| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| - | 
|
|||
|
Well, Old Dan Tucker, was a fine old man,
Washed his face in a frying pan Combed his hair with a wagon wheel And died with a toothache in his heel Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper. Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper. Old Dan Tucker, he'd come to town Riding a billy goat, leading a hound The hound dog barked, the billy goat jumped Landed 'Ol Tucker on a stump! Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper Now Old Dan Tucker got drunk and fell In the fire and kicked up holy hell A red-hot coal fell in his shoe And oh my Lord the ashes flew Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper Now old Dan Tucker has come to town Swinging them ladies all around First to the right and then to the left Then to the gal that he loves best Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker, You're too late to get your supper |
||||||
| 2. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man,
He robbed the Glendale train, He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor, He'd a hand and a heart and a brain. Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward, I wonder now how he feels, For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed, Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave. Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children now they were brave Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He laid poor Jesse in his grave Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor, He'd never rob a mother or a child There never was a man with the law in his hand That could take Jesse James alive It was on a Saturday night and the moon was shining bright, They robbed the Glendale train, And people they did say o'er many miles away It was those outlaws,Ther're Frank and Jesse James Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children now they were brave Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He laid poor Jesse in his grave Now the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death, And wondered how he ever came to fall Robert Ford,It was a fact, he shot Jesse in the back While Jesse hung a picture on the wall Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast, The devil will be upon his knee. He was born one day in the County Clay, And he came from a solitary race. Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children now they were brave Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He laid poor Jesse in his grave |
||||||
| 3. |
| - |
|
|||
|
"Oh, Mrs McGrath," the sergeant said
"Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat Oh, Mrs McGrath, wouldn't you like that?" With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a Now, Mrs McGrath lived on the shore And after seven years or more She spied a ship coming into the bay With her son from far away "Oh captain dear, where have you been You've been sailing the Mediterranean Have you news of my son Ted Is he living or is he dead?" With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a Up came Ted without any legs And in their place, two wooden pegs, She kissed him a dozen times or two And said "My god, Ted is it you" "Now were you drunk or were you blind When you left your two fine legs behind Or was it walking upon the sea That wore your two fine legs away?" With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a "No, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind When I left my two fine legs behind A cannon ball on the fifth of May Tore my two fine legs away" "Oh, Teddyboy," the widow cried "Your two fine legs were your mothers pride Stumps of a tree won't do at all Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?" With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a "All foreign wars I do proclaim live on the blood and the mothers pain I'd rather have my son as he used to be Than the King of America and his whole navy" With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a |
||||||
| 4. |
| - | 
|
|||
| 5. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Well, John Henry was a little baby
Sittin' on his dady's knee He pick up a hammer and a little piece of steel, And cried, "Hammer's gonna be the death of me, Lord, Lord Hammer's gonna be the death of me" Now the captain he said to John Henry, "I'm gonna bring that steam drill 'round I'm gonna bring that steam drill out on these tracks I'm gonna knock that steel on down, God, God I'm Gonna knock that steel on down" John Henry told his captain, "Lord, man ain't nothin' but a man Before I let that steam drill beat me down I'm gonna die with a hammer in my hand, Lord, Lord Die with a hammer in my hand" John Henry driving on the right side That steam drill driving on the left Says, "Before I'll let your steam drill beat me down I'm gonna hammer myself to death, Lord, Lord I'll hammer my fool self to death" Well, Captain said to John Henry, "What is that storm I hear?" John Henry said, "That ain't no storm Captain, that's just my hammer in the air, Lord, Lord That's just my hammer in the air" John Henry said to his shaker "Shaker, why don't you sing? 'Cause I'm swigin' thirty pounds from my hips on down Yeah, listen to my cold steel ring, Lord, Lord Listen to my cold steel ring" That John Henry, he hammered in the mountains His hammer was striking fire But he worked so hard, he broke his heart John Henry and his hammer had died, Lord, Lord John Henry laid down his hammer and died Well, now John Henry, he had him a woman By name of Polly Ann She walked down to those tracks, picked up John Henry's hammer Polly drove steel like a man, Lord, Lord Polly drove that steel like a man Well every, every Monday morning When the bluebird, he began to sing You can hear John Henry from a mile or more You can hear John Henry's hammer ring, Lord, Lord You can hear John Henry's hammer ring I say you can hear John Henry's hammer ring, Lord, Lord You can hear John Henry's hammer ring Come on! Woah! |
