{"id":1985,"date":"2018-09-01T09:41:28","date_gmt":"2018-09-01T08:41:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.scoutingresources.org.uk\/wordpress\/?page_id=1985"},"modified":"2018-09-01T10:47:23","modified_gmt":"2018-09-01T09:47:23","slug":"campfire-songs-iv","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.scoutingresources.org.uk\/wordpress\/programme-planning\/songs\/campfire-songs-iv\/","title":{"rendered":"Campfire Songs IV"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Songs\"<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n
\n

ALIVE, AWAKE,
\n ALERT<\/a>
\n ANNOUNCEMENTS,
\n ANNOUNCEMENTS<\/a>
\n THE ANTS
\n GO MARCHING<\/a>
\n AN AUSTRIAN<\/a>
\n BEAR
\n SONG<\/a>
\n WE\u2019LL
\n ALL BE SINGING<\/a>
\n BIG ROCK
\n CANDY MOUNTAIN<\/a>
\n BINGO<\/a>
\n BIRDIE
\n SONG<\/a>
\n BIRDS
\n IN THE WILDERNESS<\/a>
\n BOA CONSTRICTOR <\/a>
\n MY BONNIE
\n (variations) <\/a>
\n BOOM
\n CHICKA BOOM <\/a>
\n CANNIBAL
\n KING <\/a>
\n THE CAPTAIN <\/a>
\n SIPPIN\u2019
\n CIDER 
\n <\/a>COMMERCIAL
\n MIXUP <\/a>
\n COMPUTER
\n SONG <\/a>
\n THE COO-COO
\n BIRD <\/a>
\n COWPIES <\/a>
\n CUTEST
\n BEAR <\/a>
\n DEACON
\n WENT DOWN<\/a> 
\n DING-A-LING <\/a>
\n DO YOUR
\n EARS HANG LOW? <\/a>
\n ALL YOU
\n ETA<\/a> 
\n FLEA <\/a>
\n FOUND
\n A PEANUT <\/a>
\n FROGS
\n GO POP <\/a>
\n GHOST
\n CHICKENS IN THE SKY <\/a>
\n GHOST
\n STAFFERS IN THE SKY <\/a>
\n GING
\n GANG GOOLI <\/a>
\n GOAT
\n SONG <\/a>
\n MY GOOSE <\/a>
\n GRANNY\u2019S
\n IN THE CELLAR <\/a>
\n LITTLE
\n GREEN FROG <\/a>
\n GROUND
\n ROUND <\/a>
\n HAM AND
\n EGGS <\/a>
\n IF YOU\u2019RE
\n HAPPY <\/a>
\n HEAD
\n AND SHOULDERS <\/a>
\n OH HERE
\n WE ARE <\/a>
\n HEY HO!
\n NOBODY HOME <\/a>
\n THERE\u2019S
\n A HOLE IN THE BUCKET <\/a>
\n HOLE
\n IT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA <\/a>
\n OH! HOW
\n I HATE TO GET UP IN THE MORNING <\/a>
\n INSECT
\n COVERED WORLD <\/a>
\n OH I
\n WISH I WERE<\/a> 
\n HE JUMPED
\n FROM 40,000 FEET <\/a>
\n I\u2019M A
\n JUVENILE DELINQUENT <\/a>
\n THE KEEPER <\/a>
\n KING
\n OF THE CAMP <\/a>
\n CAMP
\n KOOKAMONGA <\/a>
\n LONDON\u2019S
\n BURNING <\/a>
\n CAMPERS\u2019
\n LULLABY <\/a>
\n MENU
\n SONG <\/a>
\n MORE
\n WE GET TOGETHER <\/a>
\n MULES <\/a>
\n
\n MY OLD MAN\u2019S
\n A SAILOR <\/a>
\n MEN FROM
\n NAIROBI <\/a>\n <\/td>\n

\n

\n NOTHING
\n MORE TO SAY <\/a>
\n I\u2019M A
\n NUT <\/a>
\n O CHESTER<\/a>
\n  PINK PAJAMAS<\/a> 
\n PAW-PAW
\n PATCH <\/a>
\n PEANUT,
\n PEANUT BUTTER JELLY <\/a>
\n ON TOP
\n OF A PIZZA <\/a>
\n I POINTS
\n TO MINESELF <\/a>
\n YOU\u2019VE
\n BEEN PRIMPING <\/a>
\n QUEER
\n BIRD <\/a>
\n RAVIOLI <\/a>
\n ROADKILL
\n STEW <\/a>
\n ROOSTER
\n SONG <\/a>
\n DEAD
\n DOG ROVER <\/a>
\n JOHN
\n JACOB JINGLEHEIMER SCHMIDT<\/a> 
\n LITTLE
\n SKUNK <\/a>
\n ARE YOU
\n SLEEPING? <\/a>
\n SLEEPY
\n CAMPER <\/a>
\n ON TOP
\n OF SPAGHETTI <\/a>
\n YOU\u2019LL
\n WAKE THE STUPID BIRDS!! <\/a>
\n TARZEN
\n OF THE APES <\/a>
\n THIS
\n OLD MAN <\/a>
\n THROW
\n IT OUT THE WINDOW <\/a>
\n TIP TOE
\n THRU THE TULIPS<\/a> 
\n WE\u2019RE
\n ALL TOGETHER AGAIN<\/a>
\n TOOTY
\n TA <\/a>
\n A TRIO
\n OF RODENTS WITH IMPERFECT VISION <\/a>
\n UNDERWEAR <\/a>
\n VISTAY <\/a>
\n WADDELEY-ACHEE <\/a>
\n HAPPY
\n WANDERER <\/a>
\n MOM,
\n WASH MY UNDERWEAR<\/a>
\n A WEALTHY
\n MAN<\/a>
\n BE KIND
\n TO YOUR WEB FOOTED
\n FRIENDS <\/a>
\n WE\u2019RE
\n HERE BECAUSE <\/a>
\n WHERE
\n O WHERE ARE YOU
\n TONIGHT? <\/a>
\n WORMS <\/a>
\n WORST
\n IS YET TO COME <\/a>
\n GRAND
\n OLD DUKE OF YORK <\/a>
\n ZULU
\n WARRIOR <\/a>
\n I LOVE
\n YOU ARIZONA <\/a>
\n BACK
\n IN THE SADDLE AGAIN<\/a> 
\n BICYCLE
\n BUILT FOR TWO <\/a>
\n BIG IRON <\/a>
\n BIG ROCK
\n CANDY MOUNTAIN <\/a>
\n BILL
\n BAILEY WON\u2019T YOU PLEASE
\n COME HOME <\/a>
\n BLOWING
\n IN THE WIND <\/a>
\n BRITISH
\n GRENADIERS <\/a>
\n THE DYING
\n COWBOY <\/a>
\n THE OLD
\n CHISHOLM TRAIL<\/a>
\n COOL
\n WATER <\/a>
\n COUNTRY
\n ROADS <\/a>
\n DANNY
\n BOY<\/a> 
\n DESPERADO<\/a> \n <\/td>\n

\n

DON\u2019T FENCE
\n ME IN <\/a>
\n DOWN
\n IN THE VALLEY <\/a>
\n FIRE
\n ON THE MOUNTAIN <\/a>
\n FOUR-LEAF
\n CLOVER <\/a>
\n THE
\n GAMBLER <\/a>
\n GHOST
\n RIDERS IN THE SKY<\/a> 
\n HAIL
\n HAIL THE GANG\u2019S ALL HERE<\/a>
\n  HAPPY
\n TRAILS<\/a>
\n MY
\n HEROES HAVE ALWAYS BEEN COWBOYS <\/a>
\n HOME
\n ON THE RANGE <\/a>
\n HOME,
\n SWEET HOME <\/a>
\n LOCH
\n LOMAND <\/a>
\n THERE\u2019S
\n A LONG, LONG TRAIL <\/a>
\n LOVE\u2019S
\n OLD SWEET SONG <\/a>
\n MARIAH <\/a>
\n MOON
\n RIVER <\/a>
\n MOUNTAIN
\n DEW <\/a>
\n I LOVE
\n THE MOUNTAINS <\/a>
\n MR.
\n BOJANGLES<\/a>
\n  THE
\n BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS <\/a>
\n VIVA!
\n NUEVO MEJICO! <\/a>
\n THE
\n OLD GREY MARE <\/a>
\n ON
\n TOP OF OLD SMOKIE <\/a>
\n ONE
\n TIN SOLDIER <\/a>
\n PUFF
\n THE MAGIC DRAGON <\/a>
\n RED
\n RIVER VALLEY <\/a>
\n THE
\n RIDDLE SONG <\/a>
\n ROCKY
\n MOUNTAIN HIGH <\/a>
\n ROCKY
\n TOP <\/a>
\n ROW,
\n ROW, ROW YOUR BOAT <\/a>
\n SENTIMENTAL
\n JOURNEY <\/a>
\n SHE\u2019LL
\n BE COMIN\u2019 <\/a>
\n SINGING
\n IN THE RAIN <\/a>
\n SIXTEEN
\n TONS <\/a>
\n SLEWFOOT <\/a>
\n THE
\n SOUND OF MUSIC <\/a>
\n LAREDO <\/a>
\n LAREDO <\/a>
\n WAIT
\n TILL THE SUN SHINES <\/a>
\n ELLIE <\/a>
\n SWEET
\n BETSY FROM PIKE <\/a>
\n TENNESSEE
\n STUD <\/a>
\n TODAY <\/a>
\n LITTLE
\n TOM TINKER <\/a>
\n TUMBLING
\n TUMBLEWEEDS <\/a>
\n VIVE
\n L\u2019AMOUR <\/a>
\n WABASH
\n CANNONBALL <\/a>
\n WALTZING
\n MATILDA <\/a>
\n WHATEVER
\n WILL BE, WILL BE <\/a>
\n WHEN
\n THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN <\/a>
\n WHERE
\n HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE <\/a>
\n I\u2019VE
\n BEEN WORKING ON THE RAILROAD <\/a> <\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

ALIVE, AWAKE, ALERT<\/h1>\n

Chorus:
\nI\u2019m alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic!
\nI\u2019m alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic!
\nI\u2019m alive, awake, alert, Alert, awake, alive.
\nI\u2019m alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic!<\/p>\n

(when you sing:<\/p>\n

I\u2019m alive----- tap thighs
\nAwake -------- clap hands
\nAlert -------- snap fingers<\/p>\n

Enthusiastic - wiggle torso)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>ANNOUNCEMENTS, ANNOUNCEMENTS<\/h1>\n

Announcements, announcements, announcements,
\nA horrible way to die,
\nA horrible way to die,
\nA horrible way to get talked to death.
\nA horrible way to die,<\/p>\n

Make announcements short and sweet
\nShort and sweet, short and sweet.
\nMake announcements short and sweet
\nShort and sweet, short and sweet.
\nFor they are boring.<\/p>\n

(sing this any time the four-letter word announcements is used)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THE ANTS GO MARCHING<\/h1>\n

The ants go marching one by one. Hurrah! Hurrah!
\nThe ants go marching one by one. Hurrah! Hurrah!
\nThe ants go marching one by one.
\nThe little one stops to suck his thumb.
\nAnd they all go marching down,
\nTo the ground, to get out of the rain.
\nBoom! Boom! Boom!<\/p>\n

(other verses)<\/p>\n

two by two tie his shoe
\nthree by three climb a tree
\nfour by four shut the door
\nfive by five take a dive
\nsix by six pick up sticks
\nseven by seven pray to heaven
\neight by eight shut the gate
\nnine by nine check the time
\nten by ten say \"The End\"<\/p>\n

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<\/a>AN AUSTRIAN<\/h1>\n

Oh, an Austrian went yodeling on a mountain so high,
\nWhen along came a cuckoo bird interrupting his cry.
\nOh Le De
\nYoddle le kee kee,
\nYoddle le coo coo, coo coo
\nYoddle le kee kee,
\nYoddle le coo coo, coo coo
\nYoddle le kee kee,
\nYoddle le coo coo, coo coo
\nYoddle le kee kee oh.
\nGrizzly bear Grr.
\nLumberjack Timber
\nAvalanche shhhh
\nTwo lovers kiss, kiss
\nPreacher man Amen<\/p>\n

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<\/a>BEAR SONG<\/h1>\n

The other day (repeat)
\nI met a bear (repeat)
\nUp in the woods (repeat)
\nA way up there. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

The other day I met a bear,
\nUp in the woods a way up there.
\nHe looked at me (repeat)
\nI looked at him (repeat)
\nHe sized up me (repeat)
\nI sized up him. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

He looked at me I looked at him
\nHe sized up me I sized up him.
\nHe said to me; (repeat)
\nWhy don\u2019t you run? (repeat)
\nBecause I see (repeat)
\nYou have no gun. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

He said to me; \"Why don\u2019t you run
\nBecause I see you have no gun.\"
\nAnd so I ran (repeat)
\nAway from there (repeat)
\nBut right behind me (repeat)
\nCame that bear. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

And so I ran away from there
\nBut right behind me came that bear.
\nAhead of me (repeat)
\nI saw a tree (repeat)
\nOh glory be (repeat)
\nA great big tree. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

Ahead of me I saw a tree.
\nOh glory be a great big tree.
\nThe nearest branch (repeat)
\nWas ten feet up (repeat)
\nI\u2019d have to jump (repeat)
\nAnd trust to luck. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

The nearest branch was ten feet up
\nI\u2019d have to jump and trust to luck.
\nAnd so I jumped (repeat)
\nInto the air (repeat)
\nBut I missed that branch (repeat)
\nA way up there. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

And so I jumped into the air
\nBut I missed that branch a way up there.
\nNow don\u2019t you fret (repeat)
\nNow don\u2019t you frown (repeat)
\nI caught that branch (repeat)
\nOn the way back down. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

Now don\u2019t you fret now don\u2019t you frown
\nI caught that branch on the way back down.
\nThe moral of (repeat)
\nThis story is (repeat)
\nDon\u2019t talk to bears (repeat)
\nIn NIKE shoes. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

The moral of this story is
\nDon\u2019t talk to bears in NIKE shoes.
\nThis is the end (repeat)
\nThere ain\u2019t no more (repeat)
\nUnless I meet (repeat)
\nThat bear once more. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

This is the end there ain\u2019t no more
\nUnless I meet that bear once more.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>WE\u2019LL ALL BE SINGING<\/h1>\n

One finger we\u2019ll all keep singing.
\nOne finger we\u2019ll all keep singing.
\nOne finger we\u2019ll all keep singing.
\nWe\u2019ll all be merry and bright.<\/p>\n

2.\u00a0One finger, one thumb
\n3.\u00a0One finger, one thumb, one arm
\n4.\u00a0One finger, one thumb, one arm, one leg
\n5.\u00a0One finger, one thumb, one arm, one leg, a nod of the head,
\n6.\u00a0One finger, one thumb, one arm, one leg, a nod of the head, stand up - sit down
\n7.\u00a0One finger, one thumb, one arm, one leg, a nod of the head, stand up - sit down, stick out your tongue.<\/p>\n

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BIG ROCK CAN<\/a>DY MOUNTAIN (SCOUTING)<\/h1>\n

On a summer\u2019s day in the month of May,
\nA Tenderfoot Scout came hiking,
\nDown a shady lane in the sugar cane;
\nHe was looking for his liking.
\nAs he strolled along he sang a song
\nOf a land of milk and honey,
\nWhere a Scout can stay for many a day,
\nAnd he don\u2019t need any money.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

O the buzzin\u2019 of the bees
\nAnd the chocolate trees,
\nAnd the root beer fountain,
\nWhere lemonade springs,
\nAnd the bluebird signs,<\/p>\n

On the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
\nOn the Big Rock Candy Mountain
\nAll the frogs have wooden legs,
\nThe bulldogs all have rubber teeth,
\nThe hens lay soft boiled eggs,
\nThe farmer\u2019s trees are full of fruit,
\nThe barn\u2019s full of hay,
\nSo I manna go where there ain\u2019t no snow,
\nWhere the sleet don\u2019t fall
\nAnd the wind don\u2019t blow,
\nOn the Big Rock Candy Mountain.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a beach of sun,
\nWhere we can have fun,
\nAnd the ice cream grows on bushes;
\nIn the new mown hay,
\nWe can sleep all day,
\nAnd the malls all have free lunches.
\nWhere the rock and roll pops,
\nAnd the music never stops,
\nAnd the folks are tender hearted,
\nWhere you never change your socks,
\nAnd you never throw rocks,
\nAnd you hair is never parted.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Oh, a farmer and his son,
\nThey were on the run,
\nTo the hay field they were bounding,
\nSaid the Scout to the son,
\n\"Why don\u2019t you come
\nTo that Big Rock Candy Mountain?\"
\nSo the very next day they hiked away,
\nThe mile posts they kept counting,
\nBut they never arrived at the lemonade tide
\nOn the Big Rock Candy Mountain<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>BINGO<\/h1>\n

There was a farmer had a dog
\nAnd Bingo was his name-o.
\nB-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O,
\nAnd Bingo was his name-o.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>BIRDIE SONG<\/h1>\n

Way up in the sky,
\nThe little birds fly,
\nWhile down in the nest,
\nThe little birds rest.
\nWith a wing on their left,
\nAnd a wing on their right,
\nThe little birds slumber,
\nAll through the night.
\nShhhhhh!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>BIRDS IN THE WILDERNESS<\/h1>\n

(tune: Old Gray Mare)<\/p>\n

Here we sit like birds in the wilderness,
\nBirds in the wilderness,
\nBirds in the wilderness.
\nHere we sit like birds in the wilderness,
\nWaiting for (whomever) to come.
\nWaiting for (whomever) to come.
\nWaiting for (whomever) to come.
\nHere we sit like birds in the wilderness,
\nWaiting for (whomever) to come.
\n(put any name in the \"whomever\" spot)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>BOA CONSTRICTOR<\/h1>\n

(Chorus is sung by everyone, the Leader does the spoken parts, then everyone sings the chorus, another individual does the snake parts at the end)<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

I\u2019m being swallowed by a boa constrictor, a boa constrictor, a boa constrictor.
\nI\u2019m being swallowed by a boa constrictor, a boa constrictor, a boa constrictor.
\nAnd I don\u2019t like snakes one bit.<\/p>\n

LEADER SPOKEN PARTS<\/p>\n

Oh no! He\u2019s swallowed my toe.
\nOh gee! He\u2019s up to my knee.
\nOh my! He\u2019s up to my thigh.
\nOh jelly! He\u2019s up to my belly.
\nOh heck! He\u2019s up to my neck.
\nI\u2019m nearly all in,
\nhe\u2019s up to my chin!
\nOh dread! He\u2019s swallowing my....<\/p>\n

SNAKE: BURP! \u2018CUSE ME.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>MY BONNIE (variations)<\/h1>\n

Last night as I lay on my pillow,
\nLast night as I lay on my bed.
\nI stuck my feet out of the window,
\nNext morning, my neighbors were dead.
\nBring back, Bring back, Bring back
\nMy neighbors to me, to me.
\nBring back, Bring back, Bring back
\nMy neighbors to me, to me.
\nMy bonnie leaned over the gas tank
\nThe height of its contents to see.
\nI lighted a match to assist her,
\nOh, bring back my bonnie to me.
\nBring back, Bring back, Bring back
\nMy Bonnie to me, to me.
\nBring back, Bring back, Bring back
\nMy Bonnie to me, to me.
\nMy breakfast lies over the ocean,
\nMy luncheon lies over the rail,
\nMy supper lies in great commotion,
\nWill someone please bring me a pail?
\nPlease bring, please bring, please
\nbring a pail to me, to me.
\nPlease bring, please bring, please
\nbring a pail to me, to me.
\nWho knows what I had for breakfast?
\nWho knows what I had for tea?
\nWho knows what I had for supper?
\nJust look out the window and see.
\nClams, clams, clams, clams,
\nClams and ice cream don\u2019t agree with me.
\nClams, clams, clams, clams,
\nClams and ice cream don\u2019t agree with me.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>BOOM CHICKA BOOM<\/h1>\n

