THE JAMES ALLEY BLUES The times ain´t now nothin´ like they used to be The times ain´t now nothin´ like they used to be I´ll tell you the truth; won´t you take my word from me? I´ve seen better days, but I ain´t puttin´ up with these I´ve seen better days, but I ain´t puttin´ up with these I had lot better times with the women down in New Orleans Cause I was born in the country she thinks I´m easy to lose Cause I was born in the country she thinks I´m easy to lose She wants to hitch me to a wagon and drive me like a mule I bought her a gold ring and I paid the rent I bought her a gold ring and I paid the rent She wants me to wash her clothes, but I got good common sense If you don´t want me then why don´t you just tell me so? If you don´t want me then why don´t you just tell me so? It ain´t like a man got nowhere to go I give you sugar for sugar, but all you want is salt for salt I give you sugar for sugar, but all you want is salt for salt If you can´t get along with me, then it´s your own fault You want me to love you, but then you just treat me mean You want me to love you, but then you just treat me mean You´re my daily thought; you´re my nightly dream Sometimes I just think that you´re too sweet to die Sometimes I just think that you´re too sweet to die And other times I think you ought to be buried alive

LILLY OF THE WEST When first I came to Louisville Some pleasure there to find A damsel there from Lexington Was pleasin' to my mind Her ruby lips her rosy cheeks Like arrows pierced my breast The name she bore was Flora The Lilly of the West I courted lovely Flora Some pleasure there to find But she turned onto another man Which sore distressed my mind She stole away my liberty Deprived me of my rest Then go my lovely Flora The Lilly of the West Way down in yonder shady grove A man of low degree Conversin' with my Flora there It seemed so strange to me The answer that she gave to him It sore did me oppress I was betrayed by Flora The Lilly of the West I stepped up to my rival My dagger in my hand I seized him by the collar And I boldly bade him stand Be mad to desperation I pierced him in his breast Then go my lovely Flora The Lilly of the West Dead Men Dancing Solo And then I had to stand my trial I had to make my plea They put me in the criminal box And then commenced on me Although she swore my life away Deprived me of my rest Still I love my faithless Flora The Lilly of the West

SHENANDOAH Oh Shenandoah, I long to hear you, Away you rolling river, Oh Shenandoah, I long to hear you, Away, I'm bound away 'Cross the wide Missouri. Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter, Away you rolling river, I'll take her 'cross Your rollin' water, Away, I'm bound away 'Cross the wide Missouri. 'Tis seven years, I've been a rover, Away you rolling river, When I return, I'll be your lover, Away, I'm bound away 'Cross the wide Missouri. Oh Shenandoah, I'm bound to leave you. Away you rolling river, Oh Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you. Away, I'm bound away 'Cross the wide Missouri.

O MARY DON'T YOU WEEP Well if I could I surely would Stand on the rock where Moses stood Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep Well Mary wore three links and chains On every link was Jesus' name Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep Well one of these nights bout 12 o'clock This old world is gonna rock Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep Well Moses stood on the Red Sea shore Smote' the water with a two by four Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep (O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn) (O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn) (Pharaoh's army got drownded) (O Mary don't you weep) Well old Mr. Satan he got mad Missed that soul that he thought he had Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep Brothers and sisters don't you cry There'll be good times by and by Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep Well O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep Solo God gave Noah the rainbow sign "No more water but fire next time" Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn Pharaoh's army got drownded O Mary don't you weep (O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn) (O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn) (Pharaoh's army got drownded) (O Mary don't you weep)

THE WATER IS WIDE The water is wide I cannot cross over And neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat That will carry two And both shall roam My Love and I A ship there is And she sails the sea Sailing as deep As deep can be But not so deep As the love I'm in And I know not How I sink or swim I leaned my back Against some young oak Thinking she was A trusty tree But first she bent And then she broke And thus did my False love to me The water is wide I cannot cross over And neither have I wings to fly Build me aboat That will carry two And both shall roam My Love and I

