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Misc: Folk : Modern

  1. 817 Oakland Avenue
  2. Alice's Restaurant
  3. Bless The Weather
  4. Catbird Seat
  5. Clare To Here
  6. Cod Liver Oil And Orange Juice
  7. Colours
  8. Dandelion Blues
  9. Denver Girls
  10. Diamonds And Rust
  11. Four In The Morning
  12. Goin' Back To Harlan
  13. Green Green Rocky Road
  14. The Hills Of Shiloh
  15. I Ain't Marching Any More
  16. Indiana
  17. Jump For Joy
  18. Lady Came From Baltimore
  19. May You Never
  20. Marvellous Companion
  21. More Than Enough
  22. No Gods And Precious Few Heroes
  23. Old Man's Song
  24. Palaces Of Gold
  25. The River St. Johns
  26. Sail On
  27. Streets Of London
  28. Talk To Me Of Mendocino
  29. Violets Of Dawn
  30. Walk My Way
  31. What You Do With What You've Got
  32. When I Leave Berlin
  33. When I'm Gone
  34. Will The Circle Be Unbroken?
    1

817 Oakland Avenue [Charlie Parr]

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
Capo:
II
 .
D
.
G
D
A
G
|---5---3---2---0---|-------|
|---7---4---3---2---|-3-----| ....
|---7---4---2---2---|-0-----|
|---0-------------2-|-------|
|---------------0---|-------|
|-0---0-----0-------|-5-----|
D
G
Can you remember what it's like When all the world's filled with light Now do you have that in your sight
D
A
G
Spread it around, do Spread it all around, do Then spread it around, do Have you felt joy in your days Even though you've had your share of pain What does hoarding that joy gain Then spread it around, do Spread it all around, do Then spread it around, do Has your belly ever been full And have you fed your family too Does your table have just a little more room Then spread it around, do Spread it all around, do Then spread it around, do Are your blankets soft and warm Does the roof above you keep out the storms Can you save someone else from being cold Then spread it around, do Spread it all around, do Then spread it around, do It's true about love It'll die if it's covered up It's got to be all given away So we can all feel the heat of its rays Can you remember what it's like When all the world's filled with light Now do you have that in your sight Then spread it around, do Spread it all around, do Then spread it around, do

Alice's Restaurant [Arlo Guthrie]

Capo:
II
F#dim xx1212
/g
/a
/b
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|-----0---1---3----|
|------------------|
|------------------|
|---------0---2----|
|-----3------------|
C
A
D
G
C
/g
/a
/b
|-0-----------0----|-------5---3---0--|------0------3--0-|------------------|
|----------3-------|------------------|-2/3----3---------|-1---0---1---3----|
|-------0----------|------------------|----------5-------|------------------|
|----2-------------|----2-------------|------------------|------------------|
|-3--------2-----1-|-0-------0---0----|-4/5--------------|-3-------0---2----|
|------------------|------------------|-------------3----|-----3------------|
C
A
D
G
C
/g
/a
/b
|-0-----------0----|-------5---3----0-|----------------0-|------------------|
|----------3-------|------------------|-2/3--3------3----|-0---1---2---3----|
|-------0----------|------------------|---------5--------|------------------|
|----2-------------|----2-------------|------4-----------|------------------|
|-3--------2-----1-|-0-------0---0----|-4/5--------------|-----0---1---2----|
|------------------|------------------|------------------|-3----------------|
C
F
F#dim
|-0-----------0----|-0--0----0--3---0-|------------------|------------------|
|----------3-------|------------------|----0-----0--1--1-|---1---3--1-3-----|
|------0-----------|------------------|-2-----2----------|------------------|
|----2-------------|------------------|------------------|------------------|
|-3--------2-----2-|-3-----3----------|------------------|------------------|
|------------------|------------------|-1----------------|-2---2------------|
C
A
D
G
C
|-0-----------0----|------5-----3---0-|------0---3-0-----|-0-----------0----|
|----------3-------|------------------|-2/3---3-------1--|----------3-------|
|-------0----------|------------------|--------5---------|-------0----------|
|----2-------------|----2-------------|------------------|----2-------------|
|-3--------2-----1-|-0-------0----0---|-4/5-----------3--|-3--------2-----1-|
|------------------|------------------|----------3-------|------------------|
C
A7
D7
G7
C
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
C
A7
D7
G7
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
C
C7
Walk right in, it's around the back
F
F#dim
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
C
A7
D7
G7
C
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant

Bless The Weather [John Martyn]

