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Soon May the Wellerman come is a sea shanty. It`s also known as The Wellerman or just Wellerman. The captain crew and all are out hunting the whale. This one is packed full of action, adventure and suspense! Will the whale be caught? I play here on the guitar in the fingerpicking style while singing it. I have a banjo version posted as well Soon May the Wellerman Come - lyrics Fingerpicking guitar version There once was a ship that put to sea, And the name of the ship was the Billy of Tea The winds blew up, her bow dipped low, Oh blow, my bully boys, blow. Soon may the Wellerman come And bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, I'll take my leave and go. She had not been two weeks from shore When down on her right a whale bore. The captain called all hands and swore He'd take that whale in tow. Soon may the Wellerman come And bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, I'll take my leave and go. Before the boat had hit the water The whale's tail came up and caught her. All hands to the side harpooned and fought her When she dived down below. Soon may the Wellerman come And bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, I'll take my leave and go. No line was cut, no whale was freed; The Captain's mind was not of greed, But he belonged to the whaleman's creed; She took the ship in tow. Soon may the Wellerman come And bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, I'll take my leave and go. For forty days, or even more, The line went slack, then tight once more. All boats were lost, there were only four But still the whale did go. Soon may the Wellerman come And bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, I'll take my leave and go. As far as I've heard, the fight's still on; The line's not cut and the whale's not gone. The Wellerman makes his regular call To encourage the Captain, crew, and all. Soon may the Wellerman come And bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, I'll take my leave and go.

(0:45 to skip intro): Go Tell Aunt Rhody, also known as Aunt Rhody is a well know traditional folk song. I play it on mountain banjo, two finger index lead and kind of sad like after a short intro. Go Tell Aunt Rhody - Traditional - lyrics performed by: Dan D. Dirges Go tell Aunt Rhody, Go tell Aunt Rhody, Go tell Aunt Rhody The old gray goose is dead. The one she's been saving, The one she's been saving, The one she's been saving To make a feather bed. The goslings are mourning, The goslings are mourning, The goslings are mourning, Because their mother's dead. The old gander's weeping, The old gander's weeping, The old gander's weeping, Because his wife is dead. She died in the mill pond, She died in the mill pond, She died in the mill pond From standing on her head. Go tell Aunt Rhody, Go tell Aunt Rhody, Go tell Aunt Rhody The old gray goose is dead.

Frankie and Albert is a folk song. Also known as Frankie and Johnny. It`s a murder ballad. I played it on the mountain banjo, two finger thumb lead cause my clawhammer is in for repairs. I`ll post a guitar version too. Nora Brown absolutely kills this song and my version though a little different is heavily inspired from hers. She has a couple versions posted. One outside with the birds chirping and another in a Brooklyn church which might even be better. Frankie and Albert - lyrics Banjo tuning: F# DEAD (relative) Frankie and Albert were sweethearts, everybody knows She spent a hundred dollars for Albert`s a suit of clothes He was her man but he done her wrong Frankie went to the barroom, didn`t buy no beer Said Mr. Bartender has my Albert been here He was her man but he done her wrong Now I ain`t gonna tell no stories I ain`t gonna tell no lies Albert was here an hour ago with a girl called Nelly Bly He was your man but he done you wrong Frankie went out walking, didn`t go for fun Underneath her little red coat she had a forty one She killed her man, cause he done her wrong She came up to the house, didn`t make no sound Looking thru the window glass, saw Albert in Nelly`s arms He was her man but he done her wrong First time she shot him he staggered, second time she shot him he fell Third time she shot him he fell back on his heel He was her man but he done her wrong Roll me over doctor, roll me nice and slow Roll me on my left side, my right side hurts me so I was her man but I done her wrong Frankie went out walking, late one Summer`s night Judge said to Frankie you`re gonna be justified You killed your man, but he done you wrong

