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Red Rocking Chair
02:37
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I ain't got no use for your red rocking chair
Ain't got no honey baby now, ain't got no honey baby now
Who'll rock the cradle, who'll sing the song?
Who'll rock the cradle when I'm gone, who'll rock the cradle when I'm gone?
I'll rock the cradle, I'll sing the song
I'll rock the cradle when you're gone, I'll rock the cradle when you're gone.
It's all I can do, it's all I can say
Ain't gonna be treated this way, ain't gonna be treated this way.
It's all I can do, it's all I can say
Sing it to your mama next pay day, sing it to your mama next pay day
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Little Sadie
03:26
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Went out one night to make a little round
I met Little Sadie and I shot her down
Went back home, jumped into bed
Forty-four pistol under my head
I woke up in the morning bout half past nine
The hacks and the buggies standing in line
Gents & gamblers standing around
Taking Little Sadie to her burying ground
I began to think of what a deed I'd done
I grabbed my hat and away I did run
Made a good run, just a little too slow
They overtook me in Jericho
Standing on the corner reading a bill
And up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville
He said Miss, is your name Brown
Remember the night you shot Sadie down
I said, oh yes sir, but my name is Lee
And I murdered Little Sadie in the first degree
First degree and a second degree
Got any papers will you read them to me
So they took me downtown and dressed me in black
Put me on a train and started me back
All the way back to the Thomasville jail
I had no money for to go my bail
The judge and the jury they took their stand
The judge had the papers in his right hand
Forty one days and forty one nights
Forty one years to wear the ball and stripe
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Little Maggie
04:21
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Oh yonder stands Little Maggie
With a dram glass in her hand
She's drinking away her troubles
She's a courtin' some other man
Oh how can I ever stand it
Just to see them two blue eyes
A-shining in the moonlight
Like two diamonds in the sky
Last time I saw Little Maggie
She was sitting on the banks of the sea
With a forty-four around her
And a banjo on her knee
Lay down your last gold dollar
Lay down your gold watch and chain
Little Maggie's gonna dance for daddy
Listen to that old guitar ring
Pretty flowers were made for blooming
Pretty stars were made to shine
Pretty girls were made for loving
Little Maggie was made for mine
I'd rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don't ever shine
Then to know you're another man's darling
And no longer a darling of mine
Sometimes I have a nickel
And sometimes I have a dime
Sometimes I've got ten dollars
Just to pay Little Maggie's fine
Go away, go away Little Maggie
Go do the best you can
I'll get me another woman
You can go and get you another man
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4. |
Iron Horse Dream
03:46
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5. |
Wild Bill Jones
03:08
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As I went out to take a little walk
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was walking and a talking by my true love’s side
And I begged him to leave her alone
He said my age is twenty-one years
Too old to be controlled
So I gathered up my pistol from by my side
And destroyed that poor boy's soul
And it’s pass around that old long necked bottle
And we'll all go on a spree
For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones
And tomorrow will be the last of me
He stammered and he stumbled, and he fell to the ground
He gave one last dying moan
I put my arms around my Lulu’s neck
And I said honey you’re all alone
And it’s pass around that old long necked bottle
And we'll all go on a spree
For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones
And tomorrow will be the last of me
And it’s pass around that old long necked bottle
And we'll all go on a spree
For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones
And tomorrow will be the last of me
As I went out to take a little walk
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
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6. |
Lonesome Road
03:15
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7. |
Hop High
02:38
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Where did you get them high top shoes
and the dress that you wear so fine
Got my shoes from a railroadin' man
and the dress is from a driver in the mine
Chorus:
Oh hop high, hop high, hop high my Lulu girl
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's fine
I'll pawn you my wagon and my team
Chorus
Where have you been my pretty little girl?
Where have you been so long?
I've been in the pen with those rough and rowdy men
and honey I'm goin' back again
Chorus
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8. |
Silkworm Waltz
03:12
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Darlin' Corey
03:06
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10. |
Rock of Ages
02:40
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12. |
Bei Mir Bist du Schoen
03:07
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Bei mir bist du schoen, please let me explain
Bei mir bist du schoen means you're grand
Bei mir bist du schoen, again I'll explain
It means you're the fairest in the land
I could say "bella, bella" even "sher wunderbar"
Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are
I've tried to explain, Bei mir bist du schoen
So kiss me and say you understand
Bei mir bist du schoen, I'll try to explain
Bei mir bist du schoen means you're grand
Bei mir bist du schoen, it's such an old refrain
It means I am begging for your hand
I could say "bella, bella" even "sher wunderbar"
Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are
I've tried to explain, Bei mir bist du schoen
So kiss me and say you'll understand
So kiss me and say that you'll understand
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13. |
Cluck Ol' Hen
03:14
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My old hen's a good old hen
she lays eggs for the railroad men,
Sometimes one, sometimes two
that's enough for the whole damn crew
Chorus:
Cluck old hen, cluck and sing,
Ain't laid an egg since way last spring,
Cluck old hen, cluck and squall,
Ain't laid an egg since way last fall
Cluck old hen, she had a wooden leg
Best old hen that ever laid an egg
Laid more eggs than any hen on the farm
Another drink of whiskey wouldn't do me no harm
Chorus
My old hen's a good old hen,
she lays eggs for the railroad men
Sometimes eight, sometimes ten,
That's enough for the railroad men
Chorus
Cluck old hen, had a wooden leg
Best old hen that ever laid an egg
First time she cackled she cackled in the log,
Next time she cackled she cackled in the pot
Chorus
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Lulu's Fate Washington, D.C.
Lulu’s Fate is a trio based in the Washington DC area, performing a variety of traditional American music as well as original songs and tunes. The group combines virtuosic instrumentals with tight 3-part harmonies to create new interpretations of traditional Appalachian music. They also mix in a variety of country blues, Dixieland, sea chanteys, southern string band tunes, and more. ... more
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A great mix of trad & original tunes on banjo & hammered dulcimer from this Baltimore father-son duo.
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