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from 양병집 4집 - 부르고 싶었던 노래들 (1988)
서울 하늘 보고싶어서
서울 하늘 보고싶어서 서울 하늘 보고싶어서 무조건 올라왔소 아는 사람 아무도 없고 아무데도 갈 곳이 없어 이것저것 구경하면서 길거리를 돌아다녔소 무슨 사람 그리 많은지 무슨 차가 그리 많은지 무슨 집이 그리 많은지 내 안경이 기절했다오 나도 돈좀 벌고싶어서 나도 출세좀 하고싶어서 일자리를 찾아 봤으나 내 맘대로 되지 않습디다 나는 내일 떠날랍니다 나는 내일 떠날랍니다 이른아침 기차를 타고 내가 살던 고향으로 두번다시 안올랍니다 두번다시 안올랍니다 화려하고 머리 복잡한 서울하늘 밑으로 해야 해해해야 오우~ 허허 오우~ 오우~ 허허 오우~ 아 노래나 불러보자 |
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from Folkways - Tribute To Guthrie/ Leadbell - A Vision Shared [tribute] (1996)
I ain't got no home, I'm just a ramblin' around Work when I can get it, I roam from town to town The police make it hard wherever I may go And I ain't got no home in this world anymore I was farmin' shares and always I was done My debts they was so many they wouldn't go around Drought got my crops and Mr. Banker's at my door And I ain't got no home in this world anymore Six children I have raised, they're scattered and they're gone And my darling wife to heaven she has flown She died of the fever upon the cabin floor And I ain't got no home in this world anymore I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn I been workin' mister since the day that I was born I worry all the time like I never did before Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore Now I just ramble around to see what I can see This wide wicked world is a funny place to be The gamblin' man is rich and the workin' man is poor And I ain't got no home in this world anymore I'm stranded on this road that goes from sea to sea A hundred thousand others are stranded here with me A hundred thousand others and a hundred thousand more I ain't got no home in this world anymore |
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from Folkways - Tribute To Guthrie/ Leadbell - A Vision Shared [tribute] (1996)
Yeah you're pretty cute, I can see. Well you've come a long way since September, But, Sylvie, you oughtta remember, You know he's mine. You know he's mine. You know he's mine. Sylvie, girl, I'm a very patient person, But I'll have to shut you down, If you don't give up your flirting. Leave him alone, 'cos I know he loves me. Leave him alone, 'cos he tells me he loves me. Over and over and over and over again. Over and over and over and over again. Seventeen, high-school queen, Yeah you're pretty cute, I can see. Well you've come a long way since September, But, Sylvie, you oughtta remember, You know he's mine. You know he's mine. You know he's mine. Sylvie, girl, although you're my little sister, Well you're not without your charms, I'm not sure that he'll resist you. Give it all up, for we see you crying. Give it all up, 'cos I know you've been trying. Over and over and over and over again. Over and over and over and over again. Over and over and over and over again. ( to fade, with backing vocals of 'Oh, Sylvie girl, oh Sylvie girl.' Nit Music ManiaClub ... Angel's Wings |
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from Folkways - Tribute To Guthrie/ Leadbell - A Vision Shared [tribute] (1996)
Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me As I was walking a ribbon of highway I saw above me an endless skyway I saw below me a golden valley This land was made for you and me Chorus I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts And all around me a voice was sounding This land was made for you and me Chorus The sun comes shining as I was strolling The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling The fog was lifting a voice come chanting This land was made for you and me Chorus As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there And that sign said - no tress passin' But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin! Now that side was made for you and me! Chorus In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple Near the relief office - I see my people And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin' If this land's still made for you and me. Chorus (2x) |
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from Folkways - Tribute To Guthrie/ Leadbell - A Vision Shared [tribute] (1996)
Rainy night down in the engine house Sleepin' just as still as a mouse A man came along and chase us out in the rain Well was that a vigilante man? Stormy days, we pass the time away Sleeping in some good warm place A cop come along we give him a little race Say was that a vigilante man? Well tell me why does a vigilante man Tell me why does a vigilante man Carry that sawed off shotgun in his hands To shoot his brothers and sisters down that no good vigilante man Well i ramble around from town to town Yeah i ramble around from town to town Yeah and they run us around like a wild herd of cattle lord Is that your vigilante man? Well tell me why does a vigilante man Tell me why does a vigilante man Carry that club in his hands Would he beat an innocent man down that no good vigilante man |
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from Woody Guthrie - Early Masters (2001)
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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from Woody Guthrie - Early Masters (2001)
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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from Woody Guthrie - Early Masters (2001)
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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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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from Woody Guthrie - Early Masters (2001)
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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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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from Woody Guthrie - Early Masters (2001)
