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Beneath the Willow
03:27
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My heart is sad and I am lonesome
For the only one I love
When will I see you, oh oh, never
Till We meet in heaven above
CHORUS:
O bury me beneath the willow
Under the weeping willow tree
So you will know where I am sleeping
And perhaps you’ll weep for me.
You told me that you loved me dearly
How could I believe you untrue
Until an angel softly whispered
They have proven untrue to you.
Tomorrow was our wedding day
Oh god, oh god, where can you be
You’re gone, you’re gone to wed another
You no longer care for me.
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2. |
Lazy John
02:59
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I got a gal that lives down the road
Teeth are crooked and her legs are bowed
But she sure is a lot of fun
Why don’t ya get along Lazy John
Lazy John, Lazy John
When ya gonna get yourdays work all done
You’re in the shade and I’m in the Sun
Why don’t ya getlong Lazy John
Wait all week for Friday night
Moon comes out and I’m feeling right
Then I’m in my baby’s arms
Why don’t ya get along Lazy John
Lazy John, Lazy John
When ya gonna get your days work all done
You’re in the shade and I’m in the Sun
Why don’t ya get along Lazy John
Work all week for 15 cents
Saturday Night I go to the Dance
Then I bring my baby home
Why don’t ya get along Lazy John
Lazy John, Lazy John
When ya gonna get your days work all done
You’re in the shade and I’m in the Sun
Why don’t ya get along Lazy John
Lazy John, Lazy John
When ya gonna get your days work all done
You’re in the shade and I’m in the Sun
Why don’t ya get along Lazy John
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3. |
The Devil's Nine
04:37
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Now you must answer my questions nine
Sing ninety-nine and ninety,
Or you aren't God's you are one of mine
And who is the weaver's bonny?
What is whiter than a milk?
Sing ninety-nine and ninety;
And what is softer than a silk?
And who is the weaver's bonny?
Snow is whiter than a milk,
Sing ninety-nine and ninety;
And down is softer than a silk,
And I am the weaver's bonny.
What is louder than a horn?
Sing ninety-nine and ninety;
And what is sharper than a thorn?
And who is the weaver's bonny?
Thunder's louder than a horn,
Sing ninety-nine and ninety ;
And death is sharper than a thorn,
And I am the weaver's bonny.
What is higher than a tree?
Sing ninety-nine and ninety;
And what is deeper than the sea?
And who is the weaver's bonny?
Heaven is higher than a tree,
Sing ninety-nine and ninety;
And hell is deeper than the sea,
And I am the weaver's bonny
What's more innocent than a lamb?
Sing ninety-nine and ninety;
What is meaner than humankind?
And who is the weaver's bonny?
A babe's more innocent than a lamb,
Sing ninety-nine and ninety;
And the devil is meaner than human kind,
And I am the weaver's bonny.
You have answered my questions nine,
Sing ninety-nine and ninety;
So you are God's, you are none of mine,
And you are the weaver's bonny.
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4. |
Cuckoo Bird
04:06
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Gonna build me log cabin
On a mountain so high
So I can, see Willie
As he goes walking by
Oh, the coo-coo, she’s a pretty bird
And She wobbles as she flies
She’ll never say coo-coo
Till the fourth day of July
Oh I’ve played cards in Old England
And I’ve played cards in Spain
I’ll bet you ten dollars
That I'll beat you the next game
Jack-a-Diamonds, Jack-a-Diamonds
I have known you from old
You’ve robbed my poor pocket
Of my silver and my gold
My horses ain’t hungry
And They won’t eat your hay
I’ll drive on a little further
I’ll feed ‘em on my way
Oh, the coo-coo, she’s a pretty bird
And She wobbles as she flies
She never, says coo-coo
Till the fourth day of July
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5. |
Shenandoah
06:25
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Oh, Shenandoah,
I long to hear you,
Away you rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
Away, I'm bound away,
'cross the wide Missouri.
Oh Shenandoah,
I am your daughter,
Away, you rolling river.
For you I'd cross,
Your roaming waters,
Away, I'm bound away,
'Cross the wide Missouri.
It’s been seven years,
since last I've seen you,
And hear your rolling river.
It’s been seven years,
since last I've seen you,
Away, we're bound away,
Across the wide Missouri.
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
And hear your rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
Away, we're bound away,
Across the wide Missouri.
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6. |
Pretty Saro
03:19
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O, I left my Pretty Saro
And I quit my lover too
And I started for to ramble
This whole wide world through
And When I get tired
I’ll lay down and weep
And think of my pretty darling
Wherever I sleep
And it’s not this long journey
I’m dreading for to go
Or the country I’m leaving
Or the debts that I owe
There’s one thing that grieves me
And troubles my mind
That’s leaving my little darling
Way back here behind
Well, I wish I was a turtle dove
Had wings and could fly
I’d fly through Saro's window
Feel the breath of her sigh
And there in those precious arms
All night I would lye
And hold my sweet child forever
Never have to say goodbye
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7. |
Soul of a Man
02:46
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I'm going to ask the question, please answer if you can
Is anybody here that can tell me, what about the soul of a man?