(Everyone repeats what the leader says)<\/p>\n

I said a boom chicka boom
\nI said a boom chicka boom
\nI said a boom chicka rocka chicka rocka chicka boom<\/p>\n

Oh ya\u2019
\nAuh huh
\nOne more time now.<\/p>\n

Then:<\/p>\n

Higher
\nLower
\nFaster
\nSlower
\nLouder
\nSofter<\/p>\n

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<\/a>CANNIBAL KING<\/h1>\n

The cannibal king with a big nose ring,
\nFell in love with a fair young dame\u2014
\nAnd ev\u2019vy night by the pale moonlight,
\nAcross the lake he came.
\nOh, a hug and kiss for a Zulu miss,
\nIn the shade of the old palm tree----
\nAnd it sounded like this to me.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Barrumph (kiss, kiss)
\nBarrumph (kiss, kiss)
\nBarrumph ti di a di aye -----
\nBarrumph (kiss, kiss)
\nBarrumph (kiss, kiss)
\nBarrumph ti di a di aye.<\/p>\n

The Cannibal King went out on a fling
\nOut with his fair young dame\u2014
\nAnd so that night by the pale moonlight,
\nAcross the lake he came.
\nHe placed a band upon her hand,
\nAnd so that night by the pale moonlight,
\nThey pitched a little woo.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THE CAPTAIN<\/h1>\n

(tune: My Bonnie)<\/p>\n

The sailors, they eat in the galley,
\nThe captain, he eats in the nob.
\nIt isn\u2019t he eats any better,
\nIt\u2019s so they won\u2019t know he\u2019s a slob.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Shape Up! Shape Up!
\nO shape up or ship out today, today.
\nShape Up! Shape Up!
\nO shape up or ship out today.<\/p>\n

The sailors, they sleep in their hammocks,
\nThe captain, he sleeps in his bed.
\nIt\u2019s not that he sleeps any better,
\nHe\u2019s 20 feet neared the head.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

The sailors, they ride in the longboat.
\nThe captain, he rides in his gig.
\nIt\u2019s not that he rides any better,
\nIt makes the old buzzard feel big.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>SIPPIN\u2019 CIDER<\/h1>\n

(Leader sings a line and everyone repeats.)<\/p>\n

The prettiest girl (repeat)
\nI ever saw (repeat)
\nWas sippin\u2019 ci- (repeat)
\nDer through a straw. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

The prettiest girl, I ever saw
\nWas sippin\u2019 cider through a straw.
\nSays I to her (repeat)
\nWhat you doin\u2019 that fer? (repeat)
\nA sippin\u2019 ci- (repeat)
\nDer through a straw. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

Says I to her; -What you doin\u2019 that fer?
\nA sippin\u2019 cider through a straw.
\nThen cheek to cheek (repeat)
\nAnd jaw to jaw (repeat)
\nWe both sipped ci- (repeat)
\nDer through a straw. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

Then cheek to cheek and jaw to jaw,
\nWe both sipped cider through a straw.
\nAnd now and then (repeat)
\nThat straw would slip (repeat)
\nAnd we\u2019d sip ci- (repeat)
\nDer lip to lip. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

And now and then that straw would slip,
\nAnd we\u2019d sip cider lip to lip.
\nThat\u2019s how I got (repeat)
\nMy mother-in-law (repeat)
\nAnd forty-nine kids (repeat)
\nThat call me Paw. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

That\u2019s how I got my mother-in-law
\nAnd forty-nine kids that call me Paw.
\nThe moral of (repeat)
\nThis story is (repeat)
\nDon\u2019t sip your ci- (repeat)
\nDer, drink ROOT BEER! (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

The moral of this story is
\nDon\u2019t sip your cider, drink ROOT BEER!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>COMMERCIAL MIXUP<\/h1>\n

(tune: Farmer In the Dell)<\/p>\n

Last night I watched TV.
\nI saw my favorite show.
\nI heard a strange commercial.
\nI can\u2019t believe it\u2019s so.
\nFeed your dog Chiffon.
\nComet cures a cold.
\nUse S.O.S. pads on your face
\nTo keep from looking old.
\nFor headaches take some Certs.
\nUse Tide to clean your face
\nAnd do shampoo with Elmer\u2019s glue,
\nIt holds your hair in place.
\nPerhaps I and confused.
\nI might not have it right.
\nBut one thing I am certain of,
\nI\u2019ll watch TV tonight.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>COMPUTER SONG<\/h1>\n

(tune: Take Me Out to the Ballgame)<\/p>\n

8 6 5 4 3 2 1
\n8 6 5 4 3 2
\n7 7 7 5 6 7 9 3 1
\n5 5 5 6 7 9 0 3 1, OH
\n8 6 5 4 3 2 1
\n1 3 2 4 5 6 8, and it\u2019s
\n9 9 9 7 6 5 4 2 5 6 8<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THE COO-COO BIRD<\/h1>\n

In the springtime around the lake,
\nAs I wandered along,
\nI spied a young coo-coo bird,
\nA singing this song.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Boom a lac-a kee-a, Boom a lac-coo-coo.
\nBoom a lac-a kee-a, Boom a lac-coo-coo.
\nBoom a lac-a kee-a, Boom a lac-coo-coo.
\nBoom a lac-a kee-a, Boom.<\/p>\n

In the springtime around the lake,
\nAs I wandered along,
\nI spied two young coo-coo birds,
\nA singing this song.<\/p>\n

(Repeat chorus and add another coo-coo bird to the chorus.)<\/p>\n

(For each additional bird, add another coo-coo to the chorus.)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>COWPIES<\/h1>\n

(tune: Rawhide)<\/p>\n

Watch \u2018em, watch \u2018em, watch \u2018em
\nKeep your eyes peeled for \u2018em
\nThink we\u2019re headed for some<\/p>\n

COWPIES ------<\/p>\n

They\u2019re round and green and mushy
\nThey come form a cow\u2019s tushy
\nAnd soon they will be covered
\nWith flies ---
\nWalkin\u2019 thru this pasture
\nPlease don\u2019t walk no faster
\nIt could be disaster<\/p>\n

COWPIES ------<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t try an\u2019 understand \u2018em
\nJust try an\u2019 walk around \u2018em
\nYou could miss \u2018em if
\nYou tried ----
\nWorkin\u2019 in a stable
\nScoop \u2018em if yer able
\nDo a dude a favor<\/p>\n

COWPIES ------<\/p>\n

He\u2019s riding on a pillow
\nHis boots are armadillo
\nIf he steps in one he surely
\nWould die ----
\nSo, scoop em up, shovel \u2018em up,
\nRake \u2018em up, pick \u2018em up<\/p>\n

COWPIES ------<\/p>\n

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<\/a>CUTEST BEAR<\/h1>\n

The cutest bear (repeat)
\nI ever saw (repeat)
\nWas sittin\u2019 in the road (repeat)
\nWith a sandwich in his paw (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

The cutest bear I ever saw.
\nWas sittin\u2019 in the road with a sandwich in his paw.
\nI asked him if (repeat)
\nHe\u2019d pose for me (repeat)
\nHe said he would (repeat)
\nFor a nominal fee (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

I asked him if he\u2019d pose for me.
\nHe said he would for a nominal fee.
\nI walked right up (repeat)
\nAnd looked at him (repeat)
\nHe opened his mouth (repeat)
\nAnd shoved me in (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

I walked right up and looked at him.
\nHe opened his mouth and shoved me in.
\nNow here I sit (repeat)
\nInside this Bear (repeat)
\nI need some HELP (repeat)
\nAnd a little fresh air (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all sing)<\/p>\n

Now here I sit inside this Bear.
\nI need some HELP and a little fresh air.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>DEACON WENT DOWN<\/h1>\n

Oh, the deacon went down (repeat)
\nTo the cellar to pray. (repeat)
\nHe found a jug, (repeat)
\nAnd he stayed all day. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all)<\/p>\n

Oh, the deacon went down to the cellar to pray.
\nHe found a jug, and he stayed all day.
\nI ain\u2019t a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
\nIf you get to Heaven, (repeat)
\nBefore I do (repeat)
\nJust poke a hole (repeat)
\nAnd pull me through. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all)<\/p>\n

If you get to Heaven, before I do
\nJust poke a hole, and pull me through.
\nI ain\u2019t a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
\nOh you can\u2019t get to Heaven (repeat)
\nIn (insert name) shoes. (repeat)
\nCause the Lord don\u2019t allow (repeat)
\nNo war canoes. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all)<\/p>\n

Oh you can\u2019t get to Heaven in (insert name) shoes.
\nCause the Lord don\u2019t allow no war canoes.
\nOh, you can\u2019t get to Heaven (repeat)
\nOn roller skates. (repeat)
\nYou\u2019ll roll right by (repeat)
\nThose pearly gates. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all)<\/p>\n

Oh, you can\u2019t get to Heaven on roller skates.
\nYou\u2019ll roll right by those pearly gates.
\nI ain\u2019t a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
\nOh, you can\u2019t get to Heaven (repeat)
\nIn a (insert name) car, (repeat)
\nCause the gosh darn thing, (repeat)
\nWon\u2019t go that far. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all)<\/p>\n

Oh, you can\u2019t get to Heaven in (insert name) car,
\nCause the gosh darn thing, won\u2019t go that far.
\nI ain\u2019t a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
\nOh, you can\u2019t get to Heaven (repeat)
\nWith (insert name) nose. (repeat)
\nCause the Lord don\u2019t allow (repeat)
\nNo fire hose. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all)<\/p>\n

Oh, you can\u2019t get to Heaven with (insert name) nose.
\nCause the Lord don\u2019t allow no fire hose.
\nI ain\u2019t a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
\nYou can\u2019t get to Heaven (repeat)
\nOn a pair of skis, (repeat)
\nYou\u2019ll shuse right through (repeat)
\nSaint Peter\u2019s knees. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all)<\/p>\n

You can\u2019t get to Heaven on a pair of skis,
\nYou\u2019ll shuse right through Saint Peter\u2019s knees.
\nI ain\u2019t a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
\nThat\u2019s all there is (repeat)
\nAnd dere ain\u2019t no more, (repeat)
\nSaint Peter said (repeat)
\nAs he closed the door. (repeat)<\/p>\n

(all)<\/p>\n

That\u2019s all there is and dere ain\u2019t no more,
\nSaint Peter said as he closed the door.
\nI ain\u2019t a gonna grieve my Lord no more.<\/p>\n

(Last chorus):<\/p>\n

I ain\u2019t a gonna grieve my Lord no more,
\nI ain\u2019t a gonna grieve my Lord no more,
\nI ain\u2019t a gonna grieve my Lord no more.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>DING-A-LING<\/h1>\n

When I was a little bitty boy,
\nMy grandmother gave me a brand-new toy.
\nSilver Bells on a string,
\nShe told me it was
\nMy ding-a-ling-a-ling.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
\nWon\u2019t you play with my ding-a-ling.
\nMy ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
\nWon\u2019t you play with my ding-a-ling.
\nOn my way to Grammar School,
\nI stopped in at the vestibule.
\nEvery time the bell would ring,
\nThey caught me playing with
\nMy ding-a-ling-a-ling.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Went to cross turtle creek,
\nSnapper snappin\u2019 at my feet.
\nSure was hard to cross that thing,
\nWith both hands on
\nMy ding-a-ling-a-ling.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

I climbed upon the garden wall,
\nSlipped and had an awful fall.
\nI fell so hard, I heard bells ring,
\nBut I held on to
\nMy ding-a-ling-a-ling.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

This little song, it ain\u2019t so bad,
\nBest little song you ever did have.
\nFor those of you who will not sing,
\nYou must be playing with
\nYour own ding-a-ling-a-ling.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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SWEETLY SINGS THE DONKEY<\/h1>\n

Sweetly sings the donkey,
\nAt the break of day;
\nIf you do not feed him,
\nThis is what he\u2019ll say:
\nHee-haw! Hee-haw!
\nHee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>DO YOUR EARS HANG LOW?<\/h1>\n

(tune: Turkey in the Straw)<\/p>\n

Do your ears hang low?
\nDo they wobble to and fro?
\nCan you tie them in a knot?
\nCan you tie them in a bow?
\nCan you throw them over your shoulder
\nLike a continental soldier?
\nDo your ears hang low?
\nDo your ears hang high?
\nDo they reach up to the sky?
\nDo they droop when their wet?
\nDo they stiffen when they dry?
\nCan you semaphore your neighbor
\nWith a minimum of labor?
\nDo your ears hang high?<\/p>\n

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<\/a>ALL YOU ETA<\/h1>\n

All you eta, think of all you eta,
\nAll you eta, think of all you et.
\nThink of all the soup you et,
\nThink of all the soup you et,
\nSoup you et, soup you et.....OH...
\nAll you eta, think of all you eta,
\nAll you eta, think of all you et.
\nThink of all the corn you et,
\nThink of all the corn you et,
\ncorn you et, corn you et.....OH...
\n(other verses; meat, salad, pie, cobbler, potatoes, lobster, etc.)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>FLEA<\/h1>\n

(Everyone repeats what the leader says)<\/p>\n

Flea
\nFlea, fly,
\nFlea fly flo
\nVista
\nKumala, kumala, kumala vista
\nOh no no no not the vista
\nEne mene esta mene oowah oowah a meenie
\nDese mene soo la mene oowah oowah a meenie
\nBeep billy oat n dote n bo bo ba deet n dat n
\nSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>FOUND A PEANUT<\/h1>\n

(tune: Clementine)<\/p>\n

Found a peanut, found a peanut,
\nFound a peanut just now.
\nJust now found a peanut,
\nFound a peanut just now
\nIt was rotten, it was rotten,
\nIt was rotten just now.
\nJust now it was rotten,
\nIt was rotten just now.<\/p>\n

(other verses)<\/p>\n

Ate it any way
\nGot a stomach.
\nCalled the doctor.
\nHad surgery.
\nDied anyway.
\nWent to heaven.
\nForgot my teddy bear.
\nBack in heaven.
\nKicked an angle.
\nWent the other way.
\nShoveling coal.
\nFound a peanut.
\nIt was rotten.
\nThrew it away.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>FROGS GO POP<\/h1>\n

(tune: The Old Gray Mare)<\/p>\n

We all know frogs go POP in the microwave,
\nPOP in the microwave, POP in the microwave,
\nWe all know frogs go POP in the microwave,
\nWhen you turn it on.
\nWe all know frogs go
\nSQUELCH when you step on them,
\nSQUELCH when you step on them,
\nSQUELCH when you step on them,
\nWe all know frogs go
\nSQUELCH when you step on them,
\nSo better wipe your shoes.
\nWe all know frogs go WHIZZ in the blender,
\nWHIZZ in the blender, WHIZZ in the blender,
\nWe all know frogs go WHIZZ in the blender,
\nWhen you turn it ooooonnnnnnnnn!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>GHOST CHICKENS IN THE SKY<\/h1>\n

(tune: Ghost Riders in the sky)<\/p>\n

A chicken farmer went out
\nOne dark and dreary day.
\nHe rested by the coop,
\nAs he went along his way.
\nWhen all at once a rotten egg
\nHit him in the eye.
\nIt was the sight he dreaded...
\nGhost chickens in the sky.
\nBok, bok, bok, bok.
\nBok, bok, bok, bok.
\nGhost chickens in the sky
\nThe farmer has raised chickens
\nSince he was twenty-four.
\nWorking for the Colonel
\nFor thirty years or more.
\nKilling all those chickens
\nAnd sending them to fry.
\nNow they want revenge...
\nGhost chickens in the sky.
\nBok, bok, bok, bok.
\nBok, bok, bok, bok.
\nGhost chickens in the sky
\nTheir feet were black and shiny,
\nTheir eyes were burning red.
\nThey had no meat or feathers,
\nThese chickens all were dead.
\nThey picked the farmer up
\nAnd he died by the CLAW.
\nThey cooked him EXTRA CRISPY,
\nAnd ate him with cole slaw.
\nBok, bok, bok, bok.
\nBok, bok, bok, bok.
\nGhost chickens in the sky<\/p>\n

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<\/a>GHOST STAFFERS IN THE SKY<\/h1>\n

The S - P - L went hiking out
\nOne dark and windy day,
\nUpon his staff he rested
\nAs he went along his way,
\nWhen all at once a motley crew
\nOf red-eyed staff he saw,
\nA plowin\u2019 through the ragged skies
\nAnd up a dusty draw.
\nYip-i-ya-a, yip-i-ya-o,
\nGhost Staffers in the sky.
\nTheir feet were still on fire
\nAnd their hearts were made of steel
\nTheir boots were black and grungy
\nAnd their hot breath he could feel.
\nA bolt of fear went through him
\nAs they stumbled down the trail.
\nFor as he saw the staffers fallin hard
\nHe could hear their mournful wail.
\nYip-i-ya-a, yip-i-ya-o,
\nGhost Staffers in the sky.
\nTheir faces were gaunt,
\nTheir eyes were red,
\nTheir shirts all soaked with sweat,
\nThey\u2019re workin hard to catch the point,
\nBut they ain\u2019t caught it yet.
\nThey\u2019ve got to work forevermore
\nOn that course up in the sky.
\nDriven by a heartless man,
\nOn listen to them cry.
\nYip-i-ya-a, yip-i-ya-o,
\nGhost Staffers in the sky.
\nAnd as their leader went on by,
\nHe heard him call his name,
\nIf you want to save your soul
\nFrom hell a hikin with this pain
\nThen S-P-L you\u2019d better change your ways
\nOr with us you will hike
\nTrying to catch the devil\u2019s staff
\nAlong this endless pike.
\nYip-i-ya-a, yip-i-ya-o,
\nGhost Staffers in the sky.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>GING GANG GOOLI<\/h1>\n

Ging gang gooli gooli gooli gooli
\nGing gang goo, ging gang goo.
\nGing gang gooli gooli gooli gooli watcha
\nGing gang goo, ging gang goo.<\/p>\n

Hay la, hay la shay la,
\nHay la shay la hay la ho-o.
\nHay la, hay la shay la.
\nHay la shay la hay la ho.<\/p>\n

Shawly wally, shawly wally,
\nShawly wally, shawly wally
\nUmpa, umpa, umpa, umpa!<\/p>\n

(One part of the group repeats the umpa, umpa etc. while the other repeats the verse)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>GOAT SONG<\/h1>\n

There was a man, (repeat)
\nNow please take note. (repeat)
\nThere was a man. (repeat)
\nHe had a goat. (repeat)
\nHe loved that goat. (repeat)
\nOne day that goat (repeat)
\nFelt frisky and fine. (repeat)
\nAte three red shirts (repeat)
\nFrom off the line. (repeat)
\nthe man he grabbed (repeat)
\nIt by the back, (repeat)
\nAnd tied it to (repeat)
\nThe railroad track (repeat)
\nAnd when the train (repeat)
\npulled into sight, (repeat)
\nThat goat grew green (repeat)
\nAnd pale with fright. (repeat)
\nIt heaved a sigh, (repeat)
\nAs if in pain, (repeat)
\nCoughed up those shirts (repeat)
\nAnd flagged the train. (repeat)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>MY GOOSE<\/h1>\n

Why shouldn\u2019t my goose, sing as well as thy goose?
\nWhen I paid for my goose, twice as much as thou?<\/p>\n

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<\/a>GRANNY\u2019S IN THE CELLAR<\/h1>\n