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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from Woody Guthrie - Early Masters (2001)
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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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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Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day,
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line. 'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl, They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find Now, the police at the port of entry say, "You're number fourteen thousand for today." Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi, Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee. California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see; But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot If you ain't got the do re mi. You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm, Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea. Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are, Better take this little tip from me. 'Cause I look through the want ads every day But the headlines on the papers always say: If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi, Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee. California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see; But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot If you ain't got the do re mi. |
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I got that dust pneumony, pneumony in my lung,
I got the dust pneumony, pneumony in my lung, An' I'm a-gonna sing this dust pneumony song. I went to the doctor, and the doctor, said, "My son," I went to the doctor, and the doctor, said, "My son, You got that dust pneumony an' you ain't got long, not long." Now there ought to be some yodelin' in this song; Yeah, there ought to be some yodelin' in this song; But I can't yodel for the rattlin' in my lung. My good gal sings the dust pneumony blues, My good gal sings the dust pneumony blues, She loves me 'cause she's got the dust pneumony, too. It it wasn't for choppin' my hoe would turn to rust, If it wasn't for choppin' my hoe would turn to rust, I can't find a woman in this black ol' Texas dust. Down in Oklahoma, the wind blows mighty strong, Down in Oklahoma, the wind blows mighty strong, If you want to get a mama, just sing a California song. Down in Texas, my gal fainted in the rain, Down in Texas, my gal fainted in the rain, I throwed a bucket o' dirt in her face just to bring her back again. |
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If I was on some foggy mountain top
Tell you what I'd do Sing this song to the whole wide world And the little gal I love so true |
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from Woody Guthrie - Library Of Congress Recordings (2001)
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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from Woody Guthrie - Library Of Congress Recordings (2001)
Back in Nineteen Twenty-Seven,
I had a little farm and I called that heaven. Well, the prices up and the rain come down, And I hauled my crops all into town -- I got the money, bought clothes and groceries, Fed the kids, and raised a family. Rain quit and the wind got high, And the black ol' dust storm filled the sky. And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine, And I poured it full of this gas-i-line -- And I started, rockin' an' a-rollin', Over the mountains, out towards the old Peach Bowl. Way up yonder on a mountain road, I had a hot motor and a heavy load, I's a-goin' pretty fast, there wasn't even stoppin', A-bouncin' up and down, like popcorn poppin' -- Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous bustdown of some kind, There was a feller there, a mechanic feller, Said it was en-gine trouble. Way up yonder on a mountain curve, It's way up yonder in the piney wood, An' I give that rollin' Ford a shove, An' I's a-gonna coast as far as I could -- Commence coastin', pickin' up speed, Was a hairpin turn, I didn't make it. Man alive, I'm a-tellin' you, The fiddles and the guitars really flew. That Ford took off like a flying squirrel An' it flew halfway around the world -- Scattered wives and childrens All over the side of that mountain. We got out to the West Coast broke, So dad-gum hungry I thought I'd croak, An' I bummed up a spud or two, An' my wife fixed up a tater stew -- We poured the kids full of it, Mighty thin stew, though, You could read a magazine right through it. Always have figured That if it'd been just a little bit thinner, Some of these here politicians Coulda seen through it. |
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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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from Woody Guthrie - The Greatest Songs Of Woody Guthrie (2001)
Take a trip with me in 1913,
To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country. I will take you to a place called Italian Hall, Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball. I will take you in a door and up a high stairs, Singing and dancing is heard everywhere, I will let you shake hands with the people you see, And watch the kids dance around the big Christmas tree. You ask about work and you ask about pay, They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day, Working the copper claims, risking their lives, So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives. There's talking and laughing and songs in the air, And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere, Before you know it you're friends with us all, And you're dancing around and around in the hall. Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights, To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet, To hear all this fun you would not realize, That the copper boss' thug men are milling outside. The copper boss' thugs stuck their heads in the door, One of them yelled and he screamed, "there's a fire," A lady she hollered, "there's no such a thing. Keep on with your party, there's no such thing." A few people rushed and it was only a few, "It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you," A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down, But the thugs held the door and he could not get out. And then others followed, a hundred or more, But most everybody remained on the floor, The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous joke, While the children were smothered on the stairs by the door. Such a terrible sight I never did see, We carried our children back up to their tree, The scabs outside still laughed at their spree, And the children that died there were seventy-three. The piano played a slow funeral tune, And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon, The parents they cried and the miners they moaned, "See what your greed for money has done." |
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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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Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day,
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line. 'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl, They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find Now, the police at the port of entry say, "You're number fourteen thousand for today." Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi, Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee. California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see; But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot If you ain't got the do re mi. You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm, Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea. Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are, Better take this little tip from me. 'Cause I look through the want ads every day But the headlines on the papers always say: If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi, Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee. California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see; But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot If you ain't got the do re mi. |
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Jackhammer Jackhammer
Where you been Been out chasin them Gals again Ho ho ho Well I got them See my woman When the sun goes down Grab my hammer And go to town Yes Folks I got them Jackhammer blues Made every state in the red white and blue Looking for a jackhammer job to do Rise easy I got them Jackhammer blues Got a Jackhammer woman Just as sweet as pie Gonna Hammer on the hammer Till the day I die Lord God have mercy I got them Jackhammer Blues |
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from Woody Guthrie - The Greatest Songs Of Woody Guthrie (2001)
Jesus Christ was a man who traveled through the land
Hard working man and brave He said to the rich, "Give your goods to the poor." So they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand His followers true and brave One dirty little coward called Judas Iscariot Has laid Jesus Christ in his grave He went to the sick, he went to the poor, And he went to the hungry and the lame; Said that the poor would one day win this world, And so they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. He went to the preacher, he went to the sheriff, Told them all the same; Sell all of your jewelry and give it to the Poor, But they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. When Jesus came to town, the working folks around, Believed what he did say; The bankers and the preachers they nailed him on a cross, And they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. Poor working people, they follered him around, Sung and shouted gay; Cops and the soldiers, they nailed him in the air, And they nailed Jesus Christ in his grave. Well the people held their breath when they heard about his death, And everybody wondered why; It was the landlord and the soldiers that he hired. That nailed Jesus Christ in the sky. When the love of the poor shall one day turn to hate. When the patience of the workers gives away "Would be better for you rich if you never had been born" So they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. This song was written in New York City Of rich men, preachers and slaves Yes, if Jesus was to preach like he preached in Galillee, They would lay Jesus Christ in his grave. sung to Jesse James |
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It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes I slept on the ground in the light of the moon On the edge of the city you'll see us and then We come with the dust and we go with the wind California, Arizona, I harvest your crops Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine To set on your table your light sparkling wine Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down Every state in the Union us migrants have been We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win It's always we rambled, that river and I All along your green valley, I will work till I die My land I'll defend with my life if it be Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free |
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from Woody Guthrie - The Greatest Songs Of Woody Guthrie (2001)
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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(My Daddy)
