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Scott Wiseman
Spoken: In the hills of North Carolina, since the times of the early settlers, a strange light has been witnessed near the top of Brown Mountain. To this day, no one can explain the mystery of the Brown Mountain Light. Chorus: High on the mountain and down in the valley below. It shines like the crown of an angel and fades as the mist comes and goes. Way over yonder, night after night until dawn. A faithful old slave, come back from the grave (searchin') For his master who is long, long gone. In the days of the old covered wagon, when they camped on the flats for the night With the stars growing dim on the old high gorge rim, they would watch for the Brown Mountain Light. (Chorus) Long years ago a southern planter came hunting in this wild land alone, And here, so they say, the hunter lost his way and never returned to his home. His trusty old slave brought a lantern and searched, but in vain, day and night. The old slave is gone but his spirit wanders on and the old lantern still casts its light. (Chorus) |
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John Stewart
Chorus: If there's one more town, I'll be goin'. Fight for the winnin' and I'll be there. If there's one more song, I'll be singin'. I'm always goin' but I don't know where. I spent seventeen in West Virginia. Eight more years just for runnin' free. But the girls back home in their blue gingham dresses only heard one thing from me. (Chorus) Went down to New Orleans last summer on a flat boat workin' my way. There were well-mannered ladies and street that were shady, but for me, I never could stay. (Chorus) Sailed up to New York on a schooner, but I won't be stayin' there long. There were bright city lights and girls in pink tights but their faces were all painted on. (Chorus) |
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We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow.
But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree. Singing "Oh willow waly" by the tree that weeps with me. Singing "Oh willow waly" till my lover return to me. We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow. A broken heart have I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die. |
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Go tell it on the mountains over the hills and ev'rywhere and you can go (go) tell it on the mountain, Jesus Christ was born. Down in a lowly manger, Jesus Christ was born and the Lord sent down salvation that blesses Christmas morn, You can go upon the mountain, dwell both night and day. You can ask the Lord to help you and He'll show you the way. (Chorus) You may be a watchman upon the city wall and if I am a Christian, if I'm the last to fall You can go tell it on the mountain over the hills and ev'rywhere. You can go tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ was born. (Chorus) |
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When I was a little boy, my mother said to me, "Watch the new born roses grow. It's a pretty sight to see.
You, my son, shall blossom as the flower below. I will be your raindrops. You will be my rose. Listen while I tell you of the beauty in the sky. There's a home for angels on the clouds so high. I must be an angel. In heaven I shall stay. If you ever need me, I'll hear each word you say." Now her raindrops fall no more. Who will take her place? Will I live to blossom full or wither into space? Many times I wonder on the clouds above is it my dear mother who showers me with love? When I was a little boy. |
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(Spoken) I remember when I rode into town that morning in December of forty-eight. Oh, bitter cold. I had on my parka, my sheepskin coat and my brown and white spectator pumps. Cut quite a figure if I do say so. Huh, cute. First thing I spied was a poster. There's going to be a dance. The second Hogsville dandy-steppin' ball and frog happin; contest. Drag.
Chorus: Strange day. Strange day. Strange day in Hogsville, U. S. A. I'm goin' to start off but there weren't no lady folk in sight. I figured they was all up a-primpin' for the dance and, being a man of no small charms with the ladies myself, I decided to park Old Paint and change my socks -- from him to me. (I find that extremely offensive!) So did Old Paint. But there were no gals for miles around, not one gal in the whole darn town. So, if you want to go dancin', just look around for the next best thing that can befound. (Chorus) That's right. I soon found there wasn't no women nowhere. Fellows goin' to the dance was takin' some of the strangest things. One was takin' a broom, all dressed up in a pinafore, bleached straws, looked kinda cheap to me. Another was totin' a picture of a girl. He'd been goin' with that picture so long he thought real girls folded in the middle. Now I was getting depressed, but then I spied the cutest little thing you ever saw, givin' me the eye from underneath the waterin' trough. Had little eyes, curly tail, and the dearest little pointed ears you ever seen. I grabbed her paw (What'd her paw have to say? Shut up when he's a-talkin'!) and we wobbled into the dance. The minute we get into the dance the music stopped and a feller said, "Wait a minute! That's the sheriff's gal!" (You mean?) Strange day. Strange day. Strange day in Hogsville, (You know, I can still hear the little critter) U. S. A! |
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The anchor is weighed and sails they are set. Away, Rio!
