heaven is so high, so low, so wide, you gotta come in at the door.

(Chorus)

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SONG FOR A FRIEND
John Stewart

When you sit and wonder why things have gone so wrong and you wish someone would tell us where our friend has gone.
Look then in the hills when there's courage in the wind and in the face of freedom and those who look to him.
And search within the heart of ev'ry young man with a song then I think we'll know where our friend has gone.

Summer takes the winter as the good years take the pain. There'll be laughter in the land again but hearts won't be the same.
And I know I'll remember when a chill wind takes the sky and speak of the years he gave us hope for they will never die.
And as we gaze at brave young men when yesterdays grow long, then I think we'll know where our friend has gone.

When you sit and wonder why things have gone so wrong. It's then that we'll remember where our friend has gone.

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SOUTH COAST
Lillian Bos Ross/Sam Eskin/Rich Dehr

Chorus:
South Coast, the wild coast is lonely, you may win at the game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barrancas and a man there is always alone.

My name is Juan Hano de Castro, my father was a Spanish grandee
But I won my wife in a card game, to hell with the lords o'er the sea
I picked up the ace, I had won her, my heart which was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry, like a warm summer's day she was sweet

(Chorus)

Her arms had to tighten around me as we rode up the hills from the South
Not a word did I hear from her that day, nor a kiss from her pretty red mouth
We came to my cabin at twilight, the stars twinkled out on the coast
She soon loved the valley, the orchard, but I knew that she loved me the most

(Chorus)

Then I got hurt in a landslide with crushed hip and twice-broken bone
She saddled our pony like lightning, rode off in the night all alone
The lion screamed in the barrancas, the pony fell back on the slide
My young wife lay dead in the moonlight, my heart died that night with my bride

(Chorus)

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SOUTH WIND
Travis Edmonson

Well, I know I don't have to be told
that the North wind is chilly and cold.
Well, I know.
Far from the South wind I ran.
Now, I'm a lost and lonely man.
Well, I know.

Had a little girl but she left me. (Repeat twice)
Well, I know.

She took the sun and left me the rain
And left me the sorrow and all of the pain.
Well, I know.
She took my love and left me torn.
Now, I'm lonely and forlorn.
Well, I know.

All of my love done left me. (Repeat twice)
Well, I know.

She told me someday she'd return
If the sun should freeze or the Earth should burn.
Well, I know.
But now she's gone and in the sky
The wind alone can hear me cry.
Well, I know.

Had a little girl but she left me. (Repeat twice)
Well, I know.

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SPECKLED ROAN
Jane Bowers

I used to ride a little old speckled roan. I told him lots of things I wouldn't have told at home.
I said to the speckled roan, said I, "I'm so lonesome I could die, but I ain't gonna be lonesome when I'm grown."

I used to ride a little ole yellow dun. Mending fences, rode him in the rain and sun.
I said to the yellow dun, said I, "I'm gonna be rich or know the reason why. Gonna take my money to town and find the fun."

And then I bought me a big old ropin' gray. Roped for money and I made it ev'ry day.
But I said to the ropin' gray, said I, "I sure do miss that prairie sky," and he let out laughin' and he surely knowed the way.

I brought my money home and I brought it home to stay. Couldn't have stayed in town, not another day.
I'm gonna live out under a prairie sky. Gonna live out there 'till the day I die with the roan and a dun and a big old ropin' gray.

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THE SPINNIN' OF THE WORLD
John Stewart

Chorus:
Is it wrong to be so much in love with a girl that you can't tell her voice from the spinnin' of the world.

I am gone. I can fly like a comet on the sky. I'm a-lookin' for the shelter of a hurricane's eye.
If I turn the corner and your face, it isn't there, I'll come runnin' back tomorrow and go searchin' everywhere.

(Chorus)

The sunset is red. I remember what they said. There's no rest for the weary. I'd be better off dead.
I cannot find any words for my mind. My eyes, they can see, but it feels like I'm blind.

(Chorus)

I am gone. I can fly as a comet on the sky. I'm a-lookin' for the shelter of a hurricane's eye
If I turn the corner and your face, it isn't there, I'll come runnin' back tomorrow and go searchin' everywhere.

(Chorus, twice)

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STAY AWHILE
Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

Chorus:
Oh, we'll stay awhile to bide awhile. We'll never want to leave ya.
Oh, we'll stay awhile to bide awhile 'til we come back to see ya.

As we were walking down North Wells one day we chanced upon young Tommy Clancy
And we called to him, "Could you go a drink?" Said he boys, "That's my fancy!"

(Chorus)

Oh, we drank to Tommy and he did the same. We drank to all his hellish brothers
And we drank to home and to girls we've know and we had one for our mothers.

(Chorus)

And then we sang those songs we sang before. We sang that we would drink forever.
When the last drops passed our lips that day, we sang this song together.

(Chorus)

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STORIES OF OLD
John Stewart

Chorus:
I don't want to hear your stories of old. Don't show me your golden chains.
For if there's just one man in this whole wide land and he is living in pain. Oh, then freedom's not your name.

You told me of a dream that I would surely like to see where each man could keep the wolves from his door.
Then I saw an old man without a dollar in his hand, saying, "You don't need me anymore.
I guess you just don't need me anymore."

(Chorus)

We've got a lot of pride and that I can't deny from those who bore us liberty.
But if freedom's at the door and we let it wait some more,
Oh, I wonder how proud they are of me. I wonder just how proud they are of me.

Go ahead and walk away. Yeah, turn your back and say, "We'll show 'em whose got who on the run."
But, if we could talk with folks out there, we might get somewhere
And maybe someday we could throw away these guns. Someday we could throw away these guns.

(Chorus)

If there's just one man in this whole wide land and he is living in pain, oh, then freedom's not your name.

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STRANGE DAY
John Stewart/George Yanok

(Spoken) I remember when I rode into town that morning in December of forty-eight. Oh, bitter cold. I had on my parka, my sheepskin coat and my brown and white spectator pumps. Cut quite a figure if I do say so. Huh, cute. First thing I spied was a poster. There's going to be a dance. The second Hogsville dandy-steppin' ball and frog happin; contest. Drag.

Chorus:
Strange day. Strange day. Strange day in Hogsville, U. S. A.

I'm goin' to start off but there weren't no lady folk in sight. I figured they was all up a-primpin' for the dance and, being a man of no small charms with the ladies myself, I decided to park Old Paint and change my socks -- from him to me. (I find that extremely offensive!) So did Old Paint.

But there were no gals for miles around, not one gal in the whole darn town.
So, if you want to go dancin', just look around for the next best thing that can befound.

(Chorus)

That's right. I soon found there wasn't no women nowhere. Fellows goin' to the dance was takin' some of the strangest things. One was takin' a broom, all dressed up in a pinafore, bleached straws, looked kinda cheap to me. Another was totin' a picture of a girl. He'd been goin' with that picture so long he thought real girls folded in the middle. Now I was getting depressed, but then I spied the cutest little thing you ever saw, givin' me the eye from underneath the waterin' trough. Had little eyes, curly tail, and the dearest little pointed ears you ever seen. I grabbed her paw (What'd her paw have to say? Shut up when he's a-talkin'!) and we wobbled into the dance. The minute we get into the dance the music stopped and a feller said, "Wait a minute! That's the sheriff's gal!" (You mean?)

Strange day. Strange day. Strange day in Hogsville, (You know, I can still hear the little critter) U. S. A!

TAKE HER OUT OF PITY
Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart

I had a sister Sally, she was younger than I am. Had so many sweethearts, she had to deny them.
But as for sister Sarah, you know she hasn't many. And if you knew her heart, she'd grateful for any.

Chorus:
Come a lands man, a pins man, a tinker or a tailor; doctor, a lawyer, soldier, or sailor.
A rich man, a poor man, a fool or a witty, don't let her die an old maid but take her out of pity.

We had a sister Sally, she was ugly and misshapen. By the time she was sixteen years old she was taken.
By the time she was eighteen, a son and a daughter. Sarah's almost twenty-nine, never had an offer.

(Chorus)

She never would be scoldin'. She never would be jealous. Her husband would have money to go to the alehouse.
He was there a-spendin'. She'd be home a-savin' and I leave it up to you if she is not worth havin'.

(Chorus)

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TANGA TIKA
by Eddie Lund, c. 1950
(Many thanks to Big Wayne Shrubsall for researching and contributing these lyrics)

Aue tangni (pronounced "tanga") tagni tikake aue
Aue tagni tagni tikake aue

Tagni tikake au
taku vahine
tera tei raro tonga ra Aue
tagni tagni tikake aue.

Na mama naka higna aro na
Papa naka fa'a tupu
Na mama e nake tatara e.

Tagni tikake au
Taku vahine
tera tei raro tonga ra
Aue tagni tagni tikake aue.

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A TASTE OF HONEY
Robert William Scott/Rick Marlow

Winds may blow o'er the icy sea. I'll take with me the warmth of thee, a taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine.
A taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine.
I'll return. I will return. Return for the honey and you.

Winds may blow o'er the icy sea. I'll take with me the warmth of thee, a taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine.
A taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine. (Taste much sweeter, much sweeter than wine.)
Taste much sweeter, much sweeter than wine. Ahhh. Honey!

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TATTOOED LADY
Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

We came to town to see that old tattooed lady. She was a sight to see, tattooed from head to knee.
My uncle Ned was there. He came to gape and stare. "I've never!" he declared, "Seen such a freak so fair."

And on her jaw was the Royal Flying Corp and on her back was the Union Jack, now could you ask for more?
All up and down her spine marched the Queen's own guards in line and all around her hips sailed a fleet of battleships.

And over her left kidney was a bird's eye view of Sidney but what we liked best was upon her chest
My little home in Waikiki! (What did you say?) (Repeat all lines)

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TEXAS ACROSS THE RIVER
Sammy Cahn/James Van Heusen

Texas across the river where my wandrin' days I'll bid goodbye.
Just the sound of Texas gets me "boom" in the solar plexus
It's enough to make a grown man cry.

Texas across the river. Don't need signs to tell you where you're at.
Ain't a trace of shade there. Think the only real shade that's made there,
Is the shade that's underneath your hat.

Texas across the river. Texas, I never will roam.
Texas, calling Texas my home!

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THEM POEMS
Mason Williams

LUNCH TOTERS:

How about them lunch toters, ain't they a bunch? Goin' off to work a-totin' their lunch.
Totin' them vittles. Totin' that chow. Eatin' it later. Totin' it now.
Look at them lunch toters, ain't they funny, some use a paper sack, some use a gunny
Them food frugal lunch toters, ain't they wise? Totin' their lunch made by their wives.
How to be a lunch toter, if I may emote it. Gitchy wife to fix it. Go to work and tote it!

STAMP LICKERS:

How about them stamp lickers, ain't they champs? Drool, slurp, slobber, lickin' them stamps.
Lickin' them green stamps, lickin' them blue. Lickin' that paper. Eatin' that glue.
Look at them stamp lickers, ain't they gung ho? Lickin' them thrift stamps with they tongu-e-o.
Them lolly goggle stamp lickers, ain't they a rage? Stickin' them licky stamps on that page.
How to be a stamp licker? Don't need a ticket. Get a stamp or two, juice up and lick it!

THEM HORS D'OEUVRES:

How about them Hors D'oeuvres, ain't they sweet? Little piece of cheese and little piece of meat!

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THESE SEVEN MEN
Mike Stewart

He's gone away for to stay a little while but he's comin' back if he goes ten thousand miles.

Who are these seven men whose path leads them so far and shake our minds to wonder who they are?
They scout the new frontier to find the surest way and they look to us for they have shown the way.

They're gone away for to stay a little while but they're comin' back if they go ten thousand miles.

What is there left to look to that yet has not been done. What West is there if all the Wests are won?
Look not back o'er your shoulder but high above your head. These seven men have shown the way.
These seven men have said,

"We've gone away for to stay a little while but we're comin' back if we go ten thousand miles. We're gone, gone away."

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THEY ARE GONE
Mason Williams

The moments turn to hours and the hours turn to days and I've seen so many lost ones pass away.

Chorus:
And they're gone. Yes, they're gone. They are gone to stay. (Last time repeat)

The hill sides are so lovely in their springtime fine array but I've seen too many flowers fade away.

(Chorus)

The lovers pass by my window never caring if they stray but I've seen so many lovers lose their way.

(Chorus)

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THEY CALL THE WIND MARIA
Alan J. Lerner/Frederick Loewe

Away out here they've got a name for rain and wind and fire. The rain is Tess, the fire's Joe. They call the wind Maria.
Maria blows the stars around and sets the clouds a-flyin'. Maria makes the mountains sound like folks was out there dyin'.
Maria. (Maria). Maria. (Maria). They call the wind Maria.

Before I knew Maria's name and heard her wail and whinin', I had a gal. She had me and the sun was always shinin'.
But then one day I left my gal. I left her far behind me and now I'm lost, so gol' darn lost not even God can find me.
Maria. (Maria.) Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria.

Out here they have a name for rain and wind and fire only. When you're lost and all alone, there ain't no name for lonely.
And I'm a lost and lonely man without a star to guide me. Maria blow my love to me. I need my gal beside me.
Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria. Maria! Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria.

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THIRSTY BOOTS
Eric Anderson

You've long been on the open road. You've been standing in the rain.
From the dirty words and muddy cells, your clothes are dark and stained,
But the dirty words and muddy cells will soon be judged insane.
So only stop to rest yourself and you'll be off again.

Chorus:
So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile. You're feet are hot and weary, come a dusty mile,
And maybe I can make you laugh. Maybe I can try. Looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.

Then tell me of the one's you've seen as far as you can see.
Across the plains from field to town a-marchin' to be free,
And of the rusted prison gates that tumble by degree
Like laughin' children, one by one, they look like you and me.

(Chorus, harmonica interlude, chorus)

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THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
Woody Guthrie

Chorus:
This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the New York island,
From the red wood forest to the Gulf stream waters. This land was made for you and me.

As I was walkin' that ribbon of a highway, I saw above me that endless skyway.
I saw below me that golden valley. This land was made for you and me.

(Chorus)

I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps to the sparklin' sands of her diamond desert
And all around me a voice was sounding, "This land was made for you and me."

The sun came shining and I was strolling and the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
As the fog was lifting a voice was calling, "This land was made for you and me."

(Chorus)

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THIS MORNIN', THIS EVENIN', SO SOON
Carl Sandburg

Tell old Bill when he leaves home this mornin', tell old Bill when he leaves home this evenin',
Tell old Bill when he leaves home to let those downtown girls alone, this mornin', this evenin', so soon.

Old Sal was bakin' bread this mornin'. Old Sal was bakin' bread this evenin'.
Old Sal was bakin' bread when she got word that Bill was dead, this mornin', this evenin', so soon.

Oh, no! It can't be so this mornin'. Oh, no! It can't be so this evenin'.
Oh, no! It can't be so. My Bill left home about an hour ago, this mornin', this evenin', so soon.

They brought Bill home in a hurry-up wagon this mornin'. They brought Bill home in a hurry-up wagon this evenin'.
Brought Bill home in a hurry-up wagon. Brought Bill home with his toes a-draggin' this mornin', this evenin', so soon. This mornin', this evenin', so soon. (Repeat first verse)

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THOSE BROWN EYES
Woody Guthrie/Alan Arkin/Bob Carey/Erik Darling

One evening when the sun was low my brown eyes whispered, "I must go."
Not one second would she wait. She kissed my cheek and left my gate.

Chorus:
Those brown eyes I loved so well. Those brown eyes I long to see.
How I long for those brown eyes. Strangers they have grown to be.

One night I met her on the street. I tipped my hat but I could not speak.
Another man was by her side. Soon I thought she'd be his bride.

(Chorus)

'Twas just a year ago today, they laid my own brown eyes away.
Six long years for me she cried. It was her brother by her side.

(Chorus)

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THOSE WHO ARE WISE
John Stewart

I use to sit in the shade of an old cedar tree and I dream of the days, what they're holdin' for me.
But all those should know who gaze at the sky. It's for those who are wise. It's for those who are wise.

And the west winds would blow. They'd be singing to me. They'd say, "Look, you, out yonder, just as far as you can see."
But all those should know who gaze at the sky. It's for those who are wise. It's for those who are wise.

And the years went their way as the good years will go. But my dreams linger on in the hills of my home.
And young men should know who gaze at the sky. It is you who are wise, only you who are wise.

I used to sit in the shade of an old cedar tree.

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THREE JOLLY COACHMEN
Dave Guard

One, two, and three jolly coachmen sat at an English tavern. Three jolly coachmen sat at an English tavern,
And they decided, and they decided, and they decided to have another flagon.

Landlord, fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over. (Repeat)
For tonight we merr-I be, (Repeat twice)
Tomorrow we'll be sober. (What!)

Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to bed quite mellow! (Repeat)
He lives as he ought to live (Repeat twice)
He'll die a jolly good fellow! (Ha! Ha! Ha!)

Here's to the man who drinks water pure and goes to bed quite sober. (Repeat)
He falls as the leaves do fall, (Repeat twice)
He'll die before October! (Ho! Ho! Ho!)

Here's to the maid who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother. (Repeat)
She's a foolish, foolish thing. (Repeat twice)
For she'll not get another. (Pity!)

Here's to the maid who steals a kiss and stays to steal another. (Repeat)\
She's a boon to all man kind. (Repeat twice)
For soon she'll be a mother!

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THREE SONG
Mason Williams

Little winds sing a song of the sun in the sky and I know, like the wind, the songs will always be there.
In your hair, soft and warm, light of dawn, shining fair, in your voice, as you sing, the songs will always be there.

Little winds (in your hair) sing a song (soft and warm) of the sun (light of dawn) in the sky (shining fair)
And I know (in your voice), like the wind (as you sing), the songs will always be there.

Little wines are the kiss of the fruit from the earth and I know, there I taste surely the sweetest of all.
In your lips, sweet as dew, on the vine in the fall. The first kiss from your lips is surely the sweetest of all.

Little wines (in your lips) are the kiss (sweet as dew) of the fruit (on the vine) from the earth (in the fall)
And I know (the first kiss) there I taste (from your lips) is surely the sweetest of all.

Little stars (in your eyes) twinkle bright (like the sky) in the still (of the night) sky above (it is true)
And I know (that I love) only you (only you) wish it so to be true. Wish it so to be true.

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TIC, TIC, TIC
Rafael De Leon

Chorus:
Tic, tic, tic! Ev'rybody lookin'. Tic, tic, tic! See them all a-searchin'.
Tic, tic, tic! That's all they're hearin' but they couldn't find out where the watch was hiding.

What a confusion. A fellow lost his watch in a railway station. (Repeat)
An attractive girl named Melda was accused of being a burglar.
She had no purse, no pocket in her clothes, so where she hid the watch only goodness knows. And you hearing

(Chorus)

Under suspicion, they took her down to the police station
And they called on the matron who examined all the clothes she had on
The matron examined with care. She even made her take down her long hair.
She searched till she couldn't search no more but the watch now tickin' louder than before. And you hearing

(Chorus)

Confusion now in the station. The matron searching by inspiration.
Watch tickin' louder and louder and the matron moving up closer.
The matron convinced there's no doubt. She put her hand inside Melda's mouth.
Do you know her idea cam true? When she found the watch, it was ten to two. Still tickin'

(Chorus)

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THE TIJUANA JAIL
Denny Thompson

We went one day about a month ago (ha ha ha) to have a little fun (ah ha) in Mexico.
We ended up in a gambling spot (ha ha ha) where the liquor flowed and the dice were hot.

Chorus:
So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

I was shooting dice, raking in the dough (long green) and then I heard a whistle blow.
We started to run when a man in blue said, "Senor, come with me 'cause I want you."

(Chorus)

Just five hundred dollars and they'll set us free. I couldn't raise a penny if they threatened me.
I know five hundred don't sound like much (cheap), but just try to find somebody to touch.

