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Crow Black Chicken
02:46
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I went up on the mountain to give my horn a blow
I thought I heard my true love say, "Yonder comes my beau"
Crow, black chicken, crow for day
Crow, black chicken, fly away
Crow, black chicken, crow for day
I love chicken pie
Chicken crow for midnight, chicken crow for day
When along comes an owl with a “Whoo-ha!” Scared that chicken away
The hardest work I ever done was plough a field of rye
The easiest work I ever done was eating chicken pie
Chicken crow for midnight, chicken crow for day
When along comes a Ford with a “Whoo-ha!” Scared that chicken away
Wish I had a big frame house, fifteen stories high
Every story in that house was filled with chicken pie
Chicken crow for midnight, chicken crow for day
When along comes a wolf with a “Whoo-ha!” Scared that chicken away
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Flowers are blooming just for me
Blue jays are crooning in the trees
And I’m just singing happily
All because you said that you love me
The skies are clear and blue for me
The grass is green everyplace I see
Everyone smiles for I and thee
All because you said that you love me
So happy since you said that you’d be mine
O Lady Luck is by my side
And life is grand with you in my world
Now I know I’ll die a happy girl
Radio plays love songs for me
People are laughing grand as can be
The sun is shining over me
All because you said that you love me
The wind is whistling through the trees
Everyone smiles so happily
Church bells will ring for I and thee
All because you said that you love me
All because you said that you love me
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King Kong Kitchie
04:26
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Froggie went a courting and he did ride
King kong kitchie kitchie ki me o
with a sword and a pistol by his side
King kong kitchie kitchie ki me o
Ki-mo-ke-mo, ki-mo-ke
Way down yonder in the hollow tree
With the owl and the bat and the bumble bee
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
Well he rode til he came to Miss Mousie’s door
and there he knelt upon the floor
He took Miss Mouse upon his knee
and he said, “Little mouse, won’t you marry me?”
Miss Mouse had suitors three or four
and they burst on through that kitchen door
They grabbed Mr. Frog and began to fight
In the hollow tree it was a terrible night
Mr. Frog brought the suitors to the floor
and with the sword and the pistol he killed all four
Well they went to the parson the very next day
and they left on their honeymoon right away
Now they live far off in a hollow tree
and they now have wealth and children three
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4. |
Cannonball Blues
02:13
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O listen to that train coming down the line
O trying to make up all of her lost time
From Buffalo to Washington
You can wash my jumper and starch my overalls
O catch that train they call the Cannonball
From Buffalo to Washington
Well, my baby left me, she even took my shoes
Enough to give a man these dog-gone worried blues
I said she’s gone, she’s solid gone
Yonder comes that train coming down the track
O carry me away but it ain’t gonna carry me back
My honey babe, my blue eyed babe
Well, I’m going up north, I’m going up north this fall
Lord, if my luck don’t change I won’t be back at all
My honey babe, I’m leaving you
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5. |
East Colorado Blues
05:46
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It’s a long way from east Colorado
To my home, boys, to my home
This is the hammer that killed John Henry
But it won’t kill me, no, it won’t kill me
Well, John Henry, he left his hammer
By the side of the road
This old hammer is falling from my shoulder
Steel’s going down
When you hear my hammer a’ringing
Steel run like lead
Take this hammer and carry it to the Captain
Tell him I’m gone, solid gone, baby
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Little Billy Reuben
02:32
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Bill Reuben is a wee little man
The doctors will catch him if they can
When they do they’ll give him a tan
Run, little Billy, run
Run, little Billy Reuben, run, little Billy Reuben, run, little Billy Reuben
Run, Billy, run
Bill Reuben saw a sweet little girl
Sweetest lil’ girl in the whole round World
Stopped her ears with silent swirls
Run, little Billy, run
Bill Reuben saw a fine little lad
Decided to be his dad
One long hug drove the poor boy mad
Run, little Billy, run
You might think I’m being unfair
that I’m biased beyond compare
Well, you can call me jaundiced; I don’t care
Run, little Billy, run
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Let That Liar Alone
02:43
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If you don’t want to get in trouble
You best let that liar alone
Just let me tell you, people, what a liar will do
He’s always coming with something new
He’ll steal your heart with a false pretense
And make out like he’s your bosom friend
When a liar takes a notion to bend the truth
He’ll lay around his neighbors just to get the news
And nearly every day when you look out
You can see that liar coming to your house
He’ll tell you such a lie, surprise your mind
He’ll mix a little truth for to make it shine
And when he gets his business fixed just right
Well, then that liar’s gonna cause a fight
Well, he’ll study up a lie just to tell it so smooth
You’ll think that it absolutely must be true
And he’ll urge you out for to trace the tale
And if you don’t mind you’ll be put in jail
When everything else is in perfect peace
Well, then comes that liar with his deceit
