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Baez Joan Farewell Angelina

Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow. Farewell, Angelina

Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow. Farewell, Angelina

Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow. Farewell

: (W. Guthrie) Come all of you cowboys all over this land I'll sing you the law of the Ranger's command. To hold a six-shooter and never to run As

Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow. Farewell

: Oh, Mary was a maiden When the birds began to sing. She was sweeter than the blooming rose So early in the spring. Her thoughts were gay and happy

: (R. Hayes, J. Rhodes) How many times have you heard someone say "If I had his money, I could do things my way?" Little they know that it's so hard

: (B. Dylan) Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains

(B. Dylan) Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains