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Roll on my buddy, roll on
Well, roll on my buddy, roll on
Now, you wouldn’t roll so slow if you knew what I know,
And it’s, roll on my buddy, roll on.

Oh, my home’s way down in Tennessee
I said, my home’s way down in Tennessee
Down in sunny Tennessee, that’s where I long to be
Said my home’s way down in Tennessee.

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I’m goin’ to that East Cairo
Well, I’m goin’ to that East Cairo
I’m goin’ to the east and I’m goin’ to the west
And I’m goin’ to that land that I love.

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I’ve got me a good woman just the same,
Well, I’ve got me a good woman just the same
Got a good woman just the same, but she won’t change her name
I’ve got me a good woman just the same.

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You better quite your rough and rowdy ways
Well, you better quit your rough and rowdy ways
Well, you’ll be killed some day, be laid in the grave
You better quit your rough and rowdy ways.

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Never be as Fast

Come all you young men, take warning by me,
Never be as fast as I have been.
I have married me a wife, she’s been the trouble of my life,
She makes me strive and do all that I can, I can
Makes me strive and do all that I can.

Six days of the week I labor for my bread.
She swears three of them shall be hers.
Yes, she lips and she squalls and she swore she’d have them all.
She says she must be maintained, maintained.
She says she must be maintained.

She dresses me in rags, the worst of old rags,
While she dresses like a lady, so fine.
And she marches to town, by day and by night,
With a gentleman who drinks wine, drinks wine,
A gentleman who drinks wine.

So, now come death, to take away her breath,
And give me back my freedom once more.
I have lived all my days by the hating of her ways
And I’m sure I’ll never marry anymore, anymore,
I’m sure I’ll never marry anymore.


The Cat Came Back

Old brother Johnson had troubles of his own,
He owned and old yaller cat that wouldn’t leave his home.
He tried everything he knew to give the cat away,
And he give him to a preacher and he told him for to stay.

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But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back and I thought he was a goner,
But the cat came back, cause he couldn’t stay away.

Well, he give him to a little boy with a dollar note,
And he took him down the river in a little wooden boat.
He tied a brick around his neck, a rock about a pound,
They grappled in the river, for the little boy drown.

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A man loaded his gun with nails and dynamite,
He swore he’d shoot the old cat on sight.
He hid in the garden for the cat to come around,
About a half-a-dozen pieces of the man was found.

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Well, I give him to a man who was goin’ out west,
I told him for to give him to the one he thought the best.
Goin’ around a curve the train struck a broken rail
Not a soul aboard the train was left to tell the tale.

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Now, I give him to a man goin’ up in a balloon,
I told him for to give him to the man in the moon.
The balloon it busted, now everybody said,
About ninety miles away they picked the man up dead.

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From Jerusalem to Jericho

From Jerusalem to Jericho, along that lonely road,
A certain man was set upon and robbed of all his gold.
They beat him and they stripped him and they left him there for dead,
Who was it, then, that came along and bathed the leaking head?

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Then who, Tell me who, Tell me who was his neighbor kind and true?
From Jerusalem to Jericho, we’re traveling everyday,
And many are the fallen ones that lie along the way.

From Jerusalem to Jericho, a certain priest came by,
He heard the poor man crying, but he heeded not the cry.
He gathered his robes about him and he quickly passed away,
Who was it, then, the came along and ministered that day?

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From Jerusalem to Jericho, a Levite came along,
He heard the poor man crying that lie upon the ground.
He raised his hands to heaven and he quickly passed him by.
Who was it then that came along and heeded the needy cry?

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From Jerusalem to Jericho, when life was ebbing away,
Along came that Samaritan that was despised, they say.
He ministered to the dying man, and carried him to an inn.
He paid his fare and told the host to take good care of him.

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From Jerusalem to Jericho, we’re traveling every day,
And many are the fallen ones that lie along the way.
Well, some despise and some reject us, but no matter how they’ve been
When everybody turns you down, then Jesus takes you in.

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I’m My Own Grandpa

Well, many, many years ago when I was twenty-three
I was married to a widder who was pretty as can be
This widder had a growed-up daughter who had hair of red
My father fell in love with her and soon the two were wed.

This made my dad my son in law and changed my very life,
My daughter was my mother, for she was my father’s wife.
To complicate the matter, even though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncin’ baby boy.

The little baby then became the brother in law to dad,
And so became my uncle and it makes me very sad,
For if he was my uncle, that also made him brother
To the widow’s growed-up daughter, who of course was my stepmother.

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I’m my own grandpa
He’s his own grandpa
Well, it’s funny, I know, but it really is so
I’m my own grandpa.

My father’s wife then had a child who kept him on the run
And he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter’s son.
My wife is now my mother’s mother, and it makes me blue,
Because although she is my wife, she’s my grandmother, too.

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Now, if my wife is my grandmother, then I’m her grandchild
And everytime I think of it, it nearly drives me wild
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw
As husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa.

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Little Old Log Cabin in the Lane

Well, I’m getting old and feeble and I cannot work no more
I cannot stand the sunshine and the rain.
And the only pal I’ve got now is that good ol’ dog of mine
And the little old log cabin in the lane.

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Well, the chimney’s fallen down and the roof is tumbled in
And the leak lets in the sunshine and the rain.
And the only pal I’ve got now is that good ol’ dog of mine
And the little old log cabin in the lane.

