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How do I download this Mp3? Mp3: Wade In The Water Camilla and I were on the road when I remembered this song and thought it would be a good one to record. I used my iBook and free cross platform software called Audacity along with my Samson C01U USB microphone. This is a great mic for the road because you don't need an interface of any kind to record. You just plug into the USB jack and you're good to go. We discussed the song and decided make some changes. The original meaning of the song was inspired by John 5:4 in the Bible. "For an angel went down at a certain time into the pool and troubled the water. Then whoever first stepped in after the troubling of the water was made whole of whatever disease he had." We changed the meaning to reflect Deuteronomy 31:3 "The LORD thy God, he will go over before thee, [and] he will destroy these nations from before thee, and thou shalt possess them: [and] Joshua, he shall go over before thee, as the LORD hath said." Lyrics: [Am] Wade in the water [Dm] Wade in the water [Am] children [Am] Wade in the water [C] God's gonna [G] part the - [G] wa [Am] terWade in the water Wade in the water children Wade in the water God's gonna part the - water[C] Well who those children [G] dressed in [Am] red? [C] God's gonna [G] part the - [G] wa [Am] ter [C] Must be the [G] children that Joshua [Am] led [C] God's gonna [G] part the - [G] wa [Am] ter I said wade in the water Wade in the water children Wade in the water God's gonna part the - water Nowl who those children dressed in black? God's gonna part the water Goin' to the promised land and never comin' back God's gonna part the water Said wade in the water Wade in the water children Wade in the water God's gonna part the - water Well who those children dressed in green? God's gonna part the water They're marching to a land they never have seen God's gonna part the water Wade in the water Wade in the water children Wade in the water God's gonna part the - water Well who those children dressed in white? God's gonna part the water They must be the children called Israelites God's gonna part the water I said wade in the water Wade in the water children Wade in the water God's gonna part the - water Wade in the water Wade in the water children Wade in the water God's gonna part the - water God's gonna part the - water God's gonna part the - water (c) 2006 New lyrics by Roger McGuinn - McGuinn Music (BMI) Camilla McGuinn - April First Music (ASCAP)

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Mary Had A Little Lamb Thomas Edison, the father of audio recording recited the first stanza of this poem in testing his new invention, the phonograph in 1877, making this the first audio recording to be successfully made and played back. It was all done on tin foil. They say the song springs from a true story: As a girl, Mary Sawyer (later Mrs. Mary Tyler) kept a pet lamb, which she took to school one day at the suggestion of her brother. A commotion naturally ensued. Lyrics: Written By: Sarah Josepha Hale, editor of Godey's Lady's Book, 1830's Copyright Unknown [G] Mary had a little lamb, [D] Little lamb, [G] little lamb, Mary had a little lamb, Its [D[ fleece was white as [G] snow And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went, Everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go It followed her to school one day School one day, school one day It followed her to school one day Which was against the rules. It made the children laugh and play, Laugh and play, laugh and play, It made the children laugh and play To see a lamb at school And so the teacher turned it out, Turned it out, turned it out, And so the teacher turned it out, But still it lingered near And waited patiently about, Patiently about, patiently about, And waited patiently about Till Mary did appear 'Why does the lamb love Mary so?' Love Mary so? Love Mary so? 'Why does the lamb love Mary so?' The eager children cry 'Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know.' Loves the lamb, you know, loves the lamb, you know 'Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know.' The teacher did reply

