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"Hickory Wind"
"Hickory Wind"
In south carolina
There are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree
That we used to climb
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Callin' me home
Hickory wind
I started out younger
At most everything
All the riches and pleasures
What else could life bring
But now when I'm lonesome
I always pretend
That I'm gettin' the feel of
Hickory wind
It's a hard way to find out
That trouble is real
In a far away city
With a far away feel
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Callin' me home
Hickory wind
Keeps callin' me home
Hickory wind
"Hickory Wind"
In south carolina
There are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree
That we used to climb
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Callin' me home
Hickory wind
I started out younger
At most everything
All the riches and pleasures
What else could life bring
But now when I'm lonesome
I always pretend
That I'm gettin' the feel of
Hickory wind
It's a hard way to find out
That trouble is real
In a far away city
With a far away feel
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Callin' me home
Hickory wind
Keeps callin' me home
Hickory wind
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"Honest Lullaby"
"Honest Lullaby"
Early early in the game
I taught myself to sing and play
And use a little trickery
On kids who never favored me
Those were years of crinoline slips
And cotton skirts and swinging hips
And dangerously painted lips
And stars of stage and screen
Pedal pushers, ankle socks
Padded bras and campus jocks
Who hid their vernal equinox
In pairs of faded jeans
And slept at home resentfully
Coveting their dreams
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
Yellow, brown, and black and white
Our Father bless us all tonight
I bowed my head at the football games
And closed the prayer in Jesus' name
Lusting after football heroes
Tough Pachuco, little Neroes
Forfeiting my A's for zeroes
Futures unforeseen
Spending all my energy
In keeping my virginity
And living in a fantasy
In love with Jimmy Dean
If you will be my king, Jimmy, Jimmy,
I will be your queen
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
I travelled all around the world
And knew more than the other girls
Of foreign languages and schools
Paris, Rome and Istanbul
But those things never worked for me
The town was much too small you see
And people have a way of being
Even smaller yet
But all the same though life is hard
And no one promised me a garden
Of roses, so I did okay
I took what I could get
And did the things that I might do
For those less fortunate
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
Now look at you, you must be growing
A quarter of an inch a day
You've already lived near half the years
You'll be when you go away
With your teddy bears and alligators
Enterprise communicators
All the tiny aviators head into the sky
And while the others play with you
I hope to find a way with you
And sometimes spend a day with you
I'll catch you as you fly
Or if I'm worth a mother's salt
I'll wave as you go by
And if you should ever wonder
How the years and you'll survive
Honey, you've got a mother who sings to you
Dances on the strings for you
Opens her heart and brings to you
An honest lullaby
"Honest Lullaby"
Early early in the game
I taught myself to sing and play
And use a little trickery
On kids who never favored me
Those were years of crinoline slips
And cotton skirts and swinging hips
And dangerously painted lips
And stars of stage and screen
Pedal pushers, ankle socks
Padded bras and campus jocks
Who hid their vernal equinox
In pairs of faded jeans
And slept at home resentfully
Coveting their dreams
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
Yellow, brown, and black and white
Our Father bless us all tonight
I bowed my head at the football games
And closed the prayer in Jesus' name
Lusting after football heroes
Tough Pachuco, little Neroes
Forfeiting my A's for zeroes
Futures unforeseen
Spending all my energy
In keeping my virginity
And living in a fantasy
In love with Jimmy Dean
If you will be my king, Jimmy, Jimmy,
I will be your queen
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
I travelled all around the world
And knew more than the other girls
Of foreign languages and schools
Paris, Rome and Istanbul
But those things never worked for me
The town was much too small you see
And people have a way of being
Even smaller yet
But all the same though life is hard
And no one promised me a garden
Of roses, so I did okay
I took what I could get
And did the things that I might do
For those less fortunate
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
Now look at you, you must be growing
A quarter of an inch a day
You've already lived near half the years
You'll be when you go away
With your teddy bears and alligators
Enterprise communicators
All the tiny aviators head into the sky
And while the others play with you
I hope to find a way with you
And sometimes spend a day with you
I'll catch you as you fly
Or if I'm worth a mother's salt
I'll wave as you go by
And if you should ever wonder
How the years and you'll survive
Honey, you've got a mother who sings to you
Dances on the strings for you
Opens her heart and brings to you
An honest lullaby
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"House Carpenter"
"House Carpenter"
"Well met, well met, my own true love,
Well met, well met," cried he.
"I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
All for the love of thee."
"I could have married the King's daughter dear,
She would have married me.
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold
All for the love of thee."