Tuning: DADGAD
Chords just alternate between Dm7 and Gm7 every bar
|----------------------|-0-------0------------|--0-------------------|-0-------0---0--------|
|----------------------|----------------------|----------0-----------|----------------------|
|--0h2p0--0-0-2--------|-0h2p0--2--0h2p0------|--0h2p0--0-0h2p0------|-0h2p0---0h2-0h2p0----|
|--3----3-3-3-3-3------|------3-3--3----3-----|-------3--------3----0|-------3----------3---|
|----------------------|----------------------|-------------------3--|----------------------|
|-0-----x-0-0-0-0-x-0-3|-------x---------x-5-3|-0------x--------x---0|-----x--x----------x-0|
 Time after time, I held it just to watch it die Line after line, I loved it just to watch it cry
|----------0-0---------|--------0---0---0-----|---------0---0-0------|
|----------------------|-------------------0--|-0--------------------|
|-0------0-----0-------|-0----0-0---0-2-0-----|-0-----0-----0-0------|
|-----3----------0-----|--------------3------0|-------3--------------|
|-------------------0--|----------------------|-------------------0--|
|---x---x---x-----x---0|--x-x-----x-------x---|---x-x-----x-----x---0|
 Bless the weather that brought you to me Curse the storm that takes you away
|-------------0--------|-0------0-------------|-0--------------------|
|-----------0----------|-5--------------------|--------1-------------|
|-0----0---------------|----------0-----------|-0------0----0--------|
|------0---------------|----------------------|-------------3--------|
|-----------------0----|----------------------|----------------------|
|----x----0-----x---0-x|---x-x-0---x-5b6-5b6-5|---x--x----x---x--5--0|
 Bless the weather that brought you to me Curse the storm that takes you home
|-0---------0----------|-0---0-0-------0------|
|----------------------|-1---1----------------|
|-0-------0------------|-0-----------3--------|
|-3--------------------|----------------------|
|----------------------|-------------------0--|
|---x--x--x---x--x--0-5|---x-----x-x-----x---0|
 Wave after wave, I washed it just to watch it turn Day after day, I cooled it just to watch it burn
|-0-------0------------|-0------0-0-----------|-0------0-------------|---------0------------|
|-0-----0--------------|-1------1-----0-------|-0--------------------|-1-----1---1----------|
|-0-----2--------------|----------------------|-0-------------0------|-0-----0-----0--------|
|----------------------|----------------3-----|-3-----------5--------|---------------3------|
|----------------------|----------------------|----------------------|-------------------0--|
|-----x-----x---x--0--5|---x--x-----x-----x--0|-x--x-x---x--5---x-0-5|---x-x-------x---x---0|
 Bless the weather that brought you to me Curse the storm that takes you home Bless the weather that brought you to me Curse the storm that takes you away
|----------0-----------|-0-----0--------------|-----------0----------|-0---0-0--------------|
|----------------------|-1--------------------|-0-------0------------|-1---1-----------0----|
|-0------0-------------|-0---0-------0--------|-0-------------------0|-0---0-----0----------|
|-3------3-------------|---------------3------|-3-------3---------0--|-------------3-3------|
|----------------------|----------------------|----------------------|----------------------|
|---x--x-----x-x-x--3-0|---x-----5-0-----x-5-0|----x--x-----x---x----|---------x---------5-0|
 Pain after pain, I stood it just to see how it feels Rain after rain, I stood it just to make it real
|-0-------0------------|-0------0--------0----|-0---------0-0----0---|-0-------0------------|
|-0-----0--------------|-1------1------1------|-0---------0----0-----|-1-----1--------------|
|-0-----------0--------|-0------0-------------|-0-0h2p0---0----------|-0-----0---0-3-5------|
|-3-----------------0--|----------------------|-3------3-------------|----------------------|
|----------------------|-------------------0--|----------------------|-------------------0--|
|---x-x-----x---x-x---0|----x-0----x-0-------0|----------x----x---x-0|---x-x-----------x---0|
 Bless the weather that brought you to me Curse the day you go away Bless the weather that brought you to me Curse the storm that takes you away
|-0---------0----------|-0-------0------0-----|-0---------0----------|-0------0-------------|
|-0-------0------------|-1--1--1------1-------|-0-------0------------|-1----1---------------|
|-2-------2------------|-0--0--0------0-------|-2-------2------0-----|-0-------------0------|
|-3-------3------------|--------------3-------|-3---3---3----3-----0-|-----------3----------|
|-------------------0--|-------------------0--|------------------0---|-------------------0--|
|------x------x--x----5|---x-x-----x-0---x---0|---0---x-----x---x---0|---x-x---x---x---x---0|
 Time after time, I held it just to watch it die Line after line, I loved it just to watch it cry
|-0---------0----------|-0--------0-----------|-0-------0------------|-0-----0--------------|
|---------0---0--------|-1------1-------------|-0-----0--------------|-1---1----------------|
|-0h2p0---2----0-------|-0------0------0------|-2-----2--------------|-0---0-----0---0------|
|------3--------3---0--|----------------------|-3-----3-------3---0--|-------------3--------|
|----------------------|-------------------0--|-----------5----------|----------------------|
|--------x---x----x---5|---x--x-----x----x---0|---x-x-------0---x---0|--x-x----x-------x-5-0|
 Bless the weather that brought you to me Curse the storm that takes you away Bless the weather that brought you to me Curse the storm that takes you away
|---------0------------|-0---------0----------|-----------0----------|-0---------0----------|
|-0-----0--------------|-1------1-------------|-0------0-------------|-1---1---1------------|
|-2-----2--------------|-0------0------0------|-2------2-----0-------|-0--0----0----0-------|
|-3-----3-------3---0--|-----------------3----|-3------3----------0--|---3-----------3---0--|
|----------------------|-------------------0--|----------------------|----------------------|
|---x-x-----x-0---x---0|---x--x------x---x---0|---x--x----------x---0|-------x-----x---x---0|
|----------0-----------|-0------0-0-----------|---------0------------|-0-------0-0----------|
|----------------------|-1----1---------------|----------------------|-1-----1---1----------|
|-0h2p0---0--0h2p0-----|-0----0---0h2p0-------|-0h2p0--2-0h2p0-------|-0-----0---0-0-0------|
|-3----3----------3----|---------------3------|-3----3-3-3----3------|------------------0--0|
|--------------------0-|-------------------0--|-------------------0--|----------------------|
|--------x-----x----x-0|--x-x------------x---0|-------x---------x---0|---x-0-----------x-0--|
|-0h3-3-5-10-7~-7------------|---0-0---0-0-0---0---0---0------------|
|----------------------------|---1---1---1-1---1---1---1------------| x4
|----------------------------|---0-0---0-0-0---0---0---0------------|
|-0h3-3-5-10-7~-7---5h7p5---5|-3-------------3---3---3---3---0------|
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|-0h2p0h2p0h2p0h2p0h2p0--------|
|------------------------------| ... (fade out)
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Catbird Seat [Ben Glover]