I've traveled in different countries, I've traveled foreign lands
Haven’t met anybody that could tell me, tell me what about the soul of a man
A crowd of people stand talking, I walked up right on time
Was preaching the lawyers and the doctors, said a man ain't nothing but his mind
I read the good books often, I tries to read em right
As far as I could understand, nothing but a burning light.
Won't somebody tell me, tell me if you can!
Won’t somebody tell me, tell me what is the soul of a man?
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8. |
Gone for Soldier
03:34
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Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill
Who can blame me, cryin' my fill
And ev'ry tear would turn a mill
My lover has gone for a soldier
Loved them oh I loved them so
Broke my heart to see them go
Only time can heal my woe
My lover has gone for a soldier
I'll dye my clothes, I'll dye them red
And through the streets I'll beg for bread
For the one I adore, from me has fled
My lover has gone for a soldier
I'll sell my flax, I’ll sell my meal,
Sell my only spinnin' wheel
To buy for them a sword of steel
My lover has gone for a soldier
Oh my darling, oh my love,
Gone the rainbow, gone the dove,
May we meet again, in heaven above
My lover has gone for a soldier.
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9. |
Big Sciota
02:41
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10. |
Wind and Rain
04:01
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There were two sisters, such a beautiful pair
O the wind and rain
One was dark and the other was fair
O the dreadful wind and rain
And they both had a love for a neighbor's son
O the wind and rain
But he was fond of the fairer one
O the dreadful wind and rain
So she pushed her into the river to drown
O the wind and rain
And watched her as she floated down
O the dreadful wind and rain
And she floated till she came to a shallow pond
O the wind and rain
Dead on the water like a golden swan
O the dreadful wind and rain
And along the road came a fiddler fair
O the wind and rain
And found her bones just a lying there, cried
O the dreadful wind and rain
So he made a fiddle peg of her long finger bone
O the wind and rain
He a made a fiddle peg of her long finger bone
O the dreadful wind and rain
And he strung his fiddle bow with her long yeller hair
O the wind and rain
He strung his fiddle bow with her long yeller hair, cried
O the dreadful wind and rain
And he made a fiddle fiddle of her breast bone
O the wind and rain
He made a fiddle fiddle of her breast bone, cried
O the dreadful wind and rain
But the only tune that the fiddle could play was
O the wind and rain
The only tune that the fiddle would play was
O the dreadful wind and rain
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11. |
I'm So Glad
03:15
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Tired of weeping
Tired of moaning
Tired of crying over you
No more weeping
No more moaning
No more crying over you
I'm so glad, yes, I am glad
I am so glad, I’m glad ooh
I don't know what to do
Don't know what to do, Oooo,
Don't know what to do
Would you be my darling
Would you be my dear
Be my darling, be my dear
I'll go cuckoo koo, like a little baby do
And get another little kiss from you.
I'm so glad, yes, I am glad
I am so glad, I’m glad ooh
I don't know what to do
Don't know what to do, oooo,
don't know what to do
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12. |
Wayfaring Stranger
04:50
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Oh, I'm a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
Yet there’s no toil, no threat or danger
In this world to which I go
I know dark clouds will father round me
I know my way is hard and steep
But beauteous fields arise before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she’d meet me when I come
So I’m just goin' over Jordan
I am just goin' over home
I'll soon be free from every trial
This form shall rest beneath the sod
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in that home with God
I'm goin' there to see my father
And all my loved ones who’ve gone on
I am just goin' over Jordan
I am just goin' over home
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13. |
John the Revelator
03:34
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Who's that writin'?
John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
What’s John writin’?
John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
Well now who art worthy, thousands cried holy
Bound for some, Son of our God
Daughter of Zion, Judah the Lion
He redeemeth us, yes he bought us with his blood
Who's that writin'?
John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
What’s John writin’?
John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
John the Revelator, great advocator
Get's 'em on the battle of Zion
Lord, tellin' the story, risin' to glory
Cried, "Lord, don't you love you some I”
Who's that writin'?
John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
What’s John writin’?
John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
Well Moses to Moses, watchin' the flock
Saw the bush where he had to stop
God told Moses, "Put on your your shoes"
Out of the flock, well you I choose
Who's that writin'?
John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
What’s John writin’?
John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals
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14. |
The Blackest Crow
04:01
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As time draws near my dearest dear when you and I must part
How little you know of the grief and woe in my poor aching heart
Each night I suffer for your sake, you’re the one I love so dear
I wish that I was going with you or you were staying here
I wish my breast were made of glass wherein you might behold
Upon my heart your name lies wrote in letters made of gold
In letters made of gold my Love, believe me when I say
You are the one that I’ll adore until my dying day
The blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white
If ever I prove false to you bright day will turn to night
Bright day will turn to night my love, the elements will mourn
If ever I prove false to you the seas will rage and burn
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