1.You're Gonna Miss Me
Lyricist：John Cohen, Dave Guard, Tom Paley, Mike Seeger
Frankie and Johnnie were sweethearts
They had a quarrel one day
Johnny vowed he would leave her
He said he was going away
Never coming home, goin' away to roam
'My love, Johnny, please stay
Now, oh, my honey
I've done you wrong but please don't go away'
Then Johnny sighed while Frankie cried
'Oh, I'm a-going away, I'm a-goin' to stay
Never coming home
You're gonna miss me, honey
In the days to come
When the winter winds begin to blow
The ground is covered up
And when you think of the way
You're gonna wish me back, your lovin' man
You're gonna miss me, honey
In the day they says to come'
Frankie done said to her Johnny
'Now man your hour done come'
'â~Cause from behind her kimono
She drew her forty-four gun
'These love affairs are hard to bear'
Johnny, he fled down the stairway
'My love, Frankie, don't shoot'
Frankie done aimed the forty-four
While the town went rooty-toot-toot
As Johnny fell, then Frankie yelled
'Oh, I'm a-going away, I'm a-goin' to stay
Never coming home
You're gonna miss me ,honey
In the days to come
When the winter winds begin to blow
The ground is covered up
And when you think of the way
You're gonna wish me back, your lovin' man
You're gonna miss me, honey
In the day they says to come'
'Send for your rubber tired hearses
Send for your rubber tired hacks
Carry old Johnny to the graveyard
I've shot him in the back
With a great big gun as the preacher begun
Send for some policeman to take me right away
Lock me down in the dungeon cell
And throw the key away
My Johnny's dead because he said
'Oh, I'm a-going away, I'm a-goin' to stay
Never coming home
You're gonna miss me ,honey
In the days to come
When the winter winds begin to blow
The ground is covered up
And when you think of the way
You're gonna wish me back, your lovin' man
You're gonna miss me, honey
In the day they says to come'
2.Coast Of California
Lyricist：Jane Bowers, Dave Guard
There is treasure hidden there, on the coast of California
El Diego hid it there when the Clara ran aground
On the coast of California, deep within a cave that's never seen
Treasure, stolen from the Incas, we could capture for the Queen
There's a mountain in the ocean on the coast of California
And deep within its side, the tides of night alone reveal
El Diego's hidden cave, where we'll plunder the riches of
Grenada
While the Spaniard blind with pleasure, plays ashore in Ensenada
We will sail before the dawn along the coast of California
El Diego is delayed, the wine and woman hold their sway
And our map is clearly drawn to the dark and stormy shore
On the coast of California lies a mighty prize of war
Tell not a soul that you have seen me
Breathe not a word of what I say
Tell not a soul that you have seen me
Breathe not a word of what I say
3.Razors In The Air
Lyricist：Erich Schwandt
Come, my love, and go with me
Ah, my love, I greet thee
Take you down to Tennessee
Meet you by and by
Don't you hear them hollerin' now
Ah, my love, I need thee
Ain't there goin' to be a row
Meet you by and by
Get away from that window
My love and my dove
Get away from that window
Don't ya hear？
Come some other night
For there's gonna be a fight
There'll be razors
Flyin' through the air
Pack a poke and come with me
Ah, my love, don't greet me
Shoe your foot in Tennessee
Meet you by and by
Out that window, sweet and soft
Ah, my, believe me
Hurry love and we'll be off
Meet you by and by
Get away from that window
My love and my dove
Get away from that window
Don't ya hear？
Come some other night
For there's gonna be a fight
There'll be razors
Flyin' through the air
Someone's slipping down the hall
Hush, my love, be quiet
Don't you make no noise at all
Meet you by and by
Hear that blind man blow his horn
Goin' to be a riot
All those boys are full of corn
Meet you by and by
Get away from that window
My love and my dove
Get away from that window
Don't ya hear？
Come some other night
For there's gonna be a fight
There'll be razors
Flyin' through the air
4.Senora
Lyricist：Jane Bowers, Dave Guard
Don't you remember, Senora, when you had a love of your own？
You had a duenna, Senora, you had a kind chaperon
Didn't she sometimes, Senora, grant you a moment alone？
Once in a garden, Senora, didn't your love steal a kiss？
Surely a moment remembered, stirs in a settin' like this
Surely, within such a garden, wisdom can smile upon bliss
Cruel is the curfew, Senora, cruelly and strictly imposed
Soon Don Hernando will signal, biddin' the gate to be closed
Who'd be the wiser, Senora, if for a moment you dozed？
