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You show up late, but I’ll show up later
My boss is 18 and I really hate her
I’m 35 and I’m still a waiter
‘cuz I like singing folk songs
11 CDs all for a penny
I look and I look but I can’t find any
N’Sync doesn’t stir the soul of a man
When he likes singing folk songs
Now you may have heard I came to it lately
The concept at first had somehow escaped me
But I have learned to appreciate it greatly
I like singing folk songs
A wayfaring stranger in the shady grove
Mama does the dog bite, No child no.
If I get home before daylight
It means I didn’t play enough last night
I like the songs that kinda stay in one key
I don’t like the Beatles They sound like the Monkees
I don’t care if Major Tom’s a junkie
I like singing folk songs
I like singin’ ‘bout trains that come off the track
Workin’ in the mines ‘till my face gets black
Two lover’s at the river... one ain’t coming back
I like singing folk songs
The Celtic bands play the jigs and reels
the bluegrass boys are outstanding in the field
Nobody I know likes the Nields
but I like singing folk songs
You say I’ll never get rich,
Shows how much you know
Just yesterday I booked me a great show
25 bucks for one night in Juneau
I like singing folk songs
The great Ruben James on a Halifax pier
The City of New Orleans pulling out of here.
If I get home before daylight
It means I didn’t play enough last night
So kick off your shoes
Put your feet on the table,
Bluegrass and blues, We go where they go
I spent 15 hours by a dang Winnebago
'cuz I like singing folk songs
You show up late, but I’ll show up later
My boss is cute. But I really hate her
I’m 35 and I’m still a waiter
‘cause I like singing
If you can call it singing
My throat is sore
and my fingers are stingin’
And the bagpipe’s roar
still got my ears ringin’
cuz I like singing folk songs
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2. |
Fly Around
03:51
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I love to see my pretty little gal
Standing in the door
Stockings in her little hand
Bare feet on the floor
Fly around, my pretty little miss
Fly around my daisy
Fly around, my pretty little miss
Almost drive me crazy
O, when I was a little-bitty boy
16 inches high
I used to hug and kiss them gals
Until their mommas cried
Fly around, my pretty little miss
Fly around my daisy
Fly around, my pretty little miss
Almost drive me crazy
Well Coffee grows in wide Oak trees
And rivers flow with brandy
In hills I lie with Gin to kiss my tongue
As sweet as candy
Fly around, my pretty little miss
Fly around my daisy
Fly around, my pretty little miss
Almost drive me crazy
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Moonshiner
04:25
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Well I am a moonshiner
For 17 long years
And I spent all my money
On whiskey and beer
And I go to some holler
And set up my still...
...If drinking don’t kill me
Lord I don’t know what will
And I go to some barroom
To drink with my friends
Where the women, they can’t follow
To see how much I spend
God bless them pretty women
How I wish that they was mine...
...With breath as sweet as
The dew on the vine.
Let me eat when I’m hungry
Let me drink when I’m dry
Two dollars when I’m hard up
Religion when I die
The whole world is but a bottle
And life is but a dram... .
..When the bottle is empty
Lord it sure ain’t
worth a damn.
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Says Red Molly, to James,
"Well that's a fine motorbike.
A girl could feel special on any such like."
Says James, to Red Molly, "Well my hat's off to you.
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952.
And I've seen you on the corners and cafes, it seems.
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme."
And he pulled her on behind,
And down to Boxhill they'd Ride.
Says James, to Red Molly,
"Here's a ring for your right hand.
But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man;
For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen.
I've robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine.
And now I'm twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two.
And I don't mind dyin' but for the love of you.
But if fate should break my stride,
then I'll give you my Vincent, To Ride."
"Come down Red Molly, " called Sargent McQuade.
"For they've taken young James Aidee for Armed Robbery.
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside.
Oh, come down, Red Molly, to his dying bedside."
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left.
He was runnin' out of road. He was runnin' out of breath.
But he smiled, to see her cry.
And said, "I'll give you my Vincent to Ride."
Said James, "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world
Beats a '52 Vincent and a Redheaded girl.
Now Nortons and Indians and Greavses won't do.
Oh, they don't have a Soul like a Vincent '52."
Then he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys.
He said, "I've got no further use for these.
I see Angels on Arials in leather and chrome,
Swoopin' down from Heaven to carry me home."
And he gave her one last kiss and died.
And he gave her his Vincent.
Yes he gave that Vincent
To Ride.