||||||
| 6. |
| - |
|
|||
| 7. |
| - |
|
|||
|
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder Yeah we're brothers, sisters, all Every rung goes higher and higher Every rung goes higher and higher Every rung goes higher and higher We are brothers, sisters, all Every new rung just, just makes us stronger Every new rung just, just makes us stronger Every new rung just, just makes us stronger Yeah we are brothers, and sisters, all Yeah we are climbing Jacob's ladder Yeah we are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are brothers, sisters, and all We are climbing higher and higher Yeah we are climbing higher and higher Yeah we are climbing higher and higher Yeah we are brothers, and sisters, and all We are climbing, climbing Jacob's ladder Yeah we are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are brothers, sisters, and all |
||||||
| 8. |
| - |
|
|||
|
When they opened up the strip I was young and full of zip,
I wanted some place to call my own And so I made the race, and staked me out a place, And settled down along the Cimarron It blowed away, it blowed away, My Oklahoma home, it blowed away Well it looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there, But my Oklahoma home, it blowed away I planted wheat and oats, got some chickens and some shoats, Aimed to have some ham and eggs to feed my face Got a mule to pull the plow, got an old red muley cow And I also got a fancy mortgage on the place It blowed away, it blowed away, All the crops I planted blowed away Well you can't grow any grain if you ain't got any rain; Everything except the mortgage blowed away It looked so green and fair, when I built my shanty there, I figured I was all set for life I put on my Sunday best with my fancy scalloped vest And went to town and picked me out a wife She blowed away, she blowed away My Oklahoma woman blowed away Mister as I bent and kissed her, she was picked up by a twister; My Oklahoma woman blowed away Well then I was left alone a-listenin' to the moan Of the wind around the corners of my shack; So I took off down the road when the south wind blowed, A-travelin' with the wind upon my back I blowed away, I blowed away Chasin that dust cloud up ahead Once it looked so green and fair, now it's up there in the air; My Oklahoma farm is overhead Now I'm always close to home no matter where I roam, For Oklahoma dust is everywhere Makes no difference where I'm walkin', I can hear my chickens squawkin' I can hear my wife a-talkin' in the air It blowed away, it blowed away, My Oklahoma home blowed away But my home is always near; it's in the atmosphere, My Oklahoma home that blowed away Now I'm a roamin' Oklahoman, but I'm always close to home And I'll never get homesick 'til I die Cause no matter where I'm found, my home is all around; My Oklahoma home is in the sky It blowed away, it blowed away, My farm down upon the Cimarron Well now all around the world, wherever dust is whirled, There's some from my Oklahoma home It blowed away, it blowed away, Yeah my Oklahoma home blowed away. Yes it's up there in the sky in that dust cloud rolling by, my Oklahoma home is blowed away Well its blowed away, it blowed away, My Oklahoma home blowed away. It's up there in the sky in that dust cloud rolling by, my Oklahoma home is in the sky |
||||||
| 9. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Paul and Silas were bound in jail
Had no money for to go their bail Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Paul and Silas thought they were lost Dungeon shook and the chains come off Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Freedom's name is mighty sweet And soon we're goin' to meet Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on I got my hand on the gospel plow Wouldn't take nothing for my journey now Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on The only chains that a man can stand Is that chains of hand on hand Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on I'm gonna board that big greyhound Carry the love from town to town Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Now only thing I did was wrong Stayin' in the wilderness too long Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on The only thing we did was right Was the day we started to fight Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on The only thing we did was wrong Staying in the wilderness much too long Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on The only thing we did was right Was the day we started to fight Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Ain't been to heaven but I been told Streets up there are paved with gold |
||||||
| 10. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Away you rolling river I'll take her across the water Away, I'm bound away Cross the wide Missouri My Shenandoah, I long to meet you Away you rolling river I'll not deceive you Away, away Cross the wide Missouri For seven years I've been a rollin' Away you rolling river Seven years I've been a rollin' Away, I'm bound away Cross the wide Missouri Shenandoah, I love your daughter The way you rolling river I'll take her across the water Away, bound away Cross the wide Missouri |
||||||
| 11. |
| - |
|
|||
|
I thought I heard the captain say
