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Hey lolly lolly lolly
hey lolly lolly lolly low A married man will keep your secret a single boy will talk about you A playin' man will keep your secret a quiet man will talk about you Well, a married man's an easy rider a single boy gets all excited Single boy walks up and down the street Married man's in his stockin' feet |
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Come all you old time cowboys,
And listen to my song, Please do not grow weary, I'll not detain you long. Concerning some wild cowboys, Who did agree to go, Spend the summer pleasant, On the trail of the Buffalo. I found myself in Griffin, In the spring of '83, When a well known famous drover, Came walking up to me. Said, "How do you do, young fellow, Well how would you like to go, And spend the summer pleasant, On the trail of the Buffalo?" Well I being out of work right then, To the drover I did say, "Going out on the Buffalo Road, Depends on the pay. If you will pay good wages, And transportation to and fro, I think I might go with you, On the hunt of the Buffalo." "Of course I'll pay good wages, And transportation too, If you will agree to work for me, Until the season's through." But if you do get homesick, And try to run away, You will starve to death, Out on the trail and also lose your pay." Well with all his flattering talking, He signed up quite a train, Some 10 or 12 in number, Some able bodied men. The trip it was a pleasant one, As we hit the westward road, Until we crossed old Boggy Creek, In old New Mexico. There our pleasures ended, And our troubles began. A lightening storm hit us, And made the cattle run. Got all full of stickers, From the cactus that did not grow, And the outlaws watching, To pick us off in the hills of Mexico. Well our working season ended, And the drover would not pay, If you had not drunk too much, You are all in debt to me. But the cowboys never had heard, Such a thing as a bankrupt law, So we left that drover's bones to bleach, On the Plains of the Buffalo. |
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John Henry when he was a baby
settin' on his mammy's knee picked up an hammer in his little right hand Said "Hammer be the death of me me me, hammer be the death of me!" Some say he's born in Texas Some say he's born up in Maine I just say he was a Louisiana man Leader of a steel-driving chain gang leader on a steel-driving gang "Well", the captain said to John Henry "I'm gonna bring my steam drill around gonna whup that steel on down down down whup that steel on down!" John Henry said to the captain (what he say?) "You can bring your steam drill around gonna bring my steam drill out on the job I'll beat your steam drill down down down beat your steam drill down!" John Henry said to his Shaker "Shaker you had better pray If you miss your six feet of steel It'll be your buryin' day day day It'll be your buryin' day!" Now the Shaker said to John Henry "Man ain't nothing but a man but before I'd let that steam drill beat me down I'd die with an hammer in my hand hand hand I'd die with an hammer in my hand!" John Henry had a little woman Her name was Polly Anne John Henry took sick and was laid up in bed While Polly handled steel like a man man man Polly handled steel like a man. They took John Henry to the graveyard laid him down in the sand Every locomotive comin' a-rolling by by by hollered "there lies a steel-drivin' man man man there lies a steel-drivin' man!" |
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It was late last night when the boss came home askin' for his lady
The only answer that he got, " She's gone with the Gypsy Davey, She's gone with the Gypsy Dave." Go saddle for me a buckskin horse And a hundred dollar saddle. Point out to me their wagon tracks And after them I'll travel, After them I'll ride. Well I had not rode to the midnight moon, When I saw the campfire gleaming. I heard the notes of the big guitar And the voice of the gypsies singing That song of the Gypsy Dave. There in the light of the camping fire, I saw her fair face beaming. Her heart in tune with the big guitar And the voice of the gypsies singing That song of the Gypsy Dave. Have you forsaken your house and home? Have you forsaken your baby? Have you forsaken your husband dear To go with the Gypsy Davy? And sing with the Gypsy Davy? The song of the Gypsy Dave? Yes I've forsaken my husband dear To go with the Gypsy Davy, And I've forsaken my mansion high But not my blue-eyed baby, Not my blue-eyed baby. She smiled to leave her husband dear And go with the Gypsy Davy; But the tears come a-trickling down her cheeks To think of the blue-eyed baby, Pretty little blue-eyed baby. Take off, take off your buckskin gloves Made of Spanish leather; Give to me your lily-white hair And we'll ride home together We'll ride home again. No, I won't take off my buckskin gloves, They're made of Spanish leather. I'll go my way from day to day And sing with the Gypsy Davy That song of the Gypsy Davy, That song of the Gypsy Davy, That song of the Gypsy Dave. |
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I went across the river
