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Jacqueline Steiner/Bess Hawes

Spoken:
These are the times that try men's souls. In the course of our nation's history, the people of Boston have rallied
bravely whenever the rights of men have been threatened. Today, a new crisis has arisen. The Metropolitan
Transit Authority, better known as the M. T. A., is attempting to levy a burdensome tax on the population in the
form of a subway fare increase. Citizens, hear me out! This could happen to you!

(Eight bar guitar, banjo introduction)

Well, let me tell you of the story of a man named Charley on a tragic and fateful day.
He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family, went to ride on the M. T. A.
Chorus:
Well, did he ever return? No, he never returned and his fate is still unknown. (What a pity! Poor ole Charlie. Shame and scandal. He may ride forever. Just like Paul Revere.)
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston. He's the man who never returned.

Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square Station and he changed for Jamaica Plain.
When he got there the conductor told him, "One more nickel." Charlie couldn't get off of that train.

(Chorus)

Now, all night long Charlie rides through the station, crying, "What will become of me?!!
How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea or my cousin in Rocksbury?"

(Chorus)

Charlie's wife goes down to the Sculley Square Station every day at quarter past two,
And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich as the train comes rumblin' through.

(Chorus)

Now, you citizens of Boston, don't you think it's a scandal how the people have to pay and pay?
Fight the fare increase! Vote for George O'Brien! Get poor Charlie off the M. T. A.

(Chorus)

He's the man who never returned. He's the man who never returned.
E tu, Charlie?

Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

Only one thing that money can't buy, true love that will never die. All my sorrows soon forgotten.
Carefree lovers down country lanes, don't know my grief, can't feel my pain. All my sorrows soon forgotten.
But it's too late, my love. Too late but never mind. All my sorrows soon forgotten.

Now there's one more thing that troubles my mind. My love is gone, left me behind. All my sorrows soon forgotten.
But it's too late, my love. Too late but never mind. All my sorrows soon forgotten.

Dave Guard

'Tis advertised in Boston, New York, and Buffalo a hundred hearty sailors, a whalin' for to go.

Chorus:
Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow.

They tell you of the clipper ships a-runnin' in and out. They say you'll take five hundred whales before you're six months out.

(Chorus)

The skipper's on the after deck a-squintin' at the sails. When up above the lookout spots a mighty school of whales.

(Chorus)

Then lower down the boats, my boys, and after him we'll travel but if you get too near his tail, he'll kick you to the devil.

(Chorus)

And now that he is ours, my boys, we'll bring him alongside. Then over with our blubber hooks and rob him of his hide.

(Chorus)

When we get home, our ship made fast, and we get through our sailin'. A brimmin' glass around we'll pass and hang this blubber whalin'.

(Chorus)

Jack Splittard

There's a pine log shack in the mountains. That's where my Corey dwells.
She makes the finest mash liquor. What she doesn't drink she sells.

Well, the first time I seen darlin' Corey she was weavin' through the woods
With a kerosene lantern on her shoulder and a satchel full of goods.

Please do drop down next Monday. Please bring me a jug or five.
When the sun comes up on Tuesday don't figure to be alive.

Don't care if you are livin'. Don't care if you are dead.
If you're gonna drink my product then I'm gonna take your bread. (Frail, pardner)

Well, the last time I seen darlin' Corey, she was wand'rin' through the weeds
With a government man behind her. Gonna grab her for her deeds.

Wake up, wake up, darlin' Corey. What makes you sleep so sound? The revenue officer's a comin', gonna tear your still house down.

Irving Burgess

One night along the river at St. Germain de Pre, I first met my beloved at a small sidewalk cafe.
We walked along the river, the shadows passing by but we only saw each other, the shining water and the sky.

Chorus:
The Seine, the Seine, when will I again meet her there, greet her there on the moonlit banks of the Seine?

Standing there across the river, mid sound of horn and tram, in all her quiet beauty, the cathedral Notre Dame,
And as we passed beside her, I said a little prayer that when this dream was over, I'd awake and find you there.

