1.You're No Good
Lyrics：Jesse Fuller
Music：Jesse Fuller
Well, I don't know why I love you like I do.
Nobody in the world can get along with you.
You got the ways of a devil sleeping in a lion's den.
I come home last night, you wouldn't even let me in.
Oh, sometimes you're as sweet as anybody wanna be.
Oh, when you get the crazy notion jumpin' all over me.
When you gimme the blues, I guess you're satisfied.
When you gimme the blues, I wanna lay down and die.
After when you had no shoes on your feet, pretty mama,
after when you had no food to eat.
You're a kind of woman that just don't understand.
You're taking all my money 'n' give it to another man.
Well, you're that kind of woman makes a man lose his brains.
You're that kind of woman drives a man insane.
You gimme the blues, I guess you're satisfied.
You gimme the blues, I wanna lay down and die.
Well, you gimme the blues, I wanna lay down and die.
2.Talkin' New York Blues
Lyrics：Bob Dylan
Music：Bob Dylan
Ramblin' outa the wild West,
Leavin' the towns I love the best.
Thought I'd seen some ups and down,
Til I come into New York town.
People goin' down to the ground,
Buildings goin' up to the sky.
Wintertime in New York town,
The wind blowin' snow around.
Walk around with nowhere to go,
Somebody could freeze right to the bone.
I froze right to the bone.
New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen
years;
I didn't feel so cold then.
I swung on to my old guitar,
Grabbed hold of a subway car,
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride,
I landed up on the downtown side;
Greenwich Village.
I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block.
Got on the stage to sing and play,
Man there said, 'Come back some other day,
You sound like a hillbilly;
We want folk singers here.'
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
I blowed inside out and upside down.
The man there said he loved m' sound,
He was ravin' about how he loved m' sound;
Dollar a day's worth.
And after weeks and weeks of hangin' around,
I finally got a job in New York town,
In a bigger place, bigger money too,
Even joined the union and paid m' dues.
Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen.
It didn't take too long to find out
Just what he was talkin' about.
A lot of people don't have much food on their table,
But they got a lot of forks ' knives,
And they gotta cut somethin'.
So one mornin' when the sun was warm,
I rambled out of New York town.
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And headed out for the western skies.
So long, New York.
Howdy, East Orange.
3.In My Time Of Dyin'
Lyrics：Blind Willie Johnson
Music：Blind Willie Johnson
Well, in my time of dyin' don't want nobody to mourn.
All I want for you to do is take my body home.
Well, well, well,
so I can die easy.
Well, well, well.
Well, well, well,
so I can die easy.
Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.
Well, meet me, Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air.
If these wings should fail me, Lord, won't you meet me with
another pair？
Well, well, well,
so I can die easy.
Well, well, well.
Well, well, well,
so I can die easy.
Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.
Lord, in my time of dyin' don't wan
4.Man Of Constant Sorrow
Lyrics：Bob Dylan
Arranger：Bob Dylan
Man of Constant Sorrow,
I've seen trouble all my days.
I'll say goodbye to Colorado
Where I was born and partly raised.
Your mother says I'm a stranger;
My face you'll never see no more.
But there's one promise, darling,
I'll see you on God's golden shore.
Through this open world I'm about to ramble,
Through ice and snows, sleet and rain,
I'm about to ride that mornin' railroad,
P'raps I'll die on that train.
I'm going back to Colorado,
The place I started from.
If I'd knowed how bad you'd treat me,
Honey I never would have come.
Honey, if you don't think I love you
Just look what a fool I been.
And if you don't think I'm sinkin'
Honey, look what a hole I'm in.
It's a hard, hard road to travel
When you can't be satisfied.
I've got a rope that's hanging o'er me
And the devil's at my side.
5.Fixin' To Die
Lyrics：Blind Willie Johnson
Music：Blind Willie Johnson
Well, in my time of dyin' don't want nobody to mourn.
All I want for you to do is take my body home.
Well, well, well,
so I can die easy.
Well, well, well.
Well, well, well,
so I can die easy.
Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.
Well, meet me, Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air.
If these wings should fail me, Lord, won't you meet me with
another pair？
Well, well, well,
so I can die easy.
Well, well, well.
Well, well, well,
so I can die easy.
Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.
Lord, in my time of dyin' don't wan
6.Pretty Peggy-O
I been around this whole country, but I never yet found
Fennario.
Well, as we marched down,
as we marched down,
as we marched down to Fennario,
well, the captain fell in love
with a lady like a dove.
Her name that she had, was pretty Peggy-o.
Well, what will your mother say,
what will your mother say,
what will your mother say, pretty Peggy-o？
What will your mother say
to know you're goin' away？
You're never, never, never comin' back-io.
Come a-runnin' down your stairs,
come a-runnin' down your stairs,
come a-runnin' down your stairs, pretty Peggy-o.
Come a-runnin' down your stairs,
combin' back your yellow hair.
You're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io.
Now the lieutenant he has gone.
The lieutenant, he has gone.
The lieutenant, he has gone, pretty Peggy-o.
The lieutenant, he has gone,
long gone.
He's a riding down in Texas with the rodeo.
Well, the captain he is dead.
Our captain he is dead.
