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900 Miles
02:59
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im going down the road ive got tears in my eyes
trying to read a letter from my home
if this train runs me right ill see my woman tomorrow night
cause im nine hundred miles from my home
and i hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
this train that i ride its a hundred coaches long
you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
if this train runs me right ill see my woman tomorrow night
cause im nine hundred miles from my home
and i hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
oh ill pawn you my watch i will pawn you my chain
pawn you my silver wedding ring
if this train runs me right ill see my woman tomorrow night
cause im nine hundred miles from my home
and i hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
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2. |
East Virginia
03:18
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i was born in east virginia
north carolina i did roam
there i met me a fair pretty maiden
what was her age i did not know
her hair it was of a dark brown curly
and her lips they were a rosy red
upon her breast she wore a ribbon
oh the tears that i have shed
her papa said that we might marry
but her mama said it would not do
some dark night if youll take a ramble
i will run away with you
for id rather be in some dark hollow
where the sun refused to shine
than for you to be another man's woman
never on earth to call you mine
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3. |
The Farmer's Curst Wife
04:04
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oh there was an old man at the foot of the hill
if he aint moved away hes a livin there still
singin fie fie diddle a fie diddle a diddle a day
well the devil come along to his house one day
said one of your family im gonna take away
singin fie fie diddle a fie diddle a diddle a day
oh please dont take my only son
theres work on the farm thats gotta be done
singin fie fie diddle a fie diddle a diddle a day
but you can have my nagging wife
i swear to god shes the curse of my life
singin fie fie diddle a fie diddle a diddle a day
take her on take her on with the joy in my heart
and the hope to you she will never part
singin fie fie diddle a fie diddle a diddle a day
so the devil put her down in a great big sack
and he flung her up across his back
singin fie fie diddle a fie diddle a diddle a day
marched her down to the gates of hell
said poke up a fire boys well cook her well
singin fie fie diddle a fie diddle a diddle a day
out come a little demon with a spit and a chain
that she upped with her foot and knocked out his brain
singin fie fie diddle a fie diddle a diddle a day
out come a dozen demons and a dozen more
by the time she was done they were all on the floor
singin fie fie diddle a fie diddle a diddle a day
now all the little demons go crawlin the wall
sayin taker her back daddy fore she kills us all
singin fie fie diddle a fie diddle a diddle a day
well the man woke up and he looked through the crack
and he saw that the devil was a pokin her back
singin fie fie diddle a fie diddle a diddle a day
oh here's your wife both sound and well
if id kept her any longer she'd a tore up hell
singin fie fie diddle a fie diddle a diddle a day
so the man jumped up and he bit his tongue
and he took for the hills in a flat out run
singin fie fie diddle a fie diddle a diddle a day
he was heard to yell as he ran over the hill
if the devil wont have her then damned if i will
singin fie fie diddle a fie diddle a diddle a day
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4. |
I Wish My Baby Was Born
02:59
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i wish i wish my baby was born
and sitting on its papas knee
and me poor girl were dead and gone
and the green grass growin over my feet
i aint ahead nor never will be
til the sweet apple grows on the sour apple tree
but still i hope that time will come
that you and i will be as one
i wish i wish my love had died
and set his soul to wander free
that we might need our ribbons five
may our poor body rest in peace
the owl the owl is a lonely bird
it chills my soul with dread and terror
thats someones blood there on its wing
thats someones blood there on its feather
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The Cuckoo
03:02
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gonna build me a log cabin
on a mountain so high
so that i can see willie
as he goes riding by
oh the cuckoo shes a fine bird
lord she warbles as she flies
she wont ever holler cuckoo
til the fourth day of july
well for working im too lazy
and for beggin im too slow
train runnings too dangerous
so a gamblin i did go
ive played card in old england
and ive gambled over in spain
and ill bet you twenty dollars
that ill beat you your next game
jack of diamonds jack of diamonds
i have known you of old
youve robbed my poor pockets
of their silver and their gold
oh the cuckoo shes a pretty bird
lord she warbles as she flies
she wont ever say cuckoo
and shell tell you no lies
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when sorrows encompass me round
and many distresses I see
astonished i cry an a mortal be found
surrounded with troubles like me
few seasons of peace I enjoy
and they are succeeded by pain
if ever a few moments of praise I employ
i have hours and days to complain
oh when will my sorrows subside
oh when will my sufferings cease
oh when to the bosom of christ be conveyed
to the mansions of glory and bliss
may i be prepared for that day
when jesus shall bid me remove
that i may in raptures go shouting away
to the arms of my heavenly love.
immersed in the ocean of love
my soul like an angel shall sing
till christ shall descend with a shout from above
and make all creation to ring
our bodies in dust shall obey
and swifter than thought shall arise
then changed in a moment go shouting away
to mansions of love in the skies
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