: Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song. Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong. Just a little glimpse of a story I'll
: He was a friend of mine He was a friend of mine Every time I think about him now Lord I just can't keep from cryin' 'Cause he was a friend of mine
: No more auction block for me No more, no more No more auction block for me Many thousands gone No more driver's lash for me No more, no more No more
: I'll sing you a song, ain't very long, 'Bout an old man who never done wrong. How he died nobody can say, They found him dead in the street one day
: Well met, well met, my own true love Well met, well met, cried she I've just returned from the salt, salt sea And it's all for the love of thee I
: Here's a foreign song I learned in Utah Ha-va-ne-gei-lah O-de-ley-e-e-oo-
: I got those worried blues, And I got those worried blues, I got those worried blues, I got those worried blues, Lord, I'm a-going where I never been
: I will not go down under the ground "Cause somebody tells me that death's comin' 'round An' I will not carry myself down to die When I go to my grave
: Come around you rovin' gamblers and a story I will tell About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well. His name was Will O' Conley and he
: Oh, the age of the inmates I remember quite freely: No younger than twelve, No older 'n seventeen. Thrown in like bandits And cast off like criminals
: The winter wind is a blowing strong My hands have got no gloves I wish to my soul that I could see The girl I'm a-thinking of Don't you remember me
: Oh, you can read out your Bible, You can fall down on your knees, pretty mama, And pray to the Lord But it ain't gonna do no good. You're gonna need
: Well, I was feelin' sad and feelin' blue, I didn't know what in the world I was gonna do, Them Communists they wus comin' around, They wus in the air
: As I was out walking on a corner one day, I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he lay. His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor And I guess
: Trails of troubles, Roads of battles, Paths of victory, I shall walk. The trail is dusty And my road it might be rough, But the better roads are waiting
: Oh the time will come up When the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin'. Like the stillness in the wind 'Fore the hurricane begins
: Who killed Davey Moore, Why an' what's the reason for? "Not I," says the referee, "Don't point your finger at me. I could've stopped it in the eighth
: I saw it advertised one day, Bear Mountain picnic was comin' my way. "Come along 'n' take a trip, We'll bring you up there on a ship. Bring the wife