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Rolling in my sweet baby’s arms
Rolling in my sweet baby’s arms
Gonna lay around that shack til the mail train come back
Rolling in my sweet baby’s arms
Well I ain’t gonna work on the railroad no more
Ain’t gonna work on the farm
Gonna lay around that shack til the mail train come back
Rolling in my sweet baby’s arms
Well they say your parents don’t like me
They drove me away from your door
If I had my whole life to live over again
I wouldn’t go there anymore
Well my mama’s a ginger cake baker
Sister she can weave and can spin
Well my papa’s got an interest in that old cotton mill
Watch that money flowing in
Well sometimes there’s a change in the ocean
Sometimes there’s a change in the sea
Sometimes there’s a change in my own true love
But there ain't no never change in me
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Diamond Joe
02:52
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Diamond Joe come and get me
Diamond Joe come and get me
Diamond Joe come and get me, Diamond Joe
Ain't gonna work in the country
Neither on Forster's farm
I'm gonna stay til my Maybelle come
And she's gonna call me home
I'm gonna ask you a question
Captain, tell me no lie
Will I stay in this rotten old jail
Til the day I die?
I'm tired of eating this cornbread
Can't even wash when it rains
If I could get me some meat and soap
If I could lose my chains
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Idumea/Saint's Delight
03:25
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Idumea:
And am I born to die? To lay this body down!
And must my trembling spirit fly into a world unknown
A land of deepest shade, unpierced by human thought
The dreary regions of the dead where all things are forgot
Waked by the trumpet sound I from my grave shall rise
And see the Judge with glory crowned and see the flaming skies
And see the Judge with glory crowned and see the flaming skies
Saint's Delight:
When I can read my title clear to mansions in the skies,
I’ll bid farewell to ev’ry fear and wipe my weeping eyes.
I feel like, I feel like I’m on my journey home (x2)
Should earth against my soul engage and fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage and face a frowning world.
I feel like, I feel like I’m on my journey home (x2)
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Ain't No Grave
05:04
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Ain't no grave gonna hold my body
When I hear that trumpet sound
Lord, gonna get up out of the ground
Ain't no grave gonna hold my body
Well now go down Angel Gabriel
Put your foot on the land and see
But now don't you blow that trumpet, Lord, until you hear from me
Cuz there ain't no grave...
Well I look way over yonder
What do you think I see?
I see a band of angels and they're coming after me
I went down into the valley
Saw people dressed in white
Know they were good people cuz I seen them doing right
And there ain't no grave...
Meet me, Jesus, meet me
Why don't you meet me in the middle of the air?
Cuz if these wings don't carry me I won't get another pair
Went down into the river Jordan
Buried my knees in the sand
And i'll shout a hosannah til i meet that promised land
Ain't no grave...
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Way Down to Shawneetown
02:32
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Some rows up, but we floats down,
Way down the Ohio to Shawneetown.
Chorus:
Hard on the beach oar, she moves too slow.
Way down to Shawneetown on the Ohio.
Now the current's got her and we'll take up the slack.
We'll float her down to Shawneetown and we'll bushwack her back.
Whiskey's in the jug, boys, wheat is in the sack.
We'll trade 'em down to Shawneetown and we'll bring the rock salt back.
Water's might warm, boys, the air is cold and dank,
And the cursed fog it gets so thick you cannot see the bank.
Some rows up, but we floats down,
Way down the Ohio to Shawneetown.
