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Swing and Turn Jubilee is a traditional folk song which is fun to play at a barn dance or out on the porch. Swing and Turn Jubilee lyrics Clawhammer Banjo and vocal All out on the old railroad, All out on the sea, All out on the old railroad, Far as I can see. Chorus (after each verse): Swing and turn, Jubilee Live and learn, Jubilee Hardest work I ever done, Working on a farm, Easiest work I ever done, Rolling in your arms. If I had no horse to ride, I’d be found a-crawlin’ Up and down this rocky road, Searching for my darlin. Some will come on Saturday night And some will come on Sunday If you give ’em half a chance, They’ll be back on Monday. If I had a needle and thread, As fine as I could sew, I’d sew my true love to my side And down the river we`d flow. I won`t have no widow woman, Neither does my cousin, You can get such stuff as that, Fifteen cents a dozen. Coffee grows on a white oak tree, Sugar runs in Brandy, Girls are sweet as a lump of gold, Boys as sweet as candy.

O come, O come, Emmanuel is a Christmas Carol which has roots that go back to the ninth century. John Mason Neale translated the Latin text in 1864 to English and has been a favorite for many to sing around Christmas time but really these Christmas songs should not be limited just singing them around the holidays but year round. Anyways I sing and play it on acoustic guitar. I added more reverb than I usualIy do. I posted a version on Rumble with a lot less reverb if you want to have a look. I was going to add a link but I thick that`s against the rules. O Come, O Come, Emmanuel – full lyrics (my version) O come, O come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here, Until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, O bright and Morning Star, and bring us comfort from afar! Dispel the shadows of the night and turn our darkness into light. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, Thou Dayspring, from on high, And cheer us by Thy drawing nigh; Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death's dark shadows put to flight. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, Thou Key of David, come And open wide our heav'nly home; Make safe the way that leads on high, And close the path to misery. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, O come, Emmanuel is a Christmas Carol which has roots that go back to the ninth century. John Mason Neale translated the Latin text in 1864 to English and has been a favorite for many to sing around Christmas time but really these Christmas songs should not be limited just singing them around the holidays but year round. Anyways I sing and play it on acoustic guitar. I have a version posted with less reverb too. O Come, O Come, Emmanuel – full lyrics (my version) O come, O come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here, Until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, O bright and Morning Star, and bring us comfort from afar! Dispel the shadows of the night and turn our darkness into light. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, Thou Dayspring, from on high, And cheer us by Thy drawing nigh; Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death's dark shadows put to flight. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, Thou Key of David, come And open wide our heav'nly home; Make safe the way that leads on high, And close the path to misery. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, O come, Emmanuel is a Christmas Carol which has roots that go back to the ninth century. John Mason Neale translated the Latin text in 1864 to English and has been a favorite for many to sing around Christmas time but really these Christmas songs should not be limited just singing them around the holidays but year round. Anyways I sing and play it on acoustic guitar. I have a version posted with more reverb as well. O Come, O Come, Emmanuel – full lyrics (my version) O come, O come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here, Until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, O bright and Morning Star, and bring us comfort from afar! Dispel the shadows of the night and turn our darkness into light. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, Thou Dayspring, from on high, And cheer us by Thy drawing nigh; Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death's dark shadows put to flight. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, Thou Key of David, come And open wide our heav'nly home; Make safe the way that leads on high, And close the path to misery. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. - O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free Thine own from Satan's tyranny; From depths of hell Thy people save, And give them victory o'er the grave. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.

My Old Kentucky Home is song written by Stephen Foster. I sing and play it on a mountain banjo, two finger thumb lead with no thumb pick! I usually use a thumb pick because it`s easier for me to play with one but I have always liked the sound of no picks at all much better, but it`s a totally different feel for me but I think It`s finally coming around a little. There are many different interpretations of the meaning of this song and Stephen Foster has wrongly and cruelly been labelled a racist by many in the old time music community however if you just read the lyrics it`s easy to see he has compassion and empathy for the people leaving the cabin home whether the`re slaves or a family or both. This song is also sung every year at the start of the Kentucky Derby horse race. My Old Kentucky Home lyrics Stephen Foster Banjo in relative standard G tuning but tuned down to low C. Oh, the sun shines bright On my old Kentucky home 'Tis summer, The old folks are gay Well, the corn top's ripe And the meadow's in the bloom While the birds make music All the day Weep no more, my lady Oh, weep no more, today We will sing one song For my old Kentucky home For my old Kentucky home Far away. Well, the young folks roll All around the cabin floor They're merry, all Happy and bright By 'n by hard times will A-come a-knockin' at my door Then my old Kentucky home Good night Weep no more, my lady No, weep no more, today We will sing one song For my old Kentucky home For my old Kentucky home Far away. They hunt no more for the possum and the coon, On meadow, the hill and the shore, They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, On the bench by the old cabin door. The day goes by like a shadow o’er the heart, With sorrow, where all was delight, The time has come when we will have to part, Then my old Kentucky home, goodnight. Weep no more, my lady Oh, weep no more, today We will sing one song For my old Kentucky home For my old Kentucky home Far away.

Shine Your Light is a song I wrote on the guitar. I worked up this banjo arrangement and play it on a wood top banjo.

Morning Fair is a song I heard Frank Proffitt play on the banjo. He learned it from his Aunt. It`s there version of the traditional folk song. I play it on guitar, all might post a banjo version someday. Morning fair Frank Proffitt lyrics As I woke up one morning fair To take a walk all in the air, I thought I heard my true love say, “Oh turn and come my way. “You told me tales, you told me lies, You courted a girl worth more than I. But gold will fade and silver will fly, My love for you will never die. “Oh, tell me, Willie, oh tell me please, Do you take her upon your knees And hug and kiss her all so free And tell her things you won't tell me? “Is it because that I am poor That you turn me far from your door To wander out in a cruel dark world Because you love a rich man's girl?” “She gave me cake, she gave me wine, I rode out in her carriage fine; She set herself upon my knee And begged and kissed me all so free. “Her father gives to me his land And also of his daughter's hand; To give it up, a fool I'd be, To trade it all for the love of thee.” She went upstairs, up to her bed; An aching was all in her head; A rope she tied around the sill; They found her hanging, cold and still. There in her bosom was this note, All with her pen these words she wrote: “Heap up my grave so very high So Willie can see as he rides by.”

I thought this song would be fun for halloween. It`s not too scary, no blood and guts but it`s kind of creepy and dirge like. I tuned the guitar down a full step and half so I can sing it in the right key. So it`s tuned like a barotone guitar. I added more reverb than I usually do. Let me know if its too much or needs even more. Eternity Is Only A Full Moon Away Written and Performed by Dan D. Dirges Fingerpicking acoustic guitar and vocal Maybe you can`t see me but I`ve been watching you From underneath a yellow moon, framed in black and blue There in the night, where dreams fill the sky And all lost souls go to die Somewhere, forever, for always, never apart we`ll be If I cannot have you here, I will have you there Somewhere, forever in eternity, in eternity, in eternity You know you can`t stay here, now it`s time to leave So come and take my hand, together we will be You`re far too fair for one such as I But soon we`ll disapper in the sweet by and by Somewhere, forever, for always, never apart we`ll be If I cannot have you here, I will have you there Somewhere, forever in eternity, in eternity, in eternity

Autumn To May is a song I think was written by Peter Yarrow and Paul Stookey of the band, Peter Paul and Mary. Dave Van Ronk recorded an excellent but much different version around the same time in the early 1960`s which makes me think it might be a traditional folk song. I have trouble getting a decent recording when I strum the guitar so I stuffed the guitar full of towels to make it less loud. It sounds muffled and very clunky. I have no idea the problem is. I`ve tried everything I can think of. Anyways this is one of the first songs I learned to play and it`s still one of my favorites. AUTUMN TO MAY lyrics Oh once I had a little dog, his color it was brown I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run His legs they were fourteen yards long, his ears so very wide Around the world in half a day, upon him I could ride. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May. Oh once I had a little frog, he wore a vest of red He'd lean upon his silver cane, a top hat on his head He'd speak of far off places, of things to see and do, Of all the Kings and Queens he'd met while sailing in a shoe. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May. Oh once I had a flock of sheep, they grazed upon a feather I'd keep them in a music box from wind or rainy weather And every day the sun would shine, they'd fly all through the town To bring me back some golden rings, candy by the pound. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May. Oh once I had a downey swan, she was so very frail She sat upon an oyster shell and hatched me out a snail The snail had changed into a bird, the bird to butterfly And he who tells a bigger tale would have to tell a lie. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May.

