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Crossroad  
(Robert Johnson)

Down to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
Down to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above "Have mercy, help poor Bob, if you please"

Mmmmm, standin' at the crossroad, well I tried to flag a ride
Standin' at the crossroad, well I tried to flag a ride
Nobody seem to know me, they just pass me by

The sun goin' down, boy, dark gon' catch me here
The sun goin' down, boy, dark gon' catch me here
I haven't got no lovin' sweet woman that love and feel my care

You can run, tell my friend-boy Willie Brown
You can run, you can run tell my friend Willie Brown
I'm standin' at the crossroad, I believe I'm sinkin' down







Down In A Willow Garden top
(traditional)

Down in a willow garden
Where me and my love did meet,
'Twas there we sat a courting
My love dropped off to sleep

I had a bottle of the Burglar's wine
Which my true love did not know,
And so I poisoned that dear little girl
Down under the bank below

I stobbed her with a dagger,
Which was a bloody knife,
I threw her in the river,
Which was a dreadful sight

My father often told me
That money would set me free,
If I would murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly

And now he sits in his own cottage door,
a wiping his weeping eye,
And now he waits for his own dear son,
Upon the scaffold high

My race is run beneath the sun,
Lo, hell's now waiting for me,
For I have murdered that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly





Good Time Charlie's Got The Blues top
(Danny O'Keefe)

Everybody's going away
Said there moving to L.A.
It's not a soul i know around
Everybody's leaving town

Some caught a freight,some caught a plane
Find the sunshine leave the rain
They say this town will waste your mind
I guess they're right cause it's wasted mine

Some got to win, some got to lose
Good time Charlie's got the blues

My old heart keeps telling me
You ain't no kid at thirty three
You play around and you lose your wife
Play too long and you lose your life

I got my pills to ease the pain
I can't find a thing to ease the rain
Sometimes i'd like to try and settle down
But everybody's leaving town

Some got to win, some got to lose
Good time Charlie's got the blues





I Am The Light Of This World top
(traditional)

Just as long as I'm in this world
I am the light of this world

You don't believe in Jesus
And not a word he say
When he come all way down to Lazarus' grave
And raised him from the dead

Just as long as I'm in this world
I am the light of this world

I've got fiery fingers
I've got fiery hands
And when I get up in heaven
Gonna join that fiery band

Just as long as I'm in this world
I am the light of this world

Didn't they take old John the Baptist
And out him in a kettle of oil
Well, my god got in there with him
And they told me the oil wouldn't boil

Just as long as I'm in this world
I am the light of this world

Prayer is the key of heaven
And faith unlock the door
That's why my god give me the key
And he told me to carry it everywhere I go

Just as long as I'm in this world
I am the light of this world

I know I got religion
I know I ain't ashamed
For the holy ghost is my witness
And the angels done signed my name

Just as long as I'm in this world
I am the light of this world





I Bid You Goodnight top
(traditional)

Hey brother, come on down and take your rest
Lay your head now upon my Saviour's breast
I love you, oh but Jesus love you the best
I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight

Hey brother Tim1, come on down and take your rest
Lay your head now upon my Saviour's breast
I love you, oh but Jesus love you the best
I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight

Come on down you people, come and take your rest
Lay your head now upon my Saviour's breast
I love you, oh but Jesus love you the best
I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight

1 : Those are the lyrics as sung at the 97' Strawberry Festival, Yosemite, CA with Tim O'Brien.





Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross top
(Fanny J. Crosby / William H. Doane)

Jesus, keep me near the cross;
There's a precious fountain,
Free to all, a healing stream,
Flows from Calvary's mountain.

Chorus:
In the cross, in the cross,
Be my glory ever,
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river.

Near the cross I'll watch and wait,
Hoping, trusting ever,
Till I reach the golden strand
Just beyond the river.

[Chorus]

Near the cross, a trembling soul,
Love and mercy found me;
There the bright and morning star
Sheds its beams around me.

[Chorus]

Near the cross! O Lamb of God,
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day
With its shadow o'er me.

[Chorus]





May You Never top
(John Martyn)

May you never lay your head down
Without a hand to hold
May you never make your bed out in the cold
You're just like great strong brother of mine
And you know that I love you true
And you never talk dirty behind my back
And I know that there's those that do

Oh please won't you, please won't you
Bear it in mind
Love is a lesson to learn in our time
Now please won't you, please won't you
Bear it in mind for me

May you never lay your head down
Without a hand to hold
May you never make your bed out in the cold

You're just like a good close sister to me
And you know that I love you true
And you hold no blade to stab me in my back
I know that there's some that do

Oh please won't you, please won't you
Bear it in mind
Love is a lesson to learn in our time
And please won't you, please won't you
Bear it in mind for me

May you never lay your head down
Without a hand to hold
May you never make your bed out in the cold

You're just like a great strong brother of mine
You know that I love you true And you never talk dirty behind my back
And I know that there's those that do

Oh please won't you, please won't you
Bear it in mind
Love is a lesson to learn in our time
And please won't you, please won't you
Bear it in mind for me