Oh, granny\u2019s in the cellar
\nOh, dearie, can\u2019t you smell her?
\nShe\u2019s cookin\u2019 on that gosh darn dirty stove.
\nIn her eye there is a matter
\nThat keeps drippin\u2019 in the batter.
\nAnd the (sniff) keeps runnin\u2019 down her nose.
\nDown her nose.(sniff)
\nDown her nose. (sniff)
\nAnd the (sniff) keeps runnin\u2019 down her nose.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>LITTLE GREEN FROG<\/h1>\n

Baroomp went the little green frog one day.
\nBaroomp went the little green frog one day.
\nBaroomp went the little green frog one day.
\nAnd his eyes went BLAP! BLAP! BLAP!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>GROUND ROUND<\/h1>\n

(tune: Downtown)<\/p>\n

When you eat meat but hate the meat you\u2019re eating
\nThen you\u2019ve surely got GROUND ROUND.
\nIt\u2019s so unnerving when they\u2019re constantly serving
\nIt in eating spots\u2014GROUND ROUND.
\nIt may be called Salisbury, cube steak, or beef patty,
\nNo matter what it\u2019s called,
\nIt\u2019s always overcooked and fatty.
\nWhat can you do?
\nSound off to your waiter there,
\nLoudly pound on the table,
\nStand up on your chair,
\nAnd shout, GROUND ROUND.
\nAlways they\u2019re conning me, GROUND ROUND.
\nPiled on my plate, I see GROUND ROUND.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>HAM AND EGGS<\/h1>\n

Ham and eggs, ham and eggs,
\nI like mine fried nice and brown,
\nI like mine fried upside down;
\nHam and eggs, ham and eggs,
\nFlip \u2018em, flop \u2018em,
\nFlop \u2018em, flip \u2018em,
\nHam and eggs!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>IF YOU\u2019RE HAPPY<\/h1>\n

If you\u2019re happy and you know it,
\nClap your hands.
\nIf you\u2019re happy and you know it, clap your hands.
\nIf you\u2019re happy and you know it,
\nThen you really ought to show it,
\nIf you\u2019re happy and you know it, clap your hands.<\/p>\n

(Repeat as above with):<\/p>\n

Stomp your feet
\nShout \"Hoo-ray\" (or \"A-men\")
\nDo all three.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>HEAD AND SHOULDERS<\/h1>\n

Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
\nHead and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
\nEyes and ears and mouth and nose,
\nHead and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
\n(touch each part of the body with both hands as you sing)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>OH HERE WE ARE<\/h1>\n

Oh, here we are (repeat)
\nAbout our fire (repeat)
\nAnd here we\u2019ll stay (repeat)
\nUntil we tire (repeat)
\nOh, here we are about our fire,
\nAnd here we\u2019ll stay until we tire.
\nOh, we ain\u2019t gonna leave our friends no more.
\nWe ain\u2019t gonna leave our friends no more,
\nWe ain\u2019t gonna leave our friends no more.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>HEY HO! NOBODY HOME<\/h1>\n

Hey, ho! Nobody home.
\nMeat nor drink nor money have I none;
\nYet will I be mer - ry.
\nHey, ho! Nobody home.
\n(sung as a round)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THERE\u2019S A HOLE IN THE BUCKET<\/h1>\n

There\u2019s a hole in the bucket dear Liza, dear Liza,
\nThere\u2019s a hole in the bucket dear Liza, a hole.
\nWell, fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
\nWell, fix it dear Henry; Fix it.
\nWith what shall I mend it,
\nWith a straw.
\nThe straw is too long,
\nThen cut it.
\nWith what shall I cut it,
\nWith an ax.
\nThe ax is too dull,
\nThen sharpen it,
\nWith what shall I sharpen it,
\nWith a stone.
\nThe stone is too dry,
\nThen wet it.
\nWith what shall I wet it,
\nWith water.
\nWith what shall I fetch it,
\nWith a bucket.
\nThere\u2019s a hole in the bucket.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>HOLE IT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA<\/h1>\n

There\u2019s a hole in the bottom of the sea.
\nThere\u2019s a hole in the bottom of the sea.
\nThere\u2019s a hole.
\nThere\u2019s a hole.
\nThere\u2019s a hole in the bottom of the sea.
\nThere\u2019s a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
\nThere\u2019s a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
\nThere\u2019s a log.
\nThere\u2019s a log.
\nThere\u2019s a hole in the bottom of the sea.<\/p>\n

(other verses)<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a bump on the log ....
\nThere\u2019s a frog on the bump ....
\nThere\u2019s a leg on the frog ....
\nThere\u2019s a foot on the leg ....
\nThere\u2019s a toe on the foot ....
\nThere\u2019s a wart on the toe ....
\nThere\u2019s a hair on the wart ....
\nThere\u2019s a flea on the hair ....
\nThere\u2019s a smile on the flea ...<\/p>\n

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<\/a>OH! HOW I HATE TO GET UP IN THE MORNING<\/h1>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning,
\nOh, how I\u2019d love to remain in bed ---<\/p>\n

For the hardest blow of all,
\nIs to hear the bugler call;
\nYou\u2019ve got to get up, you\u2019ve got to get up,
\nYou\u2019ve go to get up this morning.<\/p>\n

Someday I\u2019m going to murder the bugler,
\nSomeday they\u2019re going to find him dead ---
\nI\u2019ll amputate his reveille,
\nAnd step upon it heavily,
\nAnd spend the rest of my life in bed.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>INSECT COVERED WORLD<\/h1>\n

(tune: It\u2019s a Small World)<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a world of mosquitoes, a world of moths,
\nIt\u2019s a world of centipedes, a world of wasps,
\nThere\u2019s so much that we share
\nThat it\u2019s time we\u2019re aware,
\nIt\u2019s an insect covered world.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

It\u2019s an insect covered world.
\nIt\u2019s an insect covered world.
\nIt\u2019s an insect covered world.
\nIt\u2019s an insect covered world.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a world of beetles, a world of fleas,
\nIt\u2019s a world of caterpillars, a world of bees,
\nIn this world that we know,
\nThere is so much to show,
\nIt\u2019s an insect covered world.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>OH I WISH I WERE<\/h1>\n

Oh, I wish I were a little bar of soap.
\nOh, I wish I were a little bar of soap.
\nI would slippy and I\u2019d slidy,
\nOver everybody\u2019s hiney.
\nOh, I wish I were a little bar of soap.
\nHunk of mud -I\u2019d ooey and I\u2019d gooey
\nUnder everybody\u2019s shoey.
\nCan of pop - I\u2019d go down with a slurp
\nAnd I\u2019d come up with a burp.
\nSlippery root - I\u2019d sit upon the trail
\nAnd knock everyone on his tail.<\/p>\n

(Make up your own verses)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>HE JUMPED FROM 40,000 FEET<\/h1>\n

He jumped from 40,000 feet and didn\u2019t pull the cord.
\nHe jumped from 40,000 feet and didn\u2019t pull the cord.
\nHe jumped from 40,000 feet and didn\u2019t pull the cord.
\nAnd he ain\u2019t gonna jump no more.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Gory! Gory! What a heck of mess he made.
\nGory! Gory! What a heck of mess he made.
\nGory! Gory! What a heck of mess he made.
\nAnd he ain\u2019t gonna jump no more.<\/p>\n

(Other Verses)<\/p>\n

He landed on the pavement like a glob of strawberry jam.
\nThey scraped him off the pavement on a piece of moldy bread.<\/p>\n

They took him home to Mama on that piece of moldy bread.
\nShe hung him on the mantle for all the world to see.<\/p>\n

He slipped off the mantle and he landed in the fire.
\nHe went up the chimney in a puff of dirty smoke.<\/p>\n

He drifted up to Heaven and he landed on a cloud.
\nNow he\u2019s happy up in Heaven and he\u2019s living on a cloud.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>I\u2019M A JUVENILE DELINQUENT<\/h1>\n

I\u2019m a juvenile delinquent,
\nRoam the streets from one to four.
\nHang around with all the guys and gals
\nWaiting for the pickup to come.
\nOh, I\u2019m a juvenile delinquent,
\nAfraid to go home anymore, my mama hates me.
\nAfraid to go home anymore, my daddy beats me.
\nAfraid to go home anymore, and then there\u2019s Granny
\nSwingin\u2019 on the outhouse door, just like she owned it
\nSwingin\u2019 on the outhouse door, without her nighty,
\nSwingin\u2019 on the outhouse door, this is the last time,
\nSwingin\u2019 on the outhouse door, Ha, Ha, I fooled you,
\nSwingin\u2019 on the outhouse door.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THE KEEPER<\/h1>\n

The keeper did a hunting go,
\nAnd under his cloak, he carried a bow.
\nAll to shoot a merry little doe
\nAmong the leaves so green-o.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
(group A)<\/td>\n(group B)<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Jackie Boy?<\/td>\nMaster!<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Sing ye well?<\/td>\nVery well!<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Hey down!<\/td>\nHoe down!<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

(all)<\/p>\n

Derry, derry down among the leaves so green-o<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
(group A)<\/td>\n(group B)<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
To my hey<\/td>\nTo my hoe<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
down down<\/td>\ndown down<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Hey down!<\/td>\nHoe Down!<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

(all)<\/p>\n

Derry, derry down among the leaves so green-o
\nThe first doe he shot at, he missed.
\nThe second doe he trimmed, he kissed.
\nThe third doe went where nobody missed.
\nAmong the leaves so green-o.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

The fourth doe she got caught by a tree,
\nBecause of this she could not flee.
\nSo he slew her quite leisurely,
\nAmong the leaves so green-o.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

The fifth doe she did cross the brook.
\nThe keeper brought her back with his crook.
\nWhere she is now, you must look,
\nAmong the leaves so green-o.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>KING OF THE CAMP<\/h1>\n

(tune: King of the Road)<\/p>\n

Flies, bugs, and bumblebees,
\nChigger bites on my knees;<\/p>\n

Band-aides from head to toes,
\nGotta sunburn on my nose;<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve got sand in the food I eat,
\nI\u2019ve got blisters on both my feet;<\/p>\n

I\u2019m in pain but I can\u2019t complain,
\nI\u2019M KING OF THE CAMP!<\/p>\n

The parents bring their kids to stay
\nHere until Labor Day!<\/p>\n

When they become a drag,
\nI give them a plastic bag;<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve got cuts, bruises, and some bumps,
\nChicken pox, and the mumps;<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve got ulcers just because,
\nI\u2019M KING OF THE CAMP!<\/p>\n

I know all the moms and dads
\nAnd all their brats;<\/p>\n

All of their doggies
\nand all of their cats;<\/p>\n

If the same kids are as great
\nAs the parents all say,
\nThen how come every summer
\nThey send them away?<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, back at the pool,
\nWater is nice and cool;<\/p>\n

Kids splashing all around
\nWhile I teach \u2018em how to drown.<\/p>\n

I lose more brats that way,
\nI lose some in the woods each day;<\/p>\n

I\u2019m a bitter babysitter,
\nI\u2019M KING OF THE CAMP!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>CAMP KOOKAMONGA<\/h1>\n

In 19 and 89 We took a little hike
\nWith our Scoutmaster
\nDown to Lake A-Nik-A-Nike.
\nWe took a little Pizza
\nAnd some sour kraut
\nAnd we marched along together
\n\u2018Til we heard the Girl Scouts.
\nWe\u2019re the boys from Camp Kookamonga
\nOur mothers\u2019 sent us here
\nFor to study nature\u2019s ways.
\nWe learned to make sparks
\nBy rubbin\u2019 sticks together
\nBut, if we catch the Girl Scouts,
\nWe\u2019ll set the woods a blaze.
\nWell, we crept up to the water
\nAnd we see\u2019d The girls a swimmin\u2019
\nThere must of been a hundred
\nOf them pretty young wimmin.
\nThey looked so fine
\nEven birds forgot to sing.
\nWe laid down in the poison oak
\nAnd didn\u2019t say a thing.
\nWe\u2019re the boys from Camp Kookamonga
\nOur mothers\u2019 sent us here
\nFor to study nature\u2019s ways.
\nWe learned to make sparks
\nBy rubbin\u2019 sticks together
\nBut, if we catch the Girl Scouts,
\nWe\u2019ll set the woods a blaze.
\nWell, our counselor said
\nWe could take \u2018em by surprise.
\nIf we didn\u2019t say a word
\n\u2018Til we looked them in the eyes.
\nWe kept real still
\nAnd we had our eyes a glued;
\nWe saw how they were dressed,
\nThey were swimmin\u2019 in the\u2014<\/p>\n

WELL NOW.<\/p>\n

Well, they ran through the briars
\nAnd they ran through the brambles,
\nAnd they ran through the bushes
\nWhere a rabbit couldn\u2019t go.
\nThey ran so fast
\nEven we couldn\u2019t catch \u2018em
\nFrom Lake A-Nik-A-Nike
\nAll the way to Buffalo.
\nWe ran right after them
\n\u2018Till everyone was pooped.
\nSo we rested for a minute
\nAnd our forces we regrouped.
\nAnd then we saw the girls
\nBehind some evergreens,
\nCaptured by a company
\nOf United States Marines.
\nWe\u2019re the boys from Camp Kookamonga
\nOur mothers\u2019 sent us here
\nFor to study nature\u2019s ways.
\nWe learned to make sparks
\nBy rubbin\u2019 sticks together
\nBut, if we catch the Girl Scouts,
\nWe\u2019ll set the woods a blaze.
\nWell, they ran through The briars
\nAnd they ran through The brambles,
\nAnd they ran through the bushes
\nWhere a rabbit couldn\u2019t go.
\nThey ran so fast
\nEven we couldn\u2019t catch \u2018em
\nFrom Lake A-Nik-A-Nike
\nAll the way to Buffalo.<\/p>\n

SPOKEN (by all)A rooty-toot-toot,<\/p>\n

A rooty-toot-toot,
\nWe are the boys from
\nthe Boy Scout Troop.
\nWe don\u2019t smoke
\nAnd we don\u2019t chew,
\nAnd we don\u2019t go
\nWith the girls that do.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>LONDON\u2019S BURNING<\/h1>\n

London\u2019s burning, London\u2019s burning.
\nLook it yonder, look it yonder.
\nFire fire, fire fire,
\nAnd we have no water.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>CAMPERS\u2019 LULLABY<\/h1>\n

Lullaby and goodnight,
\nGo to sleep little campers,
\nDo not fear, do not dread
\nTho\u2019 there\u2019s bed bugs in your bed.
\nWhen you go to the john,
\nLook for skunks all around
\nBut please, do not scream
\nFor it\u2019s time now to dream.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>MENU SONG<\/h1>\n

Today is Monday! Today is Monday!
\nMonday is Hasenpfeffer!
\nIs everybody happy? Well, I should say.<\/p>\n

Today is Tuesday! Today is Tuesday!
\nTuesday is String Beans!
\nMonday is Hasenpfeffer!
\nIs everybody happy? Well, I should say.<\/p>\n

Today is Wednesday! Today is Wednesday!
\nWednesday is Sou -oop!
\nTuesday is String Beans!
\nMonday is Hasenpfeffer!
\nIs everybody happy? Well, I should say.<\/p>\n

Today is Thursday! Today is Thursday!
\nThursday is Roast Beef!
\nWednesday is Sou -oop!
\nTuesday is String Beans!
\nMonday is Hasenpfeffer!
\nIs everybody happy? Well, I should say.<\/p>\n

Today is Friday! Today is Friday!
\nFriday is Fish!
\nThursday is Roast Beef!
\nWednesday is Sou -oop!
\nTuesday is String Beans!
\nMonday is Hasenpfeffer!
\nIs everybody happy? Well, I should say.<\/p>\n

Today is Saturday! Today is Saturday!
\nSaturday is Payday!
\nFriday is Fish!
\nThursday is Roast Beef!
\nWednesday is Sou -oop!
\nTuesday is String Beans!
\nMonday is Hasenpfeffer!
\nIs everybody happy? Well, I should say.<\/p>\n

Today is Sunday! Today is Sunday!
\nSunday is Church.
\nSaturday is Payday!
\nFriday is Fish!
\nThursday is Roast Beef!
\nWednesday is Sou -oop!
\nTuesday is String Beans!
\nMonday is Hasenpfeffer!
\nIs everybody happy? Well, I should say.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>MORE WE GET TOGETHER<\/h1>\n

The more we get together, together, together,<\/p>\n

The more we get together the happier we\u2019ll be<\/p>\n

For your friends are my friends,<\/p>\n

And my friends are your friends,<\/p>\n

The more we get together the happier we\u2019ll be<\/p>\n

The more we get together, together, together,<\/p>\n

The more we get together the happier we\u2019ll be<\/p>\n

For you know that I know,<\/p>\n

And I know that you know,<\/p>\n

The more we get together the happier we\u2019ll be<\/p>\n

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<\/a>MULES<\/h1>\n

(tune: Auld Lang Syne)<\/p>\n

On mules we find two legs behind<\/p>\n

And two we find before;<\/p>\n

We stand behind before we find<\/p>\n

What the two behind be for.<\/p>\n

When we\u2019re behind the two behind<\/p>\n

We find what these be for;<\/p>\n

So stand before the two behind,<\/p>\n

And behind the two before.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>MY OLD MAN\u2019S A SAILOR<\/h1>\n

My old man\u2019s a sailor,<\/p>\n

What do you think about that?<\/p>\n

He wears a sailor\u2019s collar.<\/p>\n

He wears a sailor\u2019s hat.<\/p>\n

He wears a sailor\u2019s raincoat,<\/p>\n

And wears a sailor\u2019s shoes,<\/p>\n

And every Saturday evening,<\/p>\n

He reads the Sunday News.<\/p>\n

And someday, ay, ay, if I can,<\/p>\n

I want to be a sailor,<\/p>\n

The same as my old man.<\/p>\n

Anthropologist ...<\/p>\n

Refrigerator Repairman ...<\/p>\n

Cotton Pickin\u2019 Fingerlickin\u2019 Chicken Plucker<\/p>\n

(or anything else you want to be)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>MEN FROM NAIROBI<\/h1>\n

Oh, we\u2019re from Nairobi,<\/p>\n

Our team is a good one,<\/p>\n

We play the Watusi,<\/p>\n

They\u2019re seven feet tall.<\/p>\n

The cannibals may eat us.<\/p>\n

But they\u2019ll never beat us,<\/p>\n

\u2018Cause we\u2019re from Nairobi,<\/p>\n

And we\u2019re on the ball.<\/p>\n

Singing, singing, singing,<\/p>\n

Ungawa, ungawa, ungawa, ungawa,<\/p>\n

Ungawa, ungawa, ungawa-wa-wa<\/p>\n

Ungawa, ungawa, ungawa, ungawa,<\/p>\n

Ungawa, ungawa, ungawa-wa-wa.<\/p>\n

We took fourteen players from Killamanjaro<\/p>\n

And went to Unganda to play volleyball.<\/p>\n

When we said let\u2019s spike them,<\/p>\n

They thought we said spice them.<\/p>\n

When we said well done,<\/p>\n

They said let\u2019s cook them all.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>NOTHING MORE TO SAY<\/h1>\n

(tune: Farmer In the Dell)<\/p>\n

There\u2019s nothing more to say,<\/p>\n

There\u2019s nothing more to say,<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t ask me why, I must reply,<\/p>\n

There\u2019s nothing more to say.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>I\u2019M A NUT<\/h1>\n

I\u2019m a little acorn brown<\/p>\n

Lying on the cold, cold ground.<\/p>\n

Everybody steps on me<\/p>\n

That is why I\u2019m cracked you see.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

I\u2019m a nut, so what<\/p>\n

I\u2019m a nut, I\u2019m a nut, I\u2019m a nut.<\/p>\n

I called myself on the telephone<\/p>\n

Just to see if I was home.<\/p>\n

Asked myself out for a date,<\/p>\n

Picked me up at half past eight.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Took myself to a picture show<\/p>\n

Sat myself on the very first row,<\/p>\n

Put my arms around waist,<\/p>\n

Got so fresh I slapped my face.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>O CHESTER<\/h1>\n

Tune: Yankee Doodle<\/p>\n

O Chester, did you \u2018ear about Harry?<\/p>\n

(Strike chest, touch ears, pat head)<\/p>\n

He \"chest\" got back from the Army.<\/p>\n

(Strike chest, back then fold arms.)<\/p>\n

I \u2018ear he knows how to wear a rose,<\/p>\n

(Touch ear, nose, lapel)<\/p>\n

Hip! Hip! Hooray - for the Army!<\/p>\n

(Raise fists for cheers; fold arms.)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>PINK PAJAMAS<\/h1>\n

I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it\u2019s hot.<\/p>\n

I wear my flannel nightie in the winter when it\u2019s not.<\/p>\n

And sometimes in the springtime and sometimes in the fall.<\/p>\n

I jump right in between the sheets with nothing on at all.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Glory, glory, Hallelujah;<\/p>\n

Glory, glory, what\u2019s it to you.<\/p>\n

Balmy breezes blowing through you,<\/p>\n

With nothing on at all.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>PAW-PAW PATCH<\/h1>\n

(Where, oh where is Suzie)<\/p>\n

Where, oh where, oh where is Suzie?<\/p>\n

Where, oh where, oh where is Suzie?<\/p>\n

Where, oh where, oh where is Suzie?<\/p>\n

Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Pickin\u2019 up paw-paws, put \u2018em in a basket.<\/p>\n

Pickin\u2019 up paw-paws, put \u2018em in a basket.<\/p>\n

Pickin\u2019 up paw-paws, put \u2018em in a basket.<\/p>\n

Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch<\/p>\n

(other verses)<\/p>\n

Come on boys, let\u2019s go and find her.<\/p>\n

She\u2019 the queen of old Hawaii.<\/p>\n

She can teach you how to hula.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>PEANUT, PEANUT BUTTER JELLY<\/h1>\n

Peanut, peanut butter\u2014jelly,<\/p>\n

Peanut, peanut butter\u2014jelly,<\/p>\n

First you take the peanuts<\/p>\n

And you pick them, you pick them,<\/p>\n

You pick them, pick them, pick them,<\/p>\n

Then you smash them, you smash them,<\/p>\n

You smash them, smash them, smash them,<\/p>\n

Then you spread them, you spread them,<\/p>\n

And you get peanut, peanut butter\u2014jelly<\/p>\n

Peanut, peanut butter\u2014jelly.<\/p>\n

Then you take the berries, etc.<\/p>\n

Then you take the sandwich,<\/p>\n

And you bite it, etc.<\/p>\n

And you chew it, etc.<\/p>\n

Then you swallow, etc.<\/p>\n

And you get mmmmmmm\u2014jelly.<\/p>\n

Peanut, peanut butter\u2014jelly.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>ON TOP OF A PIZZA<\/h1>\n

On top of a pizza, all covered with cheese,<\/p>\n

I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed.<\/p>\n

It rolled off the table and on to the floor.<\/p>\n

And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door.<\/p>\n

It rolled into the street And there it was smashed.<\/p>\n

And now my poor meatball is a pile of hash.<\/p>\n

So, when you eat pizza all covered with cheese,<\/p>\n

Hold on to your meatball, whenever you sneeze.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>I POINTS TO MINESELF<\/h1>\n

I points to mineself, Vas is das here?<\/p>\n

Das is mine topnotcher, Ya, ma-ma dear.<\/p>\n

Topnotcher, topnotcher, Ya, ma-ma dear.<\/p>\n

Dat\u2019s vat I learned in der school, ya ya.<\/p>\n

Sweatbrowser<\/p>\n

Eyewinker<\/p>\n

Hornblower<\/p>\n

Soup-strainer<\/p>\n

Lunch-eater<\/p>\n

Chin-chowser<\/p>\n

Rubber-necker<\/p>\n

Chest-protector<\/p>\n

Breadbasket<\/p>\n

Foot-stomper<\/p>\n

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<\/a>YOU\u2019VE BEEN PRIMPING<\/h1>\n

You\u2019ve been primping,<\/p>\n

You\u2019ve been primping,<\/p>\n

Now you\u2019re late, now you\u2019re late.<\/p>\n

Better hurry next time,<\/p>\n

Better hurry next time,<\/p>\n

We won\u2019t wait, we won\u2019t wait.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>QUEER BIRD<\/h1>\n

My froggy him am a queer bird<\/p>\n

Him ain\u2019t got no tail almost hardly<\/p>\n

Him run and him yump<\/p>\n

When him yump him fall down<\/p>\n

And he ain\u2019t got no tail almost hardly.<\/p>\n

I know how ugly I are,<\/p>\n

I know that my face ain\u2019t no star,<\/p>\n

But I does not mind it<\/p>\n

Cuz I is behind it<\/p>\n

And the ones in the front get the jar.<\/p>\n

Har! Har!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>RAVIOLI<\/h1>\n

(tune: Alouette)<\/p>\n

All: Ravioli, I like ravioli,<\/p>\n

Ravioli, it\u2019s the best for me<\/p>\n

Ldr: Have I got it on my chin?<\/p>\n

All: Yes, you\u2019ve got it on your chin.<\/p>\n

Ldr: On my chin?<\/p>\n

All: On your chin, Oh-h-h-h-<\/p>\n

Ravioli, I like ravioli<\/p>\n

Ravioli, it\u2019s the best for me<\/p>\n

(Continue tie, shirt, pants, shoes, floor, walls. Point to the items as each new word is added by the song leader. It is repeated by the chorus and all preceding verses are sung in reverse order.)<\/p>\n

All: Ravioli, I like ravioli,<\/h1>\n

Ravioli, it\u2019s the best for me<\/p>\n

Ldr: Is it all over?<\/p>\n

All: Yes, it is all over.<\/p>\n

Ldr: Yes, it is all over.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>ROADKILL STEW<\/h1>\n

(tune: Three Blind Mice)<\/p>\n

Roadkill stew,<\/p>\n

Roadkill stew,<\/p>\n

Tastes so good,<\/p>\n

Just like it should.<\/p>\n

First you go down the interstate.<\/p>\n

You wait for the critter to meet its fate.<\/p>\n

You take it home and you make it great.<\/p>\n

Roadkill stew,<\/p>\n

Roadkill stew.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>ROOSTER SONG<\/h1>\n

We had some chickens no eggs would they lay.<\/p>\n

We had some chickens no eggs would they lay.<\/p>\n

My wife said; Honey, we\u2019re losin\u2019 money,<\/p>\n

And that ain\u2019t funny.<\/p>\n

No eggs will they lay.<\/p>\n

One day a rooster came in our yard<\/p>\n

And caught those chickens<\/p>\n

Right off their guard.<\/p>\n

They\u2019re layin eggs now just like they used to<\/p>\n

Ever since that rooster came in our yard.<\/p>\n

We had a milk cow, no milk would she give.<\/p>\n

We had a milk cow, no milk would she give.<\/p>\n

My wife said; Honey, we\u2019re losin\u2019 money,<\/p>\n

And that ain\u2019t funny.<\/p>\n

No milk will she give.<\/p>\n

One day a rooster came in our yard<\/p>\n

And caught that milk cow (WOW)<\/p>\n

Right off her guard.<\/p>\n

She\u2019s giving eggnog in quart containers<\/p>\n

Ever since that rooster came in our yard.<\/p>\n

We had a gumball machine, no gum would it give.<\/p>\n

We had a gumball machine, no gum would it give.<\/p>\n

My wife said; Honey, we\u2019re losin\u2019 money,<\/p>\n

And that ain\u2019t funny.<\/p>\n

No gum would it give.<\/p>\n

One day a rooster came in our yard<\/p>\n

And caught that gumball machine<\/p>\n

Right off its guard.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s giving chicklets<\/p>\n

Now just like it used to<\/p>\n

Ever since that rooster came in our yard.<\/p>\n

We had some fish, no young would they raise.<\/p>\n

We had some fish, no young would they raise.<\/p>\n

My wife said; Honey, we\u2019re losin\u2019 money,<\/p>\n

And that ain\u2019t funny.<\/p>\n

No young will they raise.<\/p>\n

One day a rooster came in our yard<\/p>\n

And caught those fish<\/p>\n

Right off their guard.<\/p>\n

This ends our story, it\u2019s plain to see,<\/p>\n

We raise the finest Chicken of the Sea.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>DEAD DOG ROVER<\/h1>\n

I\u2019m looking over my dead dog Rover,<\/p>\n

That I ran over with a pow\u2019r mow\u2019r,<\/p>\n

One leg is missing,<\/p>\n

The other is gone,<\/p>\n

The third leg is scattered<\/p>\n

All over the lawn.<\/p>\n

No need explaining the one remaining<\/p>\n

It\u2019s out by the outhouse door.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m looking over my dead dog Rover,<\/p>\n

That I ran over with a pow\u2019r mow\u2019r.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER SCHMIDT<\/h1>\n

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt,<\/p>\n

His name is my name too.<\/p>\n

Whenever we go out,<\/p>\n

The people always shout,<\/p>\n

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt!<\/p>\n

Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>LITTLE SKUNK<\/h1>\n

Well, I stuck my head<\/p>\n

In a little skunk\u2019s hole,<\/p>\n

And the little skunk said,<\/p>\n

Well, bless my soul,<\/p>\n

Take it out, take it out,<\/p>\n

Take it out, take it out,<\/p>\n

Remove it.<\/p>\n

If you don\u2019t take it out,<\/p>\n

Then I\u2019ll have to do<\/p>\n

What I sure, sure, sure<\/p>\n

Didn\u2019t want to do<\/p>\n

Take it out, take it out,<\/p>\n

Take it out, take it out,<\/p>\n

Remove it.<\/p>\n

Well, I didn\u2019t take it out,<\/p>\n

And the little skunk said,<\/p>\n

If you don\u2019t take it out,<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll wished you had,<\/p>\n

Take it out, take it out,<\/p>\n

Take it out, take it out,<\/p>\n

Remove it.<\/p>\n

Pssstt.............<\/p>\n

I removed it........too late.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>ARE YOU SLEEPING?<\/h1>\n

Are you sleeping,<\/p>\n

Are you sleeping?<\/p>\n

Brother John, brother John.<\/p>\n

Morning bells are ringing;<\/p>\n

Morning bells are ringing,<\/p>\n

Ding ding dong, ding ding dong!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>SLEEPY CAMPER<\/h1>\n

What do you do with a sleepy camper?<\/p>\n

What do you do with a sleepy camper?<\/p>\n

What do you do with a sleepy camper?<\/p>\n

Early in the morning?<\/p>\n

Way hey late, ye risers.<\/p>\n

Way hey late, ye risers.<\/p>\n

Way hey late, ye risers<\/p>\n

Early in the morning.<\/p>\n

Pull him out of bed with a running bowline.<\/p>\n

Throw him in the lake with his pants on backwards.<\/p>\n

Hit him in the face with a sopping towel.<\/p>\n

Put him to bed an hour sooner,<\/p>\n

Put him to bed an hour sooner,<\/p>\n

Put him to bed an hour sooner,<\/p>\n

Early in the evening.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>ON TOP OF SPAGHETTI<\/h1>\n

On top of spaghetti all covered with cheese,<\/p>\n

I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed.<\/p>\n

It rolled off the table and onto the floor.<\/p>\n

And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door.<\/p>\n

It rolled in the garden, and under a bush.<\/p>\n

And now my poor meatball is nothing but mush.<\/p>\n

A mush that was tasty as tasty could be,<\/p>\n

And early next summer it grew into a tree.<\/p>\n

So, if you eat spaghetti all covered with cheese,<\/p>\n

Hold on to your meatball, and don\u2019t ever sneeze.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>YOU\u2019LL WAKE THE STUPID BIRDS!!<\/h1>\n

The bright sun comes up,<\/p>\n

The dew falls away,<\/p>\n

Good morning! Good morning!<\/p>\n

The little birds say.<\/p>\n

WARNING: The Senior Patrol Leader loves to sing this song to the after-reveille sackhounds!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>TARZEN OF THE APES<\/h1>\n

I like bananas, coconuts, & grapes.<\/p>\n

I like bananas, coconuts, & grapes.<\/p>\n

I like bananas, coconuts, & grapes.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s why they call me:<\/p>\n

TARZEN OF THE APES!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THIS OLD MAN<\/h1>\n

This old man, he played (one;)<\/p>\n

He played nick-nack (on my drum),<\/p>\n

With a nic-nack, paddy-wack,<\/p>\n

Give the dog a bone;<\/p>\n

This old man came rolling home.<\/p>\n

(substitute for the words in parenthesis)<\/p>\n

... two ... on my shoe<\/p>\n

... three ... on my knee<\/p>\n

... four ... on my door<\/p>\n

... five ... on my hide<\/p>\n

... six ... on my sticks<\/p>\n

... seven ... up in heaven<\/p>\n

... eight ... on my gate<\/p>\n

... nine ... on my spine<\/p>\n

... ten ... over again<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW<\/h1>\n

Old Mother Hubbard, went to the cupboard,<\/p>\n

To get her poor dog a bone.<\/p>\n

When she got there, the cupboard was bare,<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

So she threw it out the window, the window, the window,<\/p>\n

She threw it out the window.<\/p>\n

When she got there the cupboard was bare,<\/p>\n

So she threw it out the window.<\/p>\n

Mary had a little lamb, it\u2019s fleece was white as snow,<\/p>\n

And everywhere that Mary went,<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

She threw it out the window, the window, the window,<\/p>\n

She threw it out the window.<\/p>\n

And everywhere that Mary went,<\/p>\n

She threw it out the window.<\/p>\n

(any nursery rhyme may be used, simply drop its last line and substitute the chorus)<\/p>\n

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<\/a>TIP TOE THRU THE TULIPS<\/h1>\n

Tip-toe thru the tulips, thru the tulips<\/p>\n

That is where I\u2019ll be.<\/p>\n

Come tip-toe thru the tulips with me.<\/p>\n

Walking thru the tulips, thru the tulips<\/p>\n

That is where I\u2019ll be.<\/p>\n

Come walk thru the tulips with me.<\/p>\n

Strolling thru the tulips, thru the tulips<\/p>\n

That is where I\u2019ll be.<\/p>\n

Come stroll thru the tulips with me.<\/p>\n

Running thru the tulips, thru the tulips<\/p>\n

That is where I\u2019ll be.<\/p>\n

Come run thru the tulips with me.<\/p>\n

Stomping thru the tulips, thru the tulips<\/p>\n

That is where I\u2019ll be.<\/p>\n

Come stomp thru the tulips with me.<\/p>\n

No more little tulips, for me.<\/p>\n

We\u2019ll plant nasturtiums, nasturtiums,<\/p>\n

Nasturtiums for you and me.<\/p>\n

Come Monster Mash thru the nasties with me.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>WE\u2019RE ALL TOGETHER AGAIN<\/h1>\n

We\u2019re all together again, we\u2019re here.<\/p>\n

We\u2019re all together again,<\/p>\n

We\u2019re here, we\u2019re here.<\/p>\n

And who knows when,<\/p>\n

We\u2019ll be all together again?<\/p>\n

Singing.......<\/p>\n

We\u2019re all together again, we\u2019re here.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>TOOTY TA<\/h1>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

We\u2019re singing in the rain,<\/p>\n

Just singing in the rain.<\/p>\n

Oh what a feeling I\u2019m happy again.<\/p>\n

Thumbs up! Tooty ta, tooty ta, tooty ta ta.<\/p>\n

(directions, add one of the following each time after singing the chorus)<\/p>\n

Thumbs up<\/p>\n

Elbows in<\/p>\n

Toes out<\/p>\n

Knees together<\/p>\n

Chest out,<\/p>\n

Buns back<\/p>\n

Chin down<\/p>\n

Tongue out<\/p>\n

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<\/a>A TRIO OF RODENTS WITH IMPERFECT VISION<\/h1>\n

(tune: Three Blind Mice)<\/p>\n

A trio of rodents with imperfect vision.<\/p>\n

A trio of rodents with imperfect vision.<\/p>\n

Observe their manner of fleeing.<\/p>\n

Observe their manner of fleeing.<\/p>\n

They all pursued the agriculturist\u2019s spouse,<\/p>\n

She amputated their appendages with a well honed instrument.<\/p>\n

have you ever observed such a spectacle in your existence.<\/p>\n

As a trio of rodents with imperfect vision.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>UNDERWEAR<\/h1>\n

(tune: Over There)<\/p>\n

Underwear, underwear,<\/p>\n

How I itch in my woolly underwear.<\/p>\n

How I wished I\u2019d gotten a pair of cotton<\/p>\n

So I wouldn\u2019t itch everywhere.<\/p>\n

BVDs make me sneeze,<\/p>\n

When the breeze from the trees<\/p>\n

Hits my knees,<\/p>\n

Coming over, I\u2019m coming over,<\/p>\n

In my gosh durned,<\/p>\n

Itchy, woolen underwear.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>VISTAY<\/h1>\n

Cummala, cummala, cummala vistay<\/p>\n

Oh no, no, no, not ta vistay<\/p>\n

Vistay<\/p>\n

Vistay<\/p>\n

Eenie, meenie, decimeenie<\/p>\n

Ooo ah, ah, Amarameenie<\/p>\n

Acha, kacha, komerachie, ooh, ahh, ahh, ooh<\/p>\n

Eish Skilly oh \u2018n dote \u2018n dit dat<\/p>\n

\u2018N what not and shhhh<\/p>\n

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<\/a>WADDELEY-ACHEE<\/h1>\n

Waddeley-achee, Waddeley-achee<\/p>\n

Doodley-do, Doodley-do.<\/p>\n

Waddleley-achee, waddeley-achee<\/p>\n

Doodley-do, Dooley-do.<\/p>\n

Simplest thing, there isn\u2019t much to it,<\/p>\n

All you\u2019ve got to do is doodley do it.<\/p>\n

I like the rest, but the part I like best,<\/p>\n

Is the doodley, doodley-do.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>HAPPY WANDERER<\/h1>\n

I love to go a-wandering,<\/p>\n

Along the mountain track,<\/p>\n

And as I go I love to sing<\/p>\n

My knapsack on my back.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Valderi, Valdera, Valderi<\/p>\n

Valdera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, Valderi,<\/p>\n

Valdera, my knapsack on my back.<\/p>\n

I love to wander by the stream,<\/p>\n

That dances in the sun,<\/p>\n

So joyously it calls to me<\/p>\n

Come! Join my happy song!<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

I wave my hat to all I meet<\/p>\n

And they wave back to me,<\/p>\n

And blackbirds call so loud & sweet<\/p>\n

From every greenwood tree.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

High overhead the skylarks wing,<\/p>\n

They never rest at home,<\/p>\n

But just like me they love to sing,<\/p>\n

As o\u2019er the world we roam.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Oh, may I go a-wandering,<\/p>\n

Until the day I die!<\/p>\n

Oh, may I always laugh and sing,<\/p>\n

Beneath God\u2019s clear blue sky!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>MOM, WASH MY UNDERWEAR<\/h1>\n

(tune: God Bless America)<\/p>\n

Mom, wash my underwear, my only pair.<\/p>\n

We can find them and move them,<\/p>\n

From the heap by the side of the chair.<\/p>\n

To the washer, to the clothesline,<\/p>\n

To my backpack, to my rear.<\/p>\n

Mom, wash my underwear, my only pair.<\/p>\n

Mom, wash my underwear, my only pair.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>A WEALTHY MAN<\/h1>\n