500 MILES If you miss this train I’m on then you’ll know that I have gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles A hundred miles A hundred miles A hundred miles You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles Lord I’m one Lord I’m two Lord I’m three Lord I’m four Lord I’m five hundred miles from my home Five hundred miles five hundred miles five hundred miles five hundred miles Lord I’m five hundred miles from my home Not a shirt on my back not a penny to my name Lord I can’t go on home this a-way This a-way this a-way this a-way this a-way Lord I can’t go on home this a-way If you miss this train I’m on then you’ll know that I have gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles A hundred miles A hundred miles A hundred miles You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles Solo Guitar Lord I’m one Lord I’m two Lord I’m three Lord I’m four Lord I’m five hundred miles from my home Five hundred miles five hundred miles five hundred miles five hundred miles Lord I’m five hundred miles from my home Five hundred miles five hundred miles five hundred miles five hundred miles Lord I’m five hundred miles from my home Da da da da da da da di dada da da dada da di Da da da di dada da da dada da di

ST. CLAIR´S DEFEAT Was November the fourth in the year of ninety-one We had a sore engagement near to Fort Jefferson Sinclair was our commander, which may remembered be But we left nine hundred soldiers in that Western Territory At Bunker’s Hill and in Quebec, where many a hero fell Likewise out on Long Island, it is I the truth can tell But such a dreadful carnage, never did I see As happened all out on the plains, near the River St. Marie Our militia was attacked, just as the day did break And soon were overpowered, and forced into retreat They killed major Ouldham, and major Briggs likewise While horrid yells of anguished souls resounded through the skies Major Butler he was wounded the very second fire His manly bosom swelled with rage they forced him to retire Like one distracted he appeared, when thus exclaim-ed he Ye hounds of Hell shall all be slain but what revenged I’ll be We had not very long been broke, when General Butler fell He cries my boys I’m wounded, pray take me off this field My word says he, what shall we do, we’re wounded every man Go charge your valiant heros and beat them if you can He leaned his back against a tree, and there resigned his breath And like a valiant soldier, sunk into the arms of death When blessed angels did await, his spirit to convey Into celestial fields, he did quickly bend his way We charged again and took our ground, which did our hearts elate But there we did not tarry long, they soon made us retreat They killed our major Ferguson, which caused his men to cry Stand to your guns says valiant Ford, we’ll fight until we die Our cannon balls exhausted, artillery men all slain Our musketeers and riflemen, their fire they did sustain Three hours more we fought like men, and they were forced to yield While three hundred bloody warriors lay stretched across the filed Says colonel Gibson to his men, my boys be not dismayed I’m sure that true Virginians were never yet afraid Ten thousand deaths I’d rather die, than they should gain this field With that he got a fatal shot, causing him to yield Says major Clark, my heros, we can no longer stand We shall strive to form in order, and retreat the best we can The word retreat being passed around, they raised a dreadful cry Then helter skelter through the woods like wolves and sheep they fly We left the wounded on the field, O heavens what a shock! And many bones were shattered, and strewn across the rock With scalping knives and tomahawks, they robbed some of their breath While raging flames of torment, tortured other men to death Was November the fourth in the year of ninety-one We had a sore engagement near to Fort Jefferson Sinclair was our commander, which may remembered be But we left nine hundred soldiers in that Western Territory

OLD TEXAS I'm going to leave Old Texas now They got no place for the long horned cow They've roped and fenced all over the range And the people there are all so strange I'll take my horse and I'll take my rope I'll hit the trail upon a lope I'll bid adios to the Alamo I'll turn my face down to Mexico I'm going to leave Old Texas now They got no place for the long horned cow They've roped and fenced all over the range And the people there are all so strange

BUFFALO SKINNERS 'Twas in the town of Jacksburo, in the year of '73 That a man by the name of Kreggo come walking up to me Saying how you doing young feller and would you like to go To spend the summer pleasantly on the range of the buffalo Me being out of employment, to Kreggo I did say This summer on the buffalo range depends upon the pay For if you pay good wages, transportation to and fro' It's likely I go with you to the range of the buffalo Yes I will pay good wages, and transportation too If you'll agree to work for me until the season's through But if you do get homesick and you try to run away You'll starve to death on the buffalo range, and also lose your pay With all this fancy talking he set up quite a plan Some ten or twelve in number, all able bodied men Our trip it was a pleasant one as we hit the westward road Until we reached Las Cruces in old New Mexico Well then our pleasures ended and our troubles they begun When lightning struck the wagon boys and made the buffalo run A thousand head a-breathin' fire, stampeding they did go And outlaws waiting to pick us off from the hills of Mexico Well the working season ended but the drover would not pay He said 'you boys been extravagant , your all in debt to me' But the cowboys never heard such a thing as a bankrupt drover-o So they left his bones to bleach in the hills of Mexico Across the Rio Grande my boys and homeward we are bound No one on this buffalo range will ever more be found Go home to your wives and sweethearts, tell others not to go To spend the summer pleasantly on the range of the buffalo