I thought this song would be fun for halloween. It`s not too scary, no blood and guts but it`s kind of creepy and dirge like. I tuned the guitar down a full step and half so I can sing it in the right key. So it`s tuned like a barotone guitar. Eternity Is Only A Full Moon Away Written and Performed by Dan D. Dirges Fingerpicking acoustic guitar and vocal Maybe you can`t see me but I`ve been watching you From underneath a yellow moon, framed in black and blue There in the night, where dreams fill the sky And all lost souls go to die Somewhere, forever, for always, never apart we`ll be If I cannot have you here, I will have you there Somewhere, forever in eternity, in eternity, in eternity You know you can`t stay here, now it`s time to leave So come and take my hand, together we will be You`re far too fair for one such as I But soon we`ll disapper in the sweet by and by Somewhere, forever, for always, never apart we`ll be If I cannot have you here, I will have you there Somewhere, forever in eternity, in eternity, in eternity

Autumn To May is a song I think was written by Peter Yarrow and Paul Stookey of the band, Peter Paul and Mary. Dave Van Ronk recorded an excellent but much different version around the same time in the early 1960`s which makes me think it might be a traditional folk song. I have trouble getting a decent recording when I strum the guitar so I stuffed the guitar full of towels to make it less loud. It sounds muffled and very clunky. I have no idea the problem is. I`ve tried everything I can think of. Anyways this is one of the first songs I learned to play and it`s still one of my favorites. AUTUMN TO MAY lyrics Oh once I had a little dog, his color it was brown I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run His legs they were fourteen yards long, his ears so very wide Around the world in half a day, upon him I could ride. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May. Oh once I had a little frog, he wore a vest of red He'd lean upon his silver cane, a top hat on his head He'd speak of far off places, of things to see and do, Of all the Kings and Queens he'd met while sailing in a shoe. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May. Oh once I had a flock of sheep, they grazed upon a feather I'd keep them in a music box from wind or rainy weather And every day the sun would shine, they'd fly all through the town To bring me back some golden rings, candy by the pound. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May. Oh once I had a downey swan, she was so very frail She sat upon an oyster shell and hatched me out a snail The snail had changed into a bird, the bird to butterfly And he who tells a bigger tale would have to tell a lie. Sing Tarry-O Day, Sing, Autumn to May.

For One Who Never Was - lyrics Written and Performed by Dan D. Dirges Guitar Fingerpicking and Vocal Harry was large, stood six foot four Had a grotesque face, in his head he fought a war He lived next door, in the room next to mine He seldom went out, he preferred to stay inside Where he`d sing to the stars, through his apartment window People stopped to hear, from the street below Will it takes a kinds to make the world go rough Fate can be so cold Many faces I`ve seen, many places I`ve been I`ve never met a man so strange As Harry Jones I asked him once, how things were He said I`m ok, though I`m not so sure Then he looked in the mirror and began to weep When I asked what`s wrong, he said I don`t believe Then he asked me strange, what love was like I said it`s ok, he bowed his head and cried Will it takes a kinds to make the world go rough Fate can be so cold Many faces I`ve seen, many places I`ve been I`ve never met a man so strange As Harry Jones At Christmas time, he`d decorate the hallways Sing Yule songs, to pass the time away Though he went no where and no one came around This time of year, some happiness he found When the shotgun blast, shook the pictures on the wall The stars cried out, for what they saw Will it takes a kinds to make the world go rough Fate can be so cold Many faces I`ve seen, many places I`ve been I`ve never met a man so strange As Harry Jones Formally known as: The Lonesome Death Of Harry Jones

Loving Henry, also known as, Henry Lee as well as, Lou Bonnie, Young Hunting, Henry Lee, Loving Henry Lee. Harold & Margaret Winters perform this song so great. Nick Cave has also recorded it. It`s listed as Child Ballad number 68. *(Child Ballads are not necessarily for children, it refers to a group of ballads collected by, Francis James Child) Guitar in open D tuning: Bm A Bm / Bm A Bm / Bm A / G Csharp minor Bm Banjo in standard D tuning: Same as guitar Bm A Bm / Bm A Bm / Bm A / G Csharp minor Bm 3/4 time Loving Henry - lyrics (Harold & Margaret Winters version) Lie down, lie down, loving Henry, she said And spend the night with me Your bed will be of the softest down The best I`ll give to thee I can`t lie down and I won`t lie down To spend the night with thee I have another love in archers land I love much better than thee As he bent down from his saddle low To give her kisses three She took her knife in her right hand And stabbed his heart (bitterly? Carefully? for thee? for free?) She took him by his golden hair Her sister by his feet They threw him in the old stone well So cold, so damp and deep Lie there, lie there loving Henry she said Till the meat rots from your bones Your own true love in Archers land Will think your a long time gone A little bird sitting up in a tree I hear in all they did say Said I`ll fly away to archers land And there I`ll sit and sing Fly down, fly down little bird she said And sit upon my knee Your cage will be of the purest gold With a perch of ivory I can`t fly down and I won`t fly down And sit upon your knee For if you`d murder your own true love Then you would murder me I wish I had an arrow A bow and a string I`d perce your heart little bird she said And the more you`ll sit and sing But you haven`t got an arrow A bow nor a string So I`ll fly away to archers land and there I`ll sit and sing Variants 1238 Lou Bonnie 1400 Loving Henry 1535 Henry Lee

Loving Henry, also known as, Henry Lee as well as, Lou Bonnie, Young Hunting, Henry Lee, Loving Henry Lee. Harold & Margaret Winters perform this song so great. Nick Cave has also recorded it. It`s listed as Child Ballad number 68. *(Child Ballads are not necessarily for children, it refers to a group of ballads collected by, Francis James Child) Guitar in open D tuning: Bm A Bm / Bm A Bm / Bm A / G Csharp minor Bm Banjo in standard D tuning: Same as guitar Bm A Bm / Bm A Bm / Bm A / G Csharp minor Bm 3/4 time Loving Henry - lyrics (Harold & Margaret Winters version) Lie down, lie down, loving Henry, she said And spend the night with me Your bed will be of the softest down The best I`ll give to thee I can`t lie down and I won`t lie down To spend the night with thee I have another love in archers land I love much better than thee As he bent down from his saddle low To give her kisses three She took her knife in her right hand And stabbed his heart (bitterly? Carefully? for thee? for free?) She took him by his golden hair Her sister by his feet They threw him in the old stone well So cold, so damp and deep Lie there, lie there loving Henry she said Till the meat rots from your bones Your own true love in Archers land Will think your a long time gone A little bird sitting up in a tree I hear in all they did say Said I`ll fly away to archers land And there I`ll sit and sing Fly down, fly down little bird she said And sit upon my knee Your cage will be of the purest gold With a perch of ivory I can`t fly down and I won`t fly down And sit upon your knee For if you`d murder your own true love Then you would murder me I wish I had an arrow A bow and a string I`d perce your heart little bird she said And the more you`ll sit and sing But you haven`t got an arrow A bow nor a string So I`ll fly away to archers land and there I`ll sit and sing Variants 1238 Lou Bonnie 1400 Loving Henry 1535 Henry Lee

For One Who Never Was - lyrics Written and Performed by Dan D. Dirges Guitar Fingerpicking and Vocal Harry was large, stood six foot four Had a grotesque face, in his head he fought a war He lived next door, in the room next to mine He seldom went out, he preferred to stay inside Where he`d sing to the stars, through his apartment window People stopped to hear, from the street below Will it takes a kinds to make the world go rough Fate can be so cold Many faces I`ve seen, many places I`ve been I`ve never met a man so strange As Harry Jones I asked him once, how things were He said I`m ok, though I`m not so sure Then he looked in the mirror and began to weep When I asked what`s wrong, he said I don`t believe Then he asked me strange, what love was like I said it`s ok, he bowed his head and cried Will it takes a kinds to make the world go rough Fate can be so cold Many faces I`ve seen, many places I`ve been I`ve never met a man so strange As Harry Jones At Christmas time, he`d decorate the hallways Sing Yule songs, to pass the time away Though he went no where and no one came around This time of year, some happiness he found When the shotgun blast, shook the pictures on the wall The stars cried out, for what they saw Will it takes a kinds to make the world go rough Fate can be so cold Many faces I`ve seen, many places I`ve been I`ve never met a man so strange As Harry Jones Formally known as: The Lonesome Death Of Harry Jones

"Hey Johnny Cope", "Hey Johnnie Cope" "Hey, Johnnie Cope, are Ye Wauking Yet?", also "Hey Johnnie Cope, are you awake yet?", "Heigh! Johnnie Cowp, are ye wauken yet?", or simply "Johnny Cope" is a Scottish folk song. The song commemorates the Battle of Prestonpans, fought on 21 September during the Jacobite rising of 1745. I sing and play it on the nylon string folk classical guitar in open D tuning. I may post a banjo version someday. My version is heavily influenced by the Dave Walters version who I have recently become a HUGE fan of. YouTube channel, St. Andrews Folk Club, who I follow posted a concert that he recorded in his folk club back in the 1970`s of Dave Walters and I was completely blown away. Besides singing and playing traditional folk songs so incredibly well he talked about the songs before he sang them. I highly recommend checking out that concert. I would leave a link but I heard YT doesn`t want us doing that anymore and I`m not sure the channel owner would want me too (to?) either. It`s an easy search though. Hey Johnnie Cope - lyrics Traditional Scottish Folk Song Dave Walters version (sort of, can`t quit make out some of the words because of the thick Scottish accent) Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning So John Cope rode and did not ride far But neer a rebel he came near Until he landed at Dunbar Bright and early in the morning Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning Cope sent a challenge to Dunbar Come fight me Charlie if you dare And if it be by the chance of war You`ll all die in the morning Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning Up now Johnny get up and run Before the highland bagpipes make it in Now expected to sleep in your whole skin (Are you expecting to sleep the whole morning?) Than to flee away in the morning Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning When