1. |
Bowling Green
02:14
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Wish I was in Bowling Green sittin’ in my chair
One arm around my whiskey keg
The other round my dear
Other round my dear, oh Bowling Green
Oh, good old Bowling Green.
If I was a bumblebee sailing thru the air
Take my true love by my side
Touch him if you dare
Touch him if you dare, oh Bowling Green
Oh, good old Bowling Green.
If you see that gal of mine tell her once for me
If she loves another man
I'll set her free
I'll set her free, oh Bowling Green
Oh, good old Bowling Green.
Sailing thru this whole wide world, sailing thru alone
Sailing thru this whole wide world
Aint got no home,
Aint got no home, oh Bowling Green
Oh, good old Bowling Green.
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2. |
St. Louis Blues
03:34
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Hey hey hey
Can’t you see that evening sun go down, oh lord
Lord I hate to see that evening sun go down
Lord it makes me think I’m on my last go round, oh lord
Lord the Saint Louis women with all their diamond rings
They lead a man around tied to their apron stings - pron strings
I got the Saint Louis blues just as blue as I can be, oh lord
Lord a gal got a heart like a rock down in the sea
Or she would not have gone so doggone far from me, oh
I’m feeling tomorrow just like a feel today
If I’m feeling tomorrow just like I feel today
I’m gonna pack up my grip
and make my getaway - Doggone
Lord I love my honey like a schoolgirl loves her pie
Lord I love my honey like a schoolgirl loves her pie
But she went and told
Me a doggone barefaced lie, oh lord
Lord the Saint Louis women with all their diamond rings
They lead a man around tied to their apron strings - pron strings
I got the Saint Louis blues just as blue as I can be, oh lord
Lord a gal got a heart like a rock down in the sea
Or she would not have gone so doggone far from me -ee ayee ayee oh lord, lord lord.
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3. |
Fugitive's Lament
03:06
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I hear the sad howling of coyotes prowling
It sounds so mournful to me
It brings back memories of cherished loved ones
The ones I’m longing to see.
CHO: I’m riding along out on the lone prairie
The rangers are searching for me
I’m riding away from my home in Texas
A fugitive ever to be.
I had a good mother I had a good father
They handed a warning to me
The men that I ran with committed a murder
And laid the blame on me.
Little Maggie my sweetheart I know she’s lonesome
And longs for me to return
My happiness ended the night we parted
And now for her I yearn.
How lonely how dreary with nothing to cheer me
My thoughts go stealing back home
My life of sadness will never know gladness
I’m branded forever to roam.
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4. |
Oh Blue
02:24
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Had a dog and his name was Blue
Bet your life he's a rounder too-
Oh Blue, Blue, Blue, oh Blue
Every night just about good dark
Blue goes out and begins to bark...
Everything got in a rush
Blue treed a possum up a white oak bush...
Possum walked out on the end of a limb
Blue sat down and he talked to him....
Blue got sick and very sick
Sent for the doctor to come quick...
Doctor come and he come in a run
Says oh Blue your hunting's done...
Blue died and he died so hard
Scratched little holes all around in the yard....
Laid him out in a shady place
Covered him over with a possum's face...
Dug his grave with a silver spade
Let him down with a golden string...
When I get to heaven I'll tell you what I'll do
I'll tip my horn and I'll blow for Blue...
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5. |
Old Bunch of Keys
02:43
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6. |
Sugar Baby
03:08
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I got no sugar baby now
I got no honey baby now.
I’ve done all I can do for to see peace with you
I can’t get along thisaway
I can’t make a living thisaway.
I got no sugar baby now
I got no honey baby now.
I’ve done all I can do, I’ve said all I can say
I can’t make a living thisaway
I can’t get along thisaway.
I got no honey baby now
I got no sugar baby now.
Got no use for your red rocking chair
I got no sugar baby now
I got no honey baby now.
Laid her in the shade, gave her every dime I made
What more could a poor boy do
What more could a poor boy do.
Done all I can do, I’ve said all I can say
I’ll send you to your mama next payday
Send you to your mama next payday.
I got no sugar baby now
I got no honey baby now.
Who’ll rock the cradle, who’ll sing the song
Who’ll rock the cradle when I’m gone
Who’ll rock the cradle when I’m gone.
I’ll rock the cradle, I’ll sing the song
I’ll rock the cradle when you’re gone
Got no sugar baby now.
I’ve got no honey baby now,
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7. |
Dear Companion
02:43
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O have you seen my dear companion
For he was all this world to me
I hear he's gone to some far country
And that he cares no more for me.
I wish I were some swallow flying
I'd fly to a high and lonesome place
I'd join the wild birds in their crying
Thinking of you and your sweet face.
O have you seen my dear companion
For he was all this world to me
But now the stars have taurned against me
And he cares no more for me.
O when the dark is on the mountain
And all the world has gone to sleep
I will go down to the fair broad waters
And I'll lay me down and weep.
O have you seen my dear companion
O have you seen my dear companion
O have you seen my dear companion
He was all this world to me.
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8. |
Doggin' In the U.S. Mail
02:07
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I don’t make a lot of money and things are not so funny
Cause I’m workin’ for the government
But I had a little luck cause I drive a big truck
And I’ve never had an accident.
Well at any time of day, I get the right of way
So you’d better keep off my tail
I got a big obligation to the whole darn nation
Cause I’m a-doggin’ in the U.S. mail.
I’ve got a letter for a preacher, and a parcel for a teacher
An envelope from Birmingham
Box full of dishes written best wishes
And a check from Uncle Sam
I got a lawyers letter and a mail order sweater
And a note from a guy in jail
I got a big travelog and brand new catalog
And I’m doggin’ in the US mail.
I don’t have an education but I know the regulations
So I gotta dog it in on time
All the fellas at the station, they know the situation
When they hear my diesel whine
So its better not to tarry for the girl I’m going to marry
Is a-fallin’ for me tooth and nail
I’m pretty well respected for no one’s been neglected
I’m a-doggin’ in the US mail.
Now everything is sorted and speed transported
And tomorrow I’ll be back for more
For we all work together in any kind of weather
Just to bring the mail to your door.
While everybody’s sleepin’ I’ll still be a-keepin’
This mail truck on the trail
So don’t you get too nervous I’ll give you good service
I’m a-doggin’ in the US mail.
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I was just a little skinny girl out California way
Turned up my nose at baby dolls, play house and fancy clothes
All I wanted in the whole world was to ride the western range
And to count myself a friend to Mateo
Oh he was a cowboy come up from Mexico
I never asked him how or why he came
But the days I spent there by his side were the happiest days of all
Y quiero decir gracias á Mateo
So early in the morning we’d saddle up and ride
Across the summer brown fields and California hills
And he showed me how to walk that horse and how to make him fly
He never said ‘you can’t’ he just showed me how to try
So I’m a-settin here a thinking on all the things I’d like to say
About my friend who’s gone now like the fields where we rode
No, I don’t know where he went to, but if he should hear my song
Well, I hope he’ll stop and smile as he rides on.
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10. |
Love Was the Price
02:19
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Forgotten, forgotten
Can no longer see
My eyes have gone blind, my soul can’t feel
The love we once had like a bird fallen down
Once gliding and soaring, now dyin' on the ground
Nothin to hold it, no nowhere to go
Just down to the marshes to lay and grow cold.
And it wasn’t in May,
No it wasn’t December
The place that love ended had no name and no number
One by one the doors closed and the walls grew higher
Torment the seller and destruction the buyer
Til neither knew how, til neither knew why
Just knew it was done and that love was the price.
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11. |
Needmore
02:12
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12. |
Pretty Polly
03:59
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I used to be a rounder I’ve stayed around in town
I courted pretty Polly, such beauty’s never been found.
Polly pretty Polly come go along with me
Before we get married some pleasure to see.
She got up behind him and away they did go
Over the hills to the valleys so low.
They went a piece farther and what did they spy
A new dug grave with a spade lying by.
Oh Willie sweet Willie I’m afraid of your ways
Afraid you will lead my poor body astray
Polly pretty Polly you’re guessin’ about right
I dug on your grave the biggest part of last night
He stabbed her to the heart and her heart’s blood did flow
And into the grave pretty Polly did go.
He threw some dirt over her and turned away to go
Leavin nothing but the wild birds and turtle doves to mourn.
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13. |
Gone to View That Land
02:20
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My mother’s gone to view that land, to view that land, to view that land
My mother’s gone to view that land
And sing them cheeriful songs.
Way over yonder on the other side of Jordan
Way over yonder and singin’ them cheeriful songs
My father’s gone to view that land….
I always thought to view that land…
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14. |
New Freedom March
02:35
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In my dear old southern home
I was happy as I could be
Where the mocking birds sing at night while I rest
In the little old log cabin by the sea.
(yodel)
There was mother and dear old dad
When I left I know it made them sad
So I'm going back to that dear old shack
Where I spent my happy days as a lad.
(yodel)
Goodbye friends I'm leaving today
Goodbye friends I'm going away
I'll be happy as can be by my dear old mother's knee
In that little old log cabin by the sea.
(yodel)
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16. |
Coal Miner's Blues
03:14
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SOME BLUES ARE JUST BLUES
MINE ARE THE MINER'S BLUES
MY TROUBLES ARE COMING
BY THREES AND BY TWOS
BLUES & MORE BLUES
IT'S THAT COAL BLACK BLUES
GOT COAL IN MY HAIR
GOT COAL IN MY SHOES
YOU SAY THEY ARE BLUES
THESE OLD MINER'S BLUES
NOW I MUST HAVE SHARPENED
THESE PICKS THAT I USE
THESE BLUES ARE SO BLUE
THEY ARE THE DOAL BLACK BLUES
MY PLACE WILL CAVE IN
MY LIFE I WILL LOSE.
I’M OUT WITH THESE BLUES
THE DIRTY COAL BLACK BLUES
WE’LL LAY OFF TOMORROW
WITH THE COAL MINER'S BLUES.
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17. |
Victory Rag
01:58
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18. |
Black Waters
04:43
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I come from the mountains, Kentucky’s my home
Where the wild deer and the blackbird so lately did roam
By the cool rushing waterfalls the wild flowers dream
And through every green valley there runs a clear stream
Now there’s scenes of destruction on every hand
And there’s only black waters run down through my land.
Sad scenes of destruction on every hand
Black waters, black waters, run down through the land.
Now the quail she’s a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue
In the midst of tall timber she nests with her young
But the hillside explodes with the dynamite’s roar
And the voices of the small birds will sound there no more
And the hillside comes sliding so awful and grand
While the poisonous waters rise over the land
Sad scenes of destruction on every hand
Black waters, black waters run down through the land.
In the rising of the springtime we planted our corn
In the ending of the springtime we buried our son
In the summer come a nice man, says everything’s fine
My employer just requires a way to his mine
Then they threw down the mountain and buried my corn
And the grave on the hillside’s a mile further down
And the man stands and talks with his hat in his hand
While the flooding black waters run down through the land
Sad scenes of destruction on every hand
Black waters, black waters run down through the land.
Now I don’t have much money and not much of a home
Now I own my own land but my land’s not my own
But if I had 10 million somewhere thereabouts
I’d buy Perry County and I’d run ‘em all out
And I’d sit on the bank with my bait and my can
And I’d watch the clear waters run down through my land
Now wouldn’t that be like the old promised land
Black waters, black waters no more in my land.
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19. |
Private John Q
01:44
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Well I read it in the papers and I see in the television
Everybody’s worrying about World War 3
Here I am a single boy, unemployed and everything
Somebody’d better stop and worry about me.
CHO:
Can’t you just see me now, chin up chest out
Hup 2,3,4 all day through
Everybody seems to be worryin’ ‘bout something or other
Who’s gonna worry about Private John Q.
When I was a little boy I used to sit and dream of traveling
To lots of foreign countries and sight seeing tours
The way things look better stop saving money
Maybe go free sponsored by a third world war
Sometimes I get disheartened tryin’ to even think about it
Heaven knowns it’s hard to keep from lettin’ it get me down
But I’ll stand proud when everybody else will be
Runnin’ helter skelter for their shelter underground
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20. |
Buckdancer's Choice
01:57
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21. |
Sunny Side of Life
02:22
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There’s a sunny side where no ills betide
On the road that we must go
There are pleasant vales, fertile hills and dales
Pretty flowers ever grow.
CHO:
O the happy (happy) sunny (sunny) pretty rolling dales
Where the sweetest (sweetest joy and gladness) gladness ever there prevails
Where the sunshine (ever) lingers (on the grand majstic hills) on the hills
On the happy sunny side of life.
There are shady dales where no gladness dwells
And the clouds obstruct the view
But a brighter way like the light of day
Is awaiting now for you.
Let us sing a song as we go along
Let us banish care & strife
That the world may know as we onward go
There’s a sunny side of life.
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22. |
You Done Me Wrong
01:58
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WELL YOU TELL ME THAT YOU CARE, BUT NOW YOU’RE GONE
YOU GOT ME CRYING
NO USE DENYING
YOU DONE ME WRONG.
IF I COULD LOOK INSIDE YOUR HEART, MAYBE I
COULD FIND A REASON
WHY YOU ARE LEAVING
ME ALL ALONE.
CHO: WELL YOU KNOW IT’S NOT SO
WHEN YOU SAY YOU TRIED, YOU KNOW YOU LIED
I DIDN’T DO ONE WRONG THING TO YOU-- (STOP)
WON’T YOU TELL ME BABY, WHY, YOU WENT & LEFT
ME HERE SO LONELY,
I MISS YOU ONLY,
I LOVE YOU SO.
(BREAK – STOP)
DID I EVER MAKE YOU SAD SO YOU’D BE MAD
ENOUGH TO HURT ME,
& DESERT ME
FOR SO LONG.
WELL YOU’RE TELLIN EVERYONE WHAT YOU DONE
YOU THINK IT’S FUNNY
WELL LISTEN HONEY
YOU DONE ME WRONG. ( CHO / 1X BRK / CHO / OUT W/GTR)
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23. |
The Death of Queen Jane
01:44
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Well Jane was in labor for 3 days or more
She grieved and she grieved and she grieved her heart sore
She sent for her mother, her mother came o'er
Said the red rose of England shall flourish no more
Well Jane was in labor for 3 days or 4
She grieved and she grieved and she grieved her heart sore
She sent for her father, her father came o'er
Said the red rose of England shall flourish no more
Well Jane was in labor for 4 days or more
She grieved and she grieved and she grieved her heart sore
She sent for her Prince Henry, Prince Henry came o'er
Said the red rose of England shall flourish no more.
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Sometimes I feel like a motherlesss child (3x)
Lord, I know my time ain't long
Lord, lord, I know my time ain't long.
Sometimes I feel like I have no friends (3x)
Lord, I know my time ain't long
Lord, lord, I know my time ain't long.
Sometimes I feel like I have no home (3x)
Lord, I know my time ain't long.
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25. |
Sweet Sunny South
03:38
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Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
To the sweet sunny south take me home
Where the mocking birds sing me to sleep every night
Oh why was I tempted to roam.
I think with regret of the dear home I've left
Of the warm hearts that sheltered me there
Of wife and of dear ones of whom I'm bereft
For the old place again do I sigh.
Take me home to the place where the orange trees grow
To my plot in the evergreen shade
Where the flowers on the rivers green margins did grow
They are sweet on the banks where we played.
Oh the path to our cottage they say has grown free
And the place is quite lonely around
And I know that the smiles and the forms I once knew
Now lie neath the dark mossy ground.
But yet I return to the place of my birth
Where the children have played round the door
Where they gathered wild blossoms that grow round the path
They will echo our footsteps no more.
Take me home, let me see what is left that I knew
Can it be that the old house is gone
Dear friends of my childhood indeed must be few
And I must face death all alone.
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26. |
Flatwoods
01:18
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Alice Gerrard Durham, North Carolina
A singer and songwriter, Alice’s recordings with Hazel Dickens during the 1960s and ’70s influenced a generation of women musicians from Laurie Lewis to the Judds. Nominated for a Grammy in 2015, she was inducted into the International Bluegrass Music Assoc. Hall of Fame in 2017. A documentary film about Alice, "You Gave Me a Song" premiered at the Full Frame Independent Film Festival in 2019. ... more
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