Frankie and Albert is a folk song. Also known as Frankie and Johnny. This is a tragic murder ballad. Fingerpicking guitar and vocal version. I have a banjo version posted as well Frankie and Albert - lyrics Frankie and Albert were sweethearts, everybody knows She spent a hundred dollars for Albert`s a suit of clothes He was her man but he done her wrong Frankie went to the barroom, didn`t buy no beer Said Mr. Bartender has my Albert been here He was her man but he done her wrong Now I ain`t gonna tell no stories I ain`t gonna tell no lies Albert was here an hour ago with a girl called Nelly Bly He was your man but he done you wrong Frankie went out walking, didn`t go for fun Underneath her little red coat she had a forty one She killed her man, cause he done her wrong She came up to the house, didn`t make no sound Looking thru the window glass, saw Albert in Nelly`s arms He was her man but he done her wrong First time she shot him he staggered, second time she shot him he fell Third time she shot him he fell back on his heel He was her man but he done her wrong Roll me over doctor, roll me nice and slow Roll me on my left side, my right side hurts me so I was her man but I done her wrong Frankie went out walking, late one Summer`s night Judge said to Frankie you`re gonna be justified You killed your man, but he done you wrong

Hark the herald angels sing - lyrics performed by Dan D. Dirges Banjo in standard tuning only tuned down to D Clawhammer banjo or Two finger banjo Sing and pick out the melody at the same time 1) Hark! The herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled Joyful all ye nations rise Join the triumph of the skies With angelic host proclaim Christ is born in Bethlehem Hark! The herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King 2) Christ by highest heaven adored Christ, the everlasting Lord Late in time behold He'll come Offspring of a Virgin's womb Veiled in flesh the Godhead see Hail the incarnate deity Pleased as man with man to dwell Jesus, our Emmanuel Hark! The herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King 3) Hail, the heaven born Prince of Peace Hail, the Son of Righteousness Light and life to all He brings Risen with healing in His wings Mild He lays His glory by Born that man no more may die Born to raise the sons of earth Born to give them second birth Hark! The herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King Songwriters GAMLEY, DOUGLAS / WESLEY, CHARLES / MENDELSSOHN BARTHOLDY, FELIX J. L. click 0:45 to skip intro

Eldorado is a poem by Edgar Allan Poe. I put music to it. I sing and play it fingerpicking style on a classical guitar. I guess this is sort of a collab with Edgar and me. Eldorado (Poem by Edgar Allan Poe) (Music by Dan D. Dirges) Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old- This knight so bold- And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow- "Shadow," said he, "Where can it be- This land of Eldorado?" "Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied- "If you seek for Eldorado!" And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow- "Shadow," said he, "Where can it be- This land of Eldorado?"

There Is A Happy Land Far Far Away, also known as, There Is A Happy Land is a spiritual. I play and sing it on a mountain banjo in the clawhammer banjo style. There Is a Happy Land - lyrics Andrew Young, 1838 Copyright: Public Domain Main subject: Heaven Scripture: Psalm 149:5; Revelation 21:4 Banjo in standard tuning only way down to the key of B performed and arranged by Dan D. Dirges There is a happy land, far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, bright, bright as day; Oh, how they sweetly sing, worthy is our Savior King, Loud let His praises ring, praise, praise for aye. Come to that happy land, come, come away; Why will you doubting stand, why still delay? Oh, we shall happy be, when from sin and sorrow free, Lord, we shall live with Thee, blest, blest for aye. Bright, in that happy land, beams every eye; Kept by a Father’s hand, love cannot die; Oh, then to glory run; be a crown and kingdom won; And, bright, bright above the sun, we reign for aye. There is a happy land, Come to that happy land Oh, we shall happy be, when from sin and sorrow free, Lord, we shall live with Thee, blest, blest for aye. ---------- Revelation 21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

