Songs 81 to 100

sung by Sons of the Pioneers

sung by Bing Crosby

Oh! Susanna

by Stephen Foster

Al Jolson lyrics –

Oh I come from Alabama wid ma banjo on my knee

I'se a gwine to Louisiana my true love fo' to see

Oh it rained so hard the day I left the wedda it was dry

The sun so hot I froze to death Susanna don't you cry

Oh! Susanna don't you cry for me

I'm a come from Alabama wid my banjo on my knee

Oh I had a dream de udda night when everything was still

I thought I saw Susanna dear a-coming down de hill

De buckwheat cake was in her mouth de tear was in her eye

Says I was coming from de South Susanna don't you cry

Oh! Susanna don't you cry for me

I'm a come from Alabama wid my banjo on my knee

Oh! Susanna don't you cry for me

I've a come from Alabama with ma banjo on my knee.

#82

sung by Al Jolson

sung by John McEuen

Steven Foster

Sweet Betsy from Pike

by John A. Stone

Burl Ives lyrics –

Do you remember sweet Betsy from Pike

Crossed the big mountain with her lover Ike

With two yoke of oxen a big yaller dog

A tall Shanghai rooster and one spottled hog

Hoodle dang polly dido hoodle dang polly day

They soon reached the desert where Betsy give out

Down on the sand she lay rolling about

Ike he gazed at her with sobs and with sighs

Quoth he, "Get up Betsy you'll get sand in your eyes."

Hoodle dang polly dido hoodle dang polly day

The Shanghai run off and the cattle all died

The last piece of bacon that mornin' was fried

Ike got discouraged and Betsy got mad

The dog wagged his tail and looked wonderf'ly sad

Hoodle dang polly dido hoodle dang polly day

Long Ike and sweet Betsy attended a dance

Ike wore a pair of his Pike County pants

Sweet Betsy was dressed up in ribbons and rings

Quoth Ike, "You're an angel, but where are your wings?"

Hoodle dang polly dido hoodle dang polly day

A miner come up says will you dance with me

I will you old hoss if you don't make too free

And I'll tell ya the reason da you want ta know why

Doggone you I'm chuck full of strong alkalai

Hoodle dang polly dido hoodle dang polly day.

#83

sung by Burl Ives

sung by Johnny Cash

Burl Ives

The Colorado Trail

Traditional

Bar D Wranglers lyrics –

Stars fading in the night

Day's gone a-gray

Sun will be a-risin' soon

Everything will lay

Weep all ye little rains

Wail winds wail

All along along along

The Colorado trail

Eyes like the mornin' star

Cheeks like a rose

Laura was a pretty girl

God Almighty knows

Weep all ye little rains

Wail winds wail

All along along along

The Colorado trail

[Violin and Guitar]

Ride all the lonely night

Ride through the day

Keep the herd a-movin' on

Movin' on its way

Weep all ye little rains

Wail winds wail

All along along along

The Colorado trail

All along along along

The Colorado trail.

#84

sung by Bar D Wranglers

sung by Don Edwards

Keep the herd a-movin' on

When Roy Rogers Was Around

by W. C. Jameson

Bill Barwick lyrics –

I paid my dime, took my seat

Watched him ride across the silver screen

Catchin' the bad guys... savin' the town

Life was a whole lot better when Roy Rogers was around.

Lord it was a different time back then

Life was good and men were men

Never had no worries... never saw a frown

Life was a whole lot better when Roy Rogers was around.

Roy never gave up, he never gave in

Never backed down, he'd always win

Never compromised with the bad guys nobody... pushed him around

Life was a whole lot better when Roy Rogers was around.

[Guitar]

Now life was a whole lot sweeter then

Skies seemed bluer and the grass was greener

Nothin' bad ever lasted long... nothin' much got you down

Life was a whole lot better when Roy Rogers was around.

I still see Roy a-ridin' in my dreams

Trigger and Dale still look the same

Got me through some hard times... saw me safe and sound

Life was a whole lot better when Roy Rogers was around.

Roy never gave up, never gave in

Never backed down, he'd always win

Never compromised with the bad guys nobody... pushed him around

Life was a whole lot better, life was a whole lot better

Life was a whole lot better when Roy Rogers was around.

[Guitar]

#85

sung by Bill Barwick

sung by W. C. Jameson

Navajo Rug

by Ian Tyson and Tom Russell

Ian Tyson lyrics –

Well it's two eggs up on whiskey toast

Home fries on the side

Wash 'er down with the roadhouse coffee

Burns up your inside

It's just a Cañon, Colorado diner

And a waitress I did love

I sat in the back 'neath an old stuffed bear

And a worn out Navajo rug

Now old Jack the boss, he left at six

And it's "Katie, bar the door."

