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The Hanging Tree                                  Mack David & Jerry Livingston     #61
                    Hear another version by Frankie Laine
Marty Robbins lyrics
I came to town to search for gold
And I brought with me a memory
And I seem to hear the night wind cry,
"Go hang your dreams on the hangin' tree
Your dreams of love that could never be (could never be)
Hang your faded dreams on the hangin' tree!" (the hangin' tree)

I searched for gold and I found my gold
And I found a girl who loved just me
And I wished that I could love her too
But I'd left my heart on the hangin' tree
I'd left my heart with a memory (a memory)
And a faded dream on the hangin' tree. (the hangin' tree)

Now there were men who craved my gold
And meant to take my gold from me
When a man is gone he needs no gold
So they carried me to the hangin' tree
To join my dreams and a memory (a memory)
Yes they carried me to the hangin' tree. (the hangin' tree)

To really live you must almost die
And it happened just that way with me
They took the gold and set me free
And I walked away from the hangin' tree
I walked away from the hangin' tree (the hangin' tree)
And my own true love, she walked with me!

That's when I knew that the hangin' tree
Was a tree of life, new life for me
A tree of hope, new hope for me
A tree of love, new love tor me
The hangin' tree, (the hangin' tree), the hangin' tree, (the hangin' tree),
The hangin' tree!

 
Dust Eatin' Cowboys                                                         Dave Gordon *     #62
I laid in some wages and went on a spree
But whiskey and women got the better of me
Boys, you might as well shoot for the man in the moon
As to shoot for the girls at the Red Dog Saloon

They're too hard to handle and too cold to touch
And their two dollar kiss is a little too much
Handsome young dandies are always preferred
To the dust eatin' cowboys at the rear of the herd

There's lots of them hungry old rounders around
Who'd give a month's pay for a weekend in town
For an armful of gingham and a glass full of foam
Now they're hustlin' for train fare to take them back home

But they sold off the prairie for a fist full of change
Now there's barbed wire fences all over the range
Before they did business, they should have conferred
With the dust eatin' cowboys at the rear of the herd

[Instrumental]

Some folks think everyone wants to do right
But some people out there ain't tryin' tonight
I'd give my right arm and the other one too
If I could do better, like I never do

And I can't help recallin' the chapel bell chimes
That Peter himself denied Jesus three times
If you talk to heaven, put in a good word
For the dust eatin' cowboys at the rear of the herd
For the dust eatin' cowboys at the rear of the herd

 
Cowpoke                                                                                             Stan Jones     #63
                    Hear another version by Hank Williams, Jr.
Johnny Western lyrics
[Yodeling]

I'm lonesome but happy, rich but I'm broke
And the good Lord knows the reason I'm just a cowpoke

From Cheyenne to Douglas, all the ranges I know
Cause I drift with the wind, no one cares where I go

[Yodeling]

Well it's north in the spring if there ain't a big drouth
And as soon as it frosts I'll be headin' back south

But I ain't got a worry, 'cause I ain't got time
I'm too busy a-livin' this free life of mine

[Yodeling]

Some evenin' in the springtime a filly I'll find
And I might spend all summer with her on my mind

But I'll never be branded and never be broke
I'm a carefree range ridin', driftin' cowpoke

[Yodeling]

 
Old Timer                                                                                Waylon Jennings    #64
Waylon Jennings lyrics
I grew up in Wyoming
In and around Jackson's Hole
In the shadow of the Tetons
Where summers are hot
And winters unbearably cold
But the spring and the fall
Are always as good as it gets
For over 70 years now
I've watched the sun rise and set

I've been a cowboy
Working the roundups in spring
I've lived in the mountains
Hunted the grizzly
Trapping the rivers and streams
Always the loner
I've treasured my freedom the most
And though I never married
As a young man I might have come close

From somewhere back East
She came to the valley
With a man who did her no good
He was fast with the ladies
A tin horn gambler
And a cheat whenever he could
She had no friends or family
And most of the time he was gone
He died in a card game
And she found herself all alone

Alone and afraid and left unprotected
'Cause he was all that she had
Maybe I should have
But I never told her
So she never knew he was bad
But I'll always remember
Standing and watching her cry
There was no one to help her
But I was determined to try

