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Misc: Country : Nora Brown

  1. Across The Rocky Mountain
  2. Buck Creek Girls
  3. North Country
  4. Springtime Of Life
  5. Hills Of Mexico
  6. Billy Gray
  7. East Virginia Blues
  8. Wild Bill Jones
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Across The Rocky Mountain

<Roscoe Holcomb>
Capo:
II
Em
Across the rocky mountain I walked for miles and miles
Em
C
Em
Across the rocky mountain I walked for miles and miles
Em
C
Em
Across the rocky mountain I walked for miles and miles
Em
I'll never forget my mother's looks, God bless her sweetly smile There was an old rich farmer who lived in the neighborhood bye He had one lonely daughter, on her I cast my eye She was most tall and handsome, blue eyes and curly hair There never was a girl in the wide world with her I could compare Well your cheeks they are too rosy, your fingers are too small Well your cheeks they are too rosy, your fingers are too small Well your cheeks they are too rosy, your fingers are too small Oh, your cheeks they are too rosy to face the cannonball No my cheeks are not too rosy, my fingers not to small No my cheeks are not too rosy, my fingers not to small No my cheeks are not too rosy, my fingers not to small And it would not change my conscience to see ten thousand fall She was walking through the battlefield, searching up and down She was walking through the battlefield, searching up and down She was walking through the battlefield, searching up and down All among the dead and wounded, her darling Jack she found She picked him up all in her arms, she carried him to the town She picked him up all in her arms, she carried him to the town She picked him up all in her arms, she carried him to the town She took him to the doctor, safe from the cold hard ground

Buck Creek Girls

<Trad>
Tuning: FDGCD (F-tuning: Sawmill with a low F drone string)
https://banjonews.com/2013-04/john_cohen_life_of_a_rambler.html
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 Buck Creek girls wanna go to Cripple Creek Cripple Creek girls wanna go to town

North Country

<Saltwater Taffy>
Capo:
II
But where is it from originally?
C
G
C
D
And she's gone, she's gone, gone, said he
C
G
D
G
She's gone away to the North Country
C
D
C
G
Well she tried and tried, to make it her home
C
D
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G
But with each passing day, felt her heart turn to stone And she's gone, she's gone, gone, said he She's gone away to the North Country And we gave her all that a young girl could need All the things that make for a good life to lead And she's gone, she's gone, gone, said he She's gone away to the North Country Well goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, said she This life ain't mine, I can't make it be And she's gone, she's gone, gone, said he She's gone away to the North Country

Springtime Of Life

<Ola Belle Reed>
D
C
D
We fell in love on a green, grassy hillside
D
C
D
In the springtime of life did we chance to meet
D
C
D
Flowers are blooming and the birds are singing
D
C
D
The world and its riches lay there at our feet So sacred and tender was young love a-bloomin' Once in a lifetime it happens that way We made our plans for the day we'd marry We'd keep it a secret till our wedding day Now, both of us knew our love was forbidden "Not good enough" was the words they did say But I wanted to marry that boy from the mountain Happily we planned for our wedding day Now, springtime had passed, then summer, then fall Cold winter wind brought fleecy, white snow No longer we sat on a green, grassy hillside The love we had shared was lost evermore For I moved away, not knowing the reason I waited so long for him to come But he did not come, then there came the message That he'd wed another and left me alone Now young love in springtime on a green, grassy hillside Could not endure the heat and the cold It was so strong while we were together Separated, it was lost like a rich man and his gold Separated, it was lost like a rich man and his gold

Hills Of Mexico

<Trad; Roud 634>
Tuning: GDGBD (banjo standard)
I went out in old Fort Worth in eighteen and eighty-three When a Mexican cowboy came steppin' up to me He said how are you young fellow, and would you like go And spend the season working with me in Mexico? Well, having no employment, back to him I did say 'Tis according to your wages, 'tis according to your pay Said, I'll pay you good wages, on a steamboat you will go And spend the season working with me in Mexico Well, back upon that old steamboat, back to home I did go Those bells they were ringing, those whistles they did blow Go home back to friends and loved ones and tell them not to go To that God forsaken county in the hills of Mexico

Billy Gray

<Norman Blake>
G
C
G
D
Billy Gray rode into Gantry back in '83
C
G
G
D
There he did meet young Sarah McRae
G
C
G
D
The wild rose of morning, that pale flower dawning
C
G
D
C
Herald of springtime in his young life that day Sarah she could not see the daylight of reality In her young eyes Billy bore not a flaw Knowing not her chosen one was a hired gun Wanted in Kansas City by the law Then one day a tall man came riding 'cross the Badlands Lying to the north of New Mexico He was overheard to say he was looking for Bill Gray Perilous man and a dangerous outlaw Well the deadly news came creeping to Billy, fast sleeping There in the Clarendon Bar and Hotel He fled toward the old church there on the outskirts Thinking he'd climb to that old steeple bell But a rifle ball came flying, face down he lay dying There in the dust of the road where he fell Sarah she ran to him, just cursing the lawman Accepting no reason, knowing he was killed Sarah lives in that same old white frame house Where she first met Billy some forty years ago And the wild rose of morning, she's faded with the dawning With each day of sorrow the long years have sown And written on a stone where the dusty winds have long blown Eighteen words to a passing world say "True love knows no season, no rhyme, nor no reason Justice is cold as the Granger County clay"

East Virginia Blues

<Trad; Roud 3396>
Tuning: FDGCD (F-tuning: Sawmill with a low F drone string)
Gm 00020
Bb 00323
F 03203
Gm
Bb
F
I am from old East Virginia
Gm
To North Carolina I did go
Gm
Bb
F
There I met a fair young maiden
Gm
Though her name I did not know
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 Oh her hair was black and curly And her cheeks were a rosy red On her breast she wore white linen There I long to lay my head I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't never shine Than to see you with some other And to know you'd never be mine But I must leave old North Carolina I must leave you all alone I'm going across that rocky mountain East Kentucky will be my home When I was lost out on the mountain Wild dog moaning in the air I miss that gal from North Carolina With dark drown eyes and coal black hair When I'm asleep I'm dreaming about her When I'm awake I see no rest Every moment seems like an hour Many a tear o'er her I've shed I've kept each of your letters I hold them closely to my heart But this ring that you gave me, darling From my hands will never part Captain, captain, I am dying Won't you take these words for me Take them back to East Virginia Till my darling she is free

Wild Bill Jones

<Trad; Roud 2246>
Tuning: FDGCD
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 As I went down for to take a little walk I came upon that Wild Bill Jones He was a walking and a talking by my true lover's side And I bid him to leave her alone He said my age is twenty-one Too old to be controlled I pulled my revolver from my side And I destroyed that poor boy's soul He reeled and he staggered, and he fell to the ground And then he gave one dying moan He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck Saying honey won't you take me home So put them handcuffs on me boys And lead me to that freight car gate I have no friends or relations there No one for to go my bail So pass around that old long necked bottle And we'll all go on a spree For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones And tomorrow will be the last of me They sent me to prison for twenty long years This poor boy longs to be free But Wild Bill Jones and that long necked bottle Have been the ruin of me