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Hard and it’s hard is an American traditional folk song. It was a big hit during the bluegrass and early country music era. I sing and play it on guitar using kind of a Carter scratch right hand technique after a short intro. Lyrics posted below if you want to sing along. Just jump in and hang on. Hard and it’s hard - Traditional Lyrics There is a place in this old town And that’s where my true love hangs around She takes other men right down on her knee An tells them a tale that she won’t tell me It’s hard and it’s hard ain’t it hard To love one that never will love you It’s hard ain’t it hard ain`t it hard great God To love one that never will be true First time I seen my true love SHe was standing by my door The last time I saw her false hearted face She was laying down dead on the coolin’ board It’s hard and it’s hard ain’t it hard To love one that never will love you It’s hard ain’t it hard ain`t it hard great God To love one that never will be true Don’t go to drinkin’ and to gambling Don’t go there your sorrows to down This hard-liquor place is a low-down disgrace The meanest damn place in this town It’s hard and it’s hard ain’t it hard To love one that never will love you It’s hard ain’t it hard ain`t it hard sweet Jesus To love one that never will be true

Rock Salt and Nails is a song written by one of the greatest songwriters that most of the world has sadly never heard of, Utah Phillips. Right after he wrote it He realized he didn`t want to record or sing it in concert for personal reasons that are unclear. Possibly has something to do with the last two lines in the song I`m guessing. However his close friend, Rosalie Sorrells did record it and she did a great job. Tyler Childers also did an excellent job with this song. I sing and play it here on the guitar in Drop D Tuning. Rock Salt & Nails Written by Bruce `Utah` Phillips Performed and arranged by Dan D. Dirges On the banks of the river Where the willows hang down And the wild birds all warble With a low moaning sound Down in the hollow Where the water runs cold It was there i first listened To the lies that you told Now i lie on my bed And i see your sweet face The past i remember Time cannot erase The letter you wrote me It was written in shame And i know that your conscience Still echo's my name Now the nights are so long Lord sorrow runs deep And nothing is worse Than a night without sleep I'll walk out alone And look at the sky To empty to sing to lonesome to cry If the ladies were blackbirds And the ladies were thrushes I'd lie there for hours In the chilly cold marshes If the ladies were squirrel's With high bushy tails I'd fill up my shotgun With rock salt and nails Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Bruce Utah Phillips

Black Came The Night is a song I wrote. It`s sort of a dark dirge like love song I guess. This time I play in drop D tuning on guitar only I`m tuned down a whole step to C. Simple thumb strum guitar technique. Black Came The Night Written and Performed by Dan D. Dirges Blue blue turned the soul Red red fell the rain Black black came the night But I`ll still be loving you Until the stars burn out And the sun burns out Until the heavens burn out I`ll still be loving you I saw the oceans freeze And the rivers freeze I felt your heart deep freeze But I`ll still be loving you I hear you found someone new A diamond ring he gave to you You`ve forgotten you and me But I`ll still be loving you Dead roses for your grave I`ll lay over your grave I`ll weep over you grave And I`ll still be loving you Blue blue turned the soul Red red fell the rain Black black came the night But I`ll still be loving you I will still be loving you

Banks Of The Ohio is a timeless classic Traditional folk song murder ballad. She would not marry him so he tragically murdered her down by the banks of the Ohio. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo, clawhammer style. Johnny Cash, Doc Watson, Olivia Newton John all played this song so great as well as many others. Woody, one of my Cats decided to take a Cat nap while I was playing. He got bored and walked out about half way thru. Coincidently that`s about the same as my audience retention rate on YouTube. lol Banks Of The Ohio Complete lyrics Thumb strum or fingerpick guitar Banjo standard tuning relative C sharp is best I asked my love to take a walk, Just a little way's with me. And as we walked, Then we would talk All about our wedding day. [Chorus] And only say that you'll be mine And in no other's arms entwine, Down beside where the waters flow, Down by the banks of the Ohio I held a knife against her breast As into my arms she pressed She said oh Willie, don’t you murder me I’m unprepared for eternity I took her by her lilly white hand, And drug her down the banks of sand, I shoved her in Where she would drown, And watched her as she floated down. [Chorus] I wondered home between twelve and one, Thinkin', Lord, what a deed I've done; I'd killed the girl I love, you see, Because she would not marry me. The very next day, at half past four, The sheriff came a-knockin` at my door; He said, "Young man, Don't try to run. You're gonna have to pay for this crime you've done." [Chorus]

Banks Of The Ohio is a timeless classic Traditional folk song murder ballad. She would not marry him so he tragically murdered her down by the banks of the Ohio. I sing and play it on guitar in an easy and simple strum style. I had been practicing a fingerpick version complete with solos but sadly my fingers stiffened up on me. We`ll get er done next time maybe. Johnny Cash, Doc Watson, Olivia Newton John all played this song so great as well as many others. Banks Of The Ohio Complete lyrics Thumb strum or fingerpick guitar I asked my love to take a walk, Just a little way's with me. And as we walked, Then we would talk All about our wedding day. [Chorus] And only say that you'll be mine And in no other's arms entwine, Down beside where the waters flow, Down by the banks of the Ohio I held a knife against her breast As into my arms she pressed She said oh Willie, don’t you murder me I’m unprepared for eternity I took her by her lilly white hand, And drug her down the banks of sand, I shoved her in Where she would drown, And watched her as she floated down. [Chorus] I wondered home between twelve and one, Thinkin', Lord, what a deed I've done; I'd killed the girl I love, you see, Because she would not marry me. The very next day, at half past four, The sheriff came a-knockin` at my door; He said, "Young man, Don't try to run. You're gonna have to pay for this crime you've done." [Chorus]

Black Waters is a song I think Jean Ritchie wrote. I discovered this song thru the Jim Ringer and Mary McCaslin version. This song reminds me very much of John Prine`s song, Paradise. My version is played on the guitar in Drop D Tuning a half step lower. A simple thumb strumb pattern. Black Waters - lyrics Jean Ritchie, Jim RInger Mary McCaslin Guitar thumb strum in Drop D tuning (C sharp) Well I come from the mountains, Kentucky's my home Where the wild deer and black bear so lately did roam By the cool rushing waterfall the wildflowers dream And through every green valley, there runs a clear stream Now there's scenes of destruction on every hand And only black waters run down through my land Sad scenes of destruction on every hand Black waters, black waters, run down through my land Well, the quail, she's a pretty bird and she sings a sweet tongue In the roots of tall timber she nests with her young The the hillside explodes with the dynamites roar And the voice of the small bird is heard there no more And the mountain comes a sliding so awful and grand And the flooding black waters rise over my land Sad scenes of destruction on every hand Black waters, black waters, run down through my land In the coming of springtime we planted our corn In the ending of springtime we buried our son In the summer come a nice man saying everything's fine My employer just requires a way to his mine Then they tore down my mountain and covered my corn Now the grave on the hillside 's a mile deeper down And the man stands a talking with his hat in his hand While the poison black waters rise over my land Sad scenes of destruction on every hand Black waters, black waters, run down through my land Well I ain't got no money, not much of a home I own my own land, but my land's not my own But, if I had ten million, somewheres thereabout Well, I'd buy Perry county and throw them all out And just sit down on the banks with my bait and my can And watch the clear waters run down through my land Well, wouldn't that be just like the old promised land? Black waters, black waters no more in my land Black waters, black waters no more in my land

Wood Carvings - Duck, Wizards, Wood Spirits, Sea Dragon, Mermaid. (Uploaded without notifying subscribers because I don`t want to bother everybody every time I get the whim to post yet another video.)

Paradise is a song written by John Prine off his first album. I played it in Drop D Tuning (actually in C a whole step down) to make it a little different. Lyrics below if you want to sing along. Paradise Lyrics [Verse 1] When I was a child my family would travel Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered So many times that my memories are worn [Chorus] And Daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County? Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry, my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away [Verse 2] Well, sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill Where the air smelled like snakes we'd shoot with our pistols But empty pop bottles was all we would kill [Chorus] And Daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County? Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away [Verse 3] Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovel And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land Well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man [Chorus] And Daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County? Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away [Verse 4] When I die, let my ashes float down the Green River Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester Dam I'll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin' Just five miles away from wherever I am