Capo:
II
Am
A hooker on the steps of Trinity Church
Dm
High heels pacing in the sun
G
Sweat on her lip, swagger in her hip
Am
Eyes the colour of a gun Sitting on a bench, cash in his pocket Waiting as the church bells chime Crows scatter and scream, he makes the sign of the cross And checks his watch for the time
F
A little red purse, a bible verse
C
Sirens on a one-way street
G
Written in blood, in river mud
Am
G
F
Killer in the catbird seat
Am
G
F
There's a killer in the catbird seat Tarmac kisses, a warm embrace A real short walk and she was gone He replays the scene in his sandstone dreams Burning in his soul till the dawn Yonder lover slipped into a tattoo shop As the stars come alive in the sky He almost had him a family He almost had him a wife A little red purse, a bible verse...
Instrumental verse
A little red purse, a bible verse... Suits went silent in the street light Night throws a blanket on the day River rats run through rotting trash Where the body in the high heels lay Wind rips leaves from the cottonwood trees Razor wire glistens on the ledge Moonlight falls on the water A shadow rises on the bridge A little red purse, a bible verse... A little red purse, a bible verse...

Clare To Here [Ralph McTell]

F
G
Four who shared this room and we work hard for the craic
F
G
Sleeping late on Sundays, will we ever get to Mass?
F
G
C
It's a long way from Clare to here
F
G
Am
It's a long way from Clare to here
F
Em
Am
It's a long, long way, it gets further by the day
F
G
Am
It's a long, long way from Clare to here When Friday comes around, we're only into fighting Ma would like a letter home, but I'm too tired for writing It's a long way from Clare to here ... It almost breaks my heart when I think of Josephine I told them I'd be coming home with my pockets full of green It's a long way from Clare to here ... The only time I feel alright is when I'm into drinking It sort of eases the pain of it and it levels out my thinking It's a long way from Clare to here ... I sometimes hear the fiddles play, or maybe it's a notion I dream I see white horses dance upon that other ocean It's a long way from Clare to here ...

Cod Liver Oil And Orange Juice [Hamish Imlach]

Capo:
III
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Em
A7
|
Em
A7
|
Em
C
G
Em
Well, out of the east, there came a hard man
Em
C
C
G
Ooh-ooh, all the way from Brigton
G
Em
(
G
) Aah-aah, glory hallelujah
G
B7
Em
A7
Em
A7
Cod liver oil and the orange juice Well, he went into a pub and he come out paralytic Ooh-ooh, VP and cider Aah-aah, what a hell of a mixture Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Sex rears its ugly head now...
Does this bus go to the Danister Palais? Ooh-ooh, I'm lookin' for a lumber Aah-aah, glory hallelujah Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Eyes up the talent, and lo and behold...
In the dancin' he met Hairy Mary Ooh-ooh, the floo'er o' the Gorbels Aah-aah, glory hallelujah Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Chats her up...
Ah, now, Mary, are ye dancin'? Oh, no, it's just the way I'm standin' Aah-aah, glory hallelujah Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Rebuffed!
"Well, then, Mary, you're one in a million" "Ooh-ooh, so's your chances!" Aah-aah, glory hallelujah Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Rebuffed again!
"Well, then, Mary, can I run ye home? Ooh-ooh, I've got a pair of sand shoes Aah-ahh, you're hell of a funny..." Cod liver oil and the orange juice
Never say die.
Sways about nonchalantly, picking his nails with his bayonette.
When he knocks her off...
 Well, doon through the back close, and into the dunny Ooh-ooh, it wasn't for the first time Aah-aah, glory hallelujah Cod liver oil and the orange juice Then out came her mammy, she was goin' to the cludgie Ooh-ooh, I buggered off sharpish Aah-aah, glory hallelujah Cod liver oil and the orange juice Now Hairy Mary's lookin' for her hard man Ooh-ooh, he's joined the Foreign Legion Aah-ahh, Sahara under a camel Cod liver oil and the orange juice Then Hairy Mary had a little baby Ooh-ooh, his father's in the army Aah-aah, glory hallelujah Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Colours [Donovan]

Capo:
IV
C
F
C
F
C
C
F
C
Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair
F
C
In the mornin' when we rise
F
C
In the mornin' when we rise
G
F
That's the time, that's the time
C
I love the best Blue's the colour of the sky In the mornin' when we rise In the mornin' when we rise That's the time, that's the time I love the best Green's the colour of the sparklin' corn In the mornin' when we rise In the mornin' when we rise That's the time, that's the time I love the best Mellow is the feeling that I get When I see her, mm hmm When I see her, uh huh That's the time, that's the time I love the best Freedom is a word I rarely use Without thinkin', mm hmm Without thinkin', mm hmm Of the time, of the time When I've been loved