The girls back home we'll never forget for we're bound for the Rio Grande. And away, Rio! High away, Rio! The girls back home we'll never forget for we're bound for the Rio Grande. Two more days, Johnny, two more days. Only two more days, Johnny, two more days. The mainsail is up and the spinnaker's out. Away, Rio! We'll head for Cape Horn and then pull her about for we're bound for the Rio Grande. And away, Rio! High away, Rio! We'll head for Cape Horn and then pull her about for we're bound for the Rio Grande. One more day, Johnny, one more day. Only one more day, Johnny, one more day. When we get to Rio we'll drop all our pay. Away, Rio! And young Michael Christian is countin' the days for we're bound for the Rio Grande. And away, Rio! High away, Rio! And young Michael Christian is countin' the days for we're found for the Rio Grande. There she lies, Johnny, there she lies. There she lies, Johnny, there she lies. |
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Pullin' away, he's pullin away. Now his wagons are loaded, he's pullin' away. Hard luck is the fortune of all woman kind. They're always controlled. They're always confined. Controlled by their parents until they are wives. Then slaves of their husbands the rest of their lives. I once knew a girl and her story was sad. She always was courted by the wagoner lad. He courted her truly by night and by day. Now his wagons are loaded. He's pullin' away. (Chorus) Your parents don't like me. They think I'm too poor. They think I'm not worth to enter your door. Hard livin's my pleasure. My money's my own and if they don't like me, they can leave me alone. Long is the road. Dark is the sky. Look over your shoulder. He's wavin' goodbye. My wagon is loaded. My whip needs a mend. So sit down here by me for as long as you can. My wagons are loaded. My whip's in my hand. So, fare thee well, darlin', I'm leavin' this land. (Chorus) |
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She was too good to me. How can I get along now? So close she stood to me. Everything seems all wrong now.
She would have brought me the sun, making me smile that was her fun. If she was mean to me, I'd never say, "Go 'way, now." She was a queen to me. Who's gonna light my way now? It's only natural that I'm blue. She was too good to be true. (Hum melody) She would have brought me the sun, making me smile that was her fun. If she was mean to me, I'd never say, "Go 'way, now." She was a queen to me. Who's gonna light my way now? It's only natural that I'm blue. She was too good to be true. |
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I was born in Portland town. I was born in Portland town. Yes, I was. Oooh, yes, I was.
October third, I'm on my way. October third, I'm on my way. Yes, I am. Oooh, yes I am. Rains came the very next day but I been gone to long. There's a gal in Portland town and she sings a marryin' song. Goin' back to Portland town. Goin' back to Portland town. Yes, I am. Oooh, yes, I am. I'll have children, one, two, three. I'll have children, one, two, three. Yes, I will. Oooh, yes, I will. I was born in Portland town. |
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Fare thee well, old Joe Clark. Good-bye, Mitzi Brown. Fare thee well, old Joe Clark. I'm gonna leave this town. (Repeat last time) Old Joe Clark used to clean the bar. Liquor was his pay. Never saved a golden eagle. Drank it all away. (Chorus) I don't want your old time religion or what you got to say (say) but pass me down that barley jug and I'll be on my way. A singin' (Chorus) Old Joe Clark walked downtown backwards. People asked him, "Why?" I come back for one more drink while wavin' you good-bye!" (Chorus) |
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Way down in Columbus, Georgia, that's where I don't want to be.
Hey, way down in Columbus stockade. Take me back to Tennessee. Chorus: Well, you can take me back to old Kentucky, any place that you decide. Just turn me loose from this old stockade. I'll tell you, buddy, I won't mind. The other night as I lay sleepin' I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke I was mistaken. These prison walls were all around. (Chorus) Two years ago, it seems a long time, that's when I was free and on my own. But here I am behind that stockade. I wish to God they'd take me home. (Chorus) I'll tell you, buddy, I won't mind. |
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I know I'll never meet another hunk o' woman like my Ann. She makes me feel like a great big man.
I'm gonna go tell her mama what I think about her, say, "Thank you, ma'am, for giving me your daughter Ann." She sure is stacked from her toes to the nape of her neck, she's packed like a seed in a grape, she's smooth as marble skin. When I see her I believe I'm a real young guy and ev'ry time I go to work I think I might die if I can't hurry home again. If the good Lord worked all night a-makin' me a female plan, I'd say, "No, thanks, Lord. I'll just keep Ann." How could I ever look at any other woman when I've got Ann? I feel so good when she takes my hand. I'm gonna go tell her daddy what I think about her, say, "Thank you, man, for giving me your daughter Ann." When I come home and I feel like I've been run over by a ten-ton truck she can rub my shoulder and ease my aches and pains. If I lose my job and I'm down to a silver dollar and I feel like a dried up gourd in a holler, she soothes my brow like summer rain. If the good Lord worked a hundred years at makin' me a female plan, I'd say, "No, thanks, Lord. I'll just keep Ann." I'd say, "No thanks, Lord, I'll just keep Ann." |
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In Trinidad there was a family with much confusion, as you will see.