When First Unto This Country is an American Civil War traditional folk song. This is an easy thumb strumming guitar version. I think I`ll be playing more in this style going forward. It`s funner, easier and I think it sounds better. When First Unto This Country - lyrics Traditional Folk Song When first unto this country a stranger I came, I courted a fair maid and Nancy was her name. I courted her for love, and her love I didnt obtain, Can you think I've any reason or right to complain. I rode to see my Nancy, I rode both day and night, I courted dearest Nancy, my own heart's true delight. I rode to see my Nancy, I rode both night and day, I stole a fine stallion from Captain Charles Grey {Till I stole a fine grey horse, from Captain William White) The sheriff's men had followed and overtaken me, They carted me away to the penitentiary. They opened up the door and then they shoved me in, They cleared off my head and they shaved off my chin. They beat me and they banged me and they fed me on dry beans, Till I wished to my own soul, I'd never been a thief. With my hands in my pockets and my cap put on so bold, With my coat of many colors, like Jacob of old. When first unto this country a stranger I came, I courted a fair maid and Nancy was her name.

When First Unto This Country - lyrics Traditional folk song Performed on a wood top banjo in the clawhammer style When first unto this country a stranger I came, I courted a fair maid and Nancy was her name. I courted her for love, and her love I didnt obtain, Can you think I've any reason or right to complain. I rode to see my Nancy, I rode both day and night, I courted dearest Nancy, my own heart's true delight. I rode to see my Nancy, I rode both night and day, I stole a fine stallion from Captain Charles Grey {Till I stole a fine grey horse, from Captain William White) The sheriff's men had followed and overtaken me, They carted me away to the penitentiary. They opened up the door and then they shoved me in, They cleared off my head and they shaved off my chin. They beat me and they banged me and they fed me on dry beans, Till I wished to my own soul, I'd never been a thief. With my hands in my pockets and my cap put on so bold, With my coat of many colors, like Jacob of old. When first unto this country a stranger I came, I courted a fair maid and Nancy was her name.

Song starts at 1:15 -Thought I try Cotton Eye Joe again this time on a wood top banjo that sounds sort of like a dulcimer. This is kind of an experimental version. Cotton Eye Joe is a traditional Folk song, I play it clawhammer style. The intro and outro got kind of long. I might edit it out later. Here are the timestamps if you want to skip around. Timestamps 0:00 - Intro 1:15 - Song starts 3:50 - Outro Cotton Eyed Joe - lyrics I want to go a'courting but I could not go Had to stay home with Cotton-Eyed Joe, If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eyed Joe I'd a'been married a long time ago Where did you (he) come from where did you go Where did you come from Cotton-Eyed Joe? (x2) I want to go to town but I could not go Had to take care of Cotton-Eyed Joe, If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eyed Joe I'd a'been married a long time ago... They whipped that man with a rope and a line They whipped that man 'til he lost his mind, They whipped that man to the longleaf pine They whipped that man 'til he went stone blind... They whipped that man with a line and a rope They whipped that man 'til he Buzzard Loped They whipped that man with a rope and a line They whipped that man 'til he lost his mind...

One By One is a song I wrote on guitar. I worked up this banjo version I hope you like. Clawhammer banjo and vocal. Life, fleeting as the wind, sacred as fire, ancient as the earth, frozen back in time Each must travel all alone down eternity road searching for a sign, searching for a sign And we come, one by one, and we rise, one by one, and we fall, one by one And no one knows where we go from here, no, no one knows, no one knows Shadows play upon the stage but only for a day, then back into the grave Back into the night, broken wings in flight, we return into dust, we return into dust And we come, one by one, and we rise, one by one, and we fall, one by one And no one knows where we go from here, no, no one knows, no one knows Come let us live now, for no one knows how, how long that we have, or how this came about The magic that we see, its so hard to believe, the mystery that surrounds, the mystery that surrounds And we come, one by one, and we rise, one by one, and we fall, one by one And no one knows where we go from here, no, no one knows, no one knows

One By One is a song I wrote. Fingerpicking Guitar and vocal. Life, fleeting as the wind, sacred as fire, ancient as the earth, frozen back in time Each must travel all alone down eternity road searching for a sign, searching for a sign And we come, one by one, and we rise, one by one, and we fall, one by one And no one knows where we go from here, no, no one knows, no one knows Shadows play upon the stage but only for a day, then back into the grave Back into the night, broken wings in flight, we return into dust, we return into dust And we come, one by one, and we rise, one by one, and we fall, one by one And no one knows where we go from here, no, no one knows, no one knows Come let us live now, for no one knows how, how long that we have, or how this came about The magic that we see, its so hard to believe, the mystery that surrounds, the mystery that surrounds And we come, one by one, and we rise, one by one, and we fall, one by one And no one knows where we go from here, no, no one knows, no one knows

Going Down That Road Feeling Bad traditional American folk song - Two Finger Old Time Guitar - lyrics I`m going down that road feeling bad I`m going down that road feeling bad I`m going down that road I`m feeling sad Lord Lord And I aint gonna be treated this a-way I`m going where the climate suits my clothes I`m going where the climate suits my clothes I`m going where the soul is free to roam Lord Lord And I aint gonna be treated this a-way I`m going where the water tastes like wine I`m going where the water tastes like wine I`m going to leave these worries far behind Lord Lord And I aint gonna be treated this a-way Your two dollar shoe hurts my feet Your two dollar shoe hurts my feet I need a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet Lord Lord And I aint gonna be treated this a-way I`m down in the jail I`m on my knees I`m down in the jail I`m on my knees I`m down in the jail come set me free Lord Lord And I aint gonna be treated this a-way They feed me on corn bread and beans They feed me on corn bread and beans I`m down in the jail I`m on my knees And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way I`m going down that road feeling bad I`m going down that road feeling bad I`m going down that road I won`t be sad no more And I aint gonna be treated this a-way No I aint gonna be treated this a-way

Who Broke the Lock on the Hen House Door is a traditional American folk song. Who doesnt love funny songs about Chickens. Here is one of the best. I play it on guitar - Two Finger Thumb Lead. Hope you sing along with me. Lyrics below I rode right up to that farmers gate Blew my horn both long and late The farmers dog he wouldn`t bark nor bite But the dammed old thing he could read and write Who broke the lock? I don't know Who broke the lock on the hen house door? I'll find out before I go Who broke the lock on the hen house door Said the barnyard hen to rooster out west You`re the one that I love you best Rooster to the hen, you`re a pop-eyed liar I caught you in the alley with a ole shanghai Who broke the lock? I don't know Who broke the lock on the hen house door? I'll find out before I go Who broke the lock on the hen house door I was down in the hen house on my knees I thought I heard a chicken sneeze It was nothing but a rooster saying his prayers Thanking the Lord for the hens upstairs Who broke the lock? I don't know Who broke the lock on the hen house door? I'll find out before I go Who broke the lock on the hen house door Who broke the lock on the hen house door

Who Broke the Lock on the Hen House Door. This is a traditional American Folk Song. A funny song. I play it on the mountain banjo in the clawhammer style. It might sound like a typewriter the way I play it because I use my index and middle fingers which is kind of different than most I guess. Anyway check out Ryan Spearman of Play Better Banjo playing this song. He gives banjo lessons and is a great songwriter and brilliant banjo player and singer. Here is the link to him playing this song. Listen to the intricacies of his banjo playing genius. Amazing. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_osJ1RH58Q Who Broke The Lock On The Hens House Door - lyrics I rode right up to that farmers gate Blew my horn both long and late The farmers dog he wouldnt bark nor bite But the dammed old thing he could read and write Who broke the lock? I don't know Who broke the lock on the hen house door? I'll find out before I go Who broke the lock on the hen house door Said the barnyard hen to rooster out west You`re the one that I love you best Rooster to the hen, you`re a pop-eyed liar I caught you in the alley with a ole shanghai Who broke the lock? I don't know Who broke the lock on the hen house door? I'll find out before I go Who broke the lock on the hen house door I was down in the hen house on my knees I thought I heard a chicken sneeze It was nothing but a rooster saying his prayers Thanking the Lord for the hens upstairs Who broke the lock? I don't know Who broke the lock on the hen house door? I'll find out before I go Who broke the lock on the hen house door Who broke the lock on the hen house door