May you never lose your temper
If you get in a bar-room fight
May you never lose your woman overnight
May you never lay your head down
Without a hand to hold
May you never make your bed out in the cold

May you never lose your temper
If you get in a bar-room fight
May you never lose your woman overnight






Pastures Of Plenty top
(Woody Guthrie)

It’s a mighty hard road that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
Your desert was hot and your mountain was cold

I've worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
Slept on the ground 'neath the light of your moon
On the edge of your city you'll see me and then
I come with the dust and I go with the wind

California, Arizona, I've been on your crops
North up to Oregon to gather your hops
Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
To set on your table your light sparkling wine

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the water runs down
Every state of this Union us migrants have been
We come with the dust and we go with the wind

It's always we ramble, this river and I
All along your green valley, I'll work till I die
My land I'll defend with my life if need be
For my pastures of plenty must always be free





Pretty Polly top
(traditional) inspired by Dock Boggs

I used to be a rambler, staying around in town
I used to be a rambler, staying around in town
I courted Pretty Polly, such a beauty never found

Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, oh yonder she stands
Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, oh yonder she stands
Gold rings on her finger and lily white hands

Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, go along with me
Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, go along with me
Before we get married, some pleasure for to see

He led her over mountains and valleys so deep
He led her over mountains and valleys so deep
At last, Pretty Polly, she began to weep

Oh Willy, oh Willy, I'm afraid of your ways
Oh Willy, oh Willy, I'm afraid of your ways
Afraid you will lead my poor body astray

Polly, you're guessing about right
Polly, you're guessing about right
I dug on your grave, almost all last night

She walked two steps further and what did she spy
She walked to steps further and what did she spy
A new-dug grave and a spade lying by

Let me go, let me go, I'm afraid of you Willy
Let me go, let me go, I'm afraid of you Willy
I can't go back, I can't be your wife

Polly, oh Polly that never be
Polly, oh Polly that never be
Your reputation bring trouble to me

He stabbed her through her breast and blood did flow
He stabbed her through her breast and blood did flow
And down into the ground Polly did go

Oh Willy, oh Willy you're gonna have to pay
Oh Willy, oh Willy you're gonna have to pay
For killing pretty Polly and running away





Prodigal Son top
(traditional) inspired by Dock Boggs

When I left my father's house,
I was well-supplied;
I made a mistake and I did wrong
And I'm dis-satisfied.

Chorus :
I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
And acknowledge I've done wrong.

I'll go back to my father's house,
I'll fall down on my face.
Say that I'm unworthy,
I'll seek a servant's place.

I'll go back to my father's house,
The place I love so dear,
For there they have plenty to eat
And I'm a-starving here.

[Chorus]

Father seen him coming,
He met him with a smile,
Threw his arms around him
Says "This is my wandering child."

Father said to his servants,
"Go kill a fatted calf,
Invite both friends and relatives,
My son's come home at last."

[Chorus]

Banquet's in procession;
All sorrow has passed.
Father's heart was filled with joy,
His son come home at last.

The elder son was jealous,
I believe I heard him say,
"Gave my brother his portion,
I never went away."

[Chorus]

Father said to his elder son,
"You've been both good and kind,
Not a calf I'll give unto thee,
But all I have is thine."

[Chorus]





Valley To Pray top
(traditional)

I went down in the valley to pray
Learnin' about the good old way
And who would wear the starry crown
Oh Lord, show me the way

Oh Brother, let's go down
Come on down, don't you want to go down
Oh Brother, lets go down
Down in the valley to pray

As I went walkin in the valley to pray
Learnin' about the good old way
And who would wear the starry crown
Oh Lord, show me the way

Oh Father, let's go down
Come on down, don't you want to go down
Oh Father, lets go down
Down in the valley to pray

I went out walkin' on the mountain to pray
Learnin' about the good old way
I went up on the mountain and I just had to say
Oh Lord, show me the way

Oh Sister, let's go down
Come on down, don't you want to go down
Oh Sister, lets go down
Down in the valley to pray

As I went down in the valley to pray
Studyin' about the good old way
And who will wear the starry crown
Oh Lord, show me the way

Oh, let's go down
Come on down, don't you want to go down
Oh, let's go down
Down in the valley to pray





Wagoner's Lad top
(traditional)

Hard luck is the fortune of all womankind
They're always controlled, they're always confined
Controlled by their parents until they are wives
Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives

I knew one poor girl and her fortune 'twas sad
She'd always been courted by the Wagoner Lad
He courted her truly, by night and by day
Now his wagons are loaded, he's pulling away

"Your horses are hungry, come feed them some hay
Come sit down beside me for as long as you may."
"My horses ain't hungry and they won't eat your hay
So fare you well, Darling, no longer to stay.

"Your parents don't like me, they say I'm too poor
They say I'm not worthy to enter your door
Hard livin's my pleasure, my money's my own
And if they don't like me they can leave me alone."

"Your wagons need loadin', your whip needs to mend
Come sit down beside me for as long as you can."
"My wagons are loaded, my whips in my hand
So fare you well, Darling, no longer to stand."

Hard luck is the fortune of all womankind
They're always controlled, they're always confined
Controlled by their parents until they are wives
Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives."

 

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