Young Edwin in the Lowlands Low is a Celtic Folk ballad probably from England, Scotland or Ireland. Other names for this song are, Young Emma, Edwin, Edwin In the Lowlands Low and Edwin In the Lowlands. I sing and play it on acoustic guitar in a fingerpicking style. I added a Valhalla supermassive reverb but hopefully I didn`t overdo it. Lyrics and chords below Young Edwin in the Lowlands Low - lyrics Guitar chords - Intro: Am Em C F AM / Verses: Am Em Am G F Am | C Gsus4 Am Em G | Am Em Am G F Am Come, all you wild, young people And listen to the song That I will sing concerning gold, Which guides so many wrong. Young Emma was a servant-maid And loved a sailor bold, He ploughed the main much gold to gain, For his Love, as we've been told. Young Emma she did daily mourn Since Edwin first did roam; When seven long years were past and gone, Then Edwin hailed his home. He went unto young Emma's house The store of gold to show, Which he had gained upon the main Above the Lowlands Low. Her father kept a public inn, It stood down by the sea. Says Emma, 'You can enter in And there this night can be. I'll meet you in the morning, Don't let my parents know, Your name it is young Edwin That ploughed the Lowlands Low.' As Emma she lay sleeping She had a frightful dream, She dreamt her Love stood weeping, His blood poured in a stream. She rose up in the morning And to her friends did go, Because she loved him dearly; That ploughed the Lowlands Low. 'Oh, mother, where's the stranger lad, Came here last night to stay?' 'Oh, he is dead, no tales can tell;' Her father he did say. 'Then father, oh cruel father, You will die a public show For murdering my Edwin, That ploughed the Lowlands Low. The fishes of the ocean Swim o'er my lover's breast, His body rolls in motion, I hope his soul`s at rest, How cruel were my parents To prove his overthrow, And take the gold from one so bold That ploughed the Lowlands Low. Young Edwin in the Lowlands Low / Edwin / Young Emma [ Roud 182 ; Master title: Young Edwin in the Lowlands Low ; Laws M34 ; G/D 2:189 ; Henry H113 ; Ballad Index LM34 ; Bodleian Roud 182 ; Wiltshire 784 ; Mudcat 22884 ; trad.]

Black Jack Davy is a traditional folk song. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo in the clawhammer style. With song introduction. click 1:01 to skip intro Black Jack Davey lyric clawhammer banjo Black Jack Davey went a riding Through the woods Singing songs so gaily. He sang so loud He made the wild woods ring And he charmed the heart of a lady Charmed the heart of a wife. The old man came a riding Home that night Asking for his lady The servant spoke before he thought. "She's gone with the black Jack Davey. She's gone with the Gypsy boy." Well, saddle for me my big black horse, My hundred dollar saddle Show to me the way they went And after them I'll travel. After them I'll ride. He rode and he rode to the mdinight moon Till he saw a campfire gleaming He heard the sound of a big guitar, And the voice of his lady singing A song of the Gypsy boy. Will you forsake your house and home? Will you forsake your baby? Will you forsake your husband dear, To go with the black Jack Davey To go with the Gypsy boy. Yes I'll forsake my house and home, And I'll forsake my baby. And I'll forsake my husband dear, To sing with the black Jack Davey, Lie with the black Jack Davey, Love the black Jack Davey. Squeeze the black Jack Davey. I'll lie in the mud and the rain. Timestamps 0:00 - song introduction 1:01 - song starts 3:10 - song ending

You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere is a song written by Bob Dylan. I sing and play it on guitar. You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere - lyrics WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN Clouds so swift Rain won’t lift Gate won’t close Railings froze Get your mind off wintertime You ain’t goin’ nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow’s the day My bride’s gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! I don’t care How many letters they sent Morning came and morning went Pick up your money And pack up your tent You ain’t goin’ nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow’s the day My bride’s gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! Buy me a flute And a gun that shoots Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself To the tree with roots You ain’t goin’ nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow’s the day My bride’s gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! Genghis Khan He could not keep All his kings Supplied with sleep We’ll climb that hill no matter how steep When we get up to it Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow’s the day My bride’s gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! Copyright © 1967 by Dwarf Music; renewed 1995 by Dwarf Music

