1.Pullin' Away
Lyricist：Nick Reynolds, Bob Shane, John Stewart
Pullin' away, he's pullin' away
Now his wagons are loaded
He's pullin' away
Hard luck is the fortune of all woman kind
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 once knew a girl and her story was sad
She always was courted by the wagoner lad
He courted her truly by night and by day
Now his wagons are loaded he's pullin' away
Pullin' away, he's pullin' away
Now his wagons are loaded
He's pullin' away
Your parents don't like me they say I'm too poor
They say I'm not worth to enter your door
Hard livin' is my pleasure my money's my own
And if they don't like me they can leave me alone
Long is the road
Dark is the sky
Look over your shoulder
He's wavin' goodbye
My wagon is loaded my whip needs a mend
So sit down here by me for as long as you can
My wagons are loaded my whip's in my hand
So fare thee well darlin', I'm leavin' this land
Pullin' away, he's pullin away
Now his wagons are loaded
He's pullin' away
Now his wagons are loaded
He's pullin' away
2.Jane, Jane, Jane
Lyricist：Stan Wilson
Jane, Jane, Jane, mark my bonnie Jane
As sweet as sugar in the cane, don't be a shame
Jane cannot see, she's as blind as she can be
But the prettiest girl in all the world to me
Jane, Jane, Jane, with the pretty pretty face
Dressed in rags, she still looks like a queen
Jane, Jane, Jane, she should be in silk and lace
The prettiest girl that you have ever seen
Jane, Jane, Jane, mark my bonnie Jane
As sweet as sugar in the cane, don't be a shame
Jane cannot see, she's as blind as she can be
But the prettiest girl in all the world to me
Jane, Jane, Jane, she has no mom or dad
She's all alone and yet she is not sad
The wild birds sing a song, her little dog tags along
To hear her laughter makes my poor heart glad
Jane, Jane, Jane, mark my bonnie Jane
As sweet as sugar in the cane, don't be a shame
Jane cannot see, she's as blind as she can be
But the prettiest girl in all the world to me
I know Jane is sweet by the sound of her feet
I see her beauty when she speaks to me
If she could see me now, my love to her I'd vow
But I couldn't love her more if I could see
Jane, Jane, Jane, mark my bonnie Jane
As sweet as sugar in the cane, don't be a shame
Jane cannot see, she's as blind as she can be
But I couldn't love her more if I could see
But I couldn't love her more if I could see
But I couldn't love her more if I could see
3.One More Town
Lyricist：Stewart John C
If there's one more town, I'll be goin'. Fight for the winnin'
and I'll be there
If there's one more song, I'll be singin'. I'm always goin' but
I don't know where
I spent seventeen in West Virginia. Eight more years just for
runnin' free
But the girls back home in their blue gingham dresses only heard
one thing from me
If there's one more town, I'll be goin'. Fight for the winnin'
and I'll be there
If there's one more song, I'll be singin'. I'm always goin' but
I don't know where
Went down to New Orleans last summer on a flat boat workin' my
way
There were well-mannered ladies and street that were shady, but
for me, I never could stay
If there's one more town, I'll be goin'. Fight for the winnin'
and I'll be there
If there's one more song, I'll be singin'. I'm always goin' but
I don't know where
Sailed up to New York on a schooner, but I won't be stayin'
there long
There were bright city lights and girls in pink tights but their
faces were all painted on
If there's one more town, I'll be goin'. Fight for the winnin'
and I'll be there
If there's one more song, I'll be singin'. I'm always goin' but
I don't know where
4.Brown Mountain Light
In the hills of North Carolina, since the times of the early
settlers, a strange light has
Been witnessed near the top of Brown Mountain. To this day, no
one can explain the mystery of
The Brown Mountain Light.
High on the mountain and down in the valley below. It shines
like the crown of an angel and fades as the mist comes and goes.
Way over yonder, night after night until dawn. A faithful old
slave, come back from the grave (searchin')
For his master who is long, long gone.
In the days of the old covered wagon, when they camped on the
flats for the night
With the stars growing dim on the old high gorge rim, they would
watch for the Brown Mountain Light.
Long years ago a southern planter came hunting in this wild land
alone,
And here, so they say, the hunter lost his way and never
returned to his home.
His trusty old slave brought a lantern and searched, but in
vain, day and night.
The old slave is gone but his spirit wanders on and the old
lantern still casts its light.
5.Oh Willow Waley
We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow.
But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree.
Singing 'Oh willow waly' by the tree that weeps with me.
Singing 'Oh willow waly' till my lover return to me.
We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow.
A broken heart have I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die.
6.Tell It On The Mountain
Go tell it on the mountains over the hills and ev'rywhere and
you can go (go) tell it on the mountain, Jesus Christ was born.
Down in a lowly manger, Jesus Christ was born and the Lord sent
down salvation that blesses Christmas morn,
You can go upon the mountain, dwell both night and day. You can
ask the Lord to help you and He'll show you the way.