(Chorus, twice)

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TO BE REDEEMED
Jane Bowers

Chorus:
You've got a hunger in your heart. You've got a thirst within your soul.
I'm gonna say, "Don't wait for another day. Get to be redeemed."

If your days are dark and your night times are worse. You better read the good book and memorize you a verse.
Some seeds need a-weedin'. Some falls on stone, but the seed that falls on good ground the Lord will call his own.

(Chorus)

Old Noah built an ark and they laughed down the line, but when the flood come, well, old Noah was fine.
If it was to flood now and Gabriel blow'd his horn, where'd you hide your guilty hands with all your pockets gone?

(Chorus)

It's confusion here and the wicked seem to win but the Lord's keepin' tally on the wages of sin.
Whereabouts is your profit? What good is your goal if you win the whole wide world and lose your ever lasting soul?

(Chorus)

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TOM DOOLEY
Frank Warner/John Lomax/Alan Lomax

(Spoken recitation over musical accompaniment)
Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.

Chorus:
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound to die.

I met her on the mountain. There I took her life. Met her on the mountain. Stabbed her with my knife.

(Chorus)

This time tomorrow. Reckon where I'll be. Hadn't-a been for Grayson, I'd-a been in Tennessee.

(Chorus)

This time tomorrow. Reckon where I'll be. Down in some lonesome valley hangin' from a white oak tree.

(Chorus)

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TO MORROW
Bob Gibson

I started on a journey about a year ago to a little town called Morrow in the State of Ohio.
I've never been much of a traveler, and I really didn't know that Morrow was the hardest place I'd ever try to go.

So I went down to the station for my ticket and applied for tips regarding Morrow not expecting to be guyed.
Said I, "My friend, I'd like to go to Morrow and return no later than tomorrow for I haven't time to burn."

Said he to me, "Now let me see if I have heard you right. You'd like to go to Morrow and return tomorrow night.
You should have gone to Morrow yesterday and back today for the train that goes to Morrow is a mile upon its way.

If you had gone to Morrow yesterday now don't you see, you could have gone to Morrow and returned today at three
For the train today to Morrow, if the schedule is right, today it goes to Morrow and returns tomorrow night."

Said I, "My friend, it seems to me you're talking through your hat. There is a town named Morrow on the line now tell me that."
"There is," said he, "but take me a quiet little tip. To go from here to Morrow is a fourteen hour trip.

The train today to Morrow leaves today at eight thirty-five. At half-past ten to Morrow is the time it should arrive.
So if from here to Morrow is a fourteen hour jump, can you go today to Morrow and get back today, you chump?"

Said I, "I'd like to go to Morrow so can I go today and get to Morrow by tonight if there is no delay?"
"Well, well," said he to me, "and I've got no more to say. Can't get anywhere tomorrow and get back again today."

Said I, "I guess you know it all but kindly let me say, how can I get to Morrow if I leave this town today?"
Said he, "You cannot go to Morrow any more today 'cause the train that goes to Morrow is a mile upon its way."

I was so disappointed. I was mad enough to swear. The train had gone to Morrow and had left me standing there.
That man was right in telling me that I was a-howling jay. I could not go to Morrow so I guess in town I'll stay.

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TOMORROW IS A LONG TIME
Bob Dylan

If today was not an endless highway. If tonight was not a crooked trail.
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all.

Chorus:
Yes' 'n' only if my own true love was waiting; if I could hear her heart softly pounding.
Only if she were lying by me, I'd lie in my bed once again.

I can't see my reflection in the water. Can't speak the sounds that show no pain.
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps. Can't remember the sound of my own name.

(Chorus)

There's beauty in the silver singing river. There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky.
But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty that I remember in my true love's eyes.

(Chorus)

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TRY TO REMEMBER
Harvy Schmidt/Tom Jones

Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so, mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain so yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September when you were a young and callow fellow.
Try to remember and if you remember, then follow, follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender that no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender that dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender that love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember and if you remember, then follow, follow.

Deep in December it's nice to remember although you know the snow will follow
Deep in December it's nice to remember without a hurt the heart is hollow
Deep in December it's nice to remember the fire of September that made you mellow
Deep in December our hearts should remember and follow, follow. Follow.