Roll in My Sweet Baby’s Arms - lyrics Traditional American Folk Song - Train Song - Guitar Thumb Picking - Two Finger Thumb Lead - Vocal and Guitar Something went wonky with the audio quality. It`s uneven. Gets louder then normal again. Whatever, here it is but I wont burden my subscribers by notifying them with this weeks videos. [Chorus:] Gonna Roll in my sweet baby’s arms Roll in my sweet baby’s arms Lay around the shack Till the mail train comes back And roll in my sweet baby’s arms. Ain’t gonna work on the railroad Ain’t gonna work on the farm Gonna lay around the shack Till the mail train comes back And roll in my sweet baby’s arms. Sometimes there’s a change in the ocean Sometimes there’s a change in the sea Sometimes there’s a change in my own true love But there’s never been a change in me [Chorus] Mama is a beauty operator Sister can weave and spin Daddy owns an interest in that old cotton mill Just watching the money roll in Where were you last Saturday night While I was lying down in jail? Walking down the street With another man and wouldn’t even go my bail [Chorus]

Gonna Roll in My Sweet Baby’s Arms - lyrics Traditional American Folk Song - Train Song - Clawhammer Banjo played on a Mountain Banjo Pretty rough performance. I`ll post it without notifying subscribers because it`s kind of embarrassing. [Chorus:] Gonna Roll in my sweet baby’s arms Roll in my sweet baby’s arms Lay around the shack Till the mail train comes back And roll in my sweet baby’s arms. Ain’t gonna work on the railroad Ain’t gonna work on the farm Gonna lay around the shack Till the mail train comes back And roll in my sweet baby’s arms. Sometimes there’s a change in the ocean Sometimes there’s a change in the sea Sometimes there’s a change in my own true love But there’s never been a change in me [Chorus] Mama is a beauty operator Sister can weave and spin Daddy owns an interest in that old cotton mill Just watching the money roll in Where were you last Saturday night While I was lying down in jail? Walking down the street With another man and wouldn’t even go my bail [Chorus]

Just goofin around in Boeing creek park

Poor Ellen Smith Traditional folk song. Murder Ballad and Love Song all in one. Clawhammer Mountain Banjo Version Arranged and performed by, Dan D. Dirges Poor Ellen Smith - Lyrics Banjo in standard tuning only tuned down to the key of D Poor Ellen Smith how she was found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground Her clothes were all scattered and thrown on the ground And blood marks the spot where poor Ellen was found They loaded up their rifles and hunted me down And found me a-loafin all around the town They picked up her body and carried it away And now she is sleeping in some lonesome old grave I got a letter yesterday and read it today The flowers on her grave have all faded away Some day I'll go home and stay when I go On poor Ellen's grave pretty flowers I'll sow I've been in this prison for twenty long years Each night I see Ellen through my bitter tears The warden just told me that soon I'll be free To go to her grave near that old willow tree My days in this prison are ending at last But I'll never be free from the sins of my past Poor Ellen Smith how she was found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground

Poor Ellen Smith Traditional folk song. Murder Ballad and Love Song all in one. Guitar Thumb and index finger picking version Arranged and performed by, Dan D. Dirges Poor Ellen Smith - Lyrics Banjo in standard tuning only tuned down to the key of D Poor Ellen Smith how she was found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground Her clothes were all scattered and thrown on the ground And blood marks the spot where poor Ellen was found They loaded up their rifles and hunted me down And found me a-loafin all around the town They picked up her body and carried it away And now she is sleeping in some lonesome old grave I got a letter yesterday and read it today The flowers on her grave have all faded away Some day I'll go home and stay when I go On poor Ellen's grave pretty flowers I'll sow I've been in this prison for twenty long years Each night I see Ellen through my bitter tears The warden just told me that soon I'll be free To go to her grave near that old willow tree My days in this prison are ending at last But I'll never be free from the sins of my past Poor Ellen Smith how she was found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground

Poor Ellen Smith Traditional folk song. Murder Ballad and Love Song all in one. Clawhammer Mountain Banjo Version Arranged and performed by, Dan D. Dirges Poor Ellen Smith - Lyrics Banjo in standard tuning only tuned down to the key of D Poor Ellen Smith how she was found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground Her clothes were all scattered and thrown on the ground And blood marks the spot where poor Ellen was found They loaded up their rifles and hunted me down And found me a-loafin all around the town They picked up her body and carried it away And now she is sleeping in some lonesome old grave I got a letter yesterday and read it today The flowers on her grave have all faded away Some day I'll go home and stay when I go On poor Ellen's grave pretty flowers I'll sow I've been in this prison for twenty long years Each night I see Ellen through my bitter tears The warden just told me that soon I'll be free To go to her grave near that old willow tree My days in this prison are ending at last But I'll never be free from the sins of my past Poor Ellen Smith how she was found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground

Poor Ellen Smith Traditional folk song. Murder Ballad and Love Song all in one. Guitar Thumb and index finger picking version Arranged and performed by, Dan D. Dirges Poor Ellen Smith - Lyrics Banjo in standard tuning only tuned down to the key of D Poor Ellen Smith how she was found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground Her clothes were all scattered and thrown on the ground And blood marks the spot where poor Ellen was found They loaded up their rifles and hunted me down And found me a-loafin all around the town They picked up her body and carried it away And now she is sleeping in some lonesome old grave I got a letter yesterday and read it today The flowers on her grave have all faded away Some day I'll go home and stay when I go On poor Ellen's grave pretty flowers I'll sow I've been in this prison for twenty long years Each night I see Ellen through my bitter tears The warden just told me that soon I'll be free To go to her grave near that old willow tree My days in this prison are ending at last But I'll never be free from the sins of my past Poor Ellen Smith how she was found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground

Dreary Black Hills - lyrics Folk Country Song Guitar Thumb Strumming Kind friends listen here to my pitiful tale, I`m an object of pity and looking quite stale, I gave up my job selling Wright Patent Pills To prospect for gold in these dreary Black Hills. So don't go away, stay at home if you can, Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne, For old sitting bull and chief wallapy Bill They`ll lift off your hair in them dreary Black Hills. As I was out riding one morning in May, As I was out riding one morning for a day, I met General Custer and Buffalo Bill, They claimed they found gold in them dreary black hills. So don't go away, stay at home if you can, Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne, For old sitting bull and chief wallapy Bill They`ll lift off your hair in them dreary Black Hills. Well I got to Cheyenne but no gold did I find, I thought of the lunch route that l'd left behind; Through rain, hail, and snow, frozen plumb to the gills, They call me the orphan of the dreary Black Hills. So don't go away, stay at home if you can, Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne, For old sitting bull and comanche Dan, They`re raising pure hell round the town of Cheyanne. Well I wish that the feller that started this sell Was a captive, and Crazy Horse had him in hell. There's no use in greiving or swearing like pitch, But the man that would stay here`s a son of a bitch. So don't go away, stay at home if you can, Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne, For old sitting bull and chief wallapy Bill They`ll lift off your hair in them dreary Black Hills. The roundhouse at Cheyenne is filled every night With loafers and bummers of most every plight; On their backs is no clothes, in their pockets no bills, And each day they keep starting for the dreary Black Hills. So don't go away, stay at home if you can, Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne, For old sitting bull and chief wallapy Bill They`ll lift off your hair in them dreary Black Hills. So don't go away, stay at home if you can, Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne, For old sitting bull and chief wallapy Bill They`ll lift off your hair in them dreary Black Hills. No don't go away, stay at home if you can, Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne, I`d ruther be home laying sick in my bed, Then a target for some of ol` Sitting Bull`s lead.

Alone In The Dark - lyrics written and performed by Dan D. Dirges banjo in minor tuning Two finger index lead Little one, little one, dont you weep, Jesus will have your soul to keep, Jesus will have your soul to keep Little one, little one, dont you weep Mother, Mother, Alone in the dark, I know life has suffered you so hard, I know life has suffered you so hard Mother, Mother, Alone in the dark Black crow, black crow, sitting in a tree, never forgets what he has seen, never forgets what he has seen Black crow, black crow, sitting in a tree Pale moon, pale moon, somewhere in the sky, Never asks questions or reasons why, Never asks questions or reasons why Pale moon, pale moon, somewhere in the sky Buried, buried, alone in the dark (I sang this part wrong) Deep in the woods where tall firs grow Deep in the woods where tall firs grow Buried, buried, so alone in the dark Church bells, Church bells echo in my head Sorrow and penance for the innocent dead Sorrow and penance for the innocent dead Church bells, Church bells, echo in my head Little one, little one, dont you weep, Jesus will have your soul to keep, Jesus will have your soul to keep Little one, little one, dont you weep