(Chorus)

We walked along the river, 'till dawn was coming nigh. Beneath the Eiffel Tower we said our last good-bye.
There on that splendid morning, I left you all in tears and the beauty of that hour will shine within my through the years

(Chorus)

The Seine, the Seine, when will I again meet her there on the Seine?

Took my girl home the other night. Got myself in an awful fight.

She said, "Doux, doux, darlin', won't you please come in?" Her old lady

socked me with a rollin pin.

Chorus:

And I bawled. I bawled. Oh, mon, you should have heard me bawl.

Well, I bawl when I feel the pin. I don't meet with that old woman

again.

Oh, yes, I bawled (I bawled.) I bawled. (I bawled.) Oh, mon, you

should have heard me bawl.

Well, I bawl when I feel the pin. I don't meet with that old woman

again.

Mon, the first time she hit me, she knocked me down. Wouldn't even let me get off the ground.
I tried to tell of the rules of Queensbury. She said, "Boy, cuts no ice with me."

(Chorus)

Oh, mon, talk about eternity. That's what that encounter seemed to me.
She started to sneeze and I started to run. Gone like a bullet from a machine gun.

(Chorus)

Lou Gottlieb

Chorus:
Good news, chariot's comin'. (Repeat twice)
And I don't want it to leave me behind. (Repeat chorus first time)

There's a long white robe in heaven I know (there's a long white robe in heaven I know)
There's a long white robe in heaven I know and I don't want it to leave me behind.

(Chorus)

There's a starry crown in heaven I know (there's a starry crown in heaven I know)
There's a starry crown in heaven I know and I don't want it to leave me behind.

(Chorus)

There's a golden harp in heaven I know (there's a golden harp in heaven I know)
There's a golden harp in heaven I know and I don't want to leave it behind.

(Chorus)

Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, Poor John.

John Hardy was a fightin' man, carried a razor ev'ry day. He killed a man in Mobile town
You ought to see my Johnny get away. Ought to see my Johnny

Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, Poor John.

John Hardy was standin' at the bar, so drunk he could not see. Along came a man with a warrant in his hand,
Crying, "Johnny boy, why don't you come with me? Johnny boy, why don't you come with me?"

John Hardy had a pretty little gal, kept her dressed in blue. He saw her in the hangin' crowd,
Cryin', "Johnny boy, I'll be true to you. Johnny boy, I'll be true to you. True to you. True to you. True to you. Poor, John."

I've been to the East and I've been to the West, been this whole world 'round. I've been to the North and I lived in the South.
This will be my buryin' ground. This will be my buryin' ground.

I've been this wide world over. Been this whole world 'round. Been to the river and I've been baptized.
Take me to my buryin' ground. Getaway, getaway, getaway.

L. Coleman/N. Gimbel

Come closer, my love, and you'll hear my tale. It'll make you cold. It'll turn you pale.
It's a tale of a man's never ending love and the long, black rifle.

Chorus:
He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man
Shot him down with a long, black rifle, shot him down and away he ran.

A prairie man loved a city maid. Was the love he took worth the price he paid,
When a man ends up at the smoky end of a long, black rifle?

(Chorus)

His dyin' words I repeat to you. "You can never kill love when love is true.
It lives when only the rust is left of the long, black rifle.

(Chorus)

Shot him down and away he ran.

I remember Grandpa telling me that I was born as the sun was comin' up early in the morn.
Told me I was born early in the morn.

Chorus:
When you lift your eyes and see the sun a-risin' on the far horizon early in the mornin'.

It was early in the day when I set out to roam. Went to seek my fortune far away from home.
I set out to roam far away from home.

(Chorus)

But today when I awoke I missed my darlin' so. Gotta have her by my side forever more I know.
Need my darlin' so. Evermore I know.

(Chorus)

So tomorrow I'll be leavin' at the break of day. Gonna hurry to my love and there I'll always stay.
At the break of day. There I'll always stay.

(Chorus)

E. Danzig/J. O. Segal


I peeked in to say goodnight and I heard my child in prayer. "Please bring me some scarlet ribbons, scarlet ribbons for my hair."

All the shops were closed and shuttered, all the streets were dark and bare. In our town no scarlet ribbons, scarlet ribbons for her hair.

Through the night, my heart was achin', just before the dawn was breaking.

I looked in and on her bed in gay profusion lying there, scarlet ribbons, lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons for her hair.

If I live to be a hundred, I will never know from where came those ribbons, lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons for her hair.

Jane Bowers

A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die. A line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh.
"The man who would fight to the death cross over but he who that would live better fly,"
And over the line stepped a hundred and seventy-nine.

Chorus:
Hi! Up! Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below, so the rest of Texas will know and remember the Alamo!

Jim Bowie lay dyin', his powder was ready and dry. From flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply,
And young Davy Crockett was smilin' and laughin'. The challenge was fierce in his eye.
For Texas and freedom, a man more than willin' to die.

(Chorus)

A courier sent to the battlements, bloody and loud. With words of fare well in the letters he carried were proud.
"Grieve not, little darlin', my dyin' if Texas is sovereign and free. We'll never surrender and ever will liberty be!"

(Chorus)

Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo!

John Stewart

I got a gal in Tennessee, sweetest little gal that you ever did see. Works all day in a cotton mill. Makes her gin in a bathtub still.

Chorus:
Here we go, 'round again. Singing a song about Molly Dee. Far away, I know not where she's the girl who waits for me.

My true love's in Memphis town. Pretty little thing names Sally Brown.
Travels around on a riverboat. Shares her room with a billy goat!

(Chorus)

Spending my money, gonna drink it away. I'll start saving on another day.
Wasting my time in the Silver Dollar. Pinch them girls just to hear them hollar.

(Chorus)

My lady love, she stands a-waitin' far across the wide Missouri. On the banks I hear her callin' to me.
Chorus:
A-roll, a-roll a-ree, across the wide Missouri. (Repeat line)
For seven years I've been a-roamin'. Seven years I left the valley. Now I live just for my true love to see.

(Chorus)

I'm pushing on when dawn's a-breakin', goin' 'cross the wide Missouri where my love, she stands a-waitin' for me.
A roll, (a-roll a-ree), a roll a-ree, across the wide Missouri. (Repeat)

Jack Splittard

We're running down a stormy sea and rolling through the thunder. 'Way haul, away. Well haul away, Joe.
It's ev'ry man aloft my boys or we'll be driven under. 'Way haul, away. Well, haul away, Joe.

Chorus:
'Way haul away. We're bound for better weather. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.

For seven days and seven nights we've labored to exhaustion. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
But now the breeze is from the East. We'll come about for Boston. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.

(Chorus)

East wind bring us home.

The ragged heavens open up. We sound the jubilation. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
The setting sun's a beacon, boys, a sign of our salvation. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.

(Chorus)

East wind bring us home.

Irving Burgess

It's only been a year or so but it seems so long ago, I packed up my bags and left my home.
Been from Fresno to Maine, even worked a boat in Spain. I ain't ever had a bed to call my own.

Chorus:
'Round this time of day I gets to feelin' low and I wonder who's my baby's latest beau.

I have gambled and lost. I've been cussed by my boss. Some city gal just took me for a ride.
Hope some day I'll get back to my little old country shack. Settle down with my baby at my side.

(Chorus)

Someday soon, you hear, gonna save up my fare or maybe I'll just have to ride the rail.
If that mornin' train is right, I'll be home before that night and I hope no one will have to go my bail.

(Chorus)

(Lou Gottlieb)

'Round about the mountain. 'Round about the mountain. My God is waitin'. You can rise in His arms. [Repeat]

[Chorus:]
The Lord loves a sinner. The Lord loves a sinner man. The Lord loves a sinner who will rise in His arms.

I would not be a sinner. I'll tell you the reason why. If the Lord should want me, I would not be ready to die!
I tell you fellow members, things happen mighty strange. The Lord was good to Israel and His ways don't ever change.

[Chorus]

Sometimes I feel discouraged and think my works in vain, but then the Holy Spirit revives my soul again.
If you can't pray like Peter, if you can't preach like Paul, go home and tell your neighbor that He died to save us all.

[Chorus]

'Round about the mountain. 'Round about the mountain. My God is waitin'. You can rise in His arms.
The Lord loves a sinner. The Lord loves a sinner man. The Lord loves a sinner who will rise in His arms.

H. Geller/M. Seligson

Chorus:
Ole, oleanna. Ole, oleanna. Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oleanna.

Climbing up the Matterhorn, all alone as I could be, I reached the top, I forced a stop and heard this mystic melody.

(Chorus)

On an island in the ocean, not a human soul around, as I searched for bread and water, once again I heard this sound.

(Chorus)

My plane had all its motors gone. The wings would never keep me up.
I heard a voice that seemed to say, "Now, let's take it from the top.

(Chorus)

I was tramping through the Congo when the Mau Mau tribe appeared
And their native chant was haunting, just the sound that I had feared.

(Chorus)

While rocketing into space, I found myself upon the moon. An ectoplasm greeting me with, "Have you heard the latest tune?"

(Chorus)

My ship was sinking in the water, so I sent an S.O.S. and I waited for an answer, you don't even have to guess.
Came a voice so calm and cheerful, just as cheerful as can be, said, "According to our survey, now the song is number three!"

(Chorus twice)

In seventeen forty-two, it was customary in the township of Halifax, for a gentleman to partake occasionally of ratafia which was--a light-flavored liquer of amazing potency--which originated in Middlesex and which we suppose is the reason for this song.

Chorus:
Oh, Miss Bailey! Unfortunate, Miss Bailey!

A captain bold in Halifax, who dwelt in country quarters, seduced a maid who hung herself one Monday in her garters.
His wicked conscience smitted him. He lost his stomach daily. He took to drinking ratafia and tho't upon Miss Bailey.

(Chorus)

One night betimes he went to bed for he had caught the fever. Said he, "I am a handsome man and I'm a gay deceiver."
His candle just a twelve o'clock began to burn quite palely. A ghost stepped up to his bedside and said, "Behold, Miss Bailey!"

(Chorus)

"Avast, Miss Bailey," then he cried, "you can't affright me, really." "Dear Captain Smith," the ghost replied, "you used me ungenteelly.
The coroner's quest goes hard with me because I've acted freely and Parson Biggs won't bury me tho' I'm a dead Miss Bailey."

(Chorus)

"Dear Ma'am," says he, "since you and I must once for all accounts close, I have a one pound note in my regimental small clothes.
'Twill bribe the sexton for your grave." The ghost then answered gaily, "Bless you, wicked Captain Smith, remember poor Miss Bailey!"

(Chorus)

"All's well that ends well, I suppose."

Jane Bowers

Down by the mission San Miguel is a great house wherein dwell Don Carlos and La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell.

I work at the ranch. I saddle her mare. I ride with the gun behind as she visits her friends here and there.
She says, "Thank you, Manuel," or, "Manuel, por favor," or "Good ev'ning, Manuel,"
La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell.

I dream of the mission San Miguel and it says to me, the mission bell,
"She is married, Manuel, the wife of the rancher, Don Carlos Cantrell.

You serve at the ranch. You hold her chair. You carry her boxes, trunks, letters, and books here and there.
She says, "Thank you, Manuel," or, "Manuel, por favor," or "Good ev'ning, Manuel,"
La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell.

But I hear with my heart what she says with her eyes with, "Good ev'ning, Manuel," or "Manuel, por favor,"
Or, "The carriage, Manuel," or "Manuel, close the door."

by George Archer, c. 1947,1964, 1965
(Many thanks to Big Wayne Shrubsall for researching and contributing these lyrics)

E inu tatou e
hara E inu tatou ite ava e
E inu tatou e
E inu tatou e
hara E inu tatou ite ava e
E inu tatou e

A rave hoi oe
A rave hoi oe
*A rave ite mau peu ri'i e
A rave e--
ite mau peu ri'i mau ae te man
ote vahine e.