How do I download this Mp3? Mp3: St. Clair's Defeat I first heard this song at the Gate of Horn in Chicago. Bob Gibson and Bob Camp were a duo for a short time and this was one of thier most intense songs. It's about The Battle of Wabash River. It was also known as 'St. Clair's Defeat' which was fought on November 4, 1791 between the United States and an American Indian confederacy, as part of the Northwest Indian War (also known as 'Little Turtle's War'). The American Indians were led by Michikinikwa ('Little Turtle') of the Miamis and Blue Jacket of the Shawnees. The Americans were led by General Arthur St. Clair. The Indian confederacy was victorious. The battle was the most severe defeat ever suffered by the United States at the hands of American Indians; indeed, in proportional terms it was the worst defeat that United States forces have ever suffered in battle. As a result, President George Washington forced St. Clair to resign his post, and Congress initiated its first investigation of the executive branch. More information at these URLs: wikipedia.org QM Museum Ohio britannica.com Lyrics: [Em] Was November the fourth in the [G] year of ninety-[D] one [Em] We had a sore engagement near [D] to [Em] Fort [D] Jeffer [Em] son [G] Sinclair was our commander, which [Bm] may remembered be [Em] But we left nine hundred soldiers in [D] that [Em] Western Terri[D] tory[Em]At Bunker's Hill and in Quebec, where many a hero fell Likewise out on Long Island, it is I the truth can tell But such a dreadful carnage, never did I see As happened all out on the plains, near the River St. Marie Our militia was attacked, just as the day did break And soon were overpowered, and forced into retreat They killed major Ouldham, and major Briggs likewise While horrid yells of anguished souls resounded through the skies Major Butler he was wounded the very second fire His manly bosom swelled with rage they forced him to retire Like one distracted he appeared, when thus exclaim-ed he Ye hounds of Hell shall all be slain but what revenged I'll be We had not very long been broke, when General Butler fell He cries my boys I'm wounded, pray take me off this field My word says he, what shall we do, we're wounded every man Go charge your valiant heros and beat them if you can He leaned his back against a tree, and there resigned his breath And like a valiant soldier, sunk into the arms of death When blessed angels did await, his spirit to convey Into celestial fields, he did quickly bend his way We charged again and took our ground, which did our hearts elate But there we did not tarry long, they soon made us retreat They killed our major Ferguson, which caused his men to cry Stand to your guns says valiant Ford, we'll fight until we die Our cannon balls exhausted, artillery men all slain Our musketeers and riflemen, their fire they did sustain Three hours more we fought like men, and they were forced to yield While three hundred bloody warriors lay stretched across the filed Says colonel Gibson to his men, my boys be not dismayed I'm sure that true Virginians were never yet afraid Ten thousand deaths I'd rather die, than they should gain this field With that he got a fatal shot, causing him to yield Says major Clark, my heros, we can no longer stand We shall strive to form in order, and retreat the best we can The word retreat being passed around, they raised a dreadful cry Then helter skelter through the woods like wolves and sheep they fly We left the wounded on the field, O heavens what a shock! And many bones were shattered, and strewn across the rock With scalping knives and tomahawks, they robbed some of their breath While raging flames of torment, tortured other men to death Was November the fourth in the year of ninety-one We had a sore engagement near to Fort Jefferson Sinclair was our commander, which may remembered be But we left nine hundred soldiers in that Western Territory

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Children Go Where I Send Thee A traditional spiritual with a meaning for each number. I have placed the meaning next to the verses in parentheses. Lyrics: [E] Children go [A] where I [E] send [A] thee [E] How [A] shall I [E] send [A] thee? [E] I'm gonna [A] send thee [E] one by one [A] [E] One for the [A] Little Bitty [A] Baby [E] Who was born, [A] born, [E] born in [B7] Bethlehem [E] Two for Paul and Silas Three for the Hebrew children Four for the four who stood at the door (Mathew Mark Luke and John) Five for the Gospel preachers (Mathew Mark Luke and John and all Gospel preachers) Six for the jars where the wine was mixed (Miracle at the wedding feast at Cana) Seven for the seven who came from Heaven (Seven-fold Spirit of God) Eight for the eight who sealed their fate (The eight people who entered Noah's Ark) Nine for the ninety-nine in line (Those waiting while the Good Shepard sought His one lost sheep) Ten for the ten commandments Eleven for the eleven who went to Heaven (The eleven disciples minus Judas Iscariot) Twelve for the twelve Apostles

