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My lady love, she stands a'waitin'
Far across the wide Missouri
On the banks I hear her callin' to me

A-roll, a-rollaree
Across the wide Missouri
A-roll, a-rollaree
Across the wide Missouri

Sleep, my child and peace attend thee, all through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee, all through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, hill and vale in slumber sleeping
God, His loving vigil keeping, all through the night

While the moon her watch is keeping, all through the night
While the weary world is sleeping, all through the night
Through your dreams, you're swiftly stealing, visions of delight revealing

Banua, Banua, banua, oh! Banua, Banua, baby, I don't know. (Hit it!) (Once again!)
Banua, Banua, banua, oh! Banua, Banua, baby, I don't know. (Hit it!)

Won't you come to me, baby? Won't you bring me my bail?
For a drink and a fight on a Saturday night, they put down in the Banua jail.

Banua, Banua, banua, oh! Banua, Banua, baby, I don't know. (Hit it!) (Once again!)
Banua, Banua, banua, oh! Banua, Banua, baby, I don't know. (Hit it!)

Oo - 'round the bay of Mexico
Way up, Suzianna!
Mexico is the place I belong in
'Round the bay of Mexico
Wind from the East and it's blowin' strong
Way up, Suzianna!
Looks like a hurricane comin' along, well,
'Round the bay of Mexico

Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin' 'til I go down to Bimini.
We were all sailors 'til the day our boat pulled in to Bimini Bay.
We tapped a keg. We loaded on. Woke up to find the boat was gone!
Chorus:
Send my bail down to Bimini. This town is wearisome. Got thrown in jail just for drinkin' Barbego rum, Barbego rum.
Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin 'til I go down to Bimini.,
I recollect the other night, seems like there was a friendly fight.
It was a woman brought me grief. Her mother was the police chief!

How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail before she can sleep in the sand?
How many times must the cannon balls fly before they are forever banned?
The answer my friend, is blowin' in the wind.
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky?
How many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry?

Spoken:
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 the M.T.A., 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!

(Eight bar guitar, banjo introduction)

Well, let me tell you of the story of a man named Charley,
On a tragic and fateful day,
He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family,

I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow
Gonna find a true love that is where I want to go
Out where them chilly winds don't blow

Sing your song, sing it soft and low
Sing it for your baby and then I'll have to go
Out where them chilly winds don't blow

Yellow is the color of my true love's hair
In the morning when we rise, in the morning when we rise
That's the time. That's the time I love the best
Blue is the color of the sky in the morning
When we rise, in the morning when we rise
That's the time. That's the time I love the best
Mellow is the feeling that I get when I'm with her
Uh huh, when I'm with her, uh huh

Ooh
We're comin' from the mountains,
Across the Northern plains
It's off to California,
Then back again to Maine
Singin' a song that you all know,
Then let your voices go
So sing it out, my

I was travelin' west a buckskin on my way to a cattle run
'Cross a little cactus desert under a hot blisterin' sun
I was thirsty down to my toenails, stopped to rest me on a stump
But I tell ya I just couldn't believe it when I saw that water pump
I took it to be a mirage at first, it'll fool a thirsty man
Then I saw a note stuck in a bakin' powder can
This pump is old, the note began, but she works so give'er a try
I put a new sucker washer in 'er, you may find the leather dry

Aye, Torero, she is here. Aye, matador.
I feel her eyes, they are wide with excitement and fear.
I feel her heart, for it cries when the horns are too near.
I will be bold, brave, and swift will I be
And I will be numero uno, torero fino.
She'll dream tonight of me.

Ole, ole, ole! (Husted!) Viva el matador!

Mike Settle

Well, the Goo Ga Gee is a mighty funny bird. He sings the best song that you ever, ever heard.
He learned this song from a little baby 'cause ev'ry little baby goes "Goo ga gee."

Well, the Goo Ga Gee is from the Milky Way. It flies down to earth ev'ry other day.
It hides in the corner where you can not see and as he flies away he sings, "Goo ga gee."

Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day
Talkin' with my comrades to pass the time away
Lying in the shade underneath the trees
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas

Peas, peas, peas, peas, eating goober peas
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas
Peas, peas, peas, peas, eating goober peas

Some people say I'm a no-count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travellin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can

John Stewart
I was lookin' at the sun. Pardon me, I didn't know it can't be done. I was lookin' at the sun. I was lookin' at the sun.
I was callin' back my youth. Pardon me, did you want to use the booth? I was callin' back my youth. I was callin' back my youth.

(Chorus:)
I don't listen to the fools that are makin' up the rules. I'm a-havin' too much fun.
Doin' what I wanta, hit and run. Doin' what I wanta hit and run. Hit and run. Hit and run. Hit and run.
So my world is made of paint, pardon me, I didn't know that you're a saint. So my world is made of paint. So my world is made of paint.

John Stewart

Chorus:
I hope you understand I've a long way to go. Hope you understand because I told you so.
Well, as the people say, I will be comin' back this way, but until then, gal, you're on your own.

I'm not the kind of guy just for hangin' 'round. I'm bored to tears with this old town.
Well, if you behave, hey, I'll send you a card from Santa Fe but until then, gal, you're on your own.

When I was seventeen
It was a very good year,
It was a very good year
For small town girls
And soft summer nights.
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen.

[Chorus:]
If you don't want, you don't have to get in trouble
If you don't want, you don't have to get in trouble
Say, you'd better leave my woman alone

Well, I know you are a playboy
And you've got women all over town
Well, listen, buddy

When I was just a lad of ten,
my father said to me,
"Come here and take a lesson
from the lovely lemon tree.
Don't put your faith in love, my boy,"
my father said to me,
"I fear you'll find that love is like
the lovely lemon tree."

Martin Cooper

Two little soldiers, their games are such fun, each with his helmet and little toy gun,
Pretending their lying on some battlefield dead after their tucked away safe in their bed.

Chorus:
Little play soldiers if only you knew what kind of battles are waiting for you.

Ten years ago on a cold, dark night there was someone killed in the Townhall light.
There were few at the scene but they all agreed that the slayer who ran looked a lot like me.
Nobody knows. Nobody sees. Nobody knows but me.

The judge said, 'Son, what is your alibi? If you were somewhere else then you won't have to die.'
I spoke not a word though it meant my life for I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife.
She walks these hills in a long black veil. She visits my grave when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows. Nobody sees. Nobody knows but me.

Rod McKuen

Chorus:
I have been a rover. I have walked alone. Hiked a hundred highways. Never found a home.
Still and all, I'm happy. The reason is, you see, once in a while, along the way, love's been good to me.

There was a girl in Denver before the summer's storm. Oh, her eyes were tender. Oh, her arms were warm,
And she could smile away the thunder. Kiss away the rain and even though she's gone away, you won't hear me complain.

Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford

As it fell out on a cold winter day, the drops of rain did fall.
Our Savior asked leave of his mother, Mary, if He might go play at ball.

"Go up the hill," His mother said, "and there you will find three jolly children.
But let me hear no complaint of You when You come home again."

Here we go 'round again
Singing a song about Molly Dee
Far away, I know not where
She's the girl who waits for me
I got a gal in Tennessee
Sweetest little gal that you ever did see
Works all day in a cotton mill
She makes her gin in a bathtub still

[Chorus:]
Just a-singin', (Once again now,) (Just a-singin',) (A-singin',) Ooo, sail away. Ooo, sail away.
A man would be a fool to spend all his money and have to go to sea once more.
But when those brown skin gals start callin' you honey, you'll be a sailin' from that shore.
[Chorus]
When we hit Trinidad, was there I met Marni. Don't you know we started drinkin' rum.
But now I feel so bad. She took all my money and now I sail with the mornin' sun.
So all ye sailor lads who want to go sportin', mark ye well what I do say.

Chorus:
If there's one more town, I'll be goin'. A fight for the winnin' I'll be there.
If there's one more song, I'll be singin'. I'm always goin' but I don't know where.

(Backing singers) Keep a movin' a movin' on

I spent seventeen YEARS in West Virginia. Eight more years just A-runnin' free.
But the girls back home in their blue gingham dresses only heard one thing from me.