You may be a watchman upon the city wall and if I am a
Christian, if I'm the last to fall
You can go tell it on the mountain over the hills and
ev'rywhere. You can go tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ
was born.
7.Little Boy
When I was a little boy, my mother said to me, 'Watch the new
born roses grow. It's a pretty sight to see.
You, my son, shall blossom as the flower below. I will be your
raindrops. You will be my rose.
Listen while I tell you of the beauty in the sky. There's a home
for angels on the clouds so high.
I must be an angel. In heaven I shall stay. If you ever need me,
I'll hear each word you say.'
Now her raindrops fall no more. Who will take her place？ Will I
live to blossom full or wither into space？
Many times I wonder on the clouds above is it my dear mother who
showers me with love？
When I was a little boy.
8.Strange Day
I remember when I rode into town that morning in December of
forty-eight. Oh, bitter cold. I had on my parka, my sheepskin
coat and my brown and white spectator pumps. Cut quite a figure
if I do say so. Huh, cute. First thing I spied was a poster.
There's going to be a dance. The second Hogsville dandy-steppin'
ball and frog happin; contest. Drag.
Strange day. Strange day. Strange day in Hogsville, U. S. A.
I'm goin' to start off but there weren't no lady folk in sight.
I figured they was all up a-primpin' for the dance and, being a
man of no small charms with the ladies myself, I decided to park
Old Paint and change my socks -- from him to me. (I find that
extremely offensive!) So did Old Paint.
But there were no gals for miles around, not one gal in the
whole darn town.
So, if you want to go dancin', just look around for the next
best thing that can befound.
That's right. I soon found there wasn't no women nowhere.
Fellows goin' to the dance was takin' some of the strangest
things. One was takin' a broom, all dressed up in a pinafore,
bleached straws, looked kinda cheap to me. Another was totin' a
picture of a girl. He'd been goin' with that picture so long he
thought real girls folded in the middle. Now I was getting
depressed, but then I spied the cutest little thing you ever
saw, givin' me the eye from underneath the waterin' trough. Had
little eyes, curly tail, and the dearest little pointed ears you
ever seen. I grabbed her paw (What'd her paw have to say？ Shut
up when he's a-talkin'!) and we wobbled into the dance. The
minute we get into the dance the music stopped and a feller
said, 'Wait a minute! That's the sheriff's gal!' (You mean？)
Strange day. Strange day. Strange day in Hogsville, (You know, I
can still hear the little critter) U. S. A!
9.Away Rio
The anchor is weighed and sails they are set. Away, Rio!
The girls back home we'll never forget for we're bound for the
Rio Grande.
And away, Rio! High away, Rio! The girls back home we'll never
forget for we're bound for the Rio Grande.
Two more days, Johnny, two more days. Only two more days,
Johnny, two more days.
The mainsail is up and the spinnaker's out. Away, Rio!
We'll head for Cape Horn and then pull her about for we're bound
for the Rio Grande.
And away, Rio! High away, Rio! We'll head for Cape Horn and then
pull her about for we're bound for the Rio Grande.
One more day, Johnny, one more day. Only one more day, Johnny,
one more day.
When we get to Rio we'll drop all our pay. Away, Rio!
And young Michael Christian is countin' the days for we're bound
for the Rio Grande.
And away, Rio! High away, Rio! And young Michael Christian is
countin' the days for we're found for the Rio Grande.
There she lies, Johnny, there she lies. There she lies, Johnny,
there she lies.
10.She Was Too Good To Me
She was too good to me. How can I get along now？ So close she
stood to me. Everything seems all wrong now.
She would have brought me the sun, making me smile that was her
fun.
If she was mean to me, I'd never say, 'Go 'way, now.' She was a
queen to me. Whose gonna light my way now？
It's only natural that I'm blue. She was too good to be true.
(Hum melody)
She would have brought me the sun, making me smile that was her
fun.
If she was mean to me, I'd never say, 'Go 'way, now.' She was a
queen to me. Whose gonna light my way now？
It's only natural that I'm blue. She was too good to be true.
11.Portland Town
I was born in Portland town. I was born in Portland town. Yes, I
was. Oooh, yes, I was.
October third, I'm on my way. October third, I'm on my way. Yes,
I am. Oooh, yes I am.
Rains came the very next day but I been gone to long. There's a
gal in Portland town and she sings a marryin' song.
Goin' back to Portland town. Goin' back to Portland town. Yes, I
am. Oooh, yes, I am.
I'll have children, one, two, three. I'll have children, one,
two, three. Yes, I will. Oooh, yes, I will.
I was born in Portland town.
12.Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well, old Joe Clark. Good-bye, Mitzi Brown. Fare thee
well, old Joe Clark. I'm gonna leave this town. (Repeat last
time)
Old Joe Clark used to clean the bar. Liquor was his pay. Never
saved a golden eagle. Drank it all away.
I don't want your old time religion or what you got to say (say)
but pass me down that barley jug and I'll be on my way. A
singin'
Old Joe Clark walked downtown backwards. People asked him,
'Why？'
I come back for one more drink while wavin' you good-bye!'
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