I'll sing you a song, ain't very long, 'Bout an old man who never done wrong. How he died nobody can say, They found him dead in the street one day. Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn, At t
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must the white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly Before they are f
'Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago, When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door. This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still remember well, The color of his skin was black an
Baby please don't go Baby please don't go Baby please don't go down to New Orleans You know I love you so Baby please don't go When the man done gone When the man done gone When the man done gone dow
Ah, oh, smokestack lightning Shinin', just like gold Why don't ya hear me cryin'? Ah, whoo hoo, ooh... Whoo... Whoa, oh, tell me, baby What's the, matter with you? Why don't ya hear me cryin'? Whoo h
Come you ladies and you gentlemen and listen to my song Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell 'Bout an east coast city that you all know well
Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don't mattered anyhow And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don't matter anyhow When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out
Doctor, doctor Explaintell me the time of day Another bottle's empty, another penny spent He turned around and he slowly walked away They shot him in the back and down he went Shine your light Movin'
There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans My sweetheart w
Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask you Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask you There's just one kind of favor I'll ask you You can see that my grave is kept clean And there's two white horse
I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack Just a little shanty by the railroad track Freight train was it taught me how to cry The holler of the driver was my lullaby I've got the freight train blues O
I am a 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 that I'm a stranger, My face you'll never see no more.
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die Feeling funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die Well, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave my children crying Well, I look over
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 go
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door highway 51 runs right by my baby's door if i don't get the girl i'm loving won't go down to highway 51 no more. Well, i know that highway like i know my hand ye
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 Guthri
Rambling out of the wild west Leaving the towns I love the best Thought I'd seen some ups and down 'Till I come into New York town People going down to the ground Building's going up to the sky Winte
I've been around this whole country But I never yet found Fennario. Well, as we marched down As we marched down Well, as we marched down to Fennario Well, our captain fell in love With a lady like a
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