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Oh Mary Don't You Weep A good old gospel song from the southern United States. This has been recorded by many folk singers and exists in numerous versions. Oh Mary Don't You Weep Mf - If You Miss Me at the Back of the Bus Pb - Oh, Sisters Don't You Weep 1. Sandburg, Carl / American Songbag, Harcourt Brace Jovan..., Sof (1928/1955), p476 (Pharaoh's Army Got Drownded) 2. Leisy, James F. (ed.) / Songs for Pickin' and Singin', Gold Medal Books, sof (1962), p198 3. Carawan, Guy & Candie / Sing for Freedom, Sing Out, sof (1990), p 58 4. Lynn, Frank (ed.) / Songs for Swinging Housemothers, Fearon, Sof (1963/1961), p312 5. Best, Dick & Beth (eds.) / New Song Fest Deluxe, Charles Hansen, Sof (1971/1948), p148 6. Winds of the People, Sing Out, Sof (1982), p 35 7. Blood, Peter; and Annie Patterson (eds.) / Rise Up Singing, Sing Out, Sof (1989/1992), p 63 8. Sandburg, Helga (ed.) / Sweet Music, Dial, Bk (1963), p101 (Pharaoh's Army) 9. Abe and Malka. Mandelblatt, Abe & Malka A. / 100 Guitar Accompanyments, Amsco, Sof (1974), p156 10. Davis, Bill. Sounds of the Smokies, Old Traditions BWD 51471, LP (197?), cut#A.04 11. Halifax Three. Halifax Three, Epic BN 26038, LP (1963), cut#B.06 12. Hurt, Mississippi John. Mississippi John Hurt, Vol. 3. Sacred and Secular, Heritage (England) HT320, LP (1988/reis/), cut# 9 (Mary Don't You Weep) 13. Hurt, Mississippi John. Worried Blues, Piedmount PLP-13161, LP (196?/?), cut# 9 14. Hurt, Mississippi John. Garwood, Donald / Masters of Instrumental Blues Guitar, Oak, Fol (1967), p43 15. Kingston Trio. Close Up, Capitol T 1642, LP (1961), cut#A.04 (Don't You Weep Mary) 16. Kingston Trio. Rediscover the Kingston Trio, Folk Era FE 2001, LP (1985), cut#A.04 (Oh, Mary) 17. Leadbelly. Leadbelly's Last Sessions, Part 4, Folkways FA 2942, LP (196?/?), cut# 11 (Mary Don't You Weep) 18. Leadbelly. Lomax, John & Alan Lomax (eds.) / Leadbelly. A Collection of World Famou, Folkways, sof (1959), p51 (Mary Doncha Weep) 19. Schilling, Jean. Old Traditions, Traditional JS-5117, LP (1967/1974), cut#A.03 (Mary Don't You Weep) 20. Seeger, Pete. Seeger, Pete / American Favorite Ballads, Oak, Fol (1961), p78 21. Sheer, Anita. Anita Sheer, MGM E-4225, LP (196?), cut#B.06 22. Steamboat Entertainers. Galax International, Heritage (Galax) 067, LP (1988/?), cut# 19 23. Taussig, Harry. Taussig, Harry / Folk-Style Guitar, Oak, Sof (1973), p 97 Lyrics: OH, MARY DON'T YOU WEEP CHORUS: [G] Oh, Mary, don't you [D] weep, don't mourn; Oh, Mary, don't you [G] weep, don't mourn; [C] Pharaoh's army got [G] drowned, Oh, [D] Mary, don't you [G] weep. X2 [G] Well if I could I surely [D] would, Stand on the rock where [G] Moses stood. [C] Pharaoh's army got [G] drowned, [G] Oh, [D] Mary, don't you [G] weep. CH X 2 One of these morns about twelve o' clock This old world is going to reel and rock Pharaoh's army got drowned, Oh, Mary, don't you weep. CH X 3