She'd pull down that Navajo rug

And she spread it 'cross the floor

Hey, I saw lightning cross the sacred mountains

Saw them woven turtle doves

When I was lyin' next to Katie

On that old Navajo rug

Aye, aye, aye, Katie

Shades of red and blue

Aye, aye, aye, Katie

Whatever became of the Navajo rug and you?

Katie, shades of red and blue

Well, I saw old Jack about a year ago

He said, "The place burned to the ground

"And all I saved was this old bear tooth

"And Katie she's left town."

"Ah, but Katie, she got her souvenir too,"

Jack spat a tobacco plug

"Well you should have seen her comin' through the smoke

"A-draggin' that Navajo rug."

Aye, aye, aye, Katie

Shades of red and blue

Aye, aye, aye, Katie

Whatever became of the Navajo rug and you?

So every time I cross the sacred mountains

And lightning breaks above

It always takes me back in time

To my long lost Katie love

But everything keeps on a-movin'

Everybody's on the go

Hey you don't find things that last any more

Like an ol' woven Navajo

Aye, aye, aye, Katie

Shades of red and blue

Aye, aye, aye, Katie

Whatever became of the Navajo rug and you

Katie, shades of red and blue

Aye, aye, aye, Katie

Whatever became of the Navajo rug and you

Katie, shades of red and blue...

#86

sung by Ian Tyson

sung by Jerry Jeff Walker

Remember the Alamo

by Jane Bowers

Donovan lyrics –

A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die

By a line that he drew with his sword as the battle drew nigh

A man that crossed over the line was for glory

And he that was left better fly

And over the line crossed a hundred and seventy-nine

Hey up Santy Anna they're killin' your soldiers below

So the rest of Texas will know

And remember the Alamo

Jim Bowie lay dyin' his blood and his powder were dry

But his knife at the ready to take him a few in reply

Young Davy Crockett lay laughin' and dyin'

The blood and the sweat in his eyes

For Texas and freedom a man was more willin' to die

Hey up Santy Anna they're killin' your soldiers below

So the rest of Texas will know

And remember the Alamo

A courier came to battle once bloody and loud

And found only skin and bones where he once left a crowd

Fear not little darlin' of dyin'

If the world is sovereign and free

For we'll fight to the last for as long as liberty be

Hey up Santy Anna they're killin' your soldiers below

So the rest of Texas will know

And remember the Alamo

And remember the Alamo.

#87

sung by Donovan

sung by Johnny Cash

Col. William Travis

Gen. Santa Anna

Billy the Kid

Traditional

Marty Robbins lyrics –

I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid

I'll sing of some desperate deeds that he did

Way out in New Mexico long long ago

When a man's only chance was his own forty-four

When Billy the Kid was a very young lad

In old Silver City he went to the bad

Way out in the West with a gun in his hand

At the age of twelve years he did kill his first man

There's Mexican maidens play guitars and sing

Songs about Billy, their boy bandit king

'Ere his young manhood has reached its sad end

With a notch on his pistol for twenty-one men

Was on a sad night when poor Billy died

He said to his friends, "I'm not satisfied

There's twenty-one men I have put bullets through

Sheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty-two!"

I'll sing you how Billy the Kid met his fate

The bright moon was shinin' the hour was late

Shot down by Pat Garrett who once was his friend

The young outlaw's life is now come to an end.

There's many a man with a face fine and fair

Who start out in life with a chance to be square

Just like poor Billy they wander astray

They'll lose their lives in the very same way.

#88

sung by Marty Robbins

sung by Woody Guthrie

Wm. Bonney / Billy the Kid

Pat Garrett

Life's Railway to Heaven

by Charles Davis Tillman

Patsy Cline lyrics –

Life is like a mountain railroad

With an engineer that's brave

We must make the run successful

From the cradle to the grave

Watch the curves the hills and tunnels

Never falter never fail

Keep your hand upon the throttle

And your eye upon the rail

Blessed Savior thou will guide us

Till we reach that blissful shore

Where the angels wait to join us

In that great forevermore

Blessed Savior thou will guide us

Till we reach that blissful shore

Where the angels wait to join us

In that great forevermore.

#89

sung by Patsy Cline

sung by Boxcar Willie

Patsy Cline