Don't you remember, Senora, you had a love of your own？
You had a duenna, Senora, you had a kind chaperon
I love her dearly, Senora, grant us a moment alone
I love her dearly, Senora, grant us a moment alone
5.Guardo El Lobo
Lyricist：Erich Schwandt
Riu, riu, chiu, la guarda ribera
Dios guardo el lobo de nuestra cordera
Dios guardo el lobo de nuestra cordera
Riu, riu, chiu, la guarda ribera
Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera
Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera
El lobo rabioso la quiso morder
Mas dios podero so la su po defender
Wuiso le hacer que no pudies se pecar
Niaun original esta virgen no tuviera
Riu, riu, chiu, la guarda ribera
Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera
Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera
Este qu'es nacido es el gran monarca
Cristo patriarca de carne vestido
Ha nos redimido con se hacer chiquito
Que era infinito, finito se hiciera
Riu, riu, chiu, la guarda ribera
Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera
Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera
Este viene a dar a los muertos vida
Y viene a reparar de todos la caida
Es la luz del dia a que este mozuelo este
Es el cordero que San Juan dijera
Riu, riu, chiu, la guarda ribera
Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera
Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera
Yo vi mil garzones que andavan cantando
Por aqui volando haciendo mil sones
Diciendo a garzones gloria sea en el cielo
Y paz en el suelo pues Jesus naciera
Riu, riu, chiu, la guarda ribera
Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera
Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera
Pues que ya tenemos lo que desamos
Todos juntos vamos presentes llevemos
Todos le daremos nuestra voluntad
Pues a se iqualar con nosotros viniera
Riu, riu, chiu, la guarda ribera
Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera
Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera
6.You Don't Knock
Lyricist：Robert Andrew Shukman, Peter Stewart Wiggs
You don't knock
You don't knock, you just walk on in
The door
The door into heaven's inn
There's love
There's love and joy for you
To share
To share the whole day through
I know
I know my friends are there
To rest
To rest in the heaven's nest
You don't knock, ring, push a hole
The door's wide open a-waitin' for your soul
You don't knock, you just walk on in
I've walked life's winding road, oh yeah
Well, I'm tryin' to bear this load, oh yeah
And I traveled both night and day, oh yeah
So tired I could hardly pray, yeah
Well, Jesus, my Light, my Guide, oh yeah
Well, He's ever by my side, oh yeah
So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin' into heaven with pride
You don't knock
You don't knock, you just walk on in
The door
The door into heaven's inn
There's love
There's love and joy for you
To share
To share the whole day through
I know
I know my friends are there
To rest
To rest in the heaven's nest
You don't knock, ring, push a hole
The door's wide open a-waitin' for your soul
You don't knock, you just walk on in
I'll have no need to fear, oh yeah
Well, if He is ever near, oh yeah
He'll know my work was true, oh yeah
So glad the day is through, yeah
Well, it wasn't for me to say, oh yeah
I didn't think I'd make my way, oh yeah
So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin' into heaven with pride
You don't knock
You don't knock, you just walk on in
The door
The door into heaven's inn
There's love
There's love and joy for you
To share
To share the whole day through
Well, I know
I know my friends are there
To rest
To rest in the heaven's nest
You don't knock, ring, push a hole
The door's wide open a-waitin' for your soul
You don't knock, you just walk on in
7.Run Molly, Run
Lyricist：Bill Monroe
Run Molly, run
(Oh, Molly)
Run Molly, run
Long John's gonna beat you
Beneath the shinin' sun
Long John was the youngest horse
And Molly was the old
Molly was an old gray mare
And he was a stallion bold
Oh, Lordy, he was a stallion bold
Long John said to Molly
'You're runnin' your last race
'Cause when I turn my head around
I'm gonna see your face, old gal
I'm gonna see your face'
Molly said to Long John
'Don't take me for a fool
If you didn't cut your ears and tail
I'd think you were a mule
(Yeah)
I'd think you were a mule'
Long John, he got mad
Oh, Lord, and shook his wooly mane
'Last time that I run, old girl
I beat the Memphis train
I beat the Memphis train'
Run Molly, run
(Oh, Molly)
Run Molly, run
Long John's gonna beat you
Beneath the shinin' sun