A hypocrite, liar: both kick up a fuss
They’re both very bad but a liar’s worse
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Elspeth's Farewell
02:53
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O Susannah
02:33
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I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
I’m going to Louisiana, my true love for to see
It rained all night the day I left; the weather, it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death; O Susanna, don’t you cry
O Susanna, O don’t you cry for me
For I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
I had a dream the other night when everything was still
I dreamed I saw my gal Susanna coming up the hill
A red, red rose was in her hand; a tear was in her eye
I said I’m coming from the south; O Susanna, don’t you cry
O Susanna, O don’t you cry for me
For I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
Well, soon I’ll be in New Orleans and then I’ll look around
And when I find my gal Susanne I’ll fall upon the ground
But if I do not find her there then I will surely die
And when I’m dead and buried, Lord, O Susanna don’t you cry
O Susanna, O don’t you cry for me
For I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
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Reuben Train
03:40
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O Reuben's coming down the track
and he's got that throttle back
and the wheels are a’carrying him from home
If that boiler don't bust
cause he’s eat up with rust
I'll soon be a long way from my home
If you don't believe I'm gone
just look at the train I'm on
You can hear that whistle blow a thousand miles
I'm a’going down the track
and I ain't never coming back
and I'll never get no letter from my home
Well, that train run so fast
that I knew it couldn't last
for them wheels was a’burning up the rails
O Reuben had a wreck
and it broke poor Reuben's neck
but it never hurt one hair on my head
Well, I'm walking up the track
and I’m hoping I'll get back
cause I'm a thousand miles from my home
If I ever get back to you
you can beat me black and blue
for I'll never leave my shanty home
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11. |
The Crawdad Song
03:32
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You get a line and I'll get a pole, Honey
You get a line and I'll get a pole, Babe
You get a line and I'll get a pole
We'll go fishing down the crawdad hole
Honey, Baby, mine.
Well, I’m setting on the bank 'til my feet got cold, Honey
Setting on the bank 'til my feet got cold, Babe
Setting on the bank 'til my feet got cold
catching all the crawdads in that hole
Honey, Baby, mine
Well, yonder comes a man with a sack on his back, Honey
Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back, Babe
Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back
catching all the crawdads he can pack
Honey, Baby, mine
The man fell down and broke that sack, Honey
Man fell down and broke that sack, Babe
Man fell down and broke that sack
See them crawdads backing on back
Honey, Baby, mine
What did the hen duck say to the drake, Honey?
What did the hen duck say to the drake, Babe?
What did the hen duck say to the drake?
Said, “There ain't no crawdads in that lake!”
Honey, Baby, mine
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12. |
Me and My Pony
03:22
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One bright and sunny morn
when it was nice and warm
I took my pony and we rode
It sounds real nice, I know
but the way that these things go
riding on my pony is like a rodeo
Cause he spits his bit at me
and puffs up really fat, you see
so that my saddle don’t fit tight
My saddle it comes loose
and drops me down on my caboose
Right onto the cactuses, or should I say “cacti?”
O no! I think I see a cliff!
He’s gonna throw me off if I don’t keep my grip!
When I offer sugar lumps
he’ll bite my fingers down to stumps
if I’m not careful with my hand
If he eyes a low tree branch
he’ll take off for it at a dash
If I don’t watch myself, well, I’ll lose more than my hat
I wear my gloves you know
to hold on to the rope
when he is dragging me behind
and when we’re at a run
o he stops short and off I’m flung
I tell you sister, who says cowgirls can not fly?
This ain’t no casual pony ride!
O I’m just lucky, brother, if I come back alive!
Maybe I’ll buy a Bay
a Pinto, a Paint, or a Dapple Grey
I hear that Clydesdales are real sweet
Appaloosa, Arabian
to ride out in the sun
I’d ride a chicken cause this pony’s got me beat
I’d ride a goldfish cause this pony’s got me beat
This pony, he’s got me beat
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13. |
Chased Ol' Satan
03:23
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Well, I met ol’ Satan through the door
I hit him on the head with a two-by-four
I’m gonna wear that starry crown over there!
Over there! Over there!
I’m gonna wear that starry crown over there!
For I got no skillet, I got no lid
Ashcakes taste like shortening bread
I’m gonna wear that starry crown over there!
Well, I met ol’ Satan down the lane
I hit him on the head with a walking cane
I’m gonna wear that starry crown over there!
Well, I chased ol’ Satan ‘round a stump
I gave him a kick for every jump
I’m gonna wear that starry crown over there!
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Roe Family Singers Minneapolis, Minnesota
Bonfire Music Group recording artists the Roe Family Singers are a Good-Time, Old-Time Hillbilly band from the tiny community of Kirkwood Hollow, MN. Led by wife & husband Kim Roe and Quillan Roe, the band marries old-time sounds from barn-dances, fiddle pulls, and county fairs with the rock & roll passion of youth. ... more
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