Open Mic Nights : February 2024 (Royston Folk Club)

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'Twas on a bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu

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I took the train from Jackson, my fortune to renew

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I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain

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Which sent my heart a-longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain |

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| I hopped on board of a railway car, beneath the morning sun I rode the roads till the evening, then I laid me down again All strangers there, no friends to me, till a dark girl towards me came And I fell in love with a Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain I said, "My pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good If it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the wood" "You're welcome here kind stranger, our home is very plain But we never turn a stranger out, on the lakes of Pontchartrain" She took me into her mammy's house, and treated me quite well The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell To try and paint her beauty, I'm sure 'twould be in vain So handsome was my Creole girl, on the lakes of Pontchartrain I asked her if she would marry me, she said that never can be For she had got a lover, and he was far at sea She swore that she'd be true to him and true she would remain Till he returned to his Creole girl, on the banks of Pontchartrain So fare thee well my pretty young girl, I never will see you no more But I'll ne'er forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore And at each social gathering a flowing glass I'll drain And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl, on the banks of Pontchartrain

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Oh the time will come up when the winds will stop

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And the breeze will cease to be breathin'

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Like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins

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The hour that the ship comes in

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And the sea will split and the ship will hit

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And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking

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Then the tide will sound and the waves will pound

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And the morning will be a-breaking... The fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path And the seagulls they'll be smiling And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand The hour that the ship comes in And the words that are used for to get the ship confused Will not be understood as they're spoken For the chains of the sea will have busted in the night And be buried at the bottom of the ocean A song will lift as the mainsail shifts And the boat drifts on to the shoreline And the sun will respect the every face on the deck The hour that the ship comes in Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold For your weary toes to be a-touchin' And the ship's wise men will remind you once again That the whole wide world is watchin' Oh the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin' But they'll pinch themselves and squeal and they'll know that it's for real The hour that the ship comes in Then they'll raise their hands, sayin' we'll meet all your demands But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered And like Pharaoh's tribe, they'll be drownded in the tide And like Goliath, they'll be conquered

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Livin' on the road my friend

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Is gonna keep you free and clean

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And now you wear your skin like iron

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And your breath is hard as kerosene

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You weren't your mama's only boy

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Her favorite one it seems

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She began to cry when you said goodbye

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And sank to your dreams Pancho was a bandit boy His horse was fast as polished steel He wore his gun outside his pants For all the honest world to feel Pancho met his match, you know On the deserts down in Mexico Nobody heard his dyin' word Oh but that's the way it goes All the Federales, they say They could have had him any day They only let him slip away Out of kindness I suppose Lefty he can't sing the blues All night long like he used to The dust that Pancho bit down South Ended up in Lefty's mouth The day they lay poor Pancho low Lefty split for Ohio Where he got the bread to go There ain't nobody knows All the Federales they say We could have had him any day We only let him slip away Out of kindness I suppose The poets tell how Poncho fell And Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold And so the story ends we're told Pancho needs your prayers, it's true Save a few for Lefty too He only did what he had to do And now he's growin' old All the Federales, they say We could have had him any day They only let him go so long Out of kindness I suppose A few gray Federales, they say Could have had him any day We only let him go so long Out of kindness I suppose

Open Mic Nights : February 2024 (Royston Folk Club)

The Lakes Of Pontchartrain [Bob Dylan]

When The Ship Comes In [Bob Dylan]

Pancho And Lefty [Townes Van Zandt]