Key: A
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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Wake up Charlie let’s go home…
Dance all night with a bottle in my hand…
Key: A
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Key: A
fiddle tune, sort of modal-y
Key: A
Cluck old hen cluck and sing
You ain’t laid an egg since late last spring
Cluck old hen cluck and squall
Ain’t laid an egg since late last fall
Cluck old hen cluck when I tell you
Cluck old hen or I’m gonna sell you
Last time she cackled cackled in the lot
Next time she cackles cackle in the pot
My old hen she’s a good old hen
She lays eggs for the railroad men
Sometimes 1 sometimes two
Sometimes enough for the whole damn crew
Key: A
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Key: G
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Key: G
It was on a Friday night the moon was shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
And people all did say, from many miles away
It was those outlaws Frank and Jesse James
It was Robert Ford that dirty little coward
I wonder how he does feel
For he ate of Jesse's bread and slept in Jesse's bed
and he laid Jesse James in his grave
He was standing on a chair just dustin' a picture there
Thought that he heard a noise
He turned his head around and the bullet smashed him down
and they laid poor Jesse on the floor
People held their breath
when they heard about his death
wondered how he ever came to fall
It was Robert Ford, that little coward,
shot Jesse while he hung a picture on the wall
Key: C
I will dance I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm every heart, in his arms I will sway
when I woke from my dreaming, my idols was clay
All portion of love had all gone away
He taught me to love him and promised to love
and to cherish me over all others above
How my heart is now aching no misery can tell
he left me no warning, no words of farewell
He taught me to love him and called me his flower
that was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour
How I long to see him and regret the dark hour
he's gone and neglected this pale wildwood flower
Key: G
And she never, hollers cuckoo,
Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds,
I knowed you from old
You rob my, poor pockets,
of my silver, and my gold
Going to build me a log cabin
on a mountain so high,
So I can see Kevin
as he goes on by
I played cards in England
I played cards in Spain
I'll bet you $100
I'll beat you next game
Key: G
When I was a little boy
I wanted a Barlow knife
And now I want little Shady Grove
To say she'll be my wife
Peaches in the summertime
Apples in the fall
If I can't get the girl I love
I don't want none at all
Wish I had a banjo string
Made of golden twine
I'd play that song on my banjo string
And make that girly mine
Some come here to fiddle and dance
Sme come here to tarry
Some come here to fiddle and dance
I come here to marry
Key: C
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Key: D
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Fiddle tune!
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Key: G
My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road
A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod
Rich man took my home and drove me from my door
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
Was a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor
My crops I lay into the banker's store
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn
I been working, mister, since the day I was born
Now I worry all the time like I never did before
'Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore
Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see
This world is such a great and a funny place to be
Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
Key: G
and the livin' is easy
and your momma's good lookin'
One of these mornings,
you're gonna rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
and you'll take to the sky
But till that morning,
there's a nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mommy
by your side
Key: G
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
Key: G
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
Key: G
I'm going across that green icy mountain
I'm going to see my lover
lover, lover
I'm going to see my lover
lest I take sick and die
She told me that'd she always love me
love me, love me
She told me that'd she always love me
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She threw her arms around me
around me, around me
She threw her arms around me
like a vine around a gum