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TURN AROUND
Malvina Reynolds/Allen Greene/Harry Belafonte

Where are you going, my little one, little one? Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you're two. Turn around and you're four. Turn around and you're a young girl going out of the door.

Turn around. Turn around. Turn around and you're a young girl going out of the door.

Where are you going, my little one, little one? Little dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone?
Turn around and you're tiny. Turn around and you're grown. Turn around and you're a your wife with babes of your own.

Turn around. Turn around. Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own. (Repeat line)

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TWO-TEN, SIX-EIGHTEEN
Rod McKuen

I've been away so long. Fought a war that's come and gone. Doesn't anybody know my name?
My sister's up and wed and mama's took to bed. Doesn't anybody know my name?

Chorus:
Please tell me, if you can. What time do the trains roll in? Two-ten, six-eighteen, ten forty-four.

The hedge is turning brown and the fence is falling down. Doesn't anybody know my name?
The girl I left behind has gone to Caroline. Doesn't anybody know my name?

(Chorus)

Fought that war across the sea. Almost died to keep us free. Doesn't anybody know my name?
Now I'm home and no one cares. Seems that trouble's are only theirs. Doesn't anybody know my name?

(Chorus)

Doesn't anybody know my name?

THE UNFORTUNATE MISS BAILEY
Lou Gottlieb

In seventeen forty-two, it was customary in the township of Halifax, for a gentleman to partake occasionally of ratafia which was--a light-flavored liquer of amazing potency--which originated in Middlesex and which we suppose is the reason for this song.

Chorus:
Oh, Miss Bailey! Unfortunate, Miss Bailey!

A captain bold in Halifax, who dwelt in country quarters, seduced a maid who hung herself one Monday in her garters.
His wicked conscience smitted him. He lost his stomach daily. He took to drinking ratafia and tho't upon Miss Bailey.

(Chorus)

One night betimes he went to bed for he had caught the fever. Said he, "I am a handsome man and I'm a gay deceiver."
His candle just a twelve o'clock began to burn quite palely. A ghost stepped up to his bedside and said, "Behold, Miss Bailey!"

(Chorus)

"Avast, Miss Bailey," then he cried, "you can't affright me, really." "Dear Captain Smith," the ghost replied, "you used me ungenteelly.
The coroner's quest goes hard with me because I've acted freely and Parson Biggs won't bury me tho' I'm a dead Miss Bailey."

(Chorus)

"Dear Ma'am," says he, "since you and I must once for all accounts close, I have a one pound note in my regimental small clothes.
'Twill bribe the sexton for your grave." The ghost then answered gaily, "Bless you, wicked Captain Smith, remember poor Miss Bailey!"

(Chorus)

"All's well that ends well, I suppose."

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UTA WENA
Nick Reynolds/Adam Yagodka

Ameniza bala la la, ameniza bala la, la, ameniza bala la, la, ameniza bala la.

(Counter melody)
Uta wena, uta wena, bawo we the uka da a banto kwakho. Waba dala, waba dala baba bini, bayindo da ne nha zana.

Wali the the ne loli silli, semi yo kwa anamklanje. Umntu maka, umntu maka, shiyn yise amanya nay nomfay wakay.

VERANDAH OF MILLIUM AUGUST
John Stewart/Randy Cierley

The yellow window's hanging on the bed across the wall
Well, always in the morning the yellowest of all
And the faces of the people in the window look so small
And the faces in the morning were the peoplest of all
Standing on the verandah of Millium August.

I love to watch the spider in the horn of the Victrola
And the window I have colored with a burnt umber crayola
The chairs are musty horses with someone else's odor
And somewhere in the cushion is a secret ring decoder
Standing on the verandah of Millum August.

While I'm turning cartwheels, the kaleidoscope is singing
And somewhere in the distance someone else's phone is ringing
There are rugs upon the ceiling, there are lamps upon the floor
And renaissance wallpaper they put across the door
The house has been torn down and everyone has gone
And I am held a prisoner on a cemetary lawn
Standing on the verandah of Millium August.

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