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Well the fox went out on a chilly night
Prayed for the moon to give him light
For he had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o (2x)
Well he ran til he came to farmer's pen
Ducks and the geese were kept therein
He said, A couple of you are going to grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o
He grabbed the grey goose by the neck
Threw the ducks across his back
He didn't mind the quack, quack, quack
And the legs all dangling down-o
Then old Mother Flipper-Flopper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she popped her head
Crying, John, John the grey goose is gone
and the fox is on the town-o
Then John he went to the top of the hill
Blew his horn both loud and shrill
The fox he said, I better flee with my kill
For they'll soon be on my trail-o
Well he ran till he came to his cozy den
There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
Saying, Daddy, Daddy, Better go back again
For it must be a mighty fine town-o
Then the fox and his wife, without any strife
Cut up the goose with a carving knife
And they never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o
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Gimme just a little more time
Lord, gimme just a little more time
So many many souls are lost in sin
So many may be left behind
I gotta lot of things that I'd like to doBefore I leave this world behind
I'm ready when you call me, Lord
But gimme just a little more time
I'm busy every day as I travel on my way
to the city far beyond the sky
And there is not a doubt that time is running out
As harvest time is drawing nigh
I need a little time to gather in my grains
Before I leave this world behind
I'm ready when you call me, LordBut gimme me just a little more time
Gimme just a little more time
Lord, gimme just a little more time
So many many souls are lost in sin
So many may be left behind
I gotta lot of things that I'd like to doBefore I leave this world behind
I'm ready when you call me, Lord
But gimme just a little more time
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8. |
Blackest Crow
04:04
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The time draws near my dearest dear when you and I must part
How little you know of the grief and woe of my poor aching heart
It's what I suffer for your sake, you’re the one I love so dear
I wish that I was going with you, or you were staying here
I wish my breast were made of glass wherein you might behold
Upon my heart your name lies wrote in letters made of gold
In letters made of gold my love, believe me when I say
You are the one that I will adore until my dying day
The blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white
If ever I prove false to you, the day would turn to night
The day would turn to night, my love, the elements would turn
If ever I prove false to you the seas would rage and burn
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Diggins
03:26
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Well, I’ll pitch my tent on this campground ... few days, few days
And give ol’ Satan another round ... and I am goin’ home
Refrain:
I can’t stay in these diggins
Few days, few days, lord
I can’t stay in these diggins
And I am goin’ home
Although I’ve liked the diggins here ...
I won’t stay here another year ...
For years I’ve labored in cold ground ...
And now at last I’m homeward bound ...
I’m going home to stay a while ...
Before I go I’ll plant a smile ...
These banking thieves I will not trust ...
And with me take my little dust ...
My mother she has gone before ...
I’ll meet here soon at glory’s door ...
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I Can Hew
03:23
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I can hew, boys, I can hack it out
I can hew the coal, I can dance and shout
I can hew, boys, coal that’s black and fine
I’m a collier lad, working down the mine
On Saint Monday’s Day it’s well I do admire
When I sits at home, by me own coal fire
Then it’s off to the pub for a pint or two
For to work on a Monday, that would never do
Well, I like my whiskey and I like my beer
I’ll drink fourteen pints, and I’ll not feel queer
I can hold my liquor well as any man
And I’ll sing and I’ll dance as long as I can
Well, me boy’s fourteen, he’s a strapping lad
And he’ll go to the pits soon just like his dad
And when Friday comes, we’ll pick up our pay
And we’ll drink together to round out the day
And it’s when I’m dead, it’s full well I know
I’ll not go to heaven, I am bound below
And me pick and me shovel Old Nick will admire
And he’ll set me a-hewing coal for his own coal fire
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Darlin' Corey
03:05
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Wake up wake up darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound
The revenue officers are coming
They're gonna tear your still house down
Go away go away darling Corey
Quit hanging around my bed
Pretty women run me distracted
Corn liquor’s killing me dead
Well the first time I seen darling Corey
She was standing in the door
Her shoes and her stockings in her hand
And her bare feet on the floor
The next time I saw darling Corey
She was standing by the sea
She had a pistol strapped her body
And a banjo on her knee
Well, the last time I saw darling Corey
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinking that sweet pizon liquor
With a lowdown gambling man
Can't you hear those bluebirds a singing
Don't you hear that mournful sound
They're preaching darling Corey's funeral
In some lonesome graveyard ground
Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold cold ground
Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow
Gonna lay darling Corey down
Wake up wake up darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound
The revenue officers are coming
They're gonna tear your still house down
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Lazy John
03:29
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Work all week in the noon day sun
Fifteen cents when Saturday comes
Going to the dance and have some fun
Why don’t you get away lazy John
Refrain:
Lazy John, lazy John
Why don’t you get your day’s work all done
You’re in the shade and I’m in the sun
Why don’t you get away lazy John
I got a gal, she lives up the road
Her teeth are crooked and her legs are bowed
But we sure have a lot of fun
Why don’t you get away lazy John
Every night when I get home
Beans in the pot and an old jawbone
Here today and tomorrow it’s gone
Why don’t you get away lazy John
Going to a dance Saturday night
We’re gonna dance til the bald daylight
Then I’ll take my girl back home
Why don’t you get away lazy John
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Chilly Winds
02:37
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I’m goin’ where those chilly winds, those chilly winds don’t blow.