I mended her fences and
Fixed up her cabin
Had everything lookin' good
I laid by her food
And wood for the winter
Helpin' wherever I could
The more I was around her
The more I wanted to be
There was something about her
That brought out a good side of me

I went into town, bought a new outfit
I got me a haircut and shave
I'd trek through the snow
For no good reason
Just to go by her cabin each day
I don't know about love
But I was quite taken in by it all
Till her brother came in the spring
And he took her back to St. Paul

I don't go down to Jackson
Ain't nothing there but motels and bars
Too damn many tourists
No place to hide
They'll find you wherever you are
They like to call me old timer
I am gettin' older I guess
But I don't like the changes
'Cause I've seen it all at its best

When my life is over
I don't want to be left in town
But up in the mountains
There is a place
I marked off my own piece of ground
High in the Tetons
Above and away from it all
From the top of old Grand
I bet on a clear day you can see
All the way to St. Paul

 
Red Headed Stranger                               Edith Lindeman & Carl Stutz     #65
                    Hear another version by Chris LeDoux
Willie Nelson lyrics
The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock Montana
Rode into town one day
Under his knees was a ragin' black stallion
Walkin' behind was a bay

The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder
His lips they were sad and tight.
His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside
And his heart was heavy as night

Don't cross him don't boss him
He's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain
Don't fight him don't spite him
Wait till tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again

A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window
Watched as he passed her way
She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion
But cast greedy eyes on the bay

But how could she know that this dancin' bay pony
Meant more to him than life
For this was the horse that his little lost darlin'
Had ridden when she was his wife

Don't cross him don't boss him
He's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain
Don't fight him don't spite him
Wait till tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again

The yellow-haired lady came down to the tavern
Looked up the stranger there
He bought her a drink and gave her some money
He just didn't seem to care

She followed him out as he saddled his stallion
An' laughed as she grabbed at the bay
He shot her so quick they had no time to warn her
She never heard anyone say

"Don't cross him, don't boss him.
"He's wild in his sorrow:
"He's ridin' an' hidin' his pain.
"Don't fight him, don't spite him;
"Wait till tomorrow,
"Maybe he'll ride on again."

The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset
Stranger went free of course.
For you can't hang a man for killin' a woman
Who's tryin' to steal your horse

This is the tale of the red headed stranger
And if he should pass your way
Stay out of the path of the ragin' black stallion
And don't lay a hand on the bay

Don't cross him don't boss him
He's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' an' hidin' his pain
Don't fight him don't spite him
Wait till tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again

 
The Last Wild White Buffalo                                           Mike Blakely     #66
I fled that Mason-Dixon feud with everything
    that I'd accrued and wandered
I'd been told of Denver gold and my soul I sold
    for passage way out yonder
Ah, but I was never meant for pannin' dust and threw
    my trust into a band of jolly hunters
    bound for buffalo or bust
We killed the meat to feed the hungry miners
    for the wages that we'd squander.

I learned to hold a skinnin' knife just like I'd held one
    my whole life and then some.
And I'll admit I smelled a bit like blood and guts
    and sweat each time I skinned one.
But then the market changed from meat to hides and
    we went down to Texas where the wild Comanches and
    the Kiowa abide. And I saved my bucks and bought a
    Sharps Big Fifty and I hired two men to skin some.

Oh now the rumble of the buffalo is bound to go to make
    way for the longhorn the field corn and the town born.  
For many years I've laid 'em low and braved the bow
    and arrow of the Indian.  
Finally here I am
    Holdin' my Sharps Big Fifty tight, I see him in my sights,
    I've got him dead to rights, I've dreamed of this at night,
    He's the last livin' free runnin' wild white buffalo.

And it was northward to the Northern Herd some
    hunters up here spread the word of fortune.
We fought the Blackfeet and the Sioux and of buffalo
    we slew more than our portion.
And just this mornin' I awoke before the dawn and
    rowed my boat and saddled up old Three Socks rode
    and staked him in the rimrocks, and I crawled out
    on the ledge to find the rarest of the breed, the pure white bison.

Yeah, I had heard the stories of the few who won
    the glories when they shot one.
That albino hide's so rare it's only fair you'd pay
    a thousand if you bought one.
That white hide tanned by Indian's hand is sacred
    but to white men it's a trophy, nothin' more,
    and I can feel my legend soar, for of fame and riches
    I have none, but I believe it's high time that I got some.