"Well, if you could have married the King's daughter dear, I'm sure you are to blame,
For I am married to a house carpenter,
And find him a nice young man."
"Oh, will you forsake your house carpenter
And go along with me?
I'll take you to where the grass grows green,
To the banks of the salt, salt sea."
"Well, if I should forsake my house carpenter
And go along with thee,
What have you got to maintain me on
And keep me from poverty?"
"Six ships, six ships all out on the sea,
Seven more upon dry land,
One hundred and ten all brave sailor men
Will be at your command."
She picked up her own wee babe,
Kisses gave him three,
Said "Stay right here with my house carpenter
And keep him good company.
Then she putted on her rich attire,
So glorious to behold.
And as she trod along her way,
She shown like the glittering gold.
Well, they'd not been gone but about two weeks,
I know it was not three.
When this fair lady began to weep,
She wept most bitterly.
"Ah, why do you weep, my fair young maid,
Weep it for your golden store?
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
Who never you shall see anymore?"
"I do not weep for my house carpenter
Or for any golden store.
I do weep for my own wee babe,
Who never I shall see anymore."
Well, they'd not been gone but about three weeks,
I'm sure it was not four.
Our gallant ship sprang a leak and sank,
Never to rise anymore.
One time around spun our gallant ship,
Two times around spun she,
Three times around spun our gallant ship
And sank to the bottom of the sea.
"What hills, what hills are those, my love,
That rise so fair and high?"
"Those are the hills of heaven, my love,
But not for you and I."
"And what hills, what hills are those, my love,
Those hills so dark and low?"
"Those are the hills of hell, my love,
Where you and I must go."
"House Carpenter"
"Well met, well met, my own true love,
Well met, well met," cried he.
"I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
All for the love of thee."
"I could have married the King's daughter dear,
She would have married me.
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold
All for the love of thee."
"Well, if you could have married the King's daughter dear, I'm sure you are to blame,
For I am married to a house carpenter,
And find him a nice young man."
"Oh, will you forsake your house carpenter
And go along with me?
I'll take you to where the grass grows green,
To the banks of the salt, salt sea."
"Well, if I should forsake my house carpenter
And go along with thee,
What have you got to maintain me on
And keep me from poverty?"
"Six ships, six ships all out on the sea,
Seven more upon dry land,
One hundred and ten all brave sailor men
Will be at your command."
She picked up her own wee babe,
Kisses gave him three,
Said "Stay right here with my house carpenter
And keep him good company.
Then she putted on her rich attire,
So glorious to behold.
And as she trod along her way,
She shown like the glittering gold.
Well, they'd not been gone but about two weeks,
I know it was not three.
When this fair lady began to weep,
She wept most bitterly.
"Ah, why do you weep, my fair young maid,
Weep it for your golden store?
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
Who never you shall see anymore?"
"I do not weep for my house carpenter
Or for any golden store.
I do weep for my own wee babe,
Who never I shall see anymore."
Well, they'd not been gone but about three weeks,
I'm sure it was not four.
Our gallant ship sprang a leak and sank,
Never to rise anymore.
One time around spun our gallant ship,
Two times around spun she,
Three times around spun our gallant ship
And sank to the bottom of the sea.
"What hills, what hills are those, my love,
That rise so fair and high?"
"Those are the hills of heaven, my love,
But not for you and I."
"And what hills, what hills are those, my love,
Those hills so dark and low?"
"Those are the hills of hell, my love,
Where you and I must go."
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"House Of The Rising Sun"
"House Of The Rising Sun"
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the rising sun.
It's been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I'm one.
My mother was a taylor, she sewed our new blue jeans,
My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans.
If I had listened to what my mother said,
I'd have been at home today,
But I was young and foolish, oh, God, let a rambler lead me astray.
Oh Mothers, tell your children not to do what I have done,
To spend their lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun.
I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run,
I'm going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun.
"House Of The Rising Sun"
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the rising sun.
It's been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I'm one.
My mother was a taylor, she sewed our new blue jeans,
My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans.
If I had listened to what my mother said,
I'd have been at home today,
But I was young and foolish, oh, God, let a rambler lead me astray.
Oh Mothers, tell your children not to do what I have done,
To spend their lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun.
I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run,
I'm going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun.
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"Hush Little Baby"
"Hush Little Baby"
Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird don't sing,
Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's going to buy you a looking glass.
And if that looking glass gets broke,
Mama's going to buy you a billy goat.
And if that billy goat won't pull,
Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull.
And if that cart and bull turn over,
Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover.
And if that dog named Rover won't bark,
Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart.