Dandelion Blues [Incredible String Band]

C* x32013
C*
G7
C
G/b
Am7
E
F
You meet a girl, she moves soft eyes and pulls you in the game
C
C
G
Perhaps you do not wonder her reasons or her name
C*
G7
C
G/b
Am7
E
F
You'll follow her on out the room, how sweet her body flows
C
F
F
G
C
Say take it easy, make it lazy, that's the way to go
F
C
Do believe it's easy Do believe it's easy Do believe it's easy
F
G
C
Don't even have to try You may lip your flute or pick your strings to hear the music grow Maybe you'll stand by a while, it all comes through you so Just maybe you will hit magic sounds that call you to your heart And gently you will follow down and view yourself apart Do believe it's easy... If when the moon's a toothy smile you meet a whirling wind Whirls you clear to nowhere and forgets where you came in There is no call to worry, or be sorry that you came You may maze along there for a space, oh buddy and then come back to your name Do believe it's easy... Now, if your man gets busted and you hope to go his bail Suppose you cannot borrow money, you may go to borrow the mail Yes, if your man gets busted and you hope to go his fine You may laze along to the judge's house, sweet woman, and set it on he line Do believe it's easy...

Denver Girls [Gill Landry]

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Am
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Am
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Am
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Am
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Am
/b
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/c
/d
/c
/b
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F
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E
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Am
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x2
Am
G
Am
She wore a silver talisman and always spoke in flames
Am
G
Am
Found me on the road half dead, looking for a change
F
C
G
Am
She said, hey, broken hearted man quit standing in the door
F
C
G
Am
If it's not paradise now, tell me what you're waiting for
F
Am
Don't you know? There is no evermore
G
C
She told me of her new religion
F
To the sound of passing trains
F
C
G
Am
She tied me to that motel bed, left me to call her name
F
Am
And you know, I've never been the same With those eyes like faded jewels And that crooked country smile That Denver girl, she drug me down A rough and ragged mile And you know, it sure was worth the while She said hey I love you now, but let's get one thing clear Many roads will get you there but none will take you here If you knew just where you are, she said, you wouldn't be so sad The only thing you ever lose is what you think you have Don't you know? It isn't good or bad Then she sang a lonesome ballad Like Nehemiah Curtis James That Denver girl stole my heart With every song she sang And you know, I've never been the same Oh those eyes like faded jewels And that crooked country smile That Denver girl, she drug me down A rough and ragged mile And you know, it sure was worth the while

Diamonds And Rust [Joan Baez]

Capo:
I
|
Em
/f#
/e
|
x2
Em
/f#
/e
Well I'll be damned
C
Here comes your ghost again
G
But that's not unusual
D
It's just that the moon is full
Em
/f#
/e
And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the Midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed
Bm
Now I see you standing
Am
With brown leaves falling around and snow in your hair
Bm
Now you're smiling out the window
Am
Of that crummy hotel over Washington Square
C
Our breath comes out white clouds
G
Mingles and hangs in the air
Fmaj7
Speaking strictly for me
G
B7
We both could have died then and there |
Em
/f#
/e
|
x2
Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid

Four In The Morning [Jesse Colin Young]

<George C. Remaily>
Capo:
I
Em7
A7
|-----0-------0---|-----3---5-3-----|
|---------3^------|-----2-----------|
|-----------------|-----------------|
|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---|
|-----------------|-0-------0-------|
|-0-------0-------|-----------------|
Em
C
G
D
A
Em
A7
Em
Four in the morning and the water is pouring down Stove don't work and my baby has just left town I'm lying on my back 'cause there just ain't nothing to drink Empty bottles on the floor and dirty dishes in the sink Nothin' to drink and the sun ain't gonna shine I left my baby 'cause she just won't stop lyin' Well I saw my baby and she took back all that she said It don't make difference now, 'cause I shot them both in bed Jimmy Joe with his legs and knees all bandaged up Came asking for some money and all I had was a buck Four in the morning and the water is pouring down Stove don't work and my baby has just left town I'm watching a cockroach crawling in an old bean can He says when your baby's left you, I bet it's tough to be a man Four in the morning and the water is pouring down

Goin' Back To Harlan

Capo:
I
|
Am
|
C
|
F
|
G
|
x2
Am
C
There were no cuckoos, no sycamores
F
G
We played about the forest floor
Dm
C
Underneath the silver maples
G
Am
The balsams and the sky We popped the heads off dandelions Assuming roles from nursery rhymes Rested on the riverbank And grew up by and by And grew up by and by
C
G
Frail my heart apart and play me a little Shady Grove
C
G
Ring the bells of rhymney till they ring inside my head forever
C
G
Am
Bounce the bow, rock the gallows for the hangman's reel
G
C
G
And wake the devil from his dream
C
G
I'm going back to Harlan, oh oh oh oh
C
G
I'm going back to Harlan, oh oh oh oh
Am
Am
I'm going back to Harlan And if you were Willie Moore And I was Barbara Allen Or Fair Ellen all sad at the cabin door A-weeping and a-pinin' for love A-weeping and a-pinin' for love Frail my heart apart... I'm going back to Harlan... |
C
|
G
|
C
|
G
|
C
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G
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C
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Green Green Rocky Road [Dave Van Ronk]