When I came into this land,<\/p>\n

I was not a wealthy man.<\/p>\n

So I bought myself a farm<\/p>\n

And did the best I could.<\/p>\n

And I called that farm<\/p>\n

Muscle in the arm.<\/p>\n

When I came into this land,<\/p>\n

I was not a wealthy man.<\/p>\n

So I bought myself a shack<\/p>\n

And did the best I could.<\/p>\n

And I called that shack<\/p>\n

Pain in the back.<\/p>\n

And I called that farm<\/p>\n

Muscle in the arm.<\/p>\n

Horse - Dead, of course<\/p>\n

Cow - No milk now<\/p>\n

Pig - Not so big<\/p>\n

Wife - Run for your life<\/p>\n

Son - Son of a gun<\/p>\n

(Sing slowly)<\/p>\n

When I came into this land<\/p>\n

I was not a wealthy man.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>BE KIND TO YOUR WEB FOOTED FRIENDS<\/h1>\n

(tune: Stars and Stripes Forever)<\/p>\n

Be kind to your web footed friends<\/p>\n

For a duck may be somebody\u2019s mother<\/p>\n

Left all alone in the swamp,<\/p>\n

In the weather that\u2019s cold and damp<\/p>\n

Now you may think that this is the end,<\/p>\n

Well --- It is.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>WE\u2019RE HERE BECAUSE<\/h1>\n

We\u2019re here because we\u2019re here<\/p>\n

because we\u2019re here because we\u2019re here.<\/p>\n

We\u2019re here because we\u2019re here<\/p>\n

because we\u2019re here because we\u2019re here.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>WHERE O WHERE ARE YOU TONIGHT?<\/h1>\n

By Gary Jones<\/p>\n

When I started Scouting,<\/p>\n

All they ever told me,<\/p>\n

Was go with the boys,<\/p>\n

And have lots of fun.<\/p>\n

Now, All that I do is go to Scout Meetings,<\/p>\n

It always seems like<\/p>\n

I\u2019m on the run.<\/p>\n

Where O Where are you tonight?<\/p>\n

Why did you leave me here alone?<\/p>\n

I fixed the kids dinner<\/p>\n

And they are in bed now,<\/p>\n

Since you found Scouting,<\/p>\n

You never come home.<\/p>\n

One day I was told to try Basic Training,<\/p>\n

I went \u2018cuz it sounded fun.<\/p>\n

Now I\u2019m in charge of all of the training,<\/p>\n

Oh, heaven help me,<\/p>\n

What have I done?!!?!!<\/p>\n

Where O Where are you tonight?<\/p>\n

Why did you leave me here alone?<\/p>\n

So sorry you missed your kid\u2019s graduation,<\/p>\n

Maybe his wedding will bring you back home.<\/p>\n

Wood Badge was something<\/p>\n

I never heard of,<\/p>\n

Worked for those beads,<\/p>\n

\u2018Till I was blue in the face,<\/p>\n

One day I came home<\/p>\n

And she was spring cleaning,<\/p>\n

She threw away those<\/p>\n

Old beads and shoe lace.<\/p>\n

Where O Where were you last night?<\/p>\n

Your oldest daughter had her first son.<\/p>\n

Should I tell her now of all that she\u2019s in for?<\/p>\n

Her life in Scoutin has only begun!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>WORMS<\/h1>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Long, slim, slimy ones,<\/p>\n

Short, fat, juicy ones,<\/p>\n

Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy wuzzy worms.<\/p>\n

Nobody likes me,<\/p>\n

Everybody hates me,<\/p>\n

I\u2019m goona eat some worms.<\/p>\n

First you get a bucket,<\/p>\n

Then you get a shovel.<\/p>\n

Oh, how the wiggle and squirm.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

First you pull the heads off,<\/p>\n

Then you suck the guts out.<\/p>\n

Oh, how they wiggle and squirm.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Down goes the first one,<\/p>\n

Down goes the second one.<\/p>\n

Oh, how they wiggle and squirm.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Up comes the first one,<\/p>\n

Up comes the second one.<\/p>\n

Oh, how they wiggle and squirm.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>WORST IS YET TO COME<\/h1>\n

(tune: Farmer In the Dell)<\/p>\n

The worst is yet to come,<\/p>\n

The worst is yet to come,<\/p>\n

Wait for the speeches, folks.<\/p>\n

The worst is yet to come.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>GRAND OLD DUKE OF YORK<\/h1>\n

The grand old Duke of York,<\/p>\n

He had ten thousand men.<\/p>\n

He marched them up the hill,<\/p>\n

And marched them down again.<\/p>\n

And when you\u2019re up, you\u2019re up,<\/p>\n

And when you\u2019re down, you\u2019re down.<\/p>\n

And when you\u2019re only half way up,<\/p>\n

You\u2019re neither up nor down.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>ZULU WARRIOR<\/h1>\n

I kumma zimba zimba ziya<\/p>\n

I kumma zimba zimba zee.<\/p>\n

I kumma zimba zimba ziya<\/p>\n

I kumma zimba zimba zee.<\/p>\n

See him there, the Zulu Warrior!<\/p>\n

See him there, the Zulu Chief.<\/p>\n

Chief, Chief, Chief.<\/p>\n

One part of the group continues to chant \"Chief, Chief, Chief...\" while the other repeats the verse.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>I LOVE YOU ARIZONA<\/h1>\n

I love you Arizona,<\/p>\n

Your mountains and deserts and streams.<\/p>\n

The rising Don Cebezas,<\/p>\n

And Outlaws I see in my dreams.<\/p>\n

I love you Arizona,<\/p>\n

Superstitions and all,<\/p>\n

The warmth you give at sunrise,<\/p>\n

Your sunsets put music in us all.<\/p>\n

Oooo Arizona, you\u2019re magic in me.<\/p>\n

Oooo Arizona, you\u2019re the lifeblood of me.<\/p>\n

I love you Arizona,<\/p>\n

Desert dust on the wing.<\/p>\n

the sage and cactus blooming,<\/p>\n

And the smell of rain on your skin<\/p>\n

Oooo Arizona, you\u2019re magic in me.<\/p>\n

Oooo Arizona, you\u2019re the lifeblood of me.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN<\/h1>\n

I\u2019m back in the saddle again,<\/p>\n

Out where a friend is a friend,<\/p>\n

Where the longhorn cattle feed,<\/p>\n

On the lowly jimson weed;<\/p>\n

I\u2019m back in the saddle again.<\/p>\n

Ridin\u2019 the range once more,<\/p>\n

Totin\u2019 my old forty four,<\/p>\n

Where you sleep out ev\u2019ry night,<\/p>\n

Where the only law is right;<\/p>\n

I\u2019m back in the saddle again.<\/p>\n

Whoopi-ti-yi-yo!<\/p>\n

Rockin\u2019 to and fro in the saddle again.<\/p>\n

Whoopi-ti-yi-ya!<\/p>\n

I go my own way, back in the saddle again.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>BICYCLE BUILT FOR TWO<\/h1>\n

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do<\/p>\n

I\u2019m half crazy all for the love of you.<\/p>\n

It won\u2019t be a sylish marriage<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t afford a carriage<\/p>\n

But you\u2019ll look neat upon the seat<\/p>\n

Of a bicycle built for two.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>BIG IRON<\/h1>\n

To the town of Agua Fria<\/p>\n

Rode a stranger one fine day.<\/p>\n

Didn\u2019t speak to folks around him,<\/p>\n

Didn\u2019t have too much to say.<\/p>\n

No one dared to ask his business,<\/p>\n

No one dared to make a slip.<\/p>\n

For the stranger there among them<\/p>\n

Wore a big iron on his hip,<\/p>\n

Big Iron on his hip.<\/p>\n

It was early in the morning<\/p>\n

When he rode into town.<\/p>\n

He came riding from the south side<\/p>\n

Slowly looking around.<\/p>\n

He\u2019s an outlaw loose and running<\/p>\n

Came the whisper on each lip,<\/p>\n

And he\u2019s here to do some business<\/p>\n

With the big iron on his hip,<\/p>\n

Big Iron on his hip.<\/p>\n

In this town the lived an outlaw<\/p>\n

By the name of Texas Red.<\/p>\n

Many men had tried to take him,<\/p>\n

And many men were dead.<\/p>\n

He was vicious and a killer through;<\/p>\n

He used a forty-four,<\/p>\n

And the notches on his six gun<\/p>\n

Numbered one and nineteen more,<\/p>\n

One and nineteen more.<\/p>\n

Now the stranger started talking,<\/p>\n

made it plain to folks around,<\/p>\n

Was an Arizona Ranger,<\/p>\n

Wouldn\u2019t be too long in town.<\/p>\n

He was here to take an outlaw<\/p>\n

Back alive or maybe dead,<\/p>\n

And he said it didn\u2019t matter,<\/p>\n

He was after Texas Red,<\/p>\n

After Texas Red.<\/p>\n

Wasn\u2019t long the story<\/p>\n

Was relayed to Texas Red,<\/p>\n

But the outlaw didn\u2019t worry<\/p>\n

Men who had tried before were dead.<\/p>\n

Twenty men had tried to take him,<\/p>\n

Twenty men had made a slip.<\/p>\n

Twenty one would be the ranger<\/p>\n

With the big iron on his hip,<\/p>\n

Big Iron on his hip.<\/p>\n

Now the morning passed so quickly<\/p>\n

It was time for them to meet.<\/p>\n

It was twenty past eleven<\/p>\n

When they walked into the street.<\/p>\n

Folks were watching from their windows<\/p>\n

Everybody held their breath.<\/p>\n

For they new the handsome stranger<\/p>\n

Was about to meet his death,<\/p>\n

About to meet his death.<\/p>\n

There was forty feet between them<\/p>\n

When they stopped to make their play,<\/p>\n

And the swiftness of the ranger<\/p>\n

Is still talked about today.<\/p>\n

Texas Red had not cleared leather<\/p>\n

When the bullet plainly ripped,<\/p>\n

And the ranger\u2019s aim was deadly<\/p>\n

With the big iron on his hip,<\/p>\n

Big Iron on his hip.<\/p>\n

It was over in a moment,<\/p>\n

And the folks had gathered \u2018round.<\/p>\n

There before them lay the body<\/p>\n

Of the outlaw on the ground.<\/p>\n

Well, he might have gone on living,<\/p>\n

But he made one final slip<\/p>\n

When he tried to match the ranger<\/p>\n

With the big iron on his hip,<\/p>\n

Big Iron on his hip.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN<\/h1>\n

On a summer\u2019s day in the month of May,<\/p>\n

A burley bum came hiking,<\/p>\n

Down a shady lane in the sugar cane;<\/p>\n

He was looking for his liking.<\/p>\n

As he strolled along he sang a song<\/p>\n

Of a land of milk and honey,<\/p>\n

Where a bum can stay for many a day,<\/p>\n

And he don\u2019t need any money.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

O the buzzin\u2019 of the bees<\/p>\n

And the cigarette trees,<\/p>\n

And the sody water fountain,<\/p>\n

Where lemonade springs<\/p>\n

And the bluebird signs<\/p>\n

On the Big Rock Candy Mountain.<\/p>\n

On the Big Rock Candy Mountain<\/p>\n

All the cops have wooden legs,<\/p>\n

The bulldogs all have rubber teeth,<\/p>\n

The hens lay soft boiled eggs,<\/p>\n

The farmer\u2019s trees are full of fruit,<\/p>\n

The barn\u2019s full of hay,<\/p>\n

So I manna go where there ain\u2019t no snow,<\/p>\n

Where the sleet don\u2019t fall<\/p>\n

And the wind don\u2019t blow,<\/p>\n

On the Big Rock Candy Mountain.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a lake of gin,<\/p>\n

We can both jump in<\/p>\n

And the Handouts grow on bushes;<\/p>\n

In the new mown hay,<\/p>\n

We can sleep all day,<\/p>\n

And the bars all have free lunches.<\/p>\n

Where the mail train stops,<\/p>\n

And there ain\u2019t no cops,<\/p>\n

And the folks are tender hearted,<\/p>\n

Where you never change your socks,<\/p>\n

And you never throw rocks,<\/p>\n

And you hair is never parted.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Oh, a farmer and his son,<\/p>\n

They were on the run,<\/p>\n

To the hay field they were bounding,<\/p>\n

Said the bum to the son,<\/p>\n

\"Why don\u2019t you come<\/p>\n

To that Big Rock Candy Mountain?\"<\/p>\n

So the very next day they hiked away,<\/p>\n

The mile posts they kept counting,<\/p>\n

But they never arrived at the lemonade tide<\/p>\n

On the Big Rock Candy Mountain<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>BILL BAILEY WON\u2019T YOU PLEASE COME HOME<\/h1>\n

Won\u2019t you come home, Bill Bailey<\/p>\n

Won\u2019t you come home?<\/p>\n

She moans the whole night long<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll do de cookin\u2019, honey<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll pay de rent<\/p>\n

I knows I done you wrong<\/p>\n

\u2018Member dat rainy evenin\u2019<\/p>\n

I drove you out<\/p>\n

Wid nothin\u2019 but a fine tooth comb?<\/p>\n

I know I\u2019se to blame<\/p>\n

Well ain\u2019t dat a shame<\/p>\n

Bill Bailey won\u2019t you please come home?<\/p>\n

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<\/a>BLOWING IN THE WIND<\/h1>\n

How many roads must a man walk down<\/p>\n

Before you can call him a man?<\/p>\n

Yes, and how many seas must a white dove sail<\/p>\n

Before she sleeps in the sand?<\/p>\n

Yes, and how many times<\/p>\n

Must the cannonball fly<\/p>\n

Before they are forever banned?<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,<\/p>\n

The answer is blowing in the wind.<\/p>\n

How many years must a mountain exist<\/p>\n

Before it is washed to the sea?<\/p>\n

Yes, and how many years must a people exist<\/p>\n

Before they\u2019re allowed to be free?<\/p>\n

Yes, and how many times<\/p>\n

Can a man turn his back<\/p>\n

And pretend that he just doesn\u2019t see?<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

How many times must a man look up<\/p>\n

Before he can see the sky?<\/p>\n

Yes, and how many ears must one man have<\/p>\n

Before he can hear people cry?<\/p>\n

Yes, and how many deaths<\/p>\n

Will it take till he knows<\/p>\n

That too many people have died?<\/p>\n

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,<\/p>\n

The answer is blowing in the wind.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>BRITISH GRENADIERS<\/h1>\n

Some talk of Alexander and some of Hercules<\/p>\n

Of Hector and Lysander and such great men as these.<\/p>\n

But of all the world\u2019s great heroes,<\/p>\n

There\u2019s none that can compare,<\/p>\n

With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, tow<\/p>\n

For the British Grenadiers.<\/p>\n

Those heroes of antiquity never saw a cannon ball<\/p>\n

Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes withal,<\/p>\n

But our brave boys do know it and banish all their fears,<\/p>\n

Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, tow<\/p>\n

For the British Grenadiers.<\/p>\n

When e\u2019er we are commanded to storm the palisades<\/p>\n

The officers march with fuses and we with hand grenades.<\/p>\n

We throw them form the trenches about the enemies ears;<\/p>\n

Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, tow<\/p>\n

For the British Grenadiers.<\/p>\n

And when the siege is over, we to the town repair.<\/p>\n

The townsmen cry, \"Hurrah, boys, here comes a grenadier.<\/p>\n

Here comes the grenadiers my boys, who know no doubts or fears.\"<\/p>\n

Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, tow<\/p>\n

For the British Grenadiers.<\/p>\n

Then let us fill a bumper and drink a health to those<\/p>\n

Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the louped clothes;<\/p>\n

May they and their commanders live happily all teir years,<\/p>\n

With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, tow<\/p>\n

For the British Grenadiers.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THE DYING COWBOY<\/h1>\n

Oh, bury me not, on the lone prairie.<\/p>\n

These words came low, and mournfully,<\/p>\n

From the pallid lips of a youth who lay,<\/p>\n

On his dying bed, at the close of day.<\/p>\n

Oh, bury me not, on the lone prairie.<\/p>\n

Where the wild coyotes will howl on me,<\/p>\n

In a narrow grave, just six by three,<\/p>\n

Oh, bury me not, on the lone prairie.<\/p>\n

Oh, bury me not, but his voice failed there,<\/p>\n

But, we took no heed, of his dying prayer.<\/p>\n

In a narrow grave, just six by three,<\/p>\n

We buried him there, on the lone prairie.<\/p>\n

And the cowboys now, as the roam the plain,<\/p>\n

For they marked the spot, where his bones were lain,<\/p>\n

Fling a handful of roses, o\u2019er his grave,<\/p>\n

With a prayer to Him, for his soul to save.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THE OLD CHISOLM TRAIL<\/h1>\n

Well, come along boys and listen to my tale.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll tell you about my troubles on the Old Chislom Trail.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Come a ti yi yippy, yippy yay, yippy yay!<\/p>\n

Come a ti yi yippy, yippy yay.<\/p>\n

On a ten dollar horse and a fifty dollar saddle,<\/p>\n

I started out a punching those long horned cattle.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

I\u2019m up in the morning before daylight,<\/p>\n

And \u2018fore I giats to sleepin\u2019, the moon\u2019s shinning bright.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Oh, it\u2019s bacon and beans almost every day;<\/p>\n

And I\u2019d sooner be eatin\u2019 plain prairie hay.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

I went to the boss to draw my roll.<\/p>\n

He had it figured that I was nine dollars in the hole.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

So I went to the boss and said, \"I won\u2019t take that.\"<\/p>\n

And I slapped him in the face with my old slouch hat.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll sell my outfit just as soon as I can,<\/p>\n

\"Cause I ain\u2019t punching cattle for no mean boss man.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

With my knees in the saddle and my feet in the sky,<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll quit punchin\u2019 cattle in the sweet by and by.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>COOL WATER<\/h1>\n

All day I\u2019ve faced the barren waste<\/p>\n

Without a taste of water .... Cool Water.<\/p>\n

Old Dan and I with throats burned dry<\/p>\n

And souls that cry for water ...<\/p>\n

Cool (water), Clear (water), Water (water).<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Keep a movin\u2019, Dan, don\u2019t you listen to him, Dan,<\/p>\n

He\u2019s a devil not a man,<\/p>\n

And he spreads the burning sand with water.<\/p>\n

Dan, can\u2019t you see that big green tree,<\/p>\n

Where the water\u2019s running free,<\/p>\n

And it\u2019s waiting there for you and me? ...<\/p>\n

Water, Cool, Clear, Water.<\/p>\n

The nights are cool and I\u2019m a fool.<\/p>\n

Each star\u2019s a pool of water ... Cool Water.<\/p>\n

But, with the dawn, I\u2019ll wake and yawn<\/p>\n

and carry on to water ... Cool, Clear, Water.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

The shadows sway and seem to say<\/p>\n

Tonight we\u2019ll pray for water ... Cool Water.<\/p>\n

And way up there, he\u2019ll hear our prayer,<\/p>\n

And show us where there\u2019s water ...<\/p>\n

Cool (water), Clear (water), Water.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>COUNTRY ROADS<\/h1>\n

Almost heaven, West Virginia<\/p>\n

Blue Ridge Mountains, Shennandoah River<\/p>\n

Life is old there, older than the trees,<\/p>\n

Younger that the mountains, blowing like a breeze.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Country Roads, take me home, to the place I belong,<\/p>\n

West Virginia, mountain momma,<\/p>\n

Take me home, country roads.<\/p>\n

All my memories gather \u2018round her,<\/p>\n

Miner\u2019s lady, stranger to blue water,<\/p>\n

Dark and dusty painted on the sky,<\/p>\n

Misty tasting moonshine, teardrop in my eye.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me.<\/p>\n