And if that horse and cart fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.
"Hush Little Baby"
Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird don't sing,
Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's going to buy you a looking glass.
And if that looking glass gets broke,
Mama's going to buy you a billy goat.
And if that billy goat won't pull,
Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull.
And if that cart and bull turn over,
Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover.
And if that dog named Rover won't bark,
Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart.
And if that horse and cart fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.
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"I Am A Wanderer"
"I Am A Wanderer"
I am a wanderer, feet on the ground,
Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds.
I own the star above some distant shore,
Wandering ever more.
I am a refugee torn from my land,
Cast off to travel this world to its end.
Never to see my proud mountains again
But I still remember them.
[Instrumental]
I am a labourer, sign round my neck:
"Will work for dignity, trust and respect".
Stand on this corner so you don't forget
I haven't had mine yet.
I am a prisoner pacing my cell,
Three steps and back, my corner of hell.
Lock me away and you swallow the key,
But some day I shall be free.
And I'll be a wanderer, feet on the ground,
Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds.
I own the star above some distant shore,
Wandering ever more.
"I Am A Wanderer"
I am a wanderer, feet on the ground,
Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds.
I own the star above some distant shore,
Wandering ever more.
I am a refugee torn from my land,
Cast off to travel this world to its end.
Never to see my proud mountains again
But I still remember them.
[Instrumental]
I am a labourer, sign round my neck:
"Will work for dignity, trust and respect".
Stand on this corner so you don't forget
I haven't had mine yet.
I am a prisoner pacing my cell,
Three steps and back, my corner of hell.
Lock me away and you swallow the key,
But some day I shall be free.
And I'll be a wanderer, feet on the ground,
Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds.
I own the star above some distant shore,
Wandering ever more.
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"I Dream Of Jeannie"
"I Dream Of Jeannie"
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair,
Floating like a vapor on the summer air.
I hear her melodies like days gone by,
Sighing around my heart o'er the fond hopes that die.
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,
Wailing for her lost love that comes not again.
I dream of Jeannie and my heart bows low,
Nevermore to find her where the deep waters flow.
"I Dream Of Jeannie"
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair,
Floating like a vapor on the summer air.
I hear her melodies like days gone by,
Sighing around my heart o'er the fond hopes that die.
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,
Wailing for her lost love that comes not again.
I dream of Jeannie and my heart bows low,
Nevermore to find her where the deep waters flow.
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"I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine"
(originally by Bob Dylan)
"I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine"
(originally by Bob Dylan)
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive as you our me,
Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery.
With a blanket underneath his arm and coat solid gold,
Searching for the very souls whom already had been sold.
"Arise, arise," he cried so loud with a voice without restraint.
"Come out, you gifted kings and queens and hear my sad complaint.
No martyr is among you now whom you can call your own
Go on you way accordingly, but you know you're not alone.
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive with fiery breath
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones that put him out to death.
Oh, I awoke in anger so alone and terrified.
I put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and I cried.
(originally by Bob Dylan)
"I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine"
(originally by Bob Dylan)
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive as you our me,
Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery.
With a blanket underneath his arm and coat solid gold,
Searching for the very souls whom already had been sold.
"Arise, arise," he cried so loud with a voice without restraint.
"Come out, you gifted kings and queens and hear my sad complaint.
No martyr is among you now whom you can call your own
Go on you way accordingly, but you know you're not alone.
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive with fiery breath
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones that put him out to death.
Oh, I awoke in anger so alone and terrified.
I put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and I cried.
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"I Gave My Love A Cherry"
"I Gave My Love A Cherry"
I gave my love a cherry which had no stone
I gave my love a chicken which had no bone
I gave my love a story which had no end
I gave my love a baby with no cryin'
How can there be a cherry which has no stone?
How can there be a chicken which has no bone?
How can there be a story which has no end?
How can there be a baby she's no cryin'?
A cherry when it's blooming, it has no stone
A chicken when it's pippin, it has no bone
The story that I love you, it has no end
A baby when she's sleeping, she's no cryin'.
"I Gave My Love A Cherry"
I gave my love a cherry which had no stone
I gave my love a chicken which had no bone
I gave my love a story which had no end
I gave my love a baby with no cryin'
How can there be a cherry which has no stone?
How can there be a chicken which has no bone?
How can there be a story which has no end?
How can there be a baby she's no cryin'?
A cherry when it's blooming, it has no stone
A chicken when it's pippin, it has no bone
The story that I love you, it has no end
A baby when she's sleeping, she's no cryin'.