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Lost Indian
01:34
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Goodbye, don't you cry, I'm goin' to Louisiana
To buy a dog and big fat hog, and marry Susianna
Sing song, ding dong, take a trip to China
Cornbread and Butterbeans, sail back to Carolina
Cornbread and Butterbeans and you across the table
Eating beans and making love as long as I am able
Hoeing corn and cotton too and when the day is over
I'll ride a mule like a crazy fool and love again all over
Well wearing shoes and drinking booze, that goes against the bible
A necktie will make you die, and cause you lots of trouble
Street cars, whiskey bars and kissing pretty women
Woah man, that's the end of a terrible beginning
Chorus
I can't read and I don't care, an education's awful
Raising heck and writing checks, that ought to be unlawful
Silk hoes, frilly clothes, it's just a waste of money
I can see how glad you'd be to marry me my honey
Singing songs all day long and growing out this long beard
Playing for money it's so funny and it all seems so weird
As it seems I live the dream and I don't want to wake up
I confess I'll wear a dress and put on pretty make-up
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Old Plank Road
04:20
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My wife died on Friday night and on Saturday she was buried,
Sunday was my courtin' day and on Monday I got married,
Chorus:
I won't get drunk no more, won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more, down the old plank road
Fifteen pounds of meat a week and whiskey here to sell
How's a boy to stay at home when the pretty gals look so well
Branson, Oh Branson, why'd you treat me so
If you want for me to leave, then I will gladly go
I'd rather be in Memphis in the cold and rain
Then being out here in Chicago wearing that ball and chain
I went up to a train yard to hop a gravel train
The very next thing you heard of me I wore that ball and chain
I went up to that courthouse so I could pay my fine
The very next thing you heard of me I was on that chain gang line
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Dirty Creek Lyrics:
(Written by John Martin)
Sores on my tongue, sores on my cheek
That's what I get for riding dirty creek
She can dance, she can sing
She can give you anything
Come on boys, lettin' ya know
If they're easy, lett'em go
(Written by George Lane)
Her current's strong, her current's swift
Beware her everlasting gift
Be careful what you ask for
You'll get that and a whole lot more
Go skip a stone, on down the creek
Be mindful of the things you seek
So now you know that you will pay
For what you do and what you say
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Half Past Four
02:28
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Instrumental
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Over And Under
02:23
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Instrumental
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Ain't A Bit
02:29
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She hugged me and she kissed me and called me sugar plum
Threw her arms around me and said I love you some
Chorus: I ain't a bit drunk, drunk, drunk x3
I'm just from Alabam
I ain't a bit drunk, drunk, drunk x3
And I mean just what I say
I went to see my baby at the laundry where she folds
Says yonder come that boogie man who stole my husbands clothes
When she saw me coming, she held her head and cried
Says yonder come that boogie man where'm I gonna run and hide
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Bumble Bee In A Jug
02:55
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Instrumental
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Instrumental
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Trouble, Oh trouble, it's trouble all the time
If trouble don't kill me, I'll live a long, long time
Chorus: Ain't that trouble in mind x4
My mammy told me something, my pappy told me more
If ever I get married in this life, bring trouble through that door
My mammy told me something and it is sure to pass
A drinking and a gambling will be my ruin at last
My pappy told me something and it will surely come
I'll be in the penitentiary afore I'm twenty one
Well sometimes I have money, and sometimes I have none
When I'm out a gambling my money's soon all gone
Sometime I will have a dram, and sometimes I'll have two
When I'm on a drinking spree, no telling what I'll do
Next time I get married, it ain't goin' be for riches
Going to marry me a girl about eight feet tall
So she can't wear my britches
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Cat Came Back
01:35
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Ole Bull's Still
02:21
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Instrumental
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Ridin' Away
06:40
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Panhandlin' until night, drinkin' whiskey to feel alright
Settin' round by the fire
Hoppin' outta ol' Cheyenne, I got itchy feet, do you understand
But you were my one true desire
Chorus: Ridin' Away x3
Ridin' away from you
Hobos versus cinder dicks, yegs and burglars, us thieves are thick
And stronger than Ole Bull's moonshine
The road is hard and never ends, can't tell my foes from my friends
But you were always nice and kind
Now my travellins' are through, I beat the trail back home to you
But when I got there you were gone
There was a note tacked to your door, sayin' you can't live like this no more
I guess I best be moving on
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Fiddle Shred
04:46
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Tar and Rosin Asheville, North Carolina
Tar and Rosin is:
Chilly Coyote on Sawbox
Jon Fly Martin on Whomp Wheel
Whiskey Slim on
Chug-Chug
BoogieAnn "The Drunken Boar" on scratch-clack
Tar and Rosin is an Old Time Appalachian String Band that formed this past winter in the drunken basements and apartments of Des Moines, IA. Playing songs from Pre-Civil War Era up to the 1940', they write and perform original music as well.
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