Well, the paths they have all growed up that led us ‘round the hill
The fences have begun to decay
And the creek it has all dried up where we used to go to mill
For time has change her course some other way.

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Well, I ain’t got long to stay here, what little time I’ve got
I’ll try to rest contented while we may
Until that good old dog and me can find a better home
Than the little old log cabin in the lane.

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Dixie

Well, I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten.
Look away, Look away, Look away, Dixieland.
In Dixieland where I was born in
Early on one frosty mornin’.
Look away, Look away, Look away, Dixieland.

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Well, I wish I was in Dixie, Away, Away,
In Dixieland I’ll take my stand to live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.

The buckwheat cake and the injun batter,
Makes you fat, oh a little fatter,
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland.
It’s pick the hole and scratch the gravel,
Dixieland I’m bound to travel,
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland.

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Well, mistress married Will the weaver,
William was a gay deceiver,
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland.
And when he threw his arms around her,
Smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder,
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland.

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First verse again.


Little Stream of Whiskey

Beside a western water tank, on a cold November day,
Inside and empty boxcar, a dying hobo lay.
His partner stood beside him with a low and bowed-down head,
He was listening to the last words his dying buddy said.

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I’m going to a better place where everything is right,
Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night,
Where I’ll never have to work at all, nor even change my socks,
And a little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks.

Farewell old partner hobo, well I hate to say goodbye,
But I hear my train a’comin’ and my time is growing nigh.
Tell the old conductor just where I want to stop,
To get a drink of whiskey that’s flowing down the rocks.

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Go tell my girl in Danville that she needn’t worry at all,
For I am just a hobo, and I’m gwine to leave you all.
Tell her not to grieve for me, no tears her eyes must lurk,
For I’m goin’ to that better place, where I’ll never have to work.

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Oh hark, I hear the whistle blow, I gotta catch her on a-fly,
A schooner of beer, I’d love to have, one more before I die.
This hobo’s head, it fell back, he’d sung his last refrain,
His partner grabbed his hat and shoes and caught the eastbound train.

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Frankie Baker

Frankie Baker was a good girl, as everybody knows,
She spent over a hundred dollars on a suit of Albert’s clothes,
Because she loved her old man so.

Frankie walked down to the barroom and called for a glass of beer.
She said to the barroom tender, “Is my lovin’ Albert here?”
“He’s my man, my gamblin’ man.”

The barroom tender said, “Frankie. Girl I cannot lie,”
“He just left here a moment ago with a girl named Nelly Bly.”
“He’s your man, your gamblin’ man.”

Frankie walked out of the barroom and there to her surprise,
There sat her gamblin’ man makin’ love to Nelly Bly.
He was her man, her gamblin’ man.

Frankie said, “Now, Albert, I don’t mean no fun.”
“If you don’t come and go with the one you love, I’ll shoot you with your own gun.”
“You’re my man, my gamblin’ man.”

Well, he got down off the table, and he got down on his knees.
He said to his lovin’ wife, “Don’t shoot me Frankie, please,”
“I’m your man, your gamblin’ man.”

Then he crawled all around the table, and he got up off the floor.
Bang, bang, bang went Frankie’s gun, she shot him with a forty-four.
He was her man, her gamblin’ man.

Frankie had two little children, a boy and a girl,
If ever they see their father’s face, they’ll see it in another world.
He was her man, her gamblin’ man.


She’s Got the Money, Too

I’m just as fond of beauty, as anyone can be,
Them rosy cheeks and pearly teeth, I dearly love to see.
I know one that has them, except me and you,
She is the sweetest girly and she’s got the money, too.

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Now, don’t I love my honey (Lord, yes)
And won’t I spend her money, (Ain’t I mean?)
I’m as happy as a flower that sips the fallen dew,
For I know a little girly and she’s got the money, too.

She takes me out a’ridin’ whenever I go down,
She owns the finest Cadillac and Buick in the town.
She told me that she loves me, oh listen, wouldn’t you?
She is the sweetest girly and she’s got the money, too.

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I asked her a question, if she would be my bride.
She said, “You are the sweetest thing that ever lived or died.”
I told her that I meant it, she said she did too.
She is the sweetest girly and she’s got the money, too.

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I’m the Man that Rode the Mule Around the World

She promised to meet me when the clock struck twenty-three,
Down at the stockyard, about a mile and a half a way,
Where pig’s feet and hog’s head is nineteen cents a pound,
She’s my freckle-faced consumptive Saro Jane.

Well, she’s my daisy, she’s black-eyed and crazy,
She’s the blackest gal I though I ever saw.
Well, her breath is sweet, but I’d rather smell her feet.
She’s my freckle-faced consumptive Saro Jane.

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I’m the man that rode the mule around the world,
I’m the man that rode the mule around the world.
Well, I rode on Noah’s Ark and I’m as happy as a lark,
I’m the man that rode the mule around the world.

I was born ten thousand years ago.
There ain’t nothin’ on this earth I do not know.
I saw Moses on the water, I whupped Pharo for his daughter
And I can whup the man that says it isn’t so.

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I saw Satan when he stalked the garden o’er.
I saw Eve and Adam driven from the door.
When the apple they was eatin, from the bushes I was peepin’
I can prove it, I’m the man who eat the core.

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I was here when they sold pure whiskey and beer.
You could buy it anyplace and drink it in your car.
You could make a real eggnog and you felt just like a lord,
And you’d feel that you’d received your full reward.

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