See them waitin' on the track
The man, he hollered, 'Go'
Long John runnin' fast
Lord, Molly runnin' slow
Molly runnin' slow
Long John said to Molly
'Take a last look at the sky
'Cause baby when I pass you by
My dust's gonna blind your eye
Oh, Lord, my dust's gonna blind your eye'
Run, Molly, run
Look out for the turn
Oh, Lordy, Lordy, here she comes
Long John beatin' Molly
Wait, what do I see？
Molly passin' Long John
Molly runnin' free
Oh, Lordy, Molly runnin' free
Run Molly, run
(Oh Molly)
Run Molly, run
Put old Long John out to stud
And let old Molly run
8.Pastures Of Plenty
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 bowls and westward we rode. Your deserts were
hot and your mountains were cold.
I've wandered all over this green growing land. Wherever your
crops were, I've lent you my hands.
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 worked all your crops. Then it's North
up to Oregon to gather your hops.
Dig the beets from your ground. Cut the grapes from your vines
to set on your table that light sparkling wine.
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground from the Grand
Coulee dam where the waters run down
Every state in the Union this migrant has been. I come with the
dust and I go with the wind.
It's always we ramble that river and I all along your green
valley, I'll work 'til I die.
And I'll travel this road until death sets me free for my
pastures of plenty must always be green.
I come with the dust and I go with the wind.
9.It Was A Very Good Year
When I was seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very
good year for small town girl and soft summer night.
We'd hide from the light on the village green when I was
seventeen.
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year. It was a very
good year for city girl who lived up the stairs
With perfume hair that came undone when I was twenty-one.
When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year. It was a very
good year for blue-blooded girls of independent means.
We'd ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs would drive when I was
thirty-five.
But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the year and
now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs. It poured sweet and clear. It was a
very good year.
10.Billy Goat Hill
There's a winding road and a tall pine tree, by the tall pine
tree, she waits for me.
Oh, yes, she waits in the little green house that sits on top of
Billy Goat Hill.
I left my love in the little green house. I left my love with a
broken heart.
I left my love in the little green house that sits on top of
Billy Goat Hill.
There's a white front porch and a ramblin' rose, by the ramblin'
rose we made our vow.
Oh, yes, we vowed in the little green house that sits on top of
Billy Goat Hill
I'll return some day to the winding road to my one true love who
waits for me.
Yes, there she'll be in the little green house that sits on top
of Billy Goat Hill
11.This Land Is You Land
This land is your land. This land is my land from California to
the New York island,
From the red wood forest to the Gulf stream waters. This land
was made for you and me.
As I was walkin' that ribbon of a highway, I saw above me that
endless skyway.
I saw below me that golden valley. This land was made for you
and me.
I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps to the
sparklin' sands of her diamond desert
And all around me a voice was sounding, 'This land was made for
you and me.'
The sun came shining and I was strolling and the wheat fields
waving and the dust clouds rolling
As the fog was lifting a voice was calling, 'This land was made
for you and me.'
12.Lemon Tree
When I was just a little boy, my father said to me, 'Come here
and learn a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.
My son, it's most important,' my father said to me, 'to put your
faith in what you feel and not in what you see.'
Lemon tree, very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet, but the
fruit of the poor lemon is a thing one cannot eat. (Repeat
Beneath that Lemon Tree one day, my love and I did lie. A girl
so sweet that when she smiled, the sun rose in the sky.
We passed the summer lost in love beneath the Lemon Tree. The
music of her laughter hid my father's words from me.
One day she left without a word. She took away the sun and in
the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.
She left me for another. It's a common tale but true. A sadder
man but wiser now, I sing these words to you.
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