The radio reminds me of my home far away,<\/p>\n

And driving down the road I get a feeling that<\/p>\n

I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>DANNY BOY<\/h1>\n

Oh Danny Boy, the pipes are calling,<\/p>\n

From glen to glen and down the mountainside.<\/p>\n

The summer\u2019s gone and all the flowers are dying.<\/p>\n

\u2018Tis you. \u2018Tis you must go and I must \u2018bide.<\/p>\n

But come you back when summer\u2019s in the meadow,<\/p>\n

Or when the valley\u2019s hushed and white with snow,<\/p>\n

\u2018Tis I\u2019ll be there in sunshine or in shadow.<\/p>\n

Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so.<\/p>\n

And if you come when all the flowers are dying,<\/p>\n

And I am dead, as dead I well may be,<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll come and find the place where I am lying,<\/p>\n

And kneel and say an \"Ave\" there for me.<\/p>\n

And I shall hear, tho\u2019 soft you tread above me,<\/p>\n

And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be,<\/p>\n

If you will not fail to tell me that you love me.<\/p>\n

Then I simply sleep in peace, until you come to me.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>DESPERADO<\/h1>\n

Desperado, why don\u2019t you come to your senses?<\/p>\n

You\u2019ve been out riding fences for so long now.<\/p>\n

Oh, you\u2019re a hard one,<\/p>\n

And I know that you\u2019ve got your reasons,<\/p>\n

But these things that are pleasing you<\/p>\n

Will hurt you somehow.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy,<\/p>\n

She\u2019ll beat you if she\u2019s able.<\/p>\n

You know the Queen of Hearts is always your best bet.<\/p>\n

Now it seems to me some fine things<\/p>\n

Have been laid upon your table,<\/p>\n

But you only want the ones that you can\u2019t get.<\/p>\n

Desperado, oh, you ain\u2019t gettin\u2019 no younger.<\/p>\n

Your pain and your hunger, they\u2019re driving you on.<\/p>\n

Your freedom, oh, freedom.<\/p>\n

Well, that\u2019s just some people talking.<\/p>\n

We\u2019re prisoners walking through this world all alone.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t your feet get cold in the winter time,<\/p>\n

The sky won\u2019t snow, and the son won\u2019t shine.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s hard to tell the nighttime from the day.<\/p>\n

You\u2019re losin\u2019 all your highs and lows.<\/p>\n

Ain\u2019t it funny how the feeling goes ... away.<\/p>\n

Desperado, why don\u2019t you come to your senses?<\/p>\n

Come down from your fences\u2014open the gate.<\/p>\n

It may be raining,<\/p>\n

But there\u2019s a rainbow above you.<\/p>\n

You\u2019d better let somebody love,<\/p>\n

Before it\u2019s too late.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>DON\u2019T FENCE ME IN<\/h1>\n

O give me land, lots of land<\/p>\n

Under starry skies above<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t fence me in<\/p>\n

Let me ride thru the wide<\/p>\n

Open country that I love,<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t fence me in.<\/p>\n

Let me be by myself<\/p>\n

In the evening breeze<\/p>\n

Listen to the murmur<\/p>\n

Of the cottonwood tree<\/p>\n

Send me off forever<\/p>\n

But I ask you please<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t fence me in.<\/p>\n

Just turn me loose<\/p>\n

Let me straddle my old saddle<\/p>\n

Underneath the western skies<\/p>\n

On my cayuse<\/p>\n

Let me wander over yonder<\/p>\n

Till I see the mountains rise<\/p>\n

I want to ride to the ridge<\/p>\n

Where the west commences<\/p>\n

Gaze at the moon<\/p>\n

\u2018Till I lose my senses<\/p>\n

Can\u2019t look at hobbles<\/p>\n

And I can\u2019t stand fences<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t fence me in.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>DOWN IN THE VALLEY<\/h1>\n

Down in the valley, the valley so low,<\/p>\n

Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.<\/p>\n

Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow,<\/p>\n

Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.<\/p>\n

Roses love sunshine, violets love dew,<\/p>\n

Angels in heaven know I love you.<\/p>\n

Know I love you, dear; know I love you,<\/p>\n

Angels in heaven know I love you.<\/p>\n

If you don\u2019t love me, love whom you please,<\/p>\n

Throw your arms around me, give my heart ease.<\/p>\n

Give my heart ease, love, give my heart ease,<\/p>\n

Put your arms around me, give my heart ease.<\/p>\n

Write me a letter, send it by mail,<\/p>\n

Send it in care of the Birmingham Jail.<\/p>\n

Birmingham Jail, love, Birmingham Jail,<\/p>\n

Send it in care of the Birmingham Jail.<\/p>\n

Build me a castle forty feet high,<\/p>\n

So I can see her as she rides by.<\/p>\n

As she rides by, love, as she rides by,<\/p>\n

So I can see her as she rides by.<\/p>\n

Down in the valley, the valley so low,<\/p>\n

Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.<\/p>\n

Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow,<\/p>\n

Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN<\/h1>\n

Took my family away form my Carolina home,<\/p>\n

Had dreams about the West and started to roam.<\/p>\n

Six long months on a dust covered trail,<\/p>\n

They say heaven\u2019s at the end, but so far its been hell.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

And there\u2019s fire on the mountain, lightenin\u2019 in the air.<\/p>\n

Gold in them hills and it\u2019s waitin\u2019 for me there.<\/p>\n

We were diggin\u2019 and siffin\u2019 from five to five,<\/p>\n

Sellin\u2019 everything we had, just to stay alive.<\/p>\n

Gold flowed free, like the whiskey in the bar.<\/p>\n

Sinnin\u2019 was the best thing Lord, and Satan was the star.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Dance hall girls was the evenin\u2019 treat.<\/p>\n

Empty cartons and blood lined the gutters of the street.<\/p>\n

Men were shot down for the sake of fun,<\/p>\n

Or just to hear the noise of their forty-four guns.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Now my widow she weeps by my grave,<\/p>\n

Tears flow free for her man, she couldn\u2019t save.<\/p>\n

Shot down by a gun that carried fame,<\/p>\n

All for a useless and no good, worthless claim.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

.... waitin\u2019 for me there.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>FOUR-LEAF CLOVER<\/h1>\n

I\u2019m looking over a four-leaf clover,<\/p>\n

That I overlooked before.<\/p>\n

One leaf is sunshine,<\/p>\n

The second is rain,<\/p>\n

The third is the roses,<\/p>\n

That bloom in the lane.<\/p>\n

No need explaining the one remaining.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s somebody I adore.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m looking over a four-leaf clover,<\/p>\n

That I overlooked before.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THE GAMBLER<\/h1>\n

On a warm summer\u2019s eve, on a train bound for Dover<\/p>\n

I met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to sleep.<\/p>\n

So we took turns a\u2019starin\u2019, out the window at the darkness,<\/p>\n

And when boredom overtook us, he began to speak:<\/p>\n

He said; \"Son I\u2019ve made a life out of readin\u2019 peoples\u2019 faces<\/p>\n

Knowin\u2019 what their cards say by the way they held their eyes<\/p>\n

So if you don\u2019t mine me sayin\u2019, I can see you\u2019re out of aces<\/p>\n

For a taste of your whiskey, I\u2019ll give you some advice.\"<\/p>\n

So I handed him my bottle, and he drank down my last swallow<\/p>\n

Then he bummed a cigarette, and asked me for a light.<\/p>\n

And the night got deathly quiet,<\/p>\n

And his face lost all exression.<\/p>\n

\"If you\u2019re going to play the game boy,<\/p>\n

You got to play it right.\"<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

You\u2019ve go to know when to hold \u2018em, know when to fold \u2018em,<\/p>\n

Know when to walk away, know when to run.<\/p>\n

You never count your money, when you\u2019re sittin\u2019 at the table<\/p>\n

There\u2019ll be time enough for countin\u2019 when the dealin\u2019s done.<\/p>\n

Every gambler knows, there\u2019s a secret to survivin\u2019,<\/p>\n

Knowin\u2019 what to throw away, knowin\u2019 what to keep.<\/p>\n

\u2018Cause every hand\u2019s a winner, and every hand\u2019s a loser.<\/p>\n

And the best you can hope for is to die in your sleep.<\/p>\n

And when he finished speaking, he turned back to the window,<\/p>\n

Crushed out his cigarette, and faded off to sleep.<\/p>\n

And somewhere in the darkenss, the gambler he broke even,<\/p>\n

And in his final words, I found an ace that I could keep.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY<\/h1>\n

An old cowpoke went riding out<\/p>\n

One hot and windy day,<\/p>\n

Upon a ridge he rested<\/p>\n

As he went along his way,<\/p>\n

When all at once a mighty herd<\/p>\n

Of red-eyed cows he saw,<\/p>\n

A plowin\u2019 through the ragged skies<\/p>\n

And up the cloudy draw.<\/p>\n

Yip-i-ya-a, yip-i-ya-o,<\/p>\n

Ghost riders in the sky.<\/p>\n

Their brands were still on fire<\/p>\n

And their hooves were made of steel<\/p>\n

Their horns were black and shiny<\/p>\n

And their hot breath he could feel.<\/p>\n

A bolt of fear went through him<\/p>\n

As they thundered through the sky.<\/p>\n

For as he saw the riders comin hard<\/p>\n

He could hear their mournful cry.<\/p>\n

Yip-i-ya-a, yip-i-ya-o,<\/p>\n

Ghost riders in the sky.<\/p>\n

Their faces were gaunt,<\/p>\n

Their eyes were blurred,<\/p>\n

Their shirts all soaked with sweat,<\/p>\n

They\u2019re ridin hard to catch that<\/p>\n

herd,<\/p>\n

But they ain\u2019t caught them yet.<\/p>\n

They\u2019ve got to ride forevermore<\/p>\n

On that range up in the sky.<\/p>\n

On horses snorting fire,<\/p>\n

As they ride, I hear them cry.<\/p>\n

Yip-i-ya-a, yip-i-ya-o,<\/p>\n

Ghost riders in the sky.<\/p>\n

And as the riders loped on by,<\/p>\n

He heard them call his name,<\/p>\n

If you want to save your soul<\/p>\n

From hell a ridin\u2019 on the range,<\/p>\n

Then cowboy you\u2019d better change your ways<\/p>\n

Or with us you will ride,<\/p>\n

Trying to catch the devil\u2019s herd<\/p>\n

Across the endless sky.<\/p>\n

Yip-i-ya-a, yip-i-ya-o,<\/p>\n

Ghost riders in the sky.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>HAIL HAIL THE GANG\u2019S ALL HERE<\/h1>\n

Hail! Hail! The gang\u2019s all here.<\/p>\n

Never mind the weather,<\/p>\n

Here we are together.<\/p>\n

Hail! Hail! The gang\u2019s all here.<\/p>\n

Let the fun begin right now.<\/p>\n

Hail! Hail! The gang\u2019s all here.<\/p>\n

What the heck do we care,<\/p>\n

Here we are together.<\/p>\n

Hail! Hail! The gang\u2019s all here.<\/p>\n

Let the fun begin right now.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>HAPPY TRAILS<\/h1>\n

Happy trails to you,<\/p>\n

Until we meet again.<\/p>\n

Happy trails to you,<\/p>\n

Keep smilin\u2019 until then.<\/p>\n

Happy trails to you,<\/p>\n

\u2018Till we meet again.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>MY HEROES HAVE ALWAYS BEEN COWBOYS<\/h1>\n

I grew up dreaming of being a cowboy,<\/p>\n

And loving the cowboy ways.<\/p>\n

Pursuing the life of my high riding heroes,<\/p>\n

I burned up my childhood days.<\/p>\n

I learned all the rules of the modern day drifter.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t you hold on to nothing too long.<\/p>\n

Just take what you need from the ladies,<\/p>\n

And leave them with the words of a sad country song.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

My heroes have always been cowboys,<\/p>\n

They still are it seems.<\/p>\n

Sadly in search of and one step in back of<\/p>\n

Themselves and their slow-moving dreams.<\/p>\n

Cowboys are special, with their own brand of misery<\/p>\n

From being alone too long.<\/p>\n

To die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare,<\/p>\n

Knowing well that your best days are gone.<\/p>\n

And picking up hookers instead of my pen,<\/p>\n

I let the words of my youth fade away.<\/p>\n

Old worn out saddles, and old worn out memories<\/p>\n

With on one, and no place to stay.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>HOME ON THE RANGE<\/h1>\n

Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam,<\/p>\n

Where the deer and the antelope play.<\/p>\n

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,<\/p>\n

And the skies are not cloudy all day.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Home, home on the range,<\/p>\n

Where the deer and the antelope play.<\/p>\n

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,<\/p>\n

And the skies are not cloudy all day.<\/p>\n

Where the air is pure, and the zephyrs so sure,<\/p>\n

With the breezes so balmy and light.<\/p>\n

I would not exchange, my home on the range,<\/p>\n

For the wealth of the city so bright.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

I love the wild flow\u2019rs in this dear land of ours,<\/p>\n

And the curlew I love to hear scream;<\/p>\n

I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks,<\/p>\n

Grazing on the great mountain tops green.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Oh, give me the land where the bright diamond sand<\/p>\n

Flows so leisurely down with the stream.<\/p>\n

The graceful white swan glides so gently along<\/p>\n

Like a mald in a heavenly dream.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

How often at night, when the heavens are bright,<\/p>\n

With the light from the glittering stars,<\/p>\n

Have I stood there amazed, and asked as I gaze,<\/p>\n

If their glory exceeds that of ours.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Yes, give me the glean of a swift mountain stream,<\/p>\n

And the place no hurricanes blow.<\/p>\n

Oh, give me the park where the prairie dogs bark,<\/p>\n

And the mountains all covered with snow.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Oh, give me the hills and the ring of the drills,<\/p>\n

And the rich silver ore in the ground.<\/p>\n

Yes, give me the gulch where the miners can sluice,<\/p>\n

And the bright yellow gold can be found.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Oh, give me the mine where the prospectors find<\/p>\n

the gold in its own native land,<\/p>\n

And the hot springs below, where the sick people go,<\/p>\n

And camp on the banks of the Grand.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Oh, give me the steed and the gun that I need<\/p>\n

To shoot game from my own cabin home.<\/p>\n

Then give me the camp where the fire is a lamp,<\/p>\n

And the wild rocky mountains to roam.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Yes, give me the home where the prospectors roam.<\/p>\n

Their business is always alive<\/p>\n

In those wild western hills, midst the ring of the drills.<\/p>\n

Oh, let me live there \u2018till I die.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>HOME, SWEET HOME<\/h1>\n

\u2018Mid pleasures and palaces<\/p>\n

Though we may roam,<\/p>\n

Be it ever so humble,<\/p>\n

There\u2019s no place like home<\/p>\n

A charm from the skies<\/p>\n

Seems to hallow us there<\/p>\n

Which seek through the world,<\/p>\n

Is ne\u2019er met with elsewhere<\/p>\n

Home, home, sweet, sweet home,<\/p>\n

There\u2019s no place like home,<\/p>\n

Oh, there\u2019s no place like home,<\/p>\n

There\u2019s no place like home.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>LOCH LOMAND<\/h1>\n

By yon bonny banks, and by yon bonny braes,<\/p>\n

Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomand,<\/p>\n

Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,<\/p>\n

On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomand.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Oh, ye\u2019ll take the high road, and I\u2019ll take the low road,<\/p>\n

And I\u2019ll be in Scotland afore ye.<\/p>\n

But me and my true love, we\u2019ll never meet again<\/p>\n

On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomand.<\/p>\n

T\u2019was there that we parted in yon shady glen,<\/p>\n

On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomand.<\/p>\n

Where in purple hue the highland hills we view,<\/p>\n

And the moon coming out in the gloaming.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring,<\/p>\n

And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,<\/p>\n

But the broken heart kens, nae second spring again,<\/p>\n

Tho\u2019 waeful may cease frae their greeting<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THERE\u2019S A LONG, LONG TRAIL<\/h1>\n

There\u2019s a long, long trail a winding<\/p>\n

Into the land of my dreams,<\/p>\n

Where the nightingales are singing<\/p>\n

And a white moon beams.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a long, long trail a waiting<\/p>\n

Until my dreams all come true,<\/p>\n

\u2018Till the day when I\u2019ll be going down,<\/p>\n

That long, long trail with you.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>LOVE\u2019S OLD SWEET SONG<\/h1>\n

Just a song at twilight,<\/p>\n

When the lights are low,<\/p>\n

And the flick\u2019ring shadows<\/p>\n

Softly come and go;<\/p>\n

Tho the heart be weary,<\/p>\n

Sad the day and long,<\/p>\n

Still to us at twilight<\/p>\n

Comes love\u2019s old sweet song,<\/p>\n

Comes love\u2019s old sweet song.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>MARIAH<\/h1>\n

A - way out here, they have a name<\/p>\n

For rain and wind and fire.<\/p>\n

The rain is Tess; the fire\u2019s Joe,<\/p>\n

And they call the wind Mariah.<\/p>\n

Mariah blows the stars around,<\/p>\n

And sets the clouds a flyin\u2019.<\/p>\n

Mariah makes the mountains sound<\/p>\n

Like folks are out there dying\u2019.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Mariah, Mariah, they call the wind Mariah.<\/p>\n

Before I knew Mariah\u2019s name<\/p>\n

Or heard her wailin\u2019 - whinin\u2019,<\/p>\n

I had a girl and she had me,<\/p>\n

And the sun was always shinin\u2019.<\/p>\n

Then one day I left that girl;<\/p>\n

I left her far behind me,<\/p>\n

And now I\u2019m lost, so doggone lost,<\/p>\n

Not even God can find me.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Out here the have a name<\/p>\n

For rain, for wind, and fire only.<\/p>\n

But when you\u2019re lost and all alone,<\/p>\n

There ain\u2019t no word but lonely.<\/p>\n

Now I\u2019m a lost and lonely man,<\/p>\n

Without a star to guide me.<\/p>\n

Mariah blow my love to me,<\/p>\n

I need my love beside me.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>MOON RIVER<\/h1>\n

Moon river, wider than a mile,<\/p>\n

I\u2019m crossing you in style someday<\/p>\n

Oh dream-maker, you heart-breaker,<\/p>\n

Wherever you\u2019re going, I\u2019m going your way.<\/p>\n

Two drifters off to see the world,<\/p>\n

There\u2019s such a lot of world to see.<\/p>\n

We\u2019re after the same rainbow\u2019s end,<\/p>\n

Waitin\u2019 round the bend,<\/p>\n

My Huckleberry friend,<\/p>\n

Moon river and me.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>MOUNTAIN DEW<\/h1>\n

Down the road from me, there\u2019s an old holler tree,<\/p>\n

Where you lay down a dollar or two (or two).<\/p>\n

You go \u2018round the bend, and you come back again,<\/p>\n

And there\u2019s a jug of that Good Old Mountain Dew.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

They call it that Good Old Mountain Dew! Dew! Dew!<\/p>\n

And them that refuse it are few (dern few),<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll hush up my mug, if you fill up my jug<\/p>\n

With that Good Old Mountain Dew.<\/p>\n

My Uncle Bill has a still on the hill<\/p>\n

Where he brews up a gallon or two (or two).<\/p>\n

The buzzards in the sky, get so drunk they can\u2019t fly<\/p>\n

Just from sniffin\u2019 that Good Old Mountain Dew.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Old Rev\u2019rend Gus, ya never heard him cuss,<\/p>\n

Not even a word or two (or two).<\/p>\n

But ya should have heard him swear,<\/p>\n

When he didn\u2019t get his share<\/p>\n

Of that Good Old Mountain Dew.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

My Sister Sue bought some sweet sellin\u2019 pew,<\/p>\n

And she called it that good old par - fume (par - fume),<\/p>\n

And to her surprise, when she had it analyzed,<\/p>\n

It was nuttin\u2019 more than that Good Old Mountain Dew.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

My Uncle Art, he ain\u2019t very smart<\/p>\n

His I - Q is just twenty two (twenty two),<\/p>\n

But he thinks he\u2019s a wizard, when he fills up his gizzard<\/p>\n

With that Good Old Mountain Dew<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

My Uncle Fred had a still in the bed<\/p>\n

Where he brewed up a gallon or two (or two).<\/p>\n

His wife drank it all, then you heard the matin\u2019 call<\/p>\n

Just from drinkin\u2019 that Good Old Mountain Dew.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

My Uncle Hank had an old army tank<\/p>\n

That he got back in \u2018forty two (\u2018forty two).<\/p>\n

It would move a nudge, \u2018till he gave it a gludge<\/p>\n

Of that Good Old Mountain Dew.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

My Uncle Ron had a still on the john<\/p>\n

Where he brewed up a gallon or two (or two).<\/p>\n

When the revenuers came a rushin, he\u2019d give it a flushin\u2019<\/p>\n

Of that Good Old Mountain Dew.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

My Cousin Mort, he\u2019s sawed off and short.<\/p>\n

He stands about four foot two (four two).<\/p>\n

But he thinks he\u2019s a giant, when he guzzles a pint<\/p>\n

Of that Good Old Mountain Dew.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>I LOVE THE MOUNTAINS<\/h1>\n

I love the mountains.<\/p>\n

I love the rolling hills.<\/p>\n

I love the chaparral.<\/p>\n

I love the daffodils.<\/p>\n

I love the fireside,<\/p>\n

When the lights are low.<\/p>\n

Boom de ad a, Boom de ad a,<\/p>\n

Boom de ad a, Boom de ad a.<\/p>\n

(or)<\/p>\n

Boom shel-lac-a, Boom shel-lac-a,<\/p>\n

Boom shel-lac-a, Boom shel-lac-a.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>MR. BOJANGLES<\/h1>\n

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you,<\/p>\n

In worn out shoes.<\/p>\n

With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants,<\/p>\n

The old soft shoe.<\/p>\n

He jumped so high, jumped so high,<\/p>\n

Then he lightly touched down.<\/p>\n

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles - dance.<\/p>\n

I met him in a cell in New Orleans,<\/p>\n

I was down and out.<\/p>\n

He looked at me to be the eyes of age,<\/p>\n

As he spoke right out.<\/p>\n

He talked of life, talked of life,<\/p>\n

He laughed, slapped his leg a step.<\/p>\n

He said his name Bojangles, then he danced a lick,<\/p>\n

Across the cell.<\/p>\n

He grabbed his pants, a better stance, oh, he jumped so high<\/p>\n

And he clicked his heels.<\/p>\n

He let go a laugh, let go a laugh,<\/p>\n

Shook back his clothes all around.<\/p>\n

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs,<\/p>\n

Throughout the South.<\/p>\n

He spoke with tears of fifteen years, how his dog and he<\/p>\n

Traveled about.<\/p>\n

His dog up and died, he up and died,<\/p>\n

After twenty years, he still grieved.<\/p>\n

He said, \"I dance now at every chance in honky tonks<\/p>\n

For drinks and tips.<\/p>\n

But, most of the time I spend behind the county bars,\"<\/p>\n

He said, \"I drinks a bit.\"<\/p>\n

He shook his head, and as he shook his head,<\/p>\n

I heard someone ask please,<\/p>\n

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Boljangles, Mr. Bojangles - dance.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS<\/h1>\n

In 1814 we took a little trip<\/p>\n

Along with Colonel Jackson<\/p>\n

Down the mighty Mississip\u2019.<\/p>\n

We took a little bacon,<\/p>\n

And we took a little beans,<\/p>\n

And we caught the bloody British<\/p>\n

In the town of New Orleans.<\/p>\n

We fired our guns<\/p>\n

And the British kept a-comon\u2019,<\/p>\n

There wasn\u2019t nigh as many<\/p>\n

As there was a while ago.<\/p>\n

We fired once more<\/p>\n

And they began a-runnin\u2019,<\/p>\n

From down the Mississippi<\/p>\n

To the Gulf of Mexico.<\/p>\n

We looked down the river<\/p>\n

And we see\u2019d the British come -<\/p>\n

There must have been a hundred of \u2018em<\/p>\n

Beatin\u2019 on the drum.<\/p>\n

They stepped so high<\/p>\n

And made their bugles ring;<\/p>\n

We stood beside our cotton bales<\/p>\n

And didn\u2019t say a thing.<\/p>\n

We fired our guns<\/p>\n

And the British kept a-comon\u2019,<\/p>\n

There wasn\u2019t nigh as many<\/p>\n

As there was a while ago.<\/p>\n

We fired once more<\/p>\n

And they began a-runnin\u2019,<\/p>\n

From down the Mississippi<\/p>\n

To the Gulf of Mexico.<\/p>\n

Old Hickory said we could<\/p>\n

Take \u2018em by suprise,<\/p>\n

If we didn\u2019t fire our muskets<\/p>\n

\u2018Til we looked\u2019em in the eyes.<\/p>\n

We held our fire<\/p>\n

\u2018Till we see\u2019d their faces well,<\/p>\n

Then we opened up our squirrel guns<\/p>\n

And really gave \u2018em\u2014WELL NOW.<\/p>\n

They ran through the briars<\/p>\n

And they ran through the brambles,<\/p>\n

And they ran through the bushes<\/p>\n

Where a rabbit couldn\u2019t go.<\/p>\n

They ran so fast<\/p>\n

The hounds couldn\u2019t catch \u2018em;<\/p>\n

From down the Mississippi<\/p>\n

To the Gulf of Mexico.<\/p>\n

We fired our cannon<\/p>\n

\u2018Till the barrel melted down,<\/p>\n

So we grabbed an alligator<\/p>\n

And we fought another round.<\/p>\n

We filled his head with cannonballs<\/p>\n

And powered his behind,<\/p>\n

And when we touched the powder off,<\/p>\n

The gator lost his mind.<\/p>\n

We fired our guns<\/p>\n

And the British kept a-comon\u2019,<\/p>\n

There wasn\u2019t nigh as many<\/p>\n

As there was a while ago.<\/p>\n

We fired once more<\/p>\n

And they began a-runnin\u2019,<\/p>\n

From down the Mississippi<\/p>\n

To the Gulf of Mexico.<\/p>\n

They ran through the briars<\/p>\n

And they ran through the brambles,<\/p>\n

And they ran through the bushes<\/p>\n

Where a rabbit couldn\u2019t go.<\/p>\n

They ran so fast<\/p>\n

The hounds couldn\u2019t catch \u2018em;<\/p>\n

From down the Mississippi<\/p>\n

To the Gulf of Mexico.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>VIVA! NUEVO MEJICO!<\/h1>\n

There is a land of dusty roads,<\/p>\n

Rattlesnakes and horny toads.<\/p>\n

It never rains, it never snows.<\/p>\n

The wind and sand,<\/p>\n

They say always blows!<\/p>\n

And how we live, God only knows.<\/p>\n

Viva! Neavo Mejico!<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THE OLD GREY MARE<\/h1>\n

Oh, the old grey mare,<\/p>\n

She ain\u2019t what she used to be,<\/p>\n

Ain\u2019t what she used to be,<\/p>\n

Ain\u2019t what she used to be,<\/p>\n

Many long years ago.<\/p>\n

Many long years ago,<\/p>\n

Many long years ago,<\/p>\n

Oh, the old grey mare,<\/p>\n

She ain\u2019t what she used to be,<\/p>\n

Many long years ago.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>ON TOP OF OLD SMOKIE<\/h1>\n

On top of old smokie,<\/p>\n

All covered with snow.<\/p>\n

I lost my true lover,<\/p>\n

From courtin\u2019 too slow.<\/p>\n

For courtin\u2019s a pleasure,<\/p>\n

And partin\u2019s a grief.<\/p>\n

But a false hearted lover,<\/p>\n

Is worse than a thief.<\/p>\n

For a thief he will rob you,<\/p>\n

And turn you to dust.<\/p>\n

One girl in a million,<\/p>\n

A poor man can trust.<\/p>\n

Oh, the leaves they will wither,<\/p>\n

The roots they will die.<\/p>\n

Will all be forsaken,<\/p>\n

And never know why.<\/p>\n

Bury me on smokie,<\/p>\n

On smokie so high<\/p>\n

Where the wild birds in heaven,<\/p>\n

Will hear my sad cry.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>ONE TIN SOLDIER<\/h1>\n

Listen children, to a story<\/p>\n

That was written long ago,<\/p>\n

\u2018Bout a kingdom on a mountain<\/p>\n

And a valley fold below.<\/p>\n

On a mountain was a treasure<\/p>\n

Buried deep beneath a stone,<\/p>\n

And the valley people swore<\/p>\n

They\u2019d have it for their very own.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,<\/p>\n

Go ahead and cheat a friend.<\/p>\n

Do it in the name of Heaven,<\/p>\n

You can justify it in the end.<\/p>\n

There won\u2019t be any trumpets blowin\u2019,<\/p>\n

Come the Judgment Day.<\/p>\n

On the bloody morning after,<\/p>\n

One Tin Soldier rides away.<\/p>\n

So the people of the valley<\/p>\n

Sent a message up the hill,<\/p>\n

Asking for the buried treasure,<\/p>\n

Tons of gold for which they\u2019d kill.<\/p>\n

Came an answer from the kingdom,<\/p>\n

\"With our brothers we will share<\/p>\n

All the secrets of the mountain,<\/p>\n

All the riches buried there.\"<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Now the valley cried with anger,<\/p>\n

\"Mount your horses, draw your swords!\"<\/p>\n

And they killed the mountain people,<\/p>\n

So they won their just reward.<\/p>\n

Now they stood beside the buried treasure,<\/p>\n

On the mountain, dark and red.<\/p>\n

Turned the stone and looked beneath it,<\/p>\n

\"Peace on Earth\" was all it said.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON<\/h1>\n

Puff the magic dragon, lived by the sea,<\/p>\n

And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honnilee.<\/p>\n

Little Jackie Paper, loved that rascal Puff,<\/p>\n

And brought him strings and sealing wax<\/p>\n

And other fancy stuff.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Oh, Puff the magic dragon, lived by the sea,<\/p>\n

And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honnilee.<\/p>\n

Puff the magic dragon, lived by the sea,<\/p>\n

And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honnilee.<\/p>\n

Together they would travel, on a boat with a billowed sail.<\/p>\n

Jackie kept a lookout, perched on Puff\u2019s gigantic tail.<\/p>\n

Noble kings and princes would bow when e\u2019er they came.<\/p>\n

Pirate ships would lower their flag<\/p>\n

When Puff roared out his name<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys.<\/p>\n

Painted wings and giant strings, make way for other toys.<\/p>\n

One gray night did happen, Jackie Paper came no more,<\/p>\n

And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

His head was bent is sorrow, green scales fell like rain.<\/p>\n

Puff no longer went to play, along the cherry lane.<\/p>\n

Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave.<\/p>\n

So, Puff that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>RED RIVER VALLEY<\/h1>\n

From this valley they say you are going.<\/p>\n

We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile.<\/p>\n

For they say you are taking the sunshine<\/p>\n

That brightens our pathway awhile.<\/p>\n

Come and sit by my side if you love me.<\/p>\n

Do not hasten to bid me adieu;<\/p>\n

But remember the Red River Valley,<\/p>\n

And the cowboy that loved you so true.<\/p>\n

Oh, just think of the valley you are leaving;<\/p>\n

Oh, how lonely and sad it will be;<\/p>\n

And just think of the fond heart you\u2019r breaking,<\/p>\n

And the grief you are causing to me.<\/p>\n

I have promised you darling, that never<\/p>\n

Will a word from my lips cause you pain,<\/p>\n

And my lofe, it sshall be yours forever<\/p>\n

If you only will bre mine again.<\/p>\n

As you go to your home by the ocean,<\/p>\n

May you never forget those sweet hours<\/p>\n

Taht we spent in the Red River Valley<\/p>\n

And the love that was ours \u2018mid the flowers<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THE RIDDLE SONG<\/h1>\n

I gave my love a cherry that had no stone.<\/p>\n

I gave my love a chicken that had no bone.<\/p>\n

I gave my love a ring that had no end.<\/p>\n

I gave my love a baby with no cryin\u2019.<\/p>\n

How can there be a cherry that has no stone?<\/p>\n

How can there be a chicken that has no bone?<\/p>\n

How can there be a ring that has no end?<\/p>\n

How can there be a baby with no cryin\u2019?<\/p>\n

A cherry when it\u2019s bloomin\u2019 has no stone.<\/p>\n

A chicken when it\u2019s pippin\u2019 has no bone.<\/p>\n

A ring when it\u2019s rollin\u2019 has no end.<\/p>\n

A baby when it\u2019t sleepin\u2019 has no cryin\u2019.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH<\/h1>\n

He was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year<\/p>\n

Coming home to a place he\u2019d never been before.<\/p>\n

He left yesterday behind him,<\/p>\n

You might say he was born again.<\/p>\n

You might say he found the key to every door.<\/p>\n

When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away<\/p>\n

On the road, and hanging by a song.<\/p>\n

But the string\u2019s already broken and he really doesn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n

It keeps changing fast and it doesn\u2019t last for long.<\/p>\n

But the Colorado Rocky Mountain high,<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve seen it in the sky.<\/p>\n

The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye.<\/p>\n

Rocky Mountain High, in Colorado.<\/p>\n

Rocky Mountain High, in Colorado.<\/p>\n

He climbed a Cathedral Mountains,<\/p>\n

He saw silver clouds below.<\/p>\n

He saw everthing as far as he could see.<\/p>\n

And they say that he got crazy once<\/p>\n

And tried to touch the sun,<\/p>\n

Ane he lost a friend, but kept his memory.<\/p>\n

Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the stream,<\/p>\n

Seeking grace in every step he takes.<\/p>\n

His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand<\/p>\n

The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.<\/p>\n

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain High,<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve seen it rainin\u2019 fire in the sky.<\/p>\n

Talk to God and listen to the casual reply.<\/p>\n

Rocky Mountain high in Colorado.<\/p>\n

Now his life is full of wonder,<\/p>\n

But his heart still knows some fear<\/p>\n

Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend.<\/p>\n

Why they try to tear the mountains down<\/p>\n

To bring a couple more,<\/p>\n

More people, more scars upon the land.<\/p>\n

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain High,<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve seen it rainin\u2019 fire in the sky.<\/p>\n

I know he\u2019d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly.<\/p>\n

Rocky Mountain High,<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a Colorado Rocky Mountain high.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve seen it rainin\u2019 fire in the sky.<\/p>\n

Friends around the campfire and everybody\u2019s high.<\/p>\n

rocky Mountain High, in Colorado<\/p>\n

Rocky Mountain High.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>ROCKY TOP<\/h1>\n

Wish that I was on old Rocky Top,<\/p>\n

Down in the Tennessee hills.<\/p>\n

Ain\u2019t no smog on Rocky Top,<\/p>\n

Ain\u2019t no telephone bills.<\/p>\n

I once met a girl on Rocky Top,<\/p>\n

Half bear, the other half cat<\/p>\n

Wild as a mink, but sweet as soda pop,<\/p>\n

I still dream about that.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Rocky Top, you\u2019ll always be<\/p>\n

Home Sweet Home to me.<\/p>\n

God ol\u2019 Rocky Top,<\/p>\n

Rocky Top, Tennessee,<\/p>\n

Rocky Top, Tennessee.<\/p>\n

Once two strangers climbed ole Rocky Top,<\/p>\n

Looking for a moonshine still.<\/p>\n

Strangers ain\u2019t come down from Rocky Top,<\/p>\n

Reckon they never will.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Corn won\u2019t grow at all on Rocky Top,<\/p>\n

Dirt\u2019s too rocky by far.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s why all the folks on Rocky Top<\/p>\n

Drink their corn from a jar.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve had years of cramped up city life,<\/p>\n

Stuck like a duck in a pen.<\/p>\n

All I know is it\u2019s a pity life<\/p>\n

Can\u2019t be simple again.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>ROW, ROW, ROW YOUR BOAT<\/h1>\n

Row , row, row your boat<\/p>\n

Gently down the stream;<\/p>\n

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily<\/p>\n

Life is but a dream.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY<\/h1>\n

Going to take a sentimental journey<\/p>\n

Going to set my heart at ease,<\/p>\n

Going to take a sentimental journey,<\/p>\n

To renew old memories.<\/p>\n

Got my bag, got my reservation,<\/p>\n

Spent every dime, I could afford,<\/p>\n

Like a child in wild anticipation,<\/p>\n

Sentimental journey home.<\/p>\n

Seven, that\u2019s the time it leaves, at seven,<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been heading up to heaven,<\/p>\n

Countin\u2019 every mile of railfoad track,<\/p>\n

That takes me back.<\/p>\n

Never knew my heart could be so yearning,<\/p>\n

Why did I decide to roam?<\/p>\n

Going to take a sentimental journey,<\/p>\n

Sentimental journey home.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>SHE\u2019LL BE COMIN\u2019<\/h1>\n

She\u2019ll be comin\u2019 \u2018round the mountain when she comes<\/p>\n

She\u2019ll be comin\u2019 \u2018round the mountain when she comes<\/p>\n

She\u2019ll be comin\u2019 \u2018round the mountain when she comes<\/p>\n

She\u2019ll be comin\u2019 \u2018round the mountain when she comes<\/p>\n

She\u2019ll be comin\u2019 \u2018round the mountain when she comes<\/p>\n

She\u2019ll be drivin\u2019 six white horses when she comes<\/p>\n

She\u2019ll be drivin\u2019 six white horses when she comes<\/p>\n

She\u2019ll be drivin\u2019 six white horses when she comes<\/p>\n

She\u2019ll be drivin\u2019 six white horses when she comes<\/p>\n

She\u2019ll be drivin\u2019 six white horses when she comes<\/p>\n

Oh, we\u2019ll all go out to meet her when she comes<\/p>\n

Oh, we\u2019ll all go out to meet her when she comes<\/p>\n

Oh, we\u2019ll all go out to meet her when she comes<\/p>\n

Oh, we\u2019ll all go out to meet her when she comes<\/p>\n

Oh, we\u2019ll all go out to meet her when she comes<\/p>\n

We\u2019ll kill the old red rooster when she comes<\/p>\n

We\u2019ll kill the old red rooster when she comes<\/p>\n

We\u2019ll kill the old red rooster when she comes<\/p>\n

We\u2019ll kill the old red rooster when she comes<\/p>\n

We\u2019ll kill the old red rooster when she comes<\/p>\n

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<\/a>SINGING IN THE RAIN<\/h1>\n

Singing in the rain, just singing in the rain<\/p>\n

What a glorious feeling, I\u2019m happy again.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m laughing at clouds, so dark above.<\/p>\n

The sun\u2019s in my heart and I\u2019m ready for love.<\/p>\n

Let the stormy clouds,<\/p>\n

Chase everyone from the place.<\/p>\n

Come on with the rain,<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve a smile on my face.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll walk down the lane,<\/p>\n

With a happy refrain.<\/p>\n

And singing, just singing in the rain.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>SIXTEEN TONS<\/h1>\n

Some people say a man is made out of mud,<\/p>\n

A poor man is made out of muscle and blood,<\/p>\n

Muscle and blood, and skin and bones,<\/p>\n

A mind that\u2019s weak and a back that\u2019s strong.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Ya\u2019 load sixteen tons and what do you get?<\/p>\n

Another day older and a deeper in debt.<\/p>\n

Saint Peter, don\u2019t ya\u2019 call me \u2018cause I can\u2019t go,<\/p>\n

I owe my soul to the company store.<\/p>\n

I was born one mornin\u2019 when the sun didn\u2019t shine,<\/p>\n

I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine.<\/p>\n

I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal,<\/p>\n

And the strawboss hollered, \"Well, bless my soul!\"<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Now when you see me comin\u2019, you\u2019d better step aside,<\/p>\n