Oh now the rumble of the buffalo is bound to go to make
     way for the longhorn the field corn and the town born.
For many years I've laid 'em low and braved the bow
    and arrow of the Indian.  
Finally here I am    
    Holdin' my Sharps Big Fifty tight, I see him in my sights,
    I've got him dead to rights, I've dreamed of this at night,
    He's the last livin' free runnin' wild white buffalo.

Now the hair is standin' on my neck and I feel as if
    some reckoning has found me.
Is that white bull really real or just the ghost of evil deals
    come back to hound me?
For I have fought the red men and deprived them of the
    meat I let spoil now I hear voices as my trigger finger
    coils, and I hesitate to fire 'cause I feel the Indian spirits
    all around me.

So I ease up on the trigger and I wait for someone bigger
    to decide.  
And I hear the Great Creator whisper
     "Wait before you kill him just for pride."
So I wait. Then I see the Sioux come chargin' down the hill
    to kill that sacred buffalo with arrow straight and
    true, and I know now if I had fired it would have been
    their knives skinnin' me of my own white hide.

Oh now the rumble of the buffalo is bound to go to
    make way for the longhorns field corn the town born.  
For many years I've laid 'em low and braved the bow
    and arrow of the Indians.  
Finally here I am
    Holdin' my Sharps Big Fifty tight, I saw him in my sights,
    I had him dead to rights, I've dreamed of it at night,
    He was the last livin' free runnin' wild white buffalo.

So I leave the Indians sayin' prayers and thanks to
    stayin' mighty low I'm hidin'.
I slip back up the rimrock, cinch up old Three Socks
     and steady now I'm ridin'.
And I know down in my heart now all my huntin' days
    are past, I may have killed more than my share, but
    I will not kill the last, and I beg the Lord's sweet mercy
    for the breath of life still in my lungs abidin'.

As I ride off on my sorrel it ain't hard to find the moral
    of my story
Yeah a man who takes what's sacred from another
    ain't no brother bound for glory.
And a man who kills for thrill or just for money in the till
    had better heed the Spirit voices on his downhill trail
    to hell, and I must repent for years I spent addin' to the
    hideyard inventory.

Oh now the rumble of the buffalo is bound to go to make
    way for the greenhorn the sweet corn and the tinhorns.
For many years I've laid 'em low and braved the bow
    and arrow of the Indians.  
Finally here I am
    Holdin' my Sharps Big Fifty tight, I saw him in my sights,
    I had him dead to rights, I'll dream of it tonight,
    He was the last livin' free runnin' wild white buffalo.

Holdin' my Sharps Big Fifty tight, I had him in my sights,  
I had him dead to rights, and I'll dream of it tonight.
He was the last livin' free runnin' wild white buffalo
Oh, the last livin' ever lovin' wild white buffalo...

 
The Ballad of Jesse James                                                  Traditional     #67
                    Hear another version by Pete Seeger
Ramblin' Riversiders lyrics
Jesse James was a lad who killed many men
He robbed the Glendale train
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor
He had hand and a heart and a brain

Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
Robert Ford caught his eye and shot him on the sly
And they laid Jesse James in his grave

It was on a Wednesday night when the moon was shinin' bright
They robbed the Glendale train
And the folk from all about they all said without a doubt
It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James

Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
Robert Ford caught his eye and shot him on the sly
And they laid poor Jesse in his grave

[Instrumental]

It was on a Friday night when Jesse was at home
A-talkin' with his family brave
When along came Robert Ford like a thief in the night
And laid poor Jesse in his grave

Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
Robert Ford caught his eye and shot him on the sly
And they laid Jesse James in his grave

[Instrumental]

Well the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death
And they wondered just how he came to die
It was little Robert Ford one of Jesse's men
Who shot Jesse James on the sly

Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid Jesse James in his grave

[Instrumental]

 
Faster Horses                                                                                 Tom T. Hall     #68
                    Hear another version by Bobby Bare
Tom T. Hall lyrics
He was an old time cowboy don't you understand
His eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather tanned

His toes were pointed inward from a-hangin' on a horse
He was an old philosopher of course

He was so thin I swear you could have used him for a whip
He had to drink a beer to keep his breeches on his hips

I knew I had to ask him about the mysteries of life
He spit between his boots and he replied

"It's faster horses, younger women
"Older whiskey, more money"

He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains
He said, "It don't do men no good to pray for peace and rain."

"Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity
And buffalo chips is all it means to me."

I told him I was a poet I was lookin' for the truth
I do not care for horses, whiskey, women or the loot

I said I was a writer my soul was all on fire
He looked at me and he said "You are a liar.

"Son, it's faster horses, younger women
"Older whiskey, and more money"

Well I was disillusioned If I say the least
I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet

There was sumpn' cold and shiny laying by my head
So I started to believe the things he said

Well my poet days are over and I'm back to bein' me
As I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality

If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learned
I think that I will readily affirm

Son it's faster horses younger women
Older whiskey more money"

Faster horses younger women
Older whiskey more money

Faster horses younger women
Older whiskey more money

It's faster horses younger women
Older whiskey more money...

 
El Dorado                                                        John Gabriel & Nelson Riddle      #69
                    Hear another version by Two Little Angels
George Alexander lyrics
In sunshine and shadow from darkness till noon
Over mountains that reach from the sky to the moon
A man with a dream that will never let go
Keeps searchin' to find El Dorado

So ride boldly ride to the end of the rainbow
Ride boldly ride till you find El Dorado
The winds become bitter the sky turns to grey
His body grows weary he can't find his way
But he'll never turn back though he's lost in the snow
For he has to find El Dorado
So ride boldly ride to the end of the rainbow
Ride boldly ride till you find El Dorado

My Daddy once told me what a man oughta be
There's much more to life than the things we can see
And the godliest mortal you ever will know
Is the one with the dream of El Dorado

So ride boldly ride to the end of the rainbow
Ride boldly ride till you find El Dorado

[Instrumental]

 
Goodbye, Old Paint                                                                     Traditional     #70
                    Hear another version by Michael Martin Murphey
Ken Carson lyrics
There's an old paint pony with his head hangin' low
His rider's gone where the green grasses grow
The Master has called from the big ranch up above
Goodbye Old Paint and the range that he loved

Goodbye Old Paint I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne
Goodbye Old Paint I'm off to Montan
My foot's in the stirrup my pony won't stand
Goodbye Old Paint I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne

And when we're together Old Paint you and I
We'll build another campfire up yonder in the sky
Where we'll never have to work or chase another stray
Goodbye Old Paint I'm a-leavin' today

Goodbye Old Paint I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne
Goodbye Old Paint I'm off to Montan
My foot's in the stirrup my pony won't stand
Goodbye Old Paint I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne.

 
Tom Dooley                                                                                        Traditional     #71
                    Hear another version by Frank Proffitt
Kingston Trio lyrics
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife

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

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't a-been for Grayson
I'd a-been in Tennessee

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

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

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree

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

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

Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die...

 
I Want to Be a Cowboy's Sweetheart                    Patsy Montana    #72
                    Hear another version by Suzy Bogguss
Patsy Montana lyrics
[Instrumental / Yodeling]

I wanta be a cowboy's sweetheart
I wanta learn to rope and to ride
I wanna ride o'er the plains and the desert
Out west of the Great Divide

I wanta hear the coyotes howlin'
While the sun sinks in the west
I wanta be a cowboy's sweetheart
That's the life that I love best

[Yodeling / Instrumental]

I wanta ride Old Paint
Goin' at a run
I wanta feel the wind in my face
A thousand miles from the city lights

Goin' a cowhand's pace
I wanta pillow my head
Near the sleepin' herd
While the moon shines down from above

I wanta strum my guitar and yo-del-lay-hee-hoo
Oh that's the life I love

[Yodeling]

I wanta be a cowboy's sweetheart
I wanta learn to rope and to ride
I wanta ride o'er the plains and the desert
Out west of the Great Divide

I wanna hear the coyotes howlin'
While the sun sinks in the west
I wanta be a cowboy's sweetheart
That's the life that I love best

[Yodeling]

 
Wayfaring Stranger                                                                    Traditional     #73
                    Hear another version by Emmylou Harris
Johnny Cash lyrics
I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger
Travelin' through this world below
There is no sickness, no toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go

I'm goin' there to see my Father
And all my loved ones who've gone on
I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home

[Instrumental]

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is hard and steep
But beauteous fields arise before me
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep

I'm goin' there to see my Mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
So I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home

I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home.

