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down the road here from me
You put your money in
and before you begin
They call it that ole mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good ole mountain dew
My uncle Mort he's sawed off and he's short
He measures bout four foot two
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew
My brother Bill's got a house on the hill
where he buys it by the case or two
And the buzzards in the sky get so sick they can't fly
from smelling that good ole mountain dew
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It was early in April,
Not many weeks ago,
The people of this fair city
All gathered at the show.
The war it is all over,
The people happy now,
And Abraham Lincoln arose,
Arose to make his bow;
The people cheer him wildly,
Arising to their feet,
And Lincoln waving of his hand,
He calmly takes his seat.
And while he sees the play go on,
His thoughts are running deep,
His darling wife, close by his side,
Has fallen fast asleep.
From the box there hangs a flag,
It's not the Stars and Bars,
The flag that holds within its folds
Bright gleaming stripes and stars.
John Wilkes Booth he moves down the aisle,
He had measured once before,
He passes Lincoln's bodyguard
A-nodding at the door.
He holds a dagger in his right hand,
A pistol in his left,
He shoots poor Lincoln in the temple,
And he sends his soul to rest.
The wife awakes from slumber,
And screams in her rage,
Booth jumps over the railing
And lands him on the stage.
He'll rue the day, he'll rue the hour,
As God him life shall give,
When Booth stood in that center stage,
Crying, "Tyrants shall not live!"
The people all excited
Then cried everyone, "A hand!"
Cried all the people near,
"For God's sake, save that man!"
Then Booth ran back with boot and spurs
Across the backstage floor,
He mounts that trusty claybank mare,
All saddled at the door.
John Wilkes Booth, in his last play,
All dressed in broadcloth deep,
He gallops down the alleyway,
I hear those horses feet.
Poor Lincoln then was heard to say,
And all has gone to rest,
"Of all the actors in this town,
I loved Booth the best."
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You're going to miss me by my hair
You're going to miss me everywhere
You know, you're going to miss me when I'm gone
You're going to miss me by my knees
You're going to miss me if you please
You know, you're going to miss me when I'm gone
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Lil Liza Jane
Crow Red Rooster
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She had log-books and bells and the things like that,
And she knew the old captains and where they were at.
She rode the Alabama and the Gordon C. Green,
As the Cape Girardeau, she was later renamed, Uh-huh.
Well, now, fast people in St. Louis society
A-takin' a trip on the Mississippi
Sleepin' in their bunks after an after-dinner drink
They didn't think the boat would sink. Oh, no!
Well, I know Captain Buck was a very sad man
When that old wooden hull went into the sand
And Miss Ferris was sad for sure
But immediately, her mind went to work. Oh, yeah!
Well, she did some politicking that was tricky and hard
And she got the pilot house for the schoolhouse yard
And so, instead of studying, I became a dreamer
Dreaming 'bout boats and the Mississippi River. Uh-huh.
I had to work real hard to get my school work done
Cause you could not fool Miss Ferris none;
And, if I went to sleep or I were not supposed to talk
Oh, she was a dead shot with a little piece of chalk. Uh-huh!{soc}
Oh me, oh my, how the time does fly.
Time and the river keep a-rollin' on by.
Now, I am not a student and she is not a teacher
But, we both still love the Mississippi River. Uh, huh.
Well, I went to see her this Christmas last.
We took a little trip back through the past.
On the easy rocker we looked at pictures
And we dreamed our dreams of the Mississippi River. Uh-huh!
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Should been in town when Reuben's train went down
You could hear that whistle blow 100 miles
Oh me, oh my you could hear the whistle blow 100 miles
Last night I lay in jail had no money to go my bail
Lord how it sleeted & it snowed
Oh me, oh my Lord how it sleeted & it snowed
I've been to the East, I've been to the West
I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow
Oh me, oh my I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow
Oh the train that I ride is 100 coaches long
You can hear the whistle blow 100 miles
Oh me, oh my you can hear the whistle blow 100 miles
I got myself a blade, laid Reuben in the shade,
I'm startin' me a graveyard of my own.
Oh, me, oh lordy my, startin' me a graveyard of my own.
Ol Reuben made a train & he put it on a track
He ran it to the Lord knows where
Oh me, oh my ran it to the Lord knows where
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I'll fly away, oh glory
I'll fly away in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
I'll fly away
When the shadows of this life have gone
Like a bird from these prison walls has flown
Oh, how glad and happy when we meet
No more cold iron shackles on my feet
Just a few more weary days and then
To a land where joys will never end
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you may be surprised
You fascists are bound to lose
You fascists are bound to lose
You're bound to lose, you fascists
Race hatred cannot stop us,
this one thing I know
Poll tax and Jim Crow and greed
have got to go
People of every color marching
side by side
Marching across these fields
where a million fascists died
I'm going into this battle,
take my union gun
Gonna end this world of slavery
before this war is won
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Well where have you been my pretty lulu girl?
Where have you been so long?
Well I've been in the pen with the rough and rowdy men
And honey I'm goin' back again
Well I'll pawn you my watch and I'll pawn you my chain
I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring
To pay my little lulu girl's fine
I'll pawn you my wagon and my team
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Black smoke a-rising and it surely is a train
Surely is a train, Lord, it surely is a train
Black smoke a-rising and it surely is a train
I'm on my long journey home
Lost all my money but two dollar bill
Two dollar bill, Lord, two dollar bill
Lost all my money but two dollar bill
I'm on my long journey home
Oh narrow's the way thank God I can say
Going toward the sunset of time
Traveling the highway home
Rid this world of sin far behind
Traveling the highway home
Well ol' Satan said I’d never be
Traveling the highway home
When I resisted he had to flee
Traveling the highway home
Sometimes the road seems weary and long
Traveling the highway home
But in my heart there's always a song
Traveling the highway home
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Every night when I come home
Peas in the pot and the old jawbone
Here today and tomorrow he's gone
Why don't you get away lazy John?
My gal lives at the end of 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?
Goin to a dance Saturday night
Ain't coming home til the broad daylight
Then I'll take my girl back home
Why don't you get away lazy John?