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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

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]

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

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 I uploaded a version with a little less reverb on Bandcamp: https://danddirges.bandcamp.com/album/the-mountain-banjo-sessions-updated-regularly 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

Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Billy Bragg and Jeff Tweedy Acoustic guitar and vocals cover Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key Lyrics [Verse 1] I lived in a place called Okfuskee And I had a little girl in a holler tree I said, little girl, it's plain to see Ain't nobody that can sing like me[x2] She said it's hard for me to see How one little boy got so ugly Yes my little girly that might be But there ain't nobody that can sing like me [Chorus] Ain't nobody that can sing like me Way over yonder in the minor key Way over yonder in the minor key There ain't nobody that can sing like me [Verse 2] We walked down by the Buckeye Creek To see the frog eat the goggle-eye bee To hear the west wind whistle to the east There ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Oh my little girly will you let me see Way over yonder where the wind blows free Nobody can see in our holler tree [Chorus] [Verse 3] Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree And laid it on the she and me It stung lots worse than a hive of bees But there ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Now I have walked a long long ways And I still look back to my tanglewood days I've led lots of girls since then to stray Saying ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me [Outro] Way over yonder in the minor key[x2] Ain't nobody that can sing like me[x2]

Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Billy Bragg and Jeff Tweedy Acoustic guitar and vocals cover Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key Lyrics [Verse 1] I lived in a place called Okfuskee And I had a little girl in a holler tree I said, little girl, it's plain to see Ain't nobody that can sing like me[x2] She said it's hard for me to see How one little boy got so ugly Yes my little girly that might be But there ain't nobody that can sing like me [Chorus] Ain't nobody that can sing like me Way over yonder in the minor key Way over yonder in the minor key There ain't nobody that can sing like me [Verse 2] We walked down by the Buckeye Creek To see the frog eat the goggle-eye bee To hear the west wind whistle to the east There ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Oh my little girly will you let me see Way over yonder where the wind blows free Nobody can see in our holler tree [Chorus] [Verse 3] Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree And laid it on the she and me It stung lots worse than a hive of bees But there ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Now I have walked a long long ways And I still look back to my tanglewood days I've led lots of girls since then to stray Saying ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me [Outro] Way over yonder in the minor key[x2] Ain't nobody that can sing like me[x2]

Good Time Charlie`s Got the Blues is a Classic Country Song written by Danny O` Keefe and covered by many different country musicians. I like the Kittenclaws version best. I sing and play it on acoustic guitar fingerpicking style. I`ll post the lyrics in case you want to sing along. Good Time Charlie’s Got The Blues Lyrics [Verse 1] Everybody's gone away Said they're movin' to LA There's not a soul I know around Everybody's leavin' town [Verse 2] Some caught a freight, some caught a plane Find the sunshine, leave the rain They said this town will waste your time I guess they're right, it's wastin' mine [Chorus] Some gotta win, some gotta lose Good time Charlie's got the blues Good time Charlie's got the blues [Verse 3] Ya know my heart keeps tellin' me You're not a kid at thirty-three Ya play around ya lose your wife Ya play too long you lose your life [Verse 4] I got my pills to ease the pain Can't find a thing to ease the rain I'd love to try and settle down But everybody's leavin' town [Chorus] Some gotta win, some gotta lose Good time Charlie's got the blues Good time Charlie's got the blues Good time Charlie's got the blues

Eternity Is Only A Full Moon Away is a Cool & Dark as well as eerie and unsettling ballad I wrote many decades ago. I usually fingerpick this song but my fingers were not cooperating so I strummed it on guitar and sang it.

Good Time Charlie`s Got the Blues is a Classic Country Song written by Danny O` Keefe and covered by many different country musicians. I like the Kittenclaws version best. I sing and play it on acoustic guitar fingerpicking style. I`ll post the lyrics in case you want to sing along. Good Time Charlie’s Got The Blues Lyrics [Verse 1] Everybody's gone away Said they're movin' to LA There's not a soul I know around Everybody's leavin' town [Verse 2] Some caught a freight, some caught a plane Find the sunshine, leave the rain They said this town will waste your time I guess they're right, it's wastin' mine [Chorus] Some gotta win, some gotta lose Good time Charlie's got the blues Good time Charlie's got the blues [Verse 3] Ya know my heart keeps tellin' me You're not a kid at thirty-three Ya play around ya lose your wife Ya play too long you lose your life [Verse 4] I got my pills to ease the pain Can't find a thing to ease the rain I'd love to try and settle down But everybody's leavin' town [Chorus] Some gotta win, some gotta lose Good time Charlie's got the blues Good time Charlie's got the blues Good time Charlie's got the blues

Eternity Is Only A Full Moon Away is a Cool & Dark as well as eerie and unsettling ballad I wrote many decades ago. I usually fingerpick this song but my fingers were not cooperating so I strummed it on guitar and sang it.

Wild Bill Jones is a traditional outlaw blues folk song. I sing and play it on the guitar. This is a murder ballad which some viewers may be sensitive to. Proceed with caution. Wild Bill Jones - lyrics Clawhammer Mountain Banjo As I went out for to take a little walk I came upon that wild Bill Jones He`s a walking and talking by my true lovers side I bid him to leave her alone He said my age it is twenty-one Too old to be controlled I pulled my revolver from my side And I destroyed that poor boy's soul (alt break 1) He reeled and he staggered, and he fell to the ground And then he gave one dying moan He wrapped his arms around my true loves neck Saying honey wont you take me home So put them handcuffs on me boys And march me on down to the jail I have no friends or relations here No one for to go my bail (alt break 2) So pass around that old long necked bottle And we’ll all go on a spree For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones And tomorrow will be the death of me They sent me to prison for twenty long years This poor boy longs to be free But Wild Bill Jones and that long-necked bottle Have been the ruin of me (alt break 1 and 2 outro)

Cripple Creek is a traditional American folk song. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo in the clawmmerbanjo style. Cripple Creek lyrics Clawhammer Banjo I got a gal, At the head of the creek, I go on up and see her bout the middle of the weak. She`s got eyes of baby blue and how my love for her is true chorus: Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' on a run, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To have a little fun. Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' in a whirl, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To see my girl. Now the girls up Cripple Creek, 'Bout half grown, Jump on a boy, Like a dog on a bone. Roll my britches, Up to my knees, An' wade ol' Cripple Creek, When I please. chorus: Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' on a run, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To have a little fun. Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' in a whirl, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To see my girl. I've got a gal and she loves me, She`s as sweet as she can be. Cripple Creek's wide, An' Cripple Creek's deep, Gonna wade ol' Cripple Creek, before I sleep. chorus: Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' on a run, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To have a little fun. Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' in a whirl, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To see my girl.

Cripple Creek is a traditional American folk song. I sing and play it on guitar this time. Cripple Creek lyrics I got a gal, At the head of the creek, I go on up and see her bout the middle of the weak. She`s got eyes of baby blue and how my love for her is true chorus: Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' on a run, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To have a little fun. Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' in a whirl, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To see my girl. Now the girls up Cripple Creek, 'Bout half grown, Jump on a boy, Like a dog on a bone. Roll my britches, Up to my knees, An' wade ol' Cripple Creek, When I please. chorus: Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' on a run, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To have a little fun. Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' in a whirl, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To see my girl. I've got a gal and she loves me, She`s as sweet as she can be. Cripple Creek's wide, An' Cripple Creek's deep, Gonna wade ol' Cripple Creek, before I sleep. chorus: Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' on a run, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To have a little fun. Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' in a whirl, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To see my girl.

Wild Bill Jones is a traditional outlaw blues folk banjo song. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo in the clawhammer style. Banjo is in sawmill tuning. This is a murder ballad which some viewers may be sensitive to. Proceed with caution. (I`m going to take a break from posting music videos for awhile) Wild Bill Jones - lyrics Clawhammer Mountain Banjo As I went out for to take a little walk I came upon that wild Bill Jones He`s a walking and talking by my true lovers side I bid him to leave her alone He said my age it is twenty-one Too old to be controlled I pulled my revolver from my side And I destroyed that poor boy's soul (alt break 1) He reeled and he staggered, and he fell to the ground And then he gave one dying moan He wrapped his arms around my true loves neck Saying honey wont you take me home So put them handcuffs on me boys And march me on down to the jail I have no friends or relations here No one for to go my bail (alt break 2) So pass around that old long necked bottle And we’ll all go on a spree For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones And tomorrow will be the death of me They sent me to prison for twenty long years This poor boy longs to be free But Wild Bill Jones and that long-necked bottle Have been the ruin of me (alt break 1 and 2 outro)