Come, my love, and go with me. Ah, my love, I greet thee. Take you down to Tennessee. Meet you by and by.
Don't you hear them hollerin' now. Ah, my love, I need thee. Ain't there goin' to be a row! Meet you by and by.

Get away from that window, my love and my dove. Get away from that window, don't ya hear?
Come some other night for there's gonna be a fight. There'll be razors flyin' through the air.

Pack a poke and come with me. Ah, my love, don't greet me. Shoe your foot in Tennessee. Meet you by and by.
Out that window, sweet and soft. Ah, my, believe me. Hurry love and we'll be off. Meet you by and by.

[Chorus]
Well, I know you, Rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone. (Repeat)
You're gonna miss your daddy rollin' in your arms.

Well, the sun's gonna shine on my back porch some day. I said (Repeat)
Then the wind from the river's gonna blow all my troubles away.

[Chorus]

[Chorus:]
Rocky, do musst reiten durch die Weiten der Prairie.
Rocky, do kommst weiter, doch nach Hause kommst do nie.
Irgendwo da fiel ein Schuss I'm Dunkeln
Und dann stand ein Pferd allein am Tor.
Alle Maedel wussten wer's getan hat,
Und noch heute singen sie's uns vor.
[Chorus]

Down by the mission
San Miguel is a great house
Wherein dwell Don Carlos
And La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell

I work at the ranch, I saddle her mare
I ride with the gun behind as she visits her friends here and there
She says, ?Thank you, Manuel? or ?Manuel, poor favor?

Adieu Émile, my trusted friend
We've known each other since we were nine or ten
Together we climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and ABC's
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees
Adieu Émile, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air

We come on the sloop John be,
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinkin' all night
Got into a fight (got into a fight)
Well, I feel so break up
I want to go home (I want to go home, so now)
Hoist up the John be's sails

Jane Bowers

I used to ride a little old speckled roan. I told him lots of things I wouldn't have told at home.
I said to the speckled roan, said I, "I'm so lonesome I could die, but I ain't gonna stay lonesome very long."

I used to ride a little ole yellow dun. Mending fences, rode him in the rain and sun.
I said to the yellow dun, said I, "I'm gonna be rich or know the reason why. Gonna take my money to town and find the fun."

Oh, we'll stay awhile to bide awhile
We'll never want to leave ya
Oh, we'll stay awhile to bide awhile
'Til we come back to see ya

As we were walkin' down to Wales one day
We chanced upon young Tommy Clancy
And we called to him, "Could you go a drink?"

John Stewart

Chorus:
I don't want to hear your stories of old. Don't show me your golden chains.
For if there's just one man in this whole wide land and he is living in pain. Oh, then freedom's not your name.

You told me of a dream that I would surely like to see where each man could keep the wolves from his door.
Then I saw an old man without a dollar in his hand, saying, "You don't need me anymore.

L. Coleman/N. Gimbel

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.

Chorus:
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.

The river is wide, I cannot see
Nor do I have light wings to fly
There'll be a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

My love is like the lofty tree
It shudders fears and then sways free
If it should fade when the summer's through

Well, now
Back to back, belly to belly
Well I don't give a damn
'Cause it doesn't matter really
Back to back, belly to belly
At the Zombie Jamboree

Now hear me callin'

Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of a Mr. Grayson, a beautiful woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang."

Hang down your head Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry

Hang down your head Tom Dooley
Poor boy you're bound to die

Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so, mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain so yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September when you were a young and callow fellow.
Try to remember and if you remember, then follow, follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender that no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender that dreams were kept beneath your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender that love was an ember about to billow.

When I was young and dreams were new,
I loved a girl who looked like you.
I saw her face in mountains stream.
I lingered there and lost myself in dreams.

But we were young and tossed away
Our precious love along the way.
We parted strangers, thoughtless and free

Who's gonna hold her hand?
Who's gonna hold her hand?
Who's gonna be her man tonight?
Who's gonna hold her hand?

I watched that big white boat go down
Sailing to the sea
And ev'ry time that wheel went around