 
The Old Cantina                                                                         Mike Blakely     #74
Mike Blakely lyrics
Just a stone's throw from the old cantina
I can hear the music play, all alone in my room
While I'm dreamin' of a señorita
I live just a stone's throw away from the old cantina

Mi hermano owned la casa, but he moved back to Oaxaca
And he gave-a me this poca cabina
And he said I wouldn't like it,
'Cause they make a grande racket

Cada noche at the old cantina
And I don't get mucho sueño, but I think it's muy bueno
'Cause I like to chase the señoritas
In la lengua de los gringos,

I live just a stone's throw from the old cantina
Just a stone's throw from the old cantina
Don't ask me how I know it
I'll pick up a rock and throw it and you'll see

Just a stone's throw from the old cantina
Estoy viviendo, only just a stone's throw
From the old cantina
Well, I don't buy any drinks, I wash the dishes in the sink

And I sack up every day's basura
And I like the cocinera, she's a very good mujer
Because she always gives me free chalupas
Yo no soy un trabajero, necesito no dinero

I laugh and drink the free tequila
And maybe some añejo, 'cause  
I live just a stone's throw from the old cantina
Just a stone's throw from the old cantina

Don't ask me how I know it
I'll pick up a rock and throw it and you'll see
It's just a stone's throw from the old cantina
Estoy viviendo, only just a stone's throw from the old cantina

[Instrumental]

One night I got too macho and I got too much borracho
I tried to kiss the señorita
She ran me out la puerta, p'alla a la izquierda
All the way back to my own cabina

Then she threw a big piedra, hit me right in mi cabeza
And I fell right down on mis rodillas
And that's the way that I know
That I live  just a stone's throw from the old cantina

Just a stone's throw from the old cantina
Don't ask her how she knows it
She picks up a rock and throws it and you'll see
It's a stone's throw from the old cantina

Estoy viviendo, only just a stone's throw
From the old cantina
Estoy a viviendo, solo just a stone's throw
From the old cantina...!

 
I Ride an Old Paint                                                                       Traditional     #75
                    Hear another version by Carl Sandburg
Woody Guthrie lyrics
I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan
Goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan

Feed them in the coulees and water in the draw
Their tails are all matted and their backs are all raw
Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go

Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son
Son went to college and his daughter went wrong

His wife got killed in a free-for-all fight
Still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night
Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are raring to go

When I die, take my saddle from the wall
Put it on to my pony, lead him out of his stall

Tie my bones on his back and turn our faces to the West
We'll ride the prairies that we love the best
Ride around little dogies ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are raring to go

I've worked in a town and I've worked in the farm
All I got to show's just this muscle in muh arm
Blisters on muh feet callus on muh hand
And I'm a-goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan

Ride around little dogies ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are raring to go
Ride around little dogies ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are raring to go.

 
Grandpa (Tell Me 'Bout the Good Ol' Days)       Jamie O'Hara     #76
                    Hear another version by Danielle Bradbery
The Judds lyrics
[Instrumental]

Grandpa
Tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like
This world's gone crazy
Grandpa take me back to yesterday
Where the line between right or wrong
Didn't seem so hazy

(Did) lovers really fall in love to stay
Stand beside each other come what may
(Was a) promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say
(Did) families really bow their heads to pray
(Did) daddies really never go away
Whoa oh Grandpa
Tell me 'bout the good old days

[Instrumental]

Grandpa
Everything is changin' fast
We call it progress
But I just don't know
And Grandpa wander back into the past
Then paint me a picture of long ago

(Did) lovers really fall in love to stay
Stand beside each other come what may
(Was a) promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget
(Did) families really bow their heads to pray
(Did) daddies really never go away
Whoa oh Grandpa
Tell me 'bout the good old days

Whoa oh Grandpa
Tell me 'bout the good old days

[Instrumental / Humming]

(Did) families really bow their heads to pray
(Did) daddies really never go away...