Wild Bill Jones is a traditional outlaw blues folk song. I sing and play it on the guitar. This is a murder ballad which some viewers may be sensitive to. Proceed with caution. You may need to take a couple extra strength tylenol after listening to this because it sound like somebody is hammering nails into your head. I`m going to put silk and steel strings on my guitar, I heard those have a mellower tone and also work on playing softer. I`ll leave it posted for now until I can do a better version someday. Wild Bill Jones - lyrics Clawhammer Mountain Banjo As I went out for to take a little walk I came upon that wild Bill Jones He`s a walking and talking by my true lovers side I bid him to leave her alone He said my age it is twenty-one Too old to be controlled I pulled my revolver from my side And I destroyed that poor boy's soul (alt break 1) He reeled and he staggered, and he fell to the ground And then he gave one dying moan He wrapped his arms around my true loves neck Saying honey wont you take me home So put them handcuffs on me boys And march me on down to the jail I have no friends or relations here No one for to go my bail (alt break 2) So pass around that old long necked bottle And we’ll all go on a spree For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones And tomorrow will be the death of me They sent me to prison for twenty long years This poor boy longs to be free But Wild Bill Jones and that long-necked bottle Have been the ruin of me (alt break 1 and 2 outro)

Cripple Creek is a traditional American folk song. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo in the clawmmerbanjo style. Cripple Creek lyrics Clawhammer Banjo I got a gal, At the head of the creek, I go on up and see her bout the middle of the weak. She`s got eyes of baby blue and how my love for her is true chorus: Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' on a run, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To have a little fun. Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' in a whirl, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To see my girl. Now the girls up Cripple Creek, 'Bout half grown, Jump on a boy, Like a dog on a bone. Roll my britches, Up to my knees, An' wade ol' Cripple Creek, When I please. chorus: Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' on a run, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To have a little fun. Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' in a whirl, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To see my girl. I've got a gal and she loves me, She`s as sweet as she can be. Cripple Creek's wide, An' Cripple Creek's deep, Gonna wade ol' Cripple Creek, before I sleep. chorus: Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' on a run, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To have a little fun. Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' in a whirl, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To see my girl.

Cripple Creek is a traditional American folk song. I sing and play it on guitar this time. Cripple Creek lyrics I got a gal, At the head of the creek, I go on up and see her bout the middle of the weak. She`s got eyes of baby blue and how my love for her is true chorus: Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' on a run, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To have a little fun. Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' in a whirl, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To see my girl. Now the girls up Cripple Creek, 'Bout half grown, Jump on a boy, Like a dog on a bone. Roll my britches, Up to my knees, An' wade ol' Cripple Creek, When I please. chorus: Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' on a run, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To have a little fun. Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' in a whirl, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To see my girl. I've got a gal and she loves me, She`s as sweet as she can be. Cripple Creek's wide, An' Cripple Creek's deep, Gonna wade ol' Cripple Creek, before I sleep. chorus: Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' on a run, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To have a little fun. Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' in a whirl, Goin' up Cripple Creek, To see my girl.

The Riddle Song (I Gave My Love A Cherry) Lyrics Traditional Folk Song Fingerpicking guitar version I gave my love a cherry that has no stone I gave my love a chicken that has no bone I gave my love a story that has no end I gave my love a baby with no cryin How can there be a cherry that has no stone? How can there be a chicken that has no bone? How can there be a story that has no end? How can there be a baby with no cryin? A cherry, when it's blooming, it has no stone A chicken when it's pipping, it has no bone The story of I love you, it has no end A baby when it's sleeping, there`s no cryin I gave my love a cherry that has no stone I gave my love a chicken that has no bone I gave my love a story that has no end I gave my love a baby with no cryin

The Riddle Song (I Gave My Love A Cherry) Lyrics Traditional Folk Song Clawhammer Banjo Mountain Banjo I gave my love a cherry that has no stone I gave my love a chicken that has no bone I gave my love a story that has no end I gave my love a baby with no cryin How can there be a cherry that has no stone? How can there be a chicken that has no bone? How can there be a story that has no end? How can there be a baby with no cryin? A cherry, when it's blooming, it has no stone A chicken when it's pipping, it has no bone The story of I love you, it has no end A baby when it's sleeping, there`s no cryin I gave my love a cherry that has no stone I gave my love a chicken that has no bone I gave my love a story that has no end I gave my love a baby with no cryin