For singers: pronounce each syllable and vowel separately. The line marked * then would be pronounced this way: Ah rahvay eetay mah oo payoo ree-ee ay (as in "say"). However, Guard's solo verse is NOT part of Archer's original.

Stan Wilson

A rollin' stone gathers no moss. (Repeat) So, as far as I can see, I guess I was meant to be just a rollin' stone.

A rollin' stone gathers no moss. A rollin' stone hasn't a boss.
Just like a Spring or a Summer's breeze, I can roll just where I please. I'm just a rollin' stone.

Can't lose my way, all directions are the same when I'm a-travelin'. I've got no home, sweet home.
Just keep boppin', never stoppin', couldn't even if I wanted to, I've got to roam and roll.

A rollin' stone gathers no moss. A rollin' stone's like that coin that you toss.
But I don't need level ground. I can roll up hill or down. I'm just a rollin' stone.

When I'm travelin', all directions are the same. A string unravelin', I don't think that I'm to blame.

Some might think my life's a loss. A rollin' stone never gets lost.
So, I'll just keep playin' it straight 'til I roll right through that gate. I'm just a rollin' stone.
A rollin' stone. (Repeat and fade)

Bill Hansen

Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day. Talkin' with my comrades to pass the time away.
Lying in the shade underneath the trees. Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas.

Chorus:
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas. Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas. (Repeat)

Just before the battle, the Gen'ral heard a row. He said, "The Yanks are coming. I hear their rifles now."
He turned around in wonder and what do you think he sees? The Georgia militia eating goober peas!

(Chorus)

Think my song has lasted almost long enough. The subject is most interesting but rhymes are mighty rough.
I wish this war was over, when free from rags and fleas, we'd kiss our wives and sweethearts and then we'd gobble goober peas!

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
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.

(Bobby:)
Got myself a Cadillac, thirty dollars down.
Got myself a brand new house five miles out of town.
Got myself a gal named Sue, treats me really fine.
Yes, she's my baby and I love her all the time.

It takes a worried, worried man to sing a worried, worried song.
It takes a worried, worried man to sing a worried, worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
I'm worried now...but I won't be worried long.

(Nickie:)
I've been away on a business trip, travelin' all around.
I've got a gal and her name is Sue, prettiest gal in town.
She sets my mind to worryin' every time I'm gone.
I'll be home tonight...so I won't be worried long!

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
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.

(Dave:)
Well, Bobby's in the living room, holding hands with Sue.
Nickie's at that big front door, 'bout to come on through.
Well, I'm here in the closet. Oh, Lord, what shall I do?
We're worried now but we won't be worried long.

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
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.

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
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.

(Bobby:)
Got myself a Cadillac, thirty dollars down.
Got myself a brand new house five miles out of town.
Got myself a gal named Sue, treats me really fine.
Yes, she's my baby and I love her all the time.

It takes a worried, worried man to sing a worried, worried song.
It takes a worried, worried man to sing a worried, worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
I'm worried now...but I won't be worried long.

(Nickie:)
I've been away on a business trip, travelin' all around.
I've got a gal and her name is Sue, prettiest gal in town.
She sets my mind to worryin' every time I'm gone.
I'll be home tonight...so I won't be worried long!

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
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.

(Dave:)
Well, Bobby's in the living room, holding hands with Sue.
Nickie's at that big front door, 'bout to come on through.
Well, I'm here in the closet. Oh, Lord, what shall I do?
We're worried now but we won't be worried long.

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
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.

We went one day about a month ago (ha ha ha) to have a little fun (ah ha) in Mexico.
We ended up in a gambling spot (ha ha ha) where the liquor flowed and the dice were hot.

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

I was shooting dice, raking in the dough (long green) and then I heard a whistle blow.
We started to run when a man in blue said, "Senor, come with me 'cause I want you."

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

Just five hundred dollars and they'll set us free. I couldn't raise a penny if they threatened me.
I know five hundred don't sound like much (cheap), but just try to find somebody to touch.

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.
So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.