Alot o\u2019 men didn\u2019t and alot o\u2019 men died.<\/p>\n

One fist of iron and the other of steel,<\/p>\n

If the right one don\u2019t get then the left one will.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>SLEWFOOT<\/h1>\n

High on a mountain tell me what do you see?<\/p>\n

Bear tracks, bear tracks looking back at me.<\/p>\n

Better find a ranger boys, before it\u2019s too late,<\/p>\n

\u2018Cause that bear\u2019s got all our food<\/p>\n

And headin\u2019 for the gate.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Well, he\u2019s big around the middle<\/p>\n

And he\u2019s broad across the rump,<\/p>\n

Runnin\u2019 ninety miles and hour<\/p>\n

Taking thirty feet a jump.<\/p>\n

He ain\u2019t never been caught;<\/p>\n

He ain\u2019t never been treed.<\/p>\n

Some folks say, he\u2019s a lot like me.<\/p>\n

Freeze dried pork chops, crackers, and cheese,<\/p>\n

We put \u2018em in a bear bag and hung \u2018em in a tree.<\/p>\n

Looked in the trees and our rations were gone<\/p>\n

Ole Slewfoot\u2019s done made himself at home.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Well, I got me a ranger and I got me a gun,<\/p>\n

We found ole Slewfoot and got him on the run.<\/p>\n

Chased him up a holler and down in the well,<\/p>\n

We shot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THE SOUND OF MUSIC<\/h1>\n

The hills are alive with the sound of music,<\/p>\n

With songs that have been sung for a thousand years.<\/p>\n

The hills are alive with the sound of music,<\/p>\n

My heart wants to sing every song it hears.<\/p>\n

My heart wants to beat like the wings<\/p>\n

Of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees.<\/p>\n

My heart wants to sigh like a chime<\/p>\n

That flies from a church on a breeze,<\/p>\n

To laugh like a brook when it trips<\/p>\n

And falls over stones on its way.<\/p>\n

To sing through the night like a lark<\/p>\n

Who is learning to pray.<\/p>\n

I come to the hills when my heart is lonely,<\/p>\n

I know I will hear what I\u2019ve heard before.<\/p>\n

My heart will be blessed with the sound of music,<\/p>\n

And I\u2019ll sing one more.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>LAREDO<\/h1>\n

As I walked out on the streets of Laredo,<\/p>\n

As I walked out in Laredo one day.<\/p>\n

I spied a poor cowboy<\/p>\n

All wrapped in white linen,<\/p>\n

All wrapped in white linen<\/p>\n

As cold as the clay.<\/p>\n

Oh, beat the drum slowly,<\/p>\n

And play the fife lowly,<\/p>\n

And play the dead march<\/p>\n

As you carry me along.<\/p>\n

Take me to the green valley,<\/p>\n

There place the sod o\u2019er me;<\/p>\n

For I\u2019m a young cowboy<\/p>\n

And I know I\u2019ve done wrong.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>LAREDO<\/h1>\n

As I walked out,<\/p>\n

On the streets of Laredo,<\/p>\n

As I walked out,<\/p>\n

In Laredo one day.<\/p>\n

I spied a poor cowboy,<\/p>\n

All wrapped in white linen,<\/p>\n

All wrapped in white linen,<\/p>\n

As cold as the clay.<\/p>\n

I see by your outfit,<\/p>\n

That your are a cowboy,<\/p>\n

These words he did say,<\/p>\n

As I boldly stepped by<\/p>\n

Come, sit down beside me,<\/p>\n

And hear my sad story,<\/p>\n

I\u2019m shot in the heart,<\/p>\n

And I\u2019m going to die.<\/p>\n

Now once in the saddle,<\/p>\n

I used to go dashing.<\/p>\n

Yes, once in the saddle,<\/p>\n

I used to be gay.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d dress myself up,<\/p>\n

And go to the card-house.<\/p>\n

I got myself shot,<\/p>\n

And I\u2019m dying today.<\/p>\n

Get six husky cowboys<\/p>\n

To carry my coffin.<\/p>\n

Get six lovely maidens<\/p>\n

To sing me a song.<\/p>\n

And beat the drum slowly,<\/p>\n

And play the fife lowly,<\/p>\n

For I\u2019m a young cowboy<\/p>\n

And I know I\u2019ve done wrong.<\/p>\n

Oh, please go and bring me<\/p>\n

A cup of cold water<\/p>\n

To cool my parched lips,<\/p>\n

They are burning, he said.<\/p>\n

Before I could get it,<\/p>\n

His soul had departed,<\/p>\n

And gone to it\u2019s Maker,<\/p>\n

The cowboy was dead.<\/p>\n

We, beat the drum slowly,<\/p>\n

And played the fife lowly,<\/p>\n

And wept in our grief,<\/p>\n

As we bore him along.<\/p>\n

For we all loved the young cowboy,<\/p>\n

So brave and so handsome.<\/p>\n

We loved the young cowboy,<\/p>\n

Although he done wrong.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>WAIT TILL THE SUN SHINES NELLIE<\/h1>\n

Wait till the sun shines, Nellie<\/p>\n

And the grey skies turn to blue,<\/p>\n

You know I love you, Nellie, \u2018deed I do.<\/p>\n

We\u2019ll face the years together,<\/p>\n

Sweethearts, you and I.<\/p>\n

So won\u2019t you wait till the sunshines, Nellie,<\/p>\n

Bye and bye.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>SWEET BETSY FROM PIKE<\/h1>\n

Did you ever hear tell of sweet Besty for Pike,<\/p>\n

Who crossed the wide prairie with her lover Ike,<\/p>\n

With two yoke of cattle and one spotted hog,<\/p>\n

A tall Shanghai rooster and an old yaller dog?<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Sing too-ral-li-oo-ral-li-oo-ral-li-ay<\/p>\n

Sing too-ral-li-oo-ral-li-oo-ral-li-ay<\/p>\n

One evening quite early they camped on the Platte,<\/p>\n

\u2018Twas near by the road on a green shady flat,<\/p>\n

Where Betsy, quite tired, lay down to repose,<\/p>\n

While with wonder Ike gazed on his Pike County rose.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

They swam the wide rivers and crossed the tall peaks,<\/p>\n

And camped on the prairie for weeks upon weeks;<\/p>\n

Starvation and cholera and hard work and slaughter,<\/p>\n

They reached California spite of hell and high water<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Out on the prairie one bright starry night,<\/p>\n

They broke out the whiskey and Betsy got tight;<\/p>\n

She sang and she shouted and danced o\u2019er the plain,<\/p>\n

And made a great show for the whole wagon train.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

The injun came down in a wild yelling horde,<\/p>\n

And Betsy was skeered they would scalp her adored;<\/p>\n

Behind the front wagon wheel Betsy did crawl,<\/p>\n

And fought off the injuns with musket and ball.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

They soon reached the desert, where Betsy gave out,<\/p>\n

And down in the sand she lay rolling about;<\/p>\n

While Ike in great terror looked on in suprise,<\/p>\n

Saying, \"Betsy, get up, you\u2019ll get sand in your eyes.\"<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

The alkai desert was burning and bare,<\/p>\n

And Issac shrank form the death that lurked there;<\/p>\n

\"Dear old Pike County, I\u2019ll go back to you.\"<\/p>\n

Says Betsy, \"You\u2019ll go by yourself if you do.\"<\/p>\n

Saying, Good-bye, Pike County, Farewell for a while;<\/p>\n

I\u2019d go back tonight, if it was but a mile.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Sweet Betsy got up in a great deal of pain,<\/p>\n

And declared she\u2019d go back to Pike County again;<\/p>\n

Then Ike heaved a sigh and the fondly embraced,<\/p>\n

And she traveled along with his arm \u2018round her waist.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

The wagon tipped over with a terrible crash,<\/p>\n

And out on the prairie rolled all sorts of trash;<\/p>\n

A few little baby clothes done up with care,<\/p>\n

Looked rather supicious - though t\u2019was all on the square.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

The Sahanghai ran off and the cattle all died,<\/p>\n

The last piece of bacon that morning was fried;<\/p>\n

Poor Ike got discouraged and Betsy got mad,<\/p>\n

The dog wagged his tail and looked wonderfully sad.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

One morning they climbed up a very high hill,<\/p>\n

And with wonder looked down into Placerville;<\/p>\n

Ike shouted and said as he cast his eyes down,<\/p>\n

\"Sweet Betsy, my darling, we\u2019ve got to Hangtown.\"<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Long Ike and sweet Betsy attended a dance,<\/p>\n

Where Ike wore a pair of Pike County pants;<\/p>\n

Sweet Betsy was covered with ribbons and rings,<\/p>\n

Quote Ike, \"You\u2019re an angle, but where are your wings?\"<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

A miner said, \"Betsy, will you dance with me?\"<\/p>\n

\"I will that, old hoss, if you don\u2019t make too free.<\/p>\n

But, don\u2019t dance me hard, do you want to know why?<\/p>\n

Doggone you, I\u2019m choke \u2018full of strong alkai.\"<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Long Ike and seet Betsy got married of course,<\/p>\n

But Ike getting jealous obtained a divorce;<\/p>\n

And Betsy, well satisfied, said with a shout,<\/p>\n

\"Good-bye, you old lummox, I\u2019m glad you backed out.\"<\/p>\n

Saying, Good-bye, dear Issac, Farewell for a while;<\/p>\n

But, come back in time, to replenish my pile.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>TENNESSEE STUD<\/h1>\n

Along about eighteen-hundred and twenty-five,<\/p>\n

I left Tennessee very much alive,<\/p>\n

And I never would have got through the Arkansas mud<\/p>\n

If I hadn\u2019t been ridin\u2019 that Tennessee Stud.<\/p>\n

I had some trouble with my sweetheart\u2019s Pa,<\/p>\n

And one of here brothers was a bad outlaw.<\/p>\n

I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud,<\/p>\n

Then I rode away on the Tennessee Stud.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

The Tennessee Stud was long and lean,<\/p>\n

The color of the sun and his eyes were green.<\/p>\n

He had the nerve and he had the blood,<\/p>\n

And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud.<\/p>\n

We drifted on down into no-man\u2019s land,<\/p>\n

We crossed that river called the Rio Grand.<\/p>\n

I raced my horse with the Spaniards\u2019 folks,<\/p>\n

\u2018Till I got me a skin covered with silver and gold.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Me and a gambler, we couldn\u2019t agree,<\/p>\n

We got in a fight over a pair of queens.<\/p>\n

We jerked our guns and he fell with a thud,<\/p>\n

And I got away on that Tennessee Stud.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Well, I got just as lonesome as a man can be,<\/p>\n

A dreaming of my girl in Tennessee.<\/p>\n

The Tennessee Stud\u2019s green eyes turned blue,<\/p>\n

\u2018Cause he was a dreamin\u2019 of a sweetheart too.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

We dropped right back across Arkansas,<\/p>\n

I whipped her brother, I whipped her Pa.<\/p>\n

When I found that girl with the golden hair,<\/p>\n

She was a ridin\u2019 that Tennessee Mare.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Stirrip in stirrip, and side by side,<\/p>\n

We crossed them mountains and the valleys wide,<\/p>\n

We came to Big Muddy, then we forded a flood,<\/p>\n

On the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a pretty little baby on the cabin floor,<\/p>\n

And a little horse colt, laying around the door.<\/p>\n

I love that girl with the golden hair,<\/p>\n

And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare.<\/p>\n

(spoken)<\/p>\n

They\u2019s good horses.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>TODAYChorus:<\/p>\n

Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine,<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll taste your strawberries, I\u2019ll drink your sweet wine.<\/p>\n

A million tomorrows shall all pass away;<\/p>\n

Ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll be a dandy and I\u2019ll be a rover.<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll know who I am by the songs that I sing.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll feast at your table, I\u2019ll sleep in your clover.<\/p>\n

Who cares what tomorrow shall bring.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t be contented with yesterday\u2019s glory.<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t live on promises, winter to spring.<\/p>\n

Today is my moment and now is my story.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll laugh and I\u2019ll cry and I\u2019ll sing.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>LITTLE TOM TINKER<\/h1>\n

Little Tom Tinker got burned by a clinker,<\/p>\n

And he began to cry. Ma! Ma!<\/p>\n

Poor little innocent guy.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>TUMBLING TUMBLEWEEDS<\/h1>\n

See them tumbling down,<\/p>\n

Nodding their heads to the ground,<\/p>\n

Lonely, but free I\u2019ll be found,<\/p>\n

Drifting along with the tumblin\u2019 tumbleweeds.<\/p>\n

Cares of the past left behind,<\/p>\n

Nowhere to ride but I\u2019ll find,<\/p>\n

Just where the trail will wind,<\/p>\n

Drifting along with the tumblin\u2019 tumbleweeds.<\/p>\n

I know when night is gone,<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a new world born at dawn,<\/p>\n

Deep in my heart is a song,<\/p>\n

Here on the range I belong,<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll keep rollin\u2019 along,<\/p>\n

Drifting along with the tumblin\u2019 tumbleweeds.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>VIVE L\u2019AMOUR<\/h1>\n

Come all you young fellows and join in our song,<\/p>\n

Vive la compagnie!<\/p>\n

Success to each other and pass it along,<\/p>\n

Vive la compagnie!<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Vive la, vive la, vive l\u2019amour.<\/p>\n

Vive la, vive la, vive l\u2019amour.<\/p>\n

Vive l\u2019amour, vive l\u2019amour,<\/p>\n

Vive la compagnie!<\/p>\n

A friend on your left and a friend on your right,<\/p>\n

Vive la compagnie!<\/p>\n

In love and good fellowship, let us unite,<\/p>\n

Vive la compagnie!<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Now wider and wider, our circle expands,<\/p>\n

Vive la compagnie!<\/p>\n

We sing to our comrades, in far away lands,<\/p>\n

Vive la compagnie!<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>WABASH CANNONBALL<\/h1>\n

From the green Atlantic Ocean to the white Pacific Shore,<\/p>\n

From the green flowing mountains,<\/p>\n

To the southbound along the shore,<\/p>\n

She\u2019s mighty tall and handsome,<\/p>\n

She\u2019s known quite well by all<\/p>\n

The regular combination on that Wabash Cannonball.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Listen to that jingle, the rumble and that roar,<\/p>\n

As she glides along the woodlands,<\/p>\n

O\u2019er hills and by the shore.<\/p>\n

Hear the mighty rush of the engine,<\/p>\n

Hear the lonesome hobos call<\/p>\n

As they ramble on across the country<\/p>\n

On that Wabash Cannonball.<\/p>\n

Well the eastern states are dandy, you hear most people say,<\/p>\n

From New York to St. Louis and ole Chicago by the way,<\/p>\n

To the hills of Minnesota, where them ripping waters fall,<\/p>\n

No changes need be taken on that Wabash Cannonball.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Well here\u2019s to Daddy Flagston, may his name forever stand,<\/p>\n

And here\u2019s for Tennessee, many places throughout the land,<\/p>\n

The Darmouth race is over,<\/p>\n

And curtains have been pulled and drawed.<\/p>\n

Gonna take them back to Dixie on that Wabash Cannonball.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

We came down to Nashville on a warm November day,<\/p>\n

When we rolled into that station I heard somebody say,<\/p>\n

The boys are from Carolina, they\u2019re big and thick and tall.<\/p>\n

They\u2019re comin\u2019 down to pick us a few,<\/p>\n

They rode the Wabash Cannonball.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

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<\/a>WALTZING MATILDA<\/h1>\n

Once a jolly swagman camped beside the Billabong,<\/p>\n

Under the shade of a coolibah tree,<\/p>\n

And he sang as he watched, and waited \u2018till his billy boiled<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me.<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me<\/p>\n

(sing the last two lines of each verse)<\/p>\n

And he sang as he watched, and waited \u2018till his billy boiled<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me.<\/p>\n

Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the Billabong,<\/p>\n

Up jump the swagman and seized him with glee,<\/p>\n

And he sang as he talked to the jumbuck in his tuckerbag,<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Down came the stockman, riding on his thoroughbred,<\/p>\n

Down came the troopers, one, two, three.<\/p>\n

Where\u2019s the jolly jumbuck you\u2019ve got in you tuckerbag.<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me.<\/p>\n

CHORUS<\/p>\n

Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the Billabong,<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll never take me alive, said he.<\/p>\n

And his ghost may be heard as you pass along the Billabong,<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll come a waltzing Matilda with me.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>WHATEVER WILL BE, WILL BE<\/h1>\n

When I was just a little girl<\/p>\n

I ask my mother: \"What will I be?<\/p>\n

Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?\"<\/p>\n

Here\u2019s what she said to me:<\/p>\n

\"Que sera, sera, whatever will be, will be;<\/p>\n

The future\u2019s not ours to see.<\/p>\n

Que sera, sera, whatever will be, will be.<\/p>\n

Que sera, sera!\"<\/p>\n

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<\/a>WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN<\/h1>\n

Oh, when the Saints, go marching in,<\/p>\n

Oh, when the Saints, go marching in,<\/p>\n

Oh Lord, I want to be in that number,<\/p>\n

When the Saints go marching in.<\/p>\n

(other verses)<\/p>\n

Oh, when the new world is revealed.<\/p>\n

Oh, when they gather \u2018round the throne.<\/p>\n

And when they crown Him King of Kings.<\/p>\n

And when the sun will shine no more.<\/p>\n

And when the moon has turned to blood.<\/p>\n

And when the earth has turned to fire.<\/p>\n

And on that hallelujah day.<\/p>\n

Oh, when the Saints go marching in.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE<\/h1>\n

Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing.<\/p>\n

Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago.<\/p>\n

Where have all the flowers gone?<\/p>\n

Young girls picked them everyone.<\/p>\n

When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?<\/p>\n

Where have all the young girls gone? Long time passing.<\/p>\n

Where have all the young girls gone? Long time ago.<\/p>\n

Where have all the young girls gone?<\/p>\n

They\u2019ve gone to young men everyone.<\/p>\n

When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?<\/p>\n

Where have all the young men gone? Long time passing.<\/p>\n

Where have all the young men gone? Long time ago.<\/p>\n

Where have all the young men gone?<\/p>\n

They\u2019ve gone to soldiers everyone.<\/p>\n

When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?<\/p>\n

Where have all the soldiers gone? Long time passing.<\/p>\n

Where have all the soldiers gone? Long time ago.<\/p>\n

Where have all the soldiers gone?<\/p>\n

They\u2019ve gone to graveyards everyone.<\/p>\n

When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?<\/p>\n

Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time passing.<\/p>\n

Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time ago.<\/p>\n

Where have all the graveyards gone?<\/p>\n

They\u2019ve gone to flowers everyone.<\/p>\n

When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?<\/p>\n

Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing.<\/p>\n

Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago.<\/p>\n

Where have all the flowers gone?<\/p>\n

Young girls picked them everyone.<\/p>\n

When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?<\/p>\n

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<\/a>I\u2019VE BEEN WORKING ON THE RAILROAD<\/h1>\n

I\u2019ve been working on the railroad
\nAll the live long day,
\nI\u2019ve been working on the railroad
\nTo pass the time away.
\nDon\u2019t ya\u2019 hear the whistle blowin\u2019
\nRise up so early in the morn\u2019
\nDon\u2019t you hear the captain shoutin\u2019,
\nDinah, blow yo\u2019 horn.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>You\u2019re a Grand Old Flag<\/h1>\n

You\u2019re a grand old flag, you\u2019re a high-flying flag,
\nForever in peace may you wave.
\nYou\u2019re the emblem of, the land I love,
\nThe home of the free and the brave.
\nEvery heart beats true for the red, white, and blue,
\nWhere there\u2019s never a boast or a brag.
\nBut should old acquaintance be forgot,
\nKeep your eye on the grand old flag.<\/p>\n

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