I lay down to sleep I went across the river I lay down to sleep When I woke up Had shackles on my feet It takes a worried man To sing a worried song It takes a worried man To sing a worried song I'm worried now But I won't be worried long Twenty-one links Of chain around my leg Twenty-one links Of chain around my leg And on each link 'S an initial of my name I asked that judge What's gonna be my fine I asked that judge What's gonna be my fine Twenty-one years On the Rocky Mountain line That train pulled out Twenty-one coaches long That train pulled out Twenty-one coaches long And the woman I love Is on that train and gone Twenty-one years Pay my awful crime Twenty-one years Pay my awful crime Tweny-one years And I still got ninety-nine |
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There's more pretty girls than one
more pretty girls than one every town I ramble 'round more pretty girls than one Look down that railroad line see the train roll by train rolls by with the woman I Love and I Hung my head and cried Look out across that sea see the breakers well how many a love is washed away no human tongue can tell |
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I'm blowin' down this old dusty road,
I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road, I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way. I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine, I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine, I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. I'm a-goin' where the dust storms never blow, I'm a-goin' where them dust storms never blow, I'm a-goin' where them dust storms never blow, blow, blow, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. They say I'm a dust bowl refugee, Yes, they say I'm a dust bowl refugee, They say I'm a dust bowl refugee, Lord, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. I'm a-lookin' for a job at honest pay, I'm a-lookin' for a job at honest pay, I'm a-lookin' for a job at honest pay, Lord, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. My children need three square meals a day, Now, my children need three square meals a day, My children need three square meals a day, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. Your a-two-dollar shoe hurts my feet, Your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet, Yes, your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. I'm a-goin' down this old dusty road, I'm blowin' down this old dusty road, I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord, An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way. |
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My mother called me to her bedside
These words she said to me If you don't quit your rambling ways They're gonna get you in the penetentiary Gonna get you in the penetentiary poor boy Gonna get you in the penetentiary If you don't quit your reckless ways They're gonna get you in the penetentiary So I sat myself down in a gambling game But I could not play my hand Just thinking about that woman I love Run away with another man Run away with another man poor boy Run away with another man Just thinking about that woman I love Run away with another man The cards came around the table lord And I had such a worried mind My stack of gold dollars I wasted away And I lost about ninety-nine I lost about ninety-nine poor boy I lost about ninety-nine My stack of gold dollars I wasted away And I lost about ninety-nine It wasn't very long till I seen him again He ran away left her behind And I laid him down with my old forty-four And the judge gave me ninety-nine The judge gave me ninety-nine poor boy The judge gave me ninety-nine I laid a man down with my big forty-four And the judge gave me ninety-nine Well the jury said I had to pay And the clerk he wrote it down And the judge called out my number Two sixes upside down Two sixes upside down poor boy Two sixes upside down The judge called out my number Two sixes upside down |
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If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell 'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well. It was in the town of Shawnee, A Saturday afternoon, His wife beside him in his wagon As into town they rode. There a deputy sheriff approached him In a manner rather rude, Vulgar words of anger, An' his wife she overheard. Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain, And the deputy grabbed his gun; In the fight that followed He laid that deputy down. Then he took to the trees and timber To live a life of shame; Every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name. But a many a starving farmer The same old story told How the outlaw paid their mortgage And saved their little homes. Others tell you 'bout a stranger That come to beg a meal, Underneath his napkin Left a thousand dollar bill. It was in Oklahoma City, It was on a Christmas Day, There was a whole car load of groceries Come with a note to say: Well, you say that I'm an outlaw, You say that I'm a thief. Here's a Christmas dinner For the families on relief. Yes, as through this world I've wandered I've seen lots of funny men; Some will rob you with a six-gun, And some with a fountain pen. And as through your life you travel, Yes, as through your life you roam, You won't never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home. |
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