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500 Miles
02:09
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If you miss the train
I’m on You will know that I have gone
You can hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles
A hundred miles
A hundred miles
A hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles
Lord I’m one
Lord I’m two
Lord I’m three,
Lord I am four
Lord I’m five hundred miles from my home
500 miles
500 miles
500 miles
Five hundred miles
I am five hundred miles from my home
With no shirt on my back
Not a penny to my name
Lord I can’t go home this a-way
This a-way
This a-way
This a-way
Lord I can’t go home This a-way
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Atlas
04:46
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Pulled into town this afternoon,
Stopped into the club
Asked if we might get a bite to eat
He said son,
this’a lesson in tough love
//I got my road atlas,
I feel like Charles Atlas
Though I’m not new at this,
Neither are you
Pulled into town this afternoon,
rained the same way it rained in every other town
Made friends with all the local hooligans,
the freaks and the geeks
Invited them all to come down//
Would you like to drive the car,
would you like to hold my hand
Would you like to run this world for a minute and
Will you be sorry when I go,
Would you stop me if I tried
Or were you just along for the ride?
Next stop Orono, Maine
I-95
500 miles of rain
And I ain’t thinking about the last town
No, I ain’t thinking about Bridgeport, Connecticut//
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Old Home Place
04:00
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It's been ten long years since I left my home
In the hollow where I was born
Where the cool fall nights make the wood smoke rise
And the foxhunter blows his horn
I fell in love with a girl from the town
I thought that she would be true
I ran away to Charlottesville
And worked in a sawmill or two
//What have they done to the old home place
Why did they tear it down?
And why did I leave the plow in the field
And look for a job in the town
Well my girl she ran off with somebody else
The taverns took all my pay
And here I stand where the old home stood
Before they took it away//
Now the geese they fly south and the cold wind blows
As I stand here and hang my head
I've lost my love I've lost my home
And now I wish that I was dead//
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Jerpoint Epiphany
02:57
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9. |
Hard Times
03:25
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let us pause in life’s pleasures
and count the many tears
while we all sup sorrow with the poor
there’s a song that will linger forever in our ears
o, hard times come again no more
//it’s the song, the sigh of the weary
hard times, hard times
come again no more
many days you have lingered
around my cabin door
o, hard times come again no more
while we seek mirth and beauty
our spirits light and gay
there a frail forms
failing at the door
though their voices are silent
their pleading looks do say
o, hard times come again no more//
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Lousy Boy
05:14
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I’ve always made a lousy boy
but for a while I had it down
I hooked up with a jersey girl
and moved into a lousy town
And I knew I could do better
but I was tired of doing worse
And I’d ignore her in the kitchen
writing verse after lousy verse
//and it took a long time too
try and find you
try and get to where I could fall in love with you
and I don’t mind you
coming unglued
I been coming unglued to
it’s not by choice
I’ve always made a lousy boy
and I’ve go this lousy heart
it just don’t know how to feel
it wakes me up night with a start
it’s got a bruise that doesn’t heal
but honey you cracked it open
honey what did you expect
yeah I know it makes you nervous
it makes me a nervous wreck//
and it can take a long, long time
for old wounds to come unwound
and sometimes all your big ideas
can disappear without a sound
sometimes it really hurts me
just to look at you
I’ve always made a lousy boy
we always fall for girls like you//
a lousy boy
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In this world there's a whole lot of trouble, baby
In this world there's a whole lot of pain
In this world there's a whole lot of trouble, but
A whole lot of ground to gain
Why take when you could be giving?
Why watch as the world goes by?
It's a hard enough life to be living
Why walk when you can fly?
In this world there's a whole lot of sorrow
In this world there's a whole lot of shame
In this world there's a whole lot of sorrow
And a whole lot of ground to gain
When you spend your whole life wishing
Wanting, and wondering why
It's a long enough life to be living
Why walk when you can fly?
And in this world there's a whole lot of golden
In this world there's a whole lot of pain
In this world you've a soul for a compass
And a heart for a pair of wings
There's a star on the far horizon
Rising bright in an azure sky
For the rest of the time that you're given
Why walk when you can fly?
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13. |
Atlas
03:45
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Butch Ross Chattanooga, Tennessee
Chattanooga multi-instrumentalist and mountain dulcimer maestro Butch Ross has tackled everything from Radiohead to Bach and come away with a renewed appreciation for what the humble dulcimer is capable of. His music is born from his respect for its abilities, a respect born from the years he's spent prying apart its pieces and discovering new sounds where none existed before. ... more
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