Our captain he is dead, pretty Peggy-o.
Well, the captain he is dead,
he died for a maid.
He's buried somewheres in Louisiana-o.
7.Highway 51
Lyrics：Curtis Jones
Music：Curtis Jones
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door.
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door.
But won't get the girl I'm loving.
Won't go down Highway 51 no more.
Well, I know that highway like I know my hand.
Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand.
Running from up Wisconsin way
down to no man's land.
Well, if I should die 'fore my time should come,
and if I should die 'fore my time should come,
won't you bury my body
out on Highway 51？
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door.
I said, Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door.
But won't get the girl I'm loving.
Won't go down Highway 51 no more.
8.Gospel Plow
Lyrics：Bob Dylan
Music：Bob Dylan
Mary wore three links of chain,
Ev'ry link was Jesus name,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
Mary, Mark and Luke and John,
All these prophets so good and gone,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
I never been to heaven, but I've been told,
Streets up there are line with gold,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
Dig my grave with a bloody spade,
See that my digger gets well paid,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
That gospel line gets mighty hot,
But just hang on with all you got,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
When I get to the glory land,
Gonna play in the glory land,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.
9.Baby, Let Me Follow You Down
Lyrics：Rev.Gary Davis
Music：Rev.Gary Davis
Baby let me follow you down
Baby let me follow you down
Well, I'll do anything in this God Almighty world
If you'll just let me follow you down
Can I come home with you？
Baby, can I come home with you？
Yes, I'll do anything in this God Almighty world
If you'll just let me come home with you
Baby let me follow you down
Baby let me follow you down
Well, I'll do anything in this God Almighty world
If you'll just let me follow you down
Baby let me follow you down.
Baby let me follow you down.
Well, I'll do anything in this God almighty world
If you'll just let me follow you down.
Harmonica break
Baby can I follow you home？
Baby can I follow you home？
Well, I'll do anything in this God almighty world
If you just let me follw you down.
Harmonica break
I'd do anything for you.
I'd do anything in this world for you.
Well I'll do anything in this God almighty world
If you'll just let me follow you down.
Harmonica Break
I'll buy you a diamond ring.
I'll buy you a wedding gown.
I'll do anything...
Long Harmonica break
Repeat of first verse
Harmonica to end.
10.House Of The Risin' Sun
Arranger：Bob Dylan
There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the risin' sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm one.
My mother was a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler
Down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.
He'll fill his glasses up to the brim
And he'll pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin' from town to town.
Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the risin' sun.
And it's one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear my ball and chain.
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm goin' back to end my life
Down in the risin' sun.
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the risin' sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm one.
11.Freight Train Blues
Lyrics：Bob Dylan
Music：Bob Dylan
I was born in dixie in a boomer's shack,
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
Freight train was comin' I had to cry,
Hummin all the drivers with my lullaby
I've got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy mama got 'em on the bottom of my ramblin' shoes
And when the whistle blows, I gotta go
Baby don't you know
It looks like I'm never gonna lose
The freight train blues.
Well, my daddy was a fireman in a house out here
She was the only daughter of the engineer
Sweetheart of the brakeman, that ain't no joke
It's a shame the way she keeps a good man broke.
I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy I got 'em in the bottom of my ramblin' shoes
And when the whistle blows, I gotta go
Oh mama don't you know
It looks like I'm never gonna lose
The freight train blues.
Well, the only thing that makes you laugh again
Is a south bound whistle on a south bound train
Ev'ry place I want to go
I never go because you know
Because I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy mama, got 'em on the bottom of my ramblin' shoes
12.Song To Woody
Lyrics：Bob Dylan
Music：Bob Dylan
I'm out here a thousand miles from my home,
Walkin' a road other men have gone down.
I'm seein' your world of people and things,
Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings.
Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
'Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along.
Seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn,
It looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born.
Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
All the things that I'm a-sayin' an' a-many times more.
I'm a-singin' you the song, but I can't sing enough,
'Cause there's not many men that done the things that you've
done.
Here's to Cisco an' Sonny an' Leadbelly too,
An' to all the good people that traveled with you.
Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men
That come with the dust and are gone with the wind.
I'm a-leaving' tomorrow, but I could leave today,
Somewhere down the road someday.
The very last thing that I'd want to do
Is to say I've been hittin' some hard travelin' too.
13.See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
Lyrics：Blind Lemon Jefferson
Music：Blind Lemon Jefferson
Well, there's one kind of favor I'll ask of you.
Well, there's one kind of favor I'll ask of you.
There's just one kind of favor I'll ask of you.
You can see that my grave is kept clean.
And there's two white horses following me.
And there's two white horses following me.
I got two white horses following me,
waiting on my burying ground.
Did you ever hear that coffin sound？
Did you ever hear that coffin sound？
Did you ever hear that coffin sound？
Means another poor boy is underground.
Did you ever hear them church bells toll？
Have you ever heard them church bells toll？
Did you ever hear them church bells toll？
Means another poor boy is dead and gone.
Well, my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold.
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold.
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold.
Now I believe what the bible told.
There's just one last favor I'll ask of you.
And there's one last favor I'll ask of you.
There's just one last favor I'll ask of you.
See that my grave is kept clean.
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