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In the Pines
04:20
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My darling girl, what have you done
to make me treat you so?
I've caused you to weep, I've caused you to mourn.
I've caused you to leave your home.
The longest train that I ever saw
went down that Georgia line.
The engine passed at six o'clock,
the cab flew by at nine.
Little girl, little girl, where'd you sleep last night?
Not even your mother knows
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
I shivered where the cold winds blow.
Little girl, little girl, don't you lie to me
Tell me where did you get that dress?
From a man in the mines, who sleeps in the pines
and wants you to look your best
I asked the captain for the time of day,
he said he'd thrown his watch away.
A long steel rail and short cross-tie.
I'm never going home.
Little girl, little girl, where'd you sleep last night?
Not even your mother knows
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
I shivered where the cold winds blow.
Her lover was a railroad man.
Died a mile, just out of town.
His head found with the engineer.
His body never was found.
The longest train I ever saw
went down that Georgia line,
and on that train, is a beautiful girl
the one that I used to call mine.
Little girl, little girl, where'd you sleep last night?
Not even your mother knows
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
I shivered where the cold winds blow.
Oh girl... oh girl. Where have you gone?
I walk these tracks all alone.
Now I just weep, and now I just mourn,
I wonder if I am that ghost.
The longest train that I ever saw
was 1,000 coal cars long,
and on that train went my girl,
and now my girl is gone.
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Rising Sun Waltz
03:15
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there is a house in new orleans
that they call the rising sun.
it's been the ruin of many poor boys,
and lord, i know that i'm one.
my lover was a tailor;
she sowed my new blue jeans,
but lord, i am just a ramblin' man
on the streets down in new orleans.
there isn't much that a rambler needs
save a suitcase and a trunk,
and the only time that i'm satisfied,
oh lord, is when i'm drunk.
so, fill the glass up to the brim?
fuck it! just pass the bottle around,
drink to my story of a drunken poor boy
aimlessly tramping from town to town.
if i'd listened to what my mother said,
i'd have a home today,
but being so young and foolish, oh lord,
instead, i'm just a stray.
so, i've one hand on the ladder now,
and one foot on the train,
and i'm goin' back down to new orleans
to wear my ball and chain.
so, mothers, tell your children
not to do as i have done.
live a life of sin and misery
at the house of the rising sun.
so, now i'm back down in new orleans,
and i think that my race is run.
i'll be sleeping out on these old streets tonight,
beneath, beneath the rising sun.
there is a house in new orleans
that they call the rising sun.
it's been the ruin of many poor boys,
and lord, i know that i'm one.
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Bullfrog Pollywog Lansing Charter Township, Michigan
rubber tramps, hitchhikers, trainhoppers, turncoats... singing traditional folk songs the way they were meant to be sang.
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