1.Corey, Corey
There's a pine log shack in the mountains. That's where my Corey
dwells.
She makes the finest mash liquor. What she doesn't drink she
sells.
Well, the first time I seen darlin' Corey she was weavin'
through the woods
With a kerosene lantern on her shoulder and a satchel full of
goods.
Please do drop down next Monday. Please bring me a jug or five.
When the sun comes up on Tuesday don't figure to be alive.
Don't care if you are livin'. Don't care if you are dead.
If you're gonna drink my product then I'm gonna take your bread.
(Frail, pardner)
Well, the last time I seen darlin' Corey, she was wand'rin'
through the weeds
With a government man behind her. Gonna grab her for her deeds.
Wake up, wake up, darlin' Corey. What makes you sleep so sound？
The revenue officer's a comin', gonna tear your still house
down.
2.The Seine
(ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
(ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
One night along the river at St. Germaine de Pre
I first met my beloved at a small sidewalk cafe
We walked along the river, shadows passing by
But we only saw each other, the shining water, and the sky
The Seine, the Seine, when will I again
Meet her there, greet her there
On the moonlit banks of the Seine？
Standing there across the river 'mid sound of horn and tram
In all her quiet beauty, the Cathedral Notre Dame
And as we passed beside her I said a little prayer
That when this dream was over I'd awake and find you there
The Seine, the Seine, when will I again
Meet her there, greet her there
On the moonlit banks of the Seine？
We walked along the river till dawn was coming nigh
Beneath the Eiffel Tower we said our last goodbye
There on that splendid morning I saw you all in tears
And the beauty of that hour will shine within me through the
years
The Seine, the Seine, when will I again
Meet her there, greet her there
On the moonlit banks of the Seine？
The Seine, the Seine, when will I again
Meet her there on the Seine？
3.Blow Ye Winds
作詞：Dave Guard
'Tis advertised in Boston
New York and Buffalo
A hundred hearty sailors
A whalin' for to go
Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho
Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow
They tell you of the clipper ships
A-runnin' in and out
They say you'll take five hundred whales
Before you're six months out
Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho
Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow
The skipper's on the after deck
A-squintin' at the sails
When up above the lookout spots
A mighty school of whales
Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho
Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow
Then lower down the boats, my boys
And after him we'll travel
But if you get too near his tail
He'll kick you to the devil
Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho
Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow
And now that he is ours, my boys
We'll bring him alongside
Then over with our blubber hooks
And rob him of his hide
Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho
Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow
When we get home, our ship made fast
And we get through our sailin'
A brimmin' glass around
We'll pass and hang this blubber whalin'
Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho
Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow
4.Remember The Alamo
作詞：Jane Bowers
A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
A line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh
The man who would fight to the death cross over
But he who that would live better fly
And over the line stepped a hundred and seventy-nine
Hi! Up! Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below
So the rest of Texas will know and remember the Alamo!
Jim Bowie lay dyin', his powder was ready and dry
From flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply
And young Davy Crockett was smilin' and laughin'
The challenge was fierce in his eye
For Texas and freedom, a man more than willin' to die
Hi! Up! Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below
So the rest of Texas will know and remember the Alamo!
A courier sent to the battlements, bloody and loud
With words of fare well in the letters he carried were proud
Grieve not, little darlin', my dyin' if Texas is sovereign and
free
We'll never surrender and ever will liberty be!
Hi! Up! Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below
So the rest of Texas will know and remember the Alamo!
Remember the Alamo!
Remember the Alamo!
Remember the Alamo!
5.Early Morning Rain
作詞：Gordon Lightfoot
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
With an achin' in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home and I miss my darlin' so
In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go
Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go
But I'm stuck here on the grass where them cold winds blow
Yeah, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Ah, but there she goes, my friend, though she's rollin' out at
last
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high
She's a-wingin' westward bound, high above the clouds
She'll fly where the morning rains don't fall and the sun always
shines
She'll be flyin' o'er my home in about three hours time
This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
So, I best be on my way in the early mornin' rain
6.All My Sorrows
作詞：Glenn Yarborough
Only one thing that money can't buy
True love that will never die
All my sorrows soon forgotten
Carefree lovers down country lanes
Don't know my grief, can't feel my pain
All my sorrows soon forgotten
But it's too late, my love
Too late but never mind
All my sorrows soon forgotten
Now there's one more thing
That troubles my mind
My love is gone, left me behind
All my sorrows soon forgotten
But it's too late, my love
Too late but never mind
All my sorrows soon forgotten
7.Scarlet Ribbons
作詞：E Danzig, J Segal
I peeked in to say, 'Goodnight'
And I heard my child in prayer
'Please bring me some scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for my hair'
Searched all night, my heart was achin'
Just before the dawn was breaking
I peeked in and on her bed
In gay profusion lying there
Scarlet ribbons, lovely ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair
If I live to be a hundred
I will never know from where
Came those ribbons, lovely ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair
8.Getaway John
作詞：Dave Guard
Get away, get away
Get away, get away
Poor John
John Hardy was a fightin' man
Carried a razor ev'ry day
He killed a man in Mobile town
You ought to see my Johnny get away
You ought to see my Johnny get away
Get away
Get away, get away
Poor John
John Hardy was standin' at the bar
So drunk he could not see
Along came a sheriff with a warrant in his hand
'Johnny boy, you'd better come with me
Yeah, Johnny boy, you'd better come with me'
John Hardy had a pretty little gal
Kept her dressed in blue
He saw her in the hangin' crowd
Cryin', 'Johnny boy, I'll be true to you
Johnny boy, I'll be true to you'
True to you
True to you, true to you
Poor, John
I've been to the East and I've been to the West
Been this whole world 'round
I've been to the North and I lived in the South
This will be my buryin' ground
This will be my buryin' ground
Well, I've been this wide world over
Been this whole world 'round
Been to the river and I've been baptized
Take me to my buryin' ground
Get away, get away, get away
9.Good News
作詞：Louis Gottlieb
Good news, Chariot's comin'
Good news, Chariot's comin'
Good news, Chariot's comin'
And I don't want it to leave me behind
Good news, Chariot's comin'
Good news, Chariot's comin'
Good news, Chariot's comin'
And I don't want it to leave me behind
There's a long white robe in Heaven I know
(There's a long white robe in Heaven I know)
There's a long white robe in Heaven I know
And I don't want it to leave me behind
Good news, Chariot's comin'
Good news, Chariot's comin'
Good news, Chariot's comin'
And I don't want it to leave me behind
There's a starry crown in Heaven I know
(There's a starry crown in Heaven I know)
There's a starry crown in Heaven I know
And I don't want it to leave me behind
Good news, Chariot's comin'
Good news, Chariot's comin'
Good news, Chariot's comin'
And I don't want it to leave me behind
There's a golden harp in Heaven I know
(There's a golden harp in Heaven I know)
There's a golden harp in Heaven I know
And I don't want to leave it behind
Good news, Chariot's comin'
Good news, good news, Chariot's comin'
Good, good news, Chariot's comin'
And I don't want it to leave me behind
10.M.T.A.
作詞：Bess Hawes, Jacqueline Steiner, Simmons
These are the times that try men's souls
In the course of our nation's history
The people of Boston have rallied bravely
Whenever the rights of men have been threatened
Today a new crisis has arisen
The Metropolitan Transit Authority, better known as they MTA
Is attempting to levy a burdensome tax on the population
In the form of a subway fare increase
Citizens, hear me out, this could happen to you
Well, let me tell you of the story of a man named Charlie
On a tragic and fateful day
He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family
Went to ride on the MTA
Well, did he ever return？
No he never returned and his fate is still unlearned
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston
And he's the man who never returned
Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square station
And he changed for Jamaica Plain
When he got there the conductor told him, 'One more nickel'
Charlie couldn't get off of that train
But did he ever return？
No he never returned and his fate is still unlearned
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston
He's the man who never returned
Now, all night long Charlie rides through the station
Crying, 'What will become of me？
How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea
Or my cousin in Roxbury？'
But did he ever return？
No he never returned and his fate is still unlearned
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston
He's the man who never returned
Charlie's wife goes down to the Sculley Square station
Every day at quarter past two
And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich
As the train comes rumbling through
But did he ever return？
No he never returned and his fate is still unlearned
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston
He's the man who never returned
Pick it Davey, kind of hurts my fingers
Now, ye citizens of Boston
Don't you think it's a scandal
How the people have to pay and pay？
Fight the fare increase, vote for George O'Brian
Get poor Charlie off the MTA
Or else he'll never return
No he'll never return and his fate is still unlearned
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston
He's the man who never returned
He's the man who never returned
He's the man who never returned
He's the man who never returned
Ain't you, Charlie？
11.I Bawled
作詞：Shane Bob
Took my girl home the other night
Got myself in an awful fight
She said, 'Doux, doux, darlin'
Won't you please come in？'
Her old lady socked me with a rollin' pin
And I bawled, I bawled, oh, mon
You should have heard me bawl
Well, I bawl when I feel the pin
I don't meet with that old woman again
Oh, yes, I bawled, I bawled, oh, mon
You should have heard me bawl
Well, I bawl when I feel the pin
I don't meet with that old woman again
Mon, the first time she hit me
She knocked me down
Wouldn't even let me get off the ground
I tried to tell of the rules of Queens bury
She said, 'Boy, cuts no ice with me'
And I bawled, I bawled, oh, mon
You should have heard me bawl
Well, I bawl when I feel the pin
I don't meet with that old woman again
Oh, yes, I bawled, I bawled, oh, mon
You should have heard me bawl
Well, I bawl when I feel the pin
I don't meet with that old woman again
Oh, mon, talk about eternity
That's what that encounter seemed to me
She started to sneeze and I started to run
Gone like a bullet from a machine gun
And I bawled, I bawled, oh, mon
You should have heard me bawl
Well, I bawl when I feel the pin
I don't meet with that old woman again
Oh, yes, I bawled, I bawled, oh, mon
You should have heard me bawl
Well, I bawl when I feel the pin
I don't meet with that old woman again
12.The Long Black Rifle
Come closer, my love, and you'll hear my tale. It'll make you
cold. It'll turn you pale.
It's a tale of a man's never ending love and the long black
rifle.
He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man
Shot him down with a long, black rifle, shot him down and away
he ran.
A prairie man loved a city maid. Was the love he took worth the
price he paid,
When a man ends up at the smoky end of a long black rifle？
His dyin' words I repeat to you. 'You can never kill love when
love is true.
It lives when only the rust is left of the long black rifle.
Shot him down and away he ran.
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