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)
Capo:
IV
D
G
D
|----------------|-------2--------|----------------|---0------------|
|-------3--------|---3------------|-------3--------|-3-----3--------| x2
|-2h4-------4----2h4--------------|-2h4-------4----|----------------|
|-----0-------0--|-----0-------0--|-----0-------0--|-----0-------0--|
|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
|-0-------0------|-0-------0------|-0-------0------|-5-------0------|
When I go by Baltimore, ain't no carpet on my floor You come along and follow me, we'll go down to Galilee
Dsus2
D
D(v)
G/d
D
D
D(v)
G
D
|-0-----2--------|-5-----5--------|-3-3---2--------|---0---2-----5--|-3-3---2--------|
|-3-----3--------|/7-----7--------|-3-3---3--------|---3---3-----7--|-3-3---3--------|
|-2-----2--------|-7-----7--------|-4-4---2--------|---2---2-----7--|-------2--------|
|-----0-------0--|-----0-------0--|-----0-------0--|-----0-------0--|-----0-------0--|
|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
|-0-------0------|-0-------0------|-0-------0------|-0-------0------|-5-------0------|
Green, green rocky road, promenading green
D
G
D
|-----------0----|h2---------0----|----------------|----------------|
|---------3------|---------3------|-3--------------|----------------|
|-----2h4--------|-----2h4--------|-2--------------|----------------|
|-----0-------0--|-----0-------0--|-----0-------0--|-----0-------0--|
|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
|-0-------0------|-0-------5------|-0-------0------|-0-------0------|
Tell me... love... who you love
D
When I go by Baltimore
D
G
D
Ain't no carpet on my floor
D
You come along and follow me
D
G
D
(
Dsus2
D
) We'll go down to Galilee
D(v)
G/d
D
Green, green, rocky road
D
D(v)
G/d
D
You promenade in green
D
Tell me who you love
G
D
Tell me who you love See that crow up in the fly He don't walk, he just fly He don't walk, he don't run Keep on flapping to the sun Green, green, rocky road... Little Miss Janey run to the wall Don't you stumble, don't you fall Don't you sing, don't you shout When I see you come running out Howling green, green, rocky road... Ooka-dooka, soda cracker Does your mama chew tobacco? If your mama chews tobacco Ooka-dooka, ooka-dooka, soda cracker Howling green, green, rocky road... When I go by Baltimore Need no carpet on my floor You come along and follow me There's a man from Galilee Howling green, green, rocky road...

The Hills Of Shiloh [Shel Silverstein]

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Have you seen Amanda Blaine in the Hills of Shiloh?
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Walking in the morning rain in the Hills of Shiloh?
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Have you seen her at her door
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Listening for the cannon's roar
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And the man who went to war from the Hills of Shiloh? Have you seen her haunted eyes in the Hills of Shiloh? Have you heard her mournful cries in the Hills of Shiloh? Have you seen her running down Searching through the sleeping town In her yellowed wedding gown in the Hills of Shiloh? Have you seen her standing there in the Hills of Shiloh? Wind a-blowing through her hair in the Hills of Shiloh? Listening for the sound of guns Listening for the rolling drums And the man who never comes to the Hills of Shiloh? Have you heard Amanda sing in the Hills of Shiloh? Whispered to her wedding ring in the Hills of Shiloh? Heard her humming soft and low Poor Amanda doesn't know 'Twas ended forty years ago in the Hills of Shiloh

I Ain't Marching Any More [Phil Ochs]

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Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans
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At the end of the early British wars
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The young land started growing, the young blood started flowing
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But I ain't marchin' anymore For I've killed my share of Indians in a thousand different fights I was there at the Little Big Horn I heard many men lying, I saw many more dying But I ain't marchin' anymore
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It's always the old to lead us to the wars
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It's always the young to fall
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Now look at all we've won, with the saber and the gun
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Tell me is it worth it all? For I stole California from the Mexican land Fought in the bloody Civil War Yes, I even killed my brothers and so many others But I ain't marchin' anymore For I marched to the battles of the German trench In a war that was bound to end all wars Oh, I must have killed a million men, and now they want me back again But I ain't marchin' anymore It's always the old to lead us to the wars It's always the young to fall Now look at all we've won, with the saber and the gun Tell me is it worth it all? For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky Set off the mighty mushroom roar When I saw the cities burning, I knew that I was learning That I ain't marchin' anymore Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore Call it peace or call it treason, call it love or call it reason But I ain't marchin' anymore No, I ain't marchin' anymore

Indiana [Patrick Street]

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Fare thee well now, Indiana
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Your green land has been good to me
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There I travelled, there I settled
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There I raised up my family
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But the cord has never severed
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And the longing each day it has grown
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So tomorrow I'll be leaving
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For the land that I call my home All my friends say that I'm crazy Going back to such poverty America is, so they say now The land of opportunity But the shy hare runs so swiftly And the heron slowly flies These are treasures from my homeland That all your money can never buy As our ship lies in the harbor I shall look back on your shore And I'll feel sadness that I'm leaving Your green land forever more But as our ship lies on the ocean And each day we are out on the sea All the dreams I've had for years now Drawing nearer reality Fare thee well now, Indiana...