Pay me my money down Tomorrow is our sailing day Pay me my money down Pay me, pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down As soon as the boat was clear of the bar Pay me my money down He knocked me down with a spar Pay me my money down Pay me, pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down Well, If I'd been a rich man's son Pay me my money down I'd sit on the river and watch it run Pay me my money down Pay me, pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down I wish I was Mr. Gates Pay me my money down They'd haul my money in a crate Pay me my money down Pay me, pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down Well, forty nights, and nights at sea Pay me my money down That captain worked every last dollar outta me. Pay me my money down Pay me, pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down |
||||||
| 12. |
| - |
|
|||
| 13. |
| - |
|
|||
| 14. |
| - |
|
|||
|
As I was walking down the street
Down the street, down the street A pretty girl I chanced to meet And we danced by the light of the moon Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight And we'll dance by the light of the moon Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight And we'll dance by the light of the moon Well, I danced with a Dolly with a hole in her stocking And her knees was a'knockin' and the band kept a'rockin' Well, I danced with a Dolly with a hole in her stocking And we danced by the light of the moon Well, I danced with a Dolly with a hole in her stocking And her knees was a'knockin' and the band kept a'rockin' Well, I danced with a Dolly with a hole in her stocking And we danced by the light of the moon As I was walking down the street Down the street, down the street A pretty little girl I chanced to meet And we danced by the light of the moon As I was coming down the street Down the street, down the street An ugly little thing I chanced to meet We danced by the light of the moon I danced with a Dolly with a hole in her stocking And her knees was a'knockin' and the band kept a'rockin' Well, I danced with a Dolly with a hole in her stocking And we danced by the light of the moon Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight And we'll dance by the light of the moon Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight And we'll dance by the light of the moon Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight And we'll dance by the light of the moon |
||||||
| 15. |
| - |
|
|||
|
My life goes on in endless song
Above earth's lamentation. I hear the real, though, far off hymn That hails the new creation What through the tempest loudly roars, I hear the truth, it liveth. What through the darkness round me close, Songs in the night it giveth. When tyrants tremble, sick with fear, And hear their death-knell ringing, When friends rejoice both far and near, How can I keep from singing? No storm can shake my inmost calm While to that rock I'm clinging. Since love is lord of Heaven and earth How can I keep from singing? |
||||||
| 16. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Well, the doctor comes 'round here with his face all bright
And he says "in a little while you'll be alright" All he gives is a humbug pill, a dose of dope and a great big bill Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? "Me and my old school pals had some mighty high times down here And what happened to you poor black folks, well it just ain't fair" He took a look around, gave a little pep talk, said "I'm with you" then he took a little walk Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? There's bodies floatin' on Canal and the levees gone to Hell Martha, get me my sixteen gauge and some dry shells Them who's got got out of town and them who ain't got left to drown Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? Go ahead! Got family scattered from Texas all the way to Baltimore Yeah and I ain't got no home in this world no more Gonna be a judgment that's a fact, a righteous train rollin' down this track Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live? |
||||||
| 17. |
| - |
|
|||
| 18. |
| - |
|
|||
|
(Welcome friends! Alright, hello New York. Hit it Larry! Alright, we got a... immigrant song for New York City.)
What is this land of America, so many travel there I'm going now while I'm still young, my darling meet me there Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can And we'll make our home in the American land Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees Gold comes rushing out the river straight into your hands If you make your home in the American land There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there's gutters lined in song Dear, I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who will make his home in the American land I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spire I wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands And I made my home in the American land There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who will make his home in the American land The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis too The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews The Puerto Ricans, illegals, the Asians, Arabs miles from home Come across the water with a fire down below They died building the railroads, worked to bones and skin They died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the wind They died to get here a hundred years ago, they're dyin' now The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who will make his home in the American land Who will make his home in the American land Who will make his home in the American land (For all you travelers out there!) |
||||||
| Disc 2 | ||||||
| 1. |
| - |
|
|||
|