 
Someday Soon                                                                                  Ian Tyson     #77
                    Hear another version by Ian & Sylvia
Suzy Bogguss lyrics
There's a young man that I know whose age is twenty-one
Comes from down in southern Colorado
Just out of the service he's lookin' for his fun
Someday soon goin' with him someday soon

My parents cannot stand him 'cause he rides the rodeo
My father says that he will leave me cryin'
I would follow him right down the roughest road I know
Someday soon goin' with him someday soon

But when he comes to call my Pa ain't got a good word to say
Guess it's 'cause he's just as wild in his younger days

So blow you old blue norther blow my love to me
Ridin' in tonight from California
He loves his damned old rodeo as much as he loves me
Someday soon goin' with him someday soon

[Guitar]

When he comes to call my Pa ain't got a word to say
Guess it's 'cause he's just as wild in his younger days

So blow you old blue norther blow my love to me
Ridin' in tonight from California
He loves his damned old rodeo as much as he loves me
Someday soon, goin' with him someday soon
Someday soon, goin' with him someday soon.

 
Summer Wages                                                            Ian Tyson    #78
                    Hear another version by Tony Rice
Ian & Sylvia lyrics
Never hit seventeen
When you play against the dealer
For you know that the odds
Won't ride with you
Never leave your woman alone
When your friends are out to steal her
Years are gambled and gone
Like summer wages

And we'll keep rolling on
'Til we get to Vancouver
And the woman that I love
Who's living there
It's been six long months
And more since I've seen her
Made a gamble and gone
Like summer wages

In all the beer parlors
All down along Main Street
The dreams of the seasons
Are all spilled out on the floor
Of the big stands of timber
Just waitin' for falling
And the hookers standing watchfully
Waiting by the door

So I'll work on the towboats
With my slippery city shoes
Which I swore I would never do again
Through the gray fog-bound straits
Where the cedars stand watchin'
I'll be far off and gone
Like summer wages

In all the beer parlors
All down along Main Street
The dreams of the seasons
Are all spilled out on the floor
Of the big stands of timber
Just waiting for fallin'
And the hookers standin' watchfully
Waiting by the door

Never hit seventeen
When you play against the dealer
For you know that the odds
Won't ride with you
And never leave your woman alone
When your friends are out to steal her
Years are gambled and lost
Like summer wages

Years are gambled and lost
Like summer wages.

 
The Battle of New Orleans                                        Jimmy Driftwood     #79
                    Hear another version by Johnny Cash
Johnny Horton lyrics
In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And they caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin
There wasn't nigh as many as there was awhile ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We looked down the river and we seen the British come
And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood beside our cotton bales and didn't say a thing

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was awhile ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Old Hick'ry said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets till we looked 'em in the eyes
We held our fire till we seed their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em...well...we...

...fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was awhile ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off the gator lost his mind

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was awhile ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

[Instrumental]

 
(I've Got Spurs That) Jingle Jangle Jingle      Lilly & Loesser     #80
                    Hear another version by Kay Kyser
Gene Autry lyrics
Yippee yay,
There'll be no weddin' bells for today

I got spurs that jingle jangle jingle
As I go ridin' merrily along
And they sing, "Oh ain't you glad you're single?"
And that song ain't so very far from wrong

Oh Lily Bell oh Lily Bell
Though I may have done some foolin' this is why I never fell

I got spurs that jingle jangle jingle
As I go ridin' merrily along
And they sing, "Oh ain't you glad you're single?"
And that song ain't so very far from wrong

[Instrumental]

I got spurs that jingle jangle jingle
As I go ridin' merrily along
And they sing, "Oh ain't you glad you're single?"
And that song ain't so very far from wrong

Oh Sally Jane oh Sally Jane
Though I'd love to stay forever this is why I can't remain

I got spurs that jingle jangle jingle
As I go ridin' merrily along
And they sing, "Oh ain't you glad you're single?"
And that song ain't so very far from wrong

I got spurs that jingle jangle jingle
As I go ridin' merrily along
And they sing, "Oh ain't you glad you're single?"
And that song ain't so very far from wrong

Oh Mary Ann oh Mary Ann
Though we've done some moonlight walkin' this is why I up and ran

I got spurs that jingle jangle jingle
As I go ridin' merrily along
And they sing "Oh ain't you glad you're single?"
And that song ain't so very far from wrong

And that song ain't so very far from wrong
So I'll jingle, jangle, jingle all along.



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