Jump For Joy [Jake Xerxes Fussell]

<Duke Ellington>
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Fair thee well, land of cotton
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Cotton lisle is out of style
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Honey child, jump for joy!
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And don't you grieve, Little Eve
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All the hounds I do believe
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Have been killed, ain't you thrilled? Jump for joy!
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Have you seen pastures groovy?
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Well, green pastures was just a technicolor movie
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And when you stomp up to heaven
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And you meet old Saint Pete
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Tell that boy, jump for joy!
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Step right in, give Pete some skin and jump for joy

Lady Came From Baltimore [Tim Hardin]

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The lady came from Baltimore, all she wore was lace
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She didn't know that I was poor, she never saw my place
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I was there to steal her money, to take her rings and run
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And then I fell in love with the lady and got away with none The lady's name was Susan Moore, her daddy read the law She didn't know that I was poor and lived outside the law Her daddy said I was a thief and didn't marry her for love But I was Susan's true belief and married her for love I was there to steal her money, to take her rings and run And then I fell in love with the lady and got away with none The house she lived in had a wall to keep the robbers out She never stopped to think at all that that's what I'm about I was there to steal her money, to take her rings and run And then I fell in love with the lady and got away with none

May You Never [John Martyn]

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May you never lay your head down
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Without a hand to hold
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May you never make your bed out in the cold
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You're just like great strong brother of mine
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And you know that I love you true
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And you never talk dirty behind my back
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And I know that there's those that do
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Oh please won't you, please won't you bear it in mind
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Love is a lesson to learn in our time
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Now please won't you, please won't you bear it in mind for me May you never lay your head down Without a hand to hold May you never make your bed out in the cold You're just like a great strong brother of mine You know that I love you true And you never talk dirty behind my back And I know that there's those that do Oh please won't you, please won't you bear it in mind Love is a lesson to learn in our time And please won't you, please won't you bear it in mind for me May you never lose your temper If you get in a barroom fight May you never lose your woman overnight May you never lay your head down Without a hand to hold May you never make your bed out in the cold May you never lose your temper If you get in a barroom fight May you never lose your woman overnight May you never lose your woman overnight May you never lose your woman overnight

Marvellous Companion [Lal Waterson]

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He's hoping it stays fine, he's got one eye on the skyline
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Are you hoping it stays fine, with your one eye on the skyline?
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If it follows you need what you find
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Then it follows that leaves me behind
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'Cause I'm having a bad time with your one eye on the skyline If he's having a bad day, yay, yay, he kneels down and starts to pray If he's having a bad day then he kneels down and starts to pray And if it follows he knows what to say Then it follows I'll leave him that way But I'm having to turn away when he kneels down and starts to pray He's trying to save our souls with his mouth to the confession hole And holding his guarantee with his right hand on his rosary Trying to find some fix with his left hand on his crucifix And then there's his book on his knee And it follows there's no room for me He's one hell of a company with his right hand on his rosary He's hoping it stays fine Eating his bread and drinking his wine And hoping to see some sign And having a hell of a time keeping one eye on the skyline Ba ba-ba ba, ba ba-ba Ba ba-ba ba, ba ba-ba

More Than Enough [Robb Johnson]

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There's always the money for missiles and tanks
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There's always the money for generals and banks
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There's always the money for new ways to kill
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But a limited budget for you if you're ill
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Yes there's always enough for a war
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But there's never enough for the poor There's always the money for tunnels and roads For opera and ballet, but not jobs and homes For MPs' expenses and fat subsidies But there's never the money for nurseries And the well-off they always take more So there's never enough for the poor There's always the money for tests they can pass Or fail you for not being white middle class There's always the goodies for those with most greed But never enough for those in most need There's a pay rise if you're on the board But there's never enough for the poor Consider the little of life that we know We bring nothing, take nothing, pass through and go We're all of us poor when it comes to the night In need of the darkness, in need of the light If we learned to want less and love more There'd be enough for the poor If we learned to want less and love more There'd be enough for the poor 'Cause there's more than enough for us all

No Gods And Precious Few Heroes [Dick Gaughan]

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I was listening to the news the other day
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I heard a fat politician who had the nerve to say
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He was proud to be Scottish, by the way
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With the glories of our past to remember "Here's to us, who's like us", listen to the cry No surrender to the truth and here's the reason why The power and the glory's just another bloody lie
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They used to keep us all in line
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For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
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But there's plenty on the dole in the land o' the leal
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And it's time now to sweep the future clear
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Of the lies of a past that we know was never real Farewell to the heather in the glen They cleared us off once and they'd do it all again For they still prefer sheep to thinking men Ah, but men who think like sheep are even better There's nothing much to choose between the old laird and the new They still don't give a damn for the likes of me and you Just mind you pay your rent to the factor when it's due And mind your bloody manners when you pay! And tell me will we never hear the end Of poor bloody Charlie at Culloden yet again? Though he ran like a rabbit down the glen Leavin' better folk than him to be butchered Or are you sittin' in your council house, dreamin' o' your clan? Waiting for the Jacobites to come and free the land? Try going down the broo with your claymore in your hand And count all the Princes in the queue! So don't talk to me of Scotland the Brave For if we don't fight soon there'll be nothing left to save Or would you rather stand and watch them dig your grave While you wait for the Tartan Messiah? He'll lead us to the Promised Land with laughter in his eye We'll all live on the oil and the whiskey by and by Free heavy beer! Pie suppers in the sky! Will we never have the sense to learn? That there's no gods and there's precious few heroes But there's plenty on the dole in the land o' the leal And I'm damned sure that there's plenty live in fear Of the day we stand together with our shoulders at the wheel Aye there's no Gods

