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Kingston Trio The Nick Bob John

Yellow is the color of my true love's hair In the mornin', when we rise In the mornin', when we rise That's the time, that's the time I love the best

Some people say I'm a 'No count' Others say I'm no good But I'm just a natural born travelin' man Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah Doin' what I think

Down the street the dogs are barkin' And the day is a-gettin' dark As the night comes in a-fallin' The dogs will lose their bark And the silent night

Scotch and soda, mud in your eye Baby, do I feel high? Oh, me, oh, my, do I feel high? Dry martini, jigger of gin Oh, what a spell you've got me in Oh

Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures. Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures Completely round

Frank Warner/John Lomax/Alan Lomax (Spoken recitation over musical accompaniment) Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing? Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago? Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls pick

(Bob Dylan) Fare thee well, my own true love. I'm leavin' the first hour of the morn. I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico and maybe the coast of Californ

(Paul Clayton) [Chorus:] Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long. Summer's almost gone. Winter's comin' on. Done laid around, done