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Ruben Ranzo Ruben Ranzo Ruben Ranzo, an inexperienced sailor is shanghaied aboard a whaling ship. The captain's daughter takes pity on him, teaches him navigation and the finer points of sailing, marries him and he becomes the finest sailor on the seas. It has been suggested that Ranzo is a corruption of the name Lorenzo. American whaling ships often recruited Portugese seamen in the Azores, and Ranzo may have been one of these. * The holy stone resembled a vacuum cleaner in shape, but weighed around twenty-five pounds. A round stone was at the end of a handle. Sand was put on the deck and sailors scrubbed to get the gunk out of the wood. Lyrics: Oh, poor old Ruben Ranzo, Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo Oh, poor old Ruben Ranzo, Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo Oh, Ranzo was no sailor, Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo He was a New York tailor Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo He was a New York tailor Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo Shanghaied aboard a whaler, Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo They put him holy-stonin' * Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo And cared not for his groanin' Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo They gave him lashes thirty Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo Because he was so dirty Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo They gave him lashes twenty Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo That's twenty more than plenty Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo Ah Ranzo nearly fainted Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo When his back with oil was painted Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo The captain gave him thirty Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo His daughter begged for mercy Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo She took him to her cabin Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo And tried to ease his moanin' Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo Oh, she give him rum and water, Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo And a bit more than she ought to, Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo She gave him education Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo And taught him navigation Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo She made him the best sailor Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo On board that New York whaler Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo He married the captain's daughter Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo And still sails on salt water Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo Now he's known wherever them whale-fish blow, Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo As the toughest whaler on the go, Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: There's A Hole In The Bucket There's A Hole In The Bucket A circle song is one that comes back to where it started and begins again. It can go on indefinitely. This is the amusing story of Henry and Maria. Their bucket leaks and she wants him to fix it, but that never happens. A true 'catch 22.' Lyrics: There's a [A] hole in the [D] bucket Maria, Maria There's a [A] hole in the [D] bucket Maria, [E] there's a [A] hole Then why don't you fix it dear Henry, dear Henry Then why don't you fix it dear Henry, dear fix it! With what shall I fix it Maria, Maria? With what shall I fix it Maria, with what? With straw dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry With straw dear Henry, dear Henry with straw. But the straw is too long Maria, Maria The straw is too long Maria, too long Well cut it dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry Well cut it dear Henry, dear Henry just cut it! With what shall I cut it Maria, Maria? With what shall I cut it Maria, with what? With an axe dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry With an axe dear Henry, dear Henry, with an axe! But the axe is too dull Maria, Maria, The axe is too dull, the axe is too dull Then sharpen it dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry Then sharpen it dear Henry, dear Henry then sharpen it! With what shall I sharpen it Maria, Maria? With what shall I sharpen it Maria, with what? With a stone dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry With a stone dear Henry, dear Henry, with a stone! But the stone is too dry Maria, Maria But the stone is too dry Maria, to dry Then wet it dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry Then wet it dear Henry, dear Henry dear just wet it! With what shall I wet it Maria, Maria? With what shall I wet it Maria, with what? With water dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry With water dear Henry, dear Henry with water. But how shall I get it Maria, Maria But how shall I get it Maria, but how In the bucket dear Henry, dear Henry dear Henry In the bucket dear Henry, dear Henry in the bucket There's a hole in the bucket Maria, Maria There's a hole in the bucket Maria, there's a hole

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Red River Valley I remember watching Roy Rogers when I was a Chicago cowboy in the 1940s. Bob Nolan and the Sons of the Pioneers sang Red River Valley in a movie by the same name. This song always reminds me of my childhood fantasies of riding the range with a cowboy hat and a good chestnut mare. Lyrics: Red River Valley [G] From this valley they say you are going We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile [D] [G] For they say you are taking the [C] sunshine That has [D] brightened our path for a [G] while Come and sit by my side if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu But remember the Red River Valley And the cowboy who loved you so true Won't you think of the valley you're leaving Oh how lonely, how sad it will be? Oh think of the fond heart you're breaking And the grief you are causing to me As you go to your home by the ocean May you never forget those sweet hours That we spent in the Red River Valley And the love we exchanged mid the flowers Repeat first verse

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Erie Canal This is a comic story about a tragic boat ride down the Erie Canal. I decided to sing this in the style of the late 50s - early 60s college folk groups. I can see the audience sitting an a large hall, the men wearing three button jackets and skinny ties and the ladies in pretty dresses. The Erie Canal opened in 1825. The Ohio and Erie Canal, joining Cleveland and Portsmouth, was completed in 1845. For 25 years these canals were busy trade routes, piloted by burly, aggressive boatmen on long narrow craft. These keelboats were sharp at both ends, built on a keel and ribs. Gradually the railroads replaced the keelboat as a form of commercial transportation and the canal traffic was greatly reduced. Lyrics: E-RI-E CANAL [A] We were forty miles from Albany Forget it I [E] never [A] shall. [A] What a terrible [E] storm we [A] had one [D] night [A] On the E-ri-e [E] - [A] Canal. chorus: O the E-ri-e was a-rising And the gin was a-getting low. And I scarcely think we'll get a drink Till we get to Buff-a-lo-o-o Till we get to Buffalo. We were loaded down with barley We were chock-full up on rye. The captain he looked down at me With his gol-durned wicked eye. Two days out from Syracuse The vessel struck a shoal; We like to all be foundered On a chunk o' Lackawanna coal. We hollered to the captain On the towpath, treadin' dirt He jumped on board and stopped the leak With his old red flannel shirt. The cook she was a grand old gal Stood six foot in her socks. Had a foot just like an elephant And her breath would open locks. The wind begins to whistle The waves begin to roll We had to reef our royals On that ragin' canal. The cook came to our rescue She had a ragged dress; We h'isted her upon the pole As a signal of distress. When we got to Syracuse Off-mule, he was dead; The nigh mule got blind staggers We cracked him on the head. The cook is in the Police Gazette The captain went to jail; And I'm the only son-of-a-sea-cook That's left to tell the tale.

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: On Top Of Old Smokey I remember lying on the floor in front of the big brown cathedral radio at my grandmother's house, listening to The Weavers sing 'On Top of Old Smokey.' It was on the 'Hit Parade' back then, just as popular as Coldplay, Weezer or Black Eyed Peas are today. It's still a great song. I recorded it with my new 7-string Martin, a 5-string banjo and bass, with a few Rickenbacker 12-string licks at the end. Lyrics: [D] On top of old [G] Smokey All covered with [D] snow I lost my true [A] lover For courting too [D] slow Courting 's a pleasure And parting is a grief But a false hearted lover Is worst than a thief For a thief he will rob you And take what you have But a false hearted lover Will lead you to your grave The grave will decay you And turn you to dust One girl in a thousand That a poor boy can trust For they'll hug and they'll kiss you And tell you more lies That the crossties on a railroad Or the stars in th sky So come all you young fellows Take a warning from me Never place your affection On a green growing tree For the leaves they will wither And the roots will decay And a false hearted lover Will soon fade away On top of old Smokey All covered with snow I lost my true lover For courting too slow

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Old Riley Painting by: William H. Johnson Chain Gang National Museum of American Art Smithsonian Institution, Washington, D.C. This song is actually made up of two traditional songs combined by Lead Belly. They are prison work songs used for flat weeding. 'Rattler' was the name generally given to the lead search dog on a prison farm. The name 'Old Riley' comes up in at least one other prison song. The line 'Believe I'll do like Old Riley, Old Riley walked de Brazos' appears in 'Ain't No More Cane on the Brazos.' When an inmate tried to break out of prison, he would make his way up the river bed through the shallow water, to lose his scent to the blood hounds who were in hot pursuit. This was called 'walking the water.' Apparently Old Riley was one prisoner who got away. Lyrics: OLD RILEY [G] Old Riley walked the [C] water, [G] Old Riley walked the [C] water [G] In them long hot [D] summer [G] days. Old Riley he is gone, Old Riley he is gone In them long hot summer days. [G] Riley walked the [C] water; [G] Here, [D] Rattler, [G] here [G] Old Riley walked the [C] water; [G] Here, [D] Rattler, [G] here. Old Riley's gone like a turkey in the corn Here, Rattler, here. Old Riley's gone like a turkey in the corn Here, Rattler, here. Rattler come when I blow my horn Here, Rattler, here. Old Rattler come when I blow my horn Here, Rattler, here. Old Rattler's got him a marrow bone, Here, Rattler, here. Old Rattler's got him a marrow bone, Here, Rattler, here. Old Riley's gone like a turkey in the corn, Here, Rattler, here. Old Riley's gone like a turkey through the corn, Here, Rattler, here. Old Riley walked the water Old Riley walked the water In them long hot summer days. Combination of traditional Words & Music by Huddie Ledbetter. Another variation is here: Here Rattler Here Old Riley crossed the water, On them long hot summer days Old Riley crossed the water. On them long hot summer days, Oh Sic 'im, oh sic 'im Oh sic 'im done gone, here rattler here Oh sic 'im, oh sic 'im. Oh sic 'im done gone, Here rattler here Riley crossed the water; On dem long hot summer days Riley crossed the water On dem long hot summer days He's headed for the river; As sure as your born. Here, Rattler, here. He can hear the sheriff blowin his horn Here, Rattler, here. Here old rattler Here rattler here Hey old rattler Here rattler here Oh Sic 'im, oh sic 'im Oh sic 'im done gone, here rattler here Oh sic 'im, oh sic 'im. Oh sic 'im done gone, Here rattler here Riley crossed the water; On dem long hot summer days Riley crossed the water On dem long hot summer days He's headed for the river; Where we can't go. Here, Rattler, here. Headed up north for freedom land Here, Rattler, here. Hey old rattler Here rattler here Hey old rattler Here rattler here Oh Sic 'im, oh sic 'im Oh sic 'im done gone, here rattler here Oh sic 'im, oh sic 'im. Oh sic 'im done gone, Here rattler here Old Riley crossed the water In them long hot summer days. Old Riley crossed the water; In them long hot summer days.

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: So Early In The Spring This is a sea chantey that got distilled, and transformed into a love ballad in the Appalachian Mountains. The origin is Scottish, but the lyrical style is obviously from the Southern United States. Many settlers to the New World brought their music with them, only to have it subtly changed over time. Another example of this phenomenon is Jean Ritchie's song 'Nottamun Town,' which only survived by being brought to North America. When, as a Fulbright Scholar she visited Nottingham, England to research the roots of the song, it had completely disappeared in its original form. Appalachian Traditional Music, A Short History: http://www.mustrad.org.uk/articles/appalach.htm Lyrics: SO EARLY IN THE SPRING [A] It being early in the spring I went on board to serve my [E] king [A] Leaving my dearest [F#m] dear behind She [E] oftimes swore her heart was[F#m] mine As I lay smiling in her arms I thought I held ten thousand charms With embraces kind and a kiss so sweet Saying We'll be married when next we meet As I was sailing on the sea I took a kind opportunity Of writing letters to my dear But scarce one word from her did hear As I was walking up London Street I shoved a letter from under my feet Straight lines being wrote without any blot Saying seldom seen is soon forgot I went up to her father's hall And for my dearest dear did call She's married, sir, she's better for life For she has become a rich man's wife If the girl is married, whom I adore I'm sure I'll stay on land no more. Straight lines being wrote without any blot Saying seldom seen is soon forgot So come young lads take a warn from me If in love you'll ever be For love is patient,love is kind, Just never leave your love behind It being early in the spring I went on board to serve my king Leaving my dearest dear behind She oftimes swore her heart was mine New words and new music by Roger McGuinn (C) 2005 McGuinn Music (BMI)

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Wanderin' This was originally a post World War I lament of a soldier returning to hard times in America. I've interpreted it as a tribute to traveling and have written a few new verses to reflect my love of wanderin' Lyrics: [C] My daddy is an engineer, [Em] my brother drives a hack My [F] sister takes in washing and the [Dm] baby balls the jack [C] And it looks like I'm [Em] never going to [Am] cease my [Dm] - [G7] - [C] wandering I've been out a-wandering both early and late From New York City to the Golden Gate And it looks like I'm never going to cease my wandering Been across this country so many times before, But I never lose the feeling, that's what God made me for And it looks like I'm never going to cease my wandering Been working in the city, working on the farm I always have a guitar underneath my arm And it looks like I'm never going to cease my wandering Played most every country, played most every town Want to keep on playing, this whole wide world around And it looks like I'm never going to cease my wandering There's fish in the ocean, and eels in the sea And everywhere I haven't been, that's where I want to be And it looks like I'm never going to cease my wandering Traditional, New lyrics by Roger McGuinn (C) McGuinn Music 2005 / BMI