Old Man's Song [John Tams]

If they ask you where the old man's gone You may say you saw me leaving If they ask you did I crawl You may say that I was riding If they ask you was I bent with care Or did I hang my head in sorrow You may say that I rode tall Looking forward to tomorrow All you have for me is questions Living in the past they say Why should I have all the answers Let me make my way If they ask you did I travel light With no provisions close besides me Say my saddlebags were filled With all the dreams I need to guide me If they laugh and say he's lost his mind Did they ever stop to wonder Just what the fool would hope to find On the road that leads to yonder If they ask you where the old man's gone You may say you saw me leaving

Palaces Of Gold [Leon Rosselson]

If the sons of company directors And judges' private daughters Had to go to school in a slum school Dumped by some joker in a damp back alley Had to herd into classrooms cramped with worry With a view onto slag heaps and stagnant pools Had to file through corridors greyed with age And play in a crackpot concrete cage Buttons would be pressed Rules would be broken Strings would be pulled And magic words spoken Invisible fingers would mould Palaces of gold If prime ministers and advertising executives Royal personages and bank managers' wives Had to live out their lives in dank rooms Blinded by smoke and the foul air of sewers Rot on the walls and rats in the cellars In rows of dumb houses like mouldering tombs Had to bring up their children and watch them grow In a wasteland of dead streets where nothing will grow Buttons would be pressed Rules would be broken Strings would be pulled And magic words spoken Invisible fingers would mould Palaces of gold I'm not suggesting any sort of a plot Everyone knows there's not But you unborn millions might like to be warned That if you don't want to be buried alive by slag heaps Pitfalls and damp walls and rat traps and dead streets Arrange to be democratically born The son of a company director Or a judge's fine and private daughter Buttons will be pressed Rules will be broken Strings will be pulled And magic words spoken Invisible fingers will mould Palaces of gold

The River St. Johns [Jake Xerxes Fussell]

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I got fresh fish this morning, ladies
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They are gilded with gold
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And you may find a diamond in their mouths
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They are just from the River St. Johns, St. Johns They are just from the River St. Johns They are just from the River St. Johns, St. Johns They are just from the River St. Johns
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I got mullets this morning, ladies
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They are fresh and fine, you can buy 'em all for a dime
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They are just from the River St. Johns, St. Johns They are just from the River St. Johns They are just from the River St. Johns, St. Johns They are just from the River St. Johns

Sail On [Dick Gaughan]

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Sailed my whole life on bloodied seas
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Sail on through the storm
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Laughed in hard times, cried in easy
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Taking it all back home
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Taking it all back home Walked through storms in shadowed valleys Sail on through the storm Asking questions that had no answers Taking it all back home Taking it all back home Seen loved ones born, seen loved ones dying Sail on through the storm Rocked with laughter, I've shook with crying Taking it all back home Taking it all back home |
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| Been down and out, been high and mighty Sail on through the storm Been a peacemaker, been a fighter Taking it all back home Taking it all back home
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Sail on, sail on
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Sail on
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Sail on, sail on
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Only a fool breaks their heart for what has gone Known real love and the joy of giving Sail on through the storm Saw it die but I kept on living Taking it all back home Taking it all back home Lived with love and lived without it Sail on through the storm Still believe and I'll never doubt it Taking it all back home Taking it all back home
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Sail on, sail on
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The hour of sorrow is the herald
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Of the hope that is the dawn
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Sail on, sail on
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Sail home to where I truly do belong Sail on, sail on Don't waste your time in asking Where the time you spent has gone Sail on, sail on Only a fool breaks their heart for what has gone

Streets Of London [Ralph McTell]

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Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market
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Kicking up the paper with his worn-out shoes?
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In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely at his side
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Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
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So how can you tell me you're lonely
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And say for you that the sun don't shine?
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Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
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I'll show you something to make you change your mind
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Have you seen the old gal who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags? She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags So how can you tell me you're lonely...? In the all-night cafe at a quarter past eleven Same old man sitting there on his own Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup Each tea lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone So how can you tell me you're lonely...? Have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission? Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care So how can you tell me you're lonely...?

Talk To Me Of Mendocino [Kate and Anna McGarrigle]

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I bid farewell to the state of old New York
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My home away from home
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In the state of New York I came of age
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When first I started roaming And the trees grow high in New York state And they shine like gold in autumn Never had the blues from whence I came But in New York state I caught 'em
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Talk to me of Mendocino
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Closing my eyes I hear the sea
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Must I wait, must I follow?
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Won't you say, "Come with me?"
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And it's on to South Bend, Indiana Flat, out on the Western Plain Rise up over the Rockies and down on into California Out to where but the rocks remain And let the sun set on the ocean I will watch it from the shore Let the sun rise over the redwoods I'll rise with it till I rise no more Talk to me of Mendocino Closing my eyes I hear the sea Must I wait, must I follow? Won't you say, "Come with me?"