MIGHTY DAY I remember one September, When storm winds swept the town; The high tide from the ocean, Lord, Put water all around. Wasn't that a mighty day, A mighty day A mighty day, Great God, that morning When the storm winds swept the town! There was a sea-wall there in Galveston To keep the waters down, But the high tide from the ocean, Lord, Put water in the town. The trumpets warned the people, 'You'd better leave this place!' But they never meant to leave their homes Till death was in their face. Wasn't that a mighty day, A mighty day A mighty day, Great God, that morning When the storm winds swept the town! The trains they all were loaded With people leaving town; The tracks gave way to the ocean, Lord, And the trains they went on down. The seas began to rolling, The ships they could not land; I heard a Captain crying, 'God, please save a drowning man!' Wasn't that a mighty day, A mighty day A mighty day, Great God, that morning When the storm winds swept the town! The waters, like some river, Came a-rushing to and fro; I saw my father drowning, God, And I watched my mother go! Now death, your hands are icy; You've got them on my knee. You took away my mother, Now you're coming after me! Wasn't that a mighty day, A mighty day A mighty day, Great God, that morning When the storm winds swept the town!

NO PAYDAY IN DETROIT Payday, it’s payday, oh, payday, Payday in Detroit no more, Payday in Detroit no more. Bye bye, bye bye, oh, bye bye, Bye bye, my woman, I’m gone, Bye bye, my woman, I’m gone. You’ll miss me, you’ll miss me, you’ll miss me, Baby gonna miss me when I’m gone, Baby gonna miss me when I’m gone. Easy rider, easy rider, oh easy rider, Won’t be ridin’ easy any more, Won’t be ridin’ easy any more. Payday, it’s payday, oh, payday, Payday at Detroit no more, Payday at Detroit no more.

KILGARY MOUNTAIN As I was a-walkin' over Kilgary Mountain I met with Capt. Pepper and his money he was countin' I rattled my pistols and I drew forth my saber Sayin', 'Stand and deliver, for I am the bold deceiver' Musha rig um du rum da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There's whiskey in the jar I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny I put it in my pocket for to take it home to Jenny She promised and she vowed she never would deceive me But the devil's in the women and they always lie so easy Musha rig um du rum da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There's whiskey in the jar When I was awakened between six and seven The guards all around me in numbers odd and even I flew to my pistols, but alas I was mistaken For Jenny's drawn my pistols and a prisoner I was taken Musha rig um du rum da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There's whiskey in the jar They put me into prison without judge or writin' For robbing Capt. Pepper on Kilgary Mountain But they didn't take my fists so I knocked the sentry down And bid a fond farewell to the jail in Limric town Musha rig um du rum da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There's whiskey in the jar I wish I'd find my brother, the one that's in the army I don't know where he's stationed, in Cork or in Kelarny Together we'd go ramblin o'er the mountains of Kilkenny I know he's treat me better than my darlin' sportin' Jenny Musha rig um du rum da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There's whiskey in the jar Now some take delight in fishin' and a-bowlin' And others take delight in carriages a-rollin' But I take delight in the juice of the barley And courtin' pretty maidens in the morning oh so early Musha rig um du rum da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There's whiskey in the jar

THE CRUEL WAR The cruel war is raging, Johnny has to fight I long to be with him From morning till night I want to be with him Oh it grieves my heart So Won't you let me come with you? No, my love no Tomorrow is Sunday Monday is the day That your captain will call you And you must obey Your captain will call you Oh it grieves my heart So won't you let me come with you? No, my love no I'll tie back my hair Men's clothing I'll put on I'll pass for your comrade As we march along I'll pass for your comrade No one will ever know Won't you let me come with you? No, my love no Oh Johnny, oh Johnny I feel you are unkind I love you far better Than all of mankind I love you far better Than words can ever express Won't you let me come with you? Yes, my love yes They marched into battle She never left his side 'Til a bullet shell struck her And love was denied A bullet shell struck her Tears came to Johnny's eyes As he knelt down beside her She silently died The cruel war is raging, Johnny has to fight As he knelt down beside her She silently died The cruel war still raging, Johnny has to fight As he knelt down beside her She silently died