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Follow The Drinking Gourd Special thanks to Nedra Talley Ross (of the Ronettes) for background vocals. http://www.history-of-rock.com/ronettes.htm FOLLOW THE DRINKING GOURD DECODED [A] Follow the [Em] drinking gourd! [A] Follow the [Em] drinking gourd. For the [G] old man is [D] waiting to [C] carry you to [D] freedom [Em] Follow the [D] drinking [Em] gourd. The old man in this chorus was Peg Leg Joe, a sailor-turned-carpenter who had lost part of his right leg in an accident at sea. Joe wintered in the South doing odd jobs, from plantation to plantation. When he wasn't working he taught the slaves this song containing a secret escape route to freedom in the North. The Drinking Gourd is not a gourd, but the Big Dipper with its two pointer stars (Dubhe and Merak) that visually lead to the North Star. By following the North Star the slaves were able to consistently navigate northward. When the sun comes back and the first quail calls, Follow the drinking gourd, For the old man is waiting to carry you to freedom If you follow the drinking gourd. Each year when the quails migrated south, the slaves were told to begin their journey northward, which entailed crossing the unnavigable Ohio River. It was too swift and wide to cross, except in winter, when it was frozen and slaves could walk to the other shore on the ice. The riverbank makes a very good road, The dead trees will show you the way, Left foot, peg foot traveling on, Following the drinking gourd. Peg Leg Joe marked one bank of the Tombigbee River in Mississippi with his easily identifiable footprints. By following them and the dead trees along the riverbank, the slaves could have a safe journey free from plantation owner's hounds. The river ends between two hills, Follow the drinking gourd, There's another river on the other side, Follow the drinking gourd. When the Tombigbee ended, the slaves were told to continue northward, over the hills, to the Tennessee River where the Underground Railroad would help them. Lyrics: FOLLOW THE DRINKING GOURD [Em] When the sun goes back and the [C] first quail calls [Em] Follow the [D] drinking [Em] gourd [Em] The old man is a-waitin' for to [C] carry you to freedom [Em] Follow the [D] drinking [Em] gourd [A] Follow the [Em] drinking gourd! [A] Follow the [Em] drinking gourd. For the [G] old man is [D] waiting to [C] carry you to [D] freedom [Em] Follow the [D] drinking [Em] gourd. The river bed makes a mighty fine road, Dead trees to show you the way And it's left foot, peg foot, traveling on Follow the drinking gourd CHORUS The river ends between two hills Follow the drinking gourd There's another river on the other side Follow the drinking gourd CHORUS I thought I heard the angels say Follow the drinking gourd The stars in the heavens gonna show you the way Follow the drinking gourd CHORUS

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Let The Bullgine Run The term bullgine was derisive shipboard slang for an engine. Sailors didn't like them much, and many still don't today. I recorded this song on the album 'Judy Collins 3' on Elektra Records in 1963. This is a slightly different version, but my banjo part is pretty close to the one I played on Judy's record. This is a rollicking halliards chantey. The Margot Evans was a packet ship, one of the first vessels to guarantee delivery of its mail packets across the Atlantic in a specified amount of time. Lyrics: [Em] Oh the smartest clipper [G] you can [Am] find [G] Heave away, [D] haul away Is the [Em] Margot Evans of the [G] Blue Cross [Am] Line [G] So clear away the [D] track and let the [Em] bullgine run! [Em] Tell me, are you most done? [G] Heave away, [Am] haul away [Em] With Liza Lee all [G] on my [Am] knee, [G] So clear away the [D] track and let the [Em] bullgine run! O the Margot Evans of the Blue Cross Line, Heave away, haul away She's never a day behind her time So clear away the track and let the bullgine run! Tell me, are you most done? Heave away, haul away With Liza Lee all on my knee, So clear away the track and let the bullgine run! Oh, when I come home across the sea, Heave away, haul away It's Liza, will you marry me? So clear away the track and let the bullgine run! Tell me, are you most done? Heave away, haul away With Liza Lee all on my knee, So clear away the track and let the bullgine run! Oh the smartest clipper you can find Heave away, haul away Is the Margot Evans of the Blue Cross Line So clear away the track and let the bullgine run!