There was a mama and a papa and a son who was young,T who wanted to marry, have a wife of his own. "You cannot marry that girl. I got to say 'No.' That girl is your sister but your mama don't know!" Chorus: Ah, woe, ah, me. Shame and scandal in the family. (Repeat) So he found a young girl who suited him nice. He went to his papa to ask his advice. His papa said, "Son, I got to say 'No.' That girl is your sister but your mama don't know!" (Chorus) As the weeks went by, the boy looked around. Soon the best cook on the island he found. He went to his papa to name the day. His papa looked at him and at him he did say, "You cannot marry that girl. I gotta say, 'No.' That girl is your sister, but your mama don't know!" (Chorus) So the years went by and he wished he was dead. He had seventeen girls and still wasn't wed. When he'd ask his papa, papa would always say, "No! That girl is your sister but your mama don't know!" (Chorus) So he went to his mama and he bowed his head. Told his mama what his papa had said. His mama said, "Son, go, man, go! Your papa ain't your papa but your papa don't know!" (Chorus) |
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Walkin' on this road to my town. Walkin' on this road to home. Travelin' through these hills and valleys. Travelin' and I'm all alone. Gonna see my momma. Gonna see my pa. I been a long time movin'. I get to wonderin' how they are. (Chorus) Gonna see the parson. That's if I can find him in. I bet he's down there fishin'. Fishin' with my brother Jim. (Chorus) And if I never get there, tell you what I'm goin' to do. Gonna write 'em letter. Tell 'em I'll be singing you. (Chorus) |
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I got a gal, she's ten feet tall, sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Honey, let me be your salty dog.
There was two old ladies sittin' in the sand, each one wishin' the other was a man. Honey, let me be your salty dog. Chorus: If I can't be your salty dog, I won't be your man at all. Honey, let me be your salty dog. I smile when you go into town. Now I'm sorry that your car broke down. Honey, let me be your salty dog. You told me that your wheel was broke. Now I'm sittin' with a broken spoke. Honey, let me be your salty dog. (Chorus) I love you in blue and I love you in red but most of all I love you in blue. Honey, let me be your salty dog. Floatin' down the river on an old oak log. What the hell's a salty dog? Honey, let me be your salty dog. (Chorus) I think we better call this the end of this song 'cause it's a-getting' too damn long. Honey, let me be your salty dog. Honey, let me be your salty, honey, let me be your salty, honey, let me be your salty dog. |
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Love's is but the song we sing and fear's the way we die.
You can make the mountains ring or make the angels cry. Know the dove is on the wing and you need not know why. C'mon, people. Smile on your brother. Hey, let's get together and love one another right now. Some may come and some may go and we shall surely pass. When the one who left us here returns for us at last. We are just a moment's sunlight, fading on the grass. C'mon, people. Smile on your brother. Hey, let's get together and love one another right now. If you hear the song I sing, then you must understand, You hold the key to love and fear. It's in your tremb'ling hand. One key unlocks them both, you know, and it's at your command. C'mon, people. Smile on your brother. Hey, let's get together and love one another right now. Love's is but the song we sing and fear's the way we die. You can make the mountains ring or make the angels cry. Know the dove is on the wing and you need not know why. C'mon, people. Smile on your brother. Hey, let's get together and love one another right now. |
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Farewell to you, captain, the bravest in command. Goodbye to all the soldiers who didn't give a damn For we're goin' back to Richmond, buddy, leavin' here today. Gonna sell our rifles for a jug and get drunk along the way. 'Twas in Virginia harbor Gen'ral Parker disappeared, tied sleeping soundly to a tree. How we wept as we launched him and so cheerfully we cheered as the gen'ral drifted slowly out to sea. (Chorus) At the battle of Manasses, I had my certain chance to bravely fight the red and white and blue. I was so blasted brave I stuck branches in my pants and, yes, I played a tree 'til it was through. Please don't think that we are cowards. What a horrible suggestion! It's just that we don't feel that we belong. Bobby misses his dear mother, John has acid indigestion and I think I feel a migraine coming on. (Chorus) Farewell to you, captain, we're goin' to leave you now |
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Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die I met her on the mountain There I took her life Met her on the mountain Stabbed her with my knife Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die This time tomorrow Reckon where I'll be Hadn't-a been for Grayson I'd-a been in Tennessee Well now, boy Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die This time tomorrow Reckon where I'll be Down in some lonesome valley Hangin' from a white oak tree Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die Well now, boy Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die Poor boy, you're bound to die Poor boy, you're bound to die Poor boy, you're bound to die |
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My heaven is so high, you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it.
So wide, you can't get around it. You gotta come in at the door. Tell those children, yeah, tell 'em now. You gotta come in at the door. Don't stand and whisper, just show 'em how. You gotta come in at the door. My heaven is so high, you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it. So wide, you can't get around it. You gotta come in at the door. Children of Israel, sing and shout and you gotta come in at the door. You know the gates of heaven can't keep you out. You gotta come in at the door. My heaven is so high, you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it. So wide, you can't get around it. You gotta come in at the door. Now if you're gonna head for the promised land, you gotta come in at the door. Just step right up and shake his hand. You gotta come in at the door. My heaven is so high, so low, so wide, you gotta come in at the door. My heaven is so high, you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it. So wide, you can't get around it. You gotta come in at the door. |
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C'mon, Betty, home. Come on the very next train. You've been gone so lonesome long I hardly know my name. I hardly know my name. Wind in the willow go sorry sigh all night through. Willow sigh as I pass by where I walked with you. (Chorus) Ripple in the river go hurry by. Never come no more. Ripple by and tell her I'm waiting on the shore. (Chorus) |
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