Violets Of Dawn [Eric Anderson]

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Take me to the night I'm tipping topsy-turvy, turning upside down
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Hold me tight and whisper what you wish, for there is no one here around
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Oh you may sing-song me sweet smiles, regardless of the city's careless frown
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Come watch the no-colors fade blazing into petal sprays of violets of dawn In blindful wonderments, enchantments, you can lift my wings softly to flight Your eyes are like swift fingers reaching out into the pockets of my night Whirling, twirling, puppy-warm, before the flashing cloaks of darkness gone Come see the no-colors fade blazing into petal sprays of violets of dawn Some prince charming I'll be on two white steeds to bring you dappled diamond crowns And climb your tower, Sleeping Beauty, before you ever know I've left the ground You can wear a Cinderella, Snow White, Alice Wonderland gown Come watch the no-colors fade blazing into petal sprays of violets of dawn But if I seem to wander off in dream-like looks, please let me settle slowly It's only me just staring out at you, a seeming stranger speaking holy I don't mean to wake you up, it's only loneliness just coming on So let the no-colors fade blazing into petal sprays of violets of dawn Like shadows bursting into mist behind the echoes of this nonsense song It's just a chasing whispering trail of secret steps, see them laughing on There's magic in the sleepiness of waking to a childish-sounding yawn Come watch the no-colors fade blazing into petal sprays of violets of dawn There's magic in the sleepiness of waking to a childish-sounding yawn Come watch the no-colors fade blazing into petal sprays of violets of dawn

Walk My Way [John Tams]

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Did I hear you call me brother?
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Did I hear you say?
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All we have is one another
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Won't you walk my way? Poor man's soul in a rich man's locket Won't you walk my way? Rich man's hand in a poor man's pocket Won't you walk my way? Poor man's gun is a rich man's gain Won't you walk my way? Rich man's gold is a poor man's chain Won't you walk my way?
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Roll on silver lining, roll along
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Back on the streets where we belong They try to tell us we're defeated Won't you walk my way? We're unemployed and taxed and cheated Won't you walk my way? Stop and think just what you're choosing Won't you walk my way If you're not winning then you're losing Won't you walk my way Roll on silver lining, roll along Back on the streets where we belong Count the cost of what's been owing Won't you walk my way? While the wind of change is blowing Won't you walk my way? And don't give in to doubt and sorrow Won't you walk my way You lost today so you can win tomorrow Won't you walk my way Roll on silver lining, roll along Back on the streets where we belong

What You Do With What You've Got [Roy Bailey]

You must know someone like him He was tall and strong and lean Body like a greyhound Mind so sharp and keen His heart, just like a laurel Grew twisted on itself Till almost everything he did Brought pain to someone else It's not just what you're born with It's what you choose to bear It's not how large your share is It's how much you can share It's not the fights you dream of It's the ones you really fought It's not what you've been given It's what you do with what you've got What's the use of two strong legs If you only run away? And what good is the finest voice If you've nothing good to say? What good are strength and muscle If you only push and shove? And what's the use of two good ears If you can't hear those you love? It's not just what you're born with... Between those who use their neighbours And those who use the cane Between those in constant power And those in constant pain Between those who run to evil And those who cannot run Tell me which ones are the cripples And which ones touch the sun? It's not just what you're born with...

When I Leave Berlin [Wizz Jones]

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When morning comes and I'll leave Berlin My mind is turning My heart is yearning
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For you and Berlin In Amsterdam I'll see my lady I hope she'll love me 'Cause I'm gonna need her When I leave Berlin
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Here today the wall is open
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There are flowers alongside the guns
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Here today the gates are open
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Mothers are weeping with their sons When morning comes and I'll leave Berlin I'll know for certain That I'm a free man When I leave Berlin Here today the wall is open There are flowers alongside the guns Here today the gates are open Mothers are weeping with their sons When morning comes and I'll leave Berlin My mind is turning My heart is yearning For you and Berlin When I leave Berlin When I leave Berlin When I leave Berlin When I leave Berlin

When I'm Gone [Phil Ochs]

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There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone
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And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone
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And you won't find me singin' on this song when I'm gone
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So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here And I won't feel the flowing of the time when I'm gone All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I'm gone My pen won't pour a lyric line when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here And I won't breathe the bracing air when I'm gone And I can't even worry 'bout my cares when I'm gone Won't be asked to do my share when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here And I won't be running from the rain when I'm gone And I can't even suffer from the pain when I'm gone Can't say who's to praise and who's to blame when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here Won't see the golden of the sun when I'm gone And the evenings and the mornings will be one when I'm gone Can't be singing louder than the guns when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here All my days won't be dances of delight when I'm gone And the sands will be shifting from my sight when I'm gone Can't add my name into the fight when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here And I won't be laughing at the lies when I'm gone And I can't question how or when or why when I'm gone Can't live proud enough to die when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone And you won't find me singin' on this song when I'm gone
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So I guess I'll have to do it
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I guess I'll have to do it
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I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here

Will The Circle Be Unbroken?

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I was standing by my window
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On a cold and cloudy day
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When I saw that hearse come rolling
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For to carry my mother away
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Will the circle be unbroken?
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By and by, Lord, by and by
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There's a better home a-waiting
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In the sky, Lord, in the sky Lord, I told that undertaker Undertaker, please drive slow For this body that you are hauling Lord, I hate to see her go Will the circle be unbroken... I followed close behind her Tried to hold up and be brave But I could not hide my sorrow When they laid her in the grave Will the circle be unbroken... I went home, my home was lonely Now my mother she was gone All my brothers, sisters crying What a home so sad and alone Will the circle be unbroken...