I’m goin’ where those chilly winds don’t blow.
I’m goin’ where those chilly winds, those chilly winds don’t blow.
I’m headed for my long lonesome, long lonesome road.
Headed for my long lonesome road.
I’m goin’ where the water tastes like wine...
I’m goin’ where weather suits my clothes...
I’m goin’ where the streets are paved with gold...
When I’m gone, now don’t you weep for me...
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Greenland Fisheries
02:22
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Oh Greenland is a dreadful place, it’s a land that’s never green,
Where there’s ice and snow, and the whale-fish blow,
And the daylight’s seldom seen, brave boys, and the daylight’s seldom seen.
‘Twas in eighteen-hundred and fifty-three and of June the thirteenth day,
That our gallant ship her anchor weighed,
And for Greenland bore away, brave boys, and for Greenland bore away
Well the lookout stood in the cross-trees high with a spyglass in his hand
“There’s a whale, there’s a whale, there’s a bloody great whale,”
“And she blows on every span, brave boys, and she blows on every span”
Well the captain walked on the quarter deck, and a stern-looking man was he,
“Overhaul, overhaul, let your davit tackles fall!”
And we launched our boats to sea, brave boys, and we launched our boats to sea
Well the harpoon struck and the line paid out, but she gave a flourish with her tail,
And the boat capsized and four men were drowned.
And we never caught that whale.
“Now to lose that whale,” our captain said, “it grieves my heart full sore”
“But oh, to lose those four gallant men”
“Well it grieves me ten times more, brave boys, it grieves me ten times more.”
Oh Greenland is a dreadful place where our fisher-lads have to go
Where the rose and the lily never bloom in spring -
No, there’s only ice and snow.
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Grey Funnel Line
03:15
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Don’t mind the rain, nor the rolling sea,
The weary night never worried me.
But the hardest time in a sailor’s day
Is to watch the sun as she dies away.
Here’s one more day on the grey funnel line.
Oh Lord if dreams were only real,
I’d have my hands on that wooden wheel.
And with all my heart, I’d turn her round,
And tell the boys that we’re homeward bound.
Here’s one more day on the grey funnel line.
I’ll pass the time like some machine
Until blue waters turn to green.
Then I’ll dance on down that walk ashore,
And sail the grey funnel line no more.
Here’s one more day on the grey funnel line.
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16. |
Going Across the Sea
05:09
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Refrain:
Going across the sea, gone forever more,
Fare-thee-well, my pretty little miss, I’m goin’ across the sea.
Wish that I had a nickel, and I wish that I had a dime.
Wish that I had a pretty little girl, I’d kiss her all the time.
Ship she lies at harbor, now won’t you go with me?
I’ve got ramblin’ on my mind, I’m goin’ across the sea.
Well the wind is blowin’ low and the wind is blowin’ high,
I’ll be true to my true love until the day I die.
Well I wish that I had a banjo string made of the golden twine,
Every tune I’d play on it I’d wish that girl was mine.
I wish that I had a needle and thread as fine as I could sew,
Sew that pretty girl by my side and down the road we’d go.
Wish that I was an apple, a-hangin’ on a tree,
When my true love passed me by she’d take a bite of me.
Well I’m goin’ across the sea gone forever more,
Left my little darlin’ girl a-standing in the door.
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