Black Jack Davy is a traditional folk song. I sing and play it on guitar with thumbpick and index finger. Sort of like the Carter Scratch. I played a couple of short simple solos. Black Jack Davey - lyrics Black Jack Davey went a riding Through the woods Singing songs so gaily. He sang so loud He made the wild woods ring And he charmed the heart of a lady Charmed the heart of a wife. The old man came a riding Home that night Asking for his lady The servant spoke before he thought. "She's gone with the black Jack Davey. She's gone with the Gypsy boy." Well, saddle for me my big black horse, My hundred dollar saddle Show to me the way they went And after them I'll travel. After them I'll ride. He rode and he rode to the mdinight moon Till he saw a campfire gleaming He heard the sound of a big guitar, And the voice of his lady singing A song of the Gypsy boy. Will you forsake your house and home? Will you forsake your baby? Will you forsake your husband dear, To go with the black Jack Davey To go with the Gypsy boy. Yes I'll forsake my house and home, And I'll forsake my baby. And I'll forsake my husband dear, To sing with the black Jack Davey, Lie with the black Jack Davey, Love the black Jack Davey. Squeeze the black Jack Davey. I'll lie in the mud and the rain.

The Crawdad Hole or The Crawdad Song, You get a line and I`ll get a pole, Crawdad, Crawdad song. Many different names and different lyrics. An old Southern Appalachian Traditional American folk song. I pick it out on the guitar and sing it. Here are the traditional lyrics. Jump in anywhere and sing along with me now you hear. Crawdad hole - Lyrics Traditional Folk Song Performed by, Dan D. Dirges You get a line and I'll get a pole, Honey, You get a line and I'll get a pole, Babe. You get a line and I'll get a pole, We'll go down to the crawdad hole, Honey, sugar baby mine. Sittin' on the bank 'til your feet get cold, Honey, Sittin' on the bank 'til your feet get cold, Babe, Sittin' on the bank 'til your feet get cold, watching that crawdad dig his hole, Honey, sugar baby mine. What you gonna do when the well goes dry, Honey, What you gonna do when the well goes dry, Babe, What you gonna do when the well goes dry, Gonna sit on the bank and cry cry cry Honey, sugar baby mine. Get up old man you slept too late, Honey, Get up old man you slept too late, Babe, Get up old man you slept too late, That crawdad man's done passed your gate, Honey, sugar baby mine. Yonder comes a man with a pack on his back, Honey, Yonder comes a man with a pack on his back, Babe, Yonder comes a man with a pack on his back, Packin' all the crawdads he can pack, Honey, sugar baby mine. You get a line and I'll get a pole, Honey, You get a line and I'll get a pole, Babe. You get a line and I'll get a pole, We'll go down to the crawdad hole, Honey, sugar baby mine.

The Crawdad Hole or The Crawdad Song, You get a line and I`ll get a pole, Crawdad, Crawdad song. Many different names and different lyrics. An old Southern Appalachian American folk song. I play it in the old time banjo clawhammer style on a mountain banjo and sing it. Here are the traditional lyrics. Jump in anywhere and sing along with me now you hear. Crawdad hole - Lyrics Traditional Folk Song Performed by, Dan D. Dirges You get a line and I'll get a pole, Honey, You get a line and I'll get a pole, Babe. You get a line and I'll get a pole, We'll go down to the crawdad hole, Honey, sugar baby mine. Sittin' on the bank 'til your feet get cold, Honey, Sittin' on the bank 'til your feet get cold, Babe, Sittin' on the bank 'til your feet get cold, watching that crawdad dig his hole, Honey, sugar baby mine. What you gonna do when the well goes dry, Honey, What you gonna do when the well goes dry, Babe, What you gonna do when the well goes dry, Gonna sit on the bank and cry cry cry Honey, sugar baby mine. Get up old man you slept too late, Honey, Get up old man you slept too late, Babe, Get up old man you slept too late, That crawdad man's done passed your gate, Honey, sugar baby mine. Yonder comes a man with a pack on his back, Honey, Yonder comes a man with a pack on his back, Babe, Yonder comes a man with a pack on his back, Packin' all the crawdads he can pack, Honey, sugar baby mine. You get a line and I'll get a pole, Honey, You get a line and I'll get a pole, Babe. You get a line and I'll get a pole, We'll go down to the crawdad hole, Honey, sugar baby mine.

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]

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

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.

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