Well, a curly-headed girl with a bright shining smile Heard the roar of a plane as it sailed through the sky To her playmates she said, with a bright twinkling eye My Daddy flies that ship in the sky My Daddy flies that ship in the sky My Daddy flies that ship in the sky My Mama's not afraid and neither am I 'Cause my Daddy flies that ship in the sky Then a button-nosed kid, as he kicked up his heels He said, My Daddy works in the iron and the steel My Dad builds the planes and they fly through the sky And that's what keeps your daddy up there so high That's what keeps your daddy up there so high That's what keeps your daddy up there so high My Dad builds the planes and they fly through the sky And that's what keeps your daddy up there so high Then a freckle-faced kid pinched his toe in the sand He says, My Daddy works at that place where they land You tell your mama, don't be afraid My Dad'll bring your daddy back home again My Dad'll bring your daddy back home again My Dad'll bring your daddy back home again Don't be afraid when it gets dark and rains My Dad'll bring your daddy back home again |
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I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole Something grabbed my hook and it got my bait And it jerked me out in the middle of the lake Some jump, I got sunk Baptized on credit Fishing down on the muddy bank Felt a pull and give a big yank I hauled out three old rubber boots And a Ford radiator and a Chevrolet coupe Handed it in for National Defence Settin' in a boat with a bucket of beer And I hadn't caught nothin' but I didn't much care I guess I was pretty well satisfied I had my little lady right by my side Takin' it easy. just a-waitin' Worm been gone off that hook for couple hours When you go fishin', I'll tell you what to do You go set down by the grassy slough Take a piece of string and tie it on your pole And throw it way out in the middle of the hole Find you a good shade tree and then just set down Go to sleep, forget all about it Jumped in the river and went down deep There was a hundred pound catfish lying there asleep Jumped on his back and rode him into town Saddled him up and I come to town People came runnin', lookin' Dogs a-barkin', kids a-squallin' Stagnate water's a stinkin' thing Slick on top and all turned green When the water goes bad, the fish all run Sit all day and not catch a-one 'Cept ???, ??? Few little suckers I waded out to a sandy bar And I caught myself a big alligator gar Brung him home across my back Tail was dragging a mile and a half Flippin' and floppin' Sold him for a quarter Shot craps, got in jail Early one mornin', I took me a notion To go out a-fishin' in the middle of the ocean Throwed out my line, I caught me a shark I didn't get him home 'til way past dark He a man-eater, tough customer Just wasn't quite tough enough Late last night I had me a dream I was out fishin' in a whiskey stream Baited my hook with apple-jack Threw out a drink and bring a gallon back Done pretty good 'til the creek run dry So I gave my fish back to the finance company |
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Have you heard of a ship called the good Reuben James
Manned by hard fighting men both of honor and fame? She flew the Stars and Stripes of the land of the free But tonight she's in her grave at the bottom of the sea. Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names, Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James? What were their names, tell me, what were their names? Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James Well, a hundred men went down in that dark watery grave When that good ship went down only forty-four were saved. 'Twas the last day of October we saved the forty-four From the cold ocean waters and the cold icy shore. It was there in the dark of that uncertain night That we watched for the U-boats and waited for a fight. Then a whine and a rock and a great explosion roared And they laid the Reuben James on that cold ocean floor. Now tonight there are lights in our country so bright In the farms and in the cities they're telling of the fight. And now our mighty battleships will steam the bounding main And remember the name of that good Reuben James. |
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This land is your land and this land is my land
From California to the New York island From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway Saw below me that golden valley This land was made for you and me I roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts All around me a voice was sounding This land was made for you and me When the sun come shining, then I was strolling And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting This land was made for you and me This land is your land and this land is my land From California to the New York island From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me When the sun come shining, then I was strolling And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling The voice come a-chanting and the fog was lifting This land was made for you and me |
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from Woody Guthrie - The Greatest Songs Of Woody Guthrie (2001)
The lonesomest sound, boys,
I ever heard sound, boys, On the stroke of midnight, Hear the curfew blow. My buddy will hang, boys, On the hangman's rope, boys, On the Gallus Pole, boys, When the curfew blows. Hear the curfew blowing, Hear the curfew blowing, In the coal black midnight, Hear the curfew blow. The sheriff's men, boys, Are on my trail, boys, In the midnight wind, boys, Hear the curfew blow. And when they catch me, My body will hang, boys, On the Gallus Pole, boys, When the curfew blows. Hear the curfew blowing, Hear the curfew blowing, In the coal black midnight, Hear the curfew blow. |
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