Chordproc: Crooked Still

Intro

Chorus

There ain't no grave gonna hold my body down

Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down

When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna get up out of the ground

Aint' no grave gonna hold my body down

Verse 1

Go down yonder Gabriel put your foot on the land and sea

Oh Gabriel don't you blow your trumpet un-til you hear from me

I looked way over yonder and what do you think I see?

I see a band of angels and they're coming after me

Then I looked way down the river saw the people dressed in white

I knew it was God's people 'cause I saw them doing right

Chorus

There ain't no grave gonna hold my body down

Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down

When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna get up out of the ground

Aint' no grave gonna hold my body down

Verse 2

I'm going down to the river Jordan and I'm gonna bury my knees in the sand

Holler "Ah, hosanna" till I reach the promised land

Then I looked way over yonder and what do you think I see?

I see a band of angels and they're coming after me

So meet me King Jesus meet me won't you meet me in the middle of the air

If these wings should carry me, I won't need a-nother pair

Chorus

There ain't no grave gonna hold my body down

Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down

When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna get up out of the ground

Aint' no grave gonna hold my body down

Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down.

Angeline The Baker

Angeline the baker, lives on the village green The way I always loved her, beats all you've ever seen Angeline the baker, Angeline I know Should have married Angeline, twenty years ago Angeline the baker, age of 43 Fed her sugar candy, but she still won't marry me Angeline the baker, Angeline I know Should have married Angeline, just twenty years ago Her father was a baker, his name was Uncle Sam I never can forget her, no matter where I am She said couldn't do hard work, because she is not stout Baked the biscuits every day and poured the coffee out Angeline the baker, age of 43 Fed her sugar candy, but she still won't marry me Angeline the baker, Angeline I know Should have married Angeline, just twenty years ago I bought Angeline a brand new dress, neither black nor brown It was the colour of a stormy skies, before the rain came down Sixteen horses in my team, the leader he was blind I dreamed that I was dying, I saw my Angeline Angeline the baker, age of 43 Fed her sugar candy, but she still won't marry me Angeline the baker, Angeline I know Should have married Angeline, just twenty years ago

Darling Corey

Wake up, wake up Darling Corey Tell me what makes you sleep so sound The revenue officers are comin' Gonna tear your still house down 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 Oh the first time I saw Darling Corey She was standin' in the door She had her shoes and her stockings in her hand And her little bare feet on the floor Oh the next time I saw Darling Corey She was standin' by the banks of the sea she had a 44 strapped around her body And a banjo on her knee Oh the last time I saw Darling Corey She had a wine glass in her hand She was drinkin' that sweet liquor With a low down gamblin' man.

Ecstasy

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Oh when shall I see jesus and reign with him above And from the flowing fountain drink everlasting love Oh had I wings I would fly away and be at rest And I'd praise god in his bright abode Whene'er you meet with troubles and trials on your way Cast all your cares on jesus and don't forget to pray Oh had I wings I would fly away and be at rest And I'd praise god in his bright abode Gird on the gospel armor of faith and hope and love And when the combat's ended he'll carry you above Oh had I wings I would fly away and be at rest And I'd praise god in his bright abode Oh, do not be discouraged for jesus is your friend And if you lack for knowledge he'll not refuse to lend Oh had I wings I would fly away and be at rest And I'd praise god in his bright abode

Half Of What We Know

Verse

Your lonesomeness I know

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And your garden will not grow

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You can weed it all you want, you're still too slow

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If it wasnt for the sun,

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All the roses would've won

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And you pin up on my blouse a blue ribbon

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Chorus

And what if I never gave you keys to the kingdom fine

And what if I never made you walk that crooked line

And what if my love was raging, then would you be mine?

'Cause only half of what we know comes true in time

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Half of what we know comes true

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Little Sadie

Intro

Went out one night to make a little round I met little Sadie and I shot her down Went back home, jumped into bed 44 pistol under my head

Verse

I woke up in the morning about half past nine

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The hacks and the buggies standing in line

Gents and gamblers standing around

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Taking little Sadie to her burying ground

I began to think of what a deed I'd done

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I grabbed my hat and away I run

Made a good run, just a little too slow

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They overtook me in jericho

Verse

Standing on the corner a reading a bill

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And up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville

He said miss is your name Brown

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Remember the night you shot Sadie down

I said oh yes sir but my name is Lee

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And I murdered little Sadie in the first degree

First degree and second degree

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Got any papers will you read 'em to me

So they took me downtown and dressed me in black

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Put me on a train and started me back

All the way back to the Thomasville jail

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Had no money for to go my bail

Solo - not sure about these chords

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Verse

The judge and the jury they took their stand

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The judge had the papers in his right hand

Forty one days, forty one nights

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Forty one years to wear the ball and stripes

Outro

Went out one night to make a little round

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I met little Sadie and I shot her down

Went back home, jumped into bed

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44 pistol under my head

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New Railroad

Workin on a new railroad mud up to my knees

I'm working for big John Henry and he's so hard to please