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| 1. |
| 4:15 | 
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(Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder)
Come and gather all around me Listen to my tale of woe Got some good advice to give you Lots of things you oughta know Take a tip from one who's travelled And never stopped a-ramblin' 'round 'Cause once you get the roamin' fever You never want to settle down, boy You never want to settle down I met a little gal in Frisco And I asked her to be my wife Told her I was tired of roamin' Goin' to settle down for life Then I heard the whistle blowin' And I knew it was the Red Ball Train And I left that gal beside the railroad And I never saw the gal again, boy I never saw the gal again Saw the gal again I never saw the gal again Left that gal beside the railroad And I never saw the gal again Travelled all over the country I've travelled everywhere I been on every Branch Line railroad And I never paid a nickel fare I been from Maine to Califor'ny And from Canada to Mexico I never tried to save no money And now I got no place to bo, boy Now I got no place to go Listen to a Boomer's story Pay attention to what I say Well, I hear another train a-comin' Guess I'll be on my way If you wanna do me a favor When I lay me down and die Just dig my grave beside the railroad So I can hear the trains go by, boys So I can hear the trains go by Hear the trains go Hear the trains go by Just dig my grave beside the railroad So I can hear the trains go by |
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| 2. |
| 4:13 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:20 |
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Well, I went on the mountain And I gave my horn a blow Thought I heard some purty gal say |
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| 4. |
| 4:27 |
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(Sleepy John Estes)
Well, I ax sweet mama, let me be her kid She said "I might but I'd like to keep it hid" Well, she looked at me, she began to smile She says "I thought I might use you for my man awhile But just don't let my husband catch you there I say, just don't let my husband catch you there" Well, I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk I never saw no whiskey The blues made me sloppy drunk I ain't never saw no whiskey The blues made me sloppy drunk Well, I ain't saw no whiskey The blues made me sloppy drunk Well, some said it was beans, some said it was greens But it's slow consumption killin' you by degrees It's slow consumption killin' you by degrees |
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| 5. |
| 4:32 |
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| 6. |
| 3:27 |
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At the dark end of the street
That's where we always meet Hiding in shadows where we don't belong Living in darkness, to right our wrong You and me, at the dark end of the street You and me I know time's gonna take it's toll We have to pay for the love we stole It's a sin and we know it's wrong But our love keeps coming on strong Steal away to the dark end of the street They're gonna to find us, they're gonna to find us Someday they may come along And find us along someday You and me at the dark end of the street You and me And when the daylight hours roll round And if by chance we're both taken in And taken down the town But if we should leave before then And just walk on by Oh sweet baby, please don't you cry Cause tonight we'll share the same dream At the dark end of the street You and me, you and me, you and me At the dark end of the street |
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| 7. |
| 3:40 |
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(Traditional)
Yes, we'll rally 'round the flag, boys We'll rally 'round again Shouting the battle cry of Freedom We will rally from the hillside We'll gather from the plain Shouting the battle cry of Freedom The Union forever, hurrah boys, hurrah Down with the traitor, up with the star While we rally 'round the flag, boys Rally once again Shouting the battle cry of Freedom We will welcome to our numbers The loyal, true and brave Shouting the battle cry of Freedom And although he may be poor Not a man shall be a slave Shouting the battle cry of Freedom So we're springing to the call From the East and from the West Shouting the battle cry of Freedom And we'll prove a loyal crew To the land we love the best Shouting the battle cry of Freedom |
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| 8. |
| 3:03 |
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(Harold Adamson & Jimmie McHugh)
One of our planes was missing Two hours overdue One of our planes was missing With all its gallant crew The radio sets were humming We waited for a word Then a noise broke Through the humming and this is what we heard Comin' in on a wing and a prayer Comin' in on a wing and a prayer Though there's one motor gone We can still carry on Comin' in on a wing and a prayer What a show, what a fight, boys We really hit our target for tonight How we sing as we limp through the air Look below, there's our field over there With just one motor gone We can still carry on Comin' in on a wing and a prayer Comin' in on a wing and a prayer Comin' in on a wing and a prayer With our full crew on board And our trust in the Lord We're comin' in on a wing and a prayer |
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| 9. |
| 4:38 |
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(Sleepy John Estes)
Late one Friday evening everybody was sad We lost the best president we ever had But he's gone home, gone back home He's staying away too long Rode from town to town holdin' up for our rights Some low down rascal took the President's life But he's gone home, gone back home He's staying away too long Mrs. Kennedy got a mansion on the Island, stayed 9 months, all she'd be She have another mansion, soon as she reach Washington, D.C. But he's gone home, gone back home He's staying away too long Everybody votes, they don't know what's goin' on If Goldwater get it, we won't have no home But he's gone home, gone back home He's staying away too long While horses and cars all in a row I think Mr. Kennedy have a right to this long white robe But he's gone home, gone back home He's staying away too long |
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| 10. |
| 4:31 |
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(Traditional)
Good morning, Mr. Railroad Man What time do your trains roll by ? "At 9:16 and 2:44 and 25 minutes 'till 5" "At 9:16 and 2:44 and 25 minutes 'till 5" Thank you, Mr. Railroad Man I want to watch your trains go by Standing on a platform, smoking a cheap cigar And waiting for an old freight train that carries an empty car Well, I pulled my hat down over my eyes And I walked across the tracks And I caught me the end of an old freight train And I never did come back Well, I sat down in a gamblin' game But I could not play my hand I was thinkin' about the woman I loved Run away with another man, poor boy Run away with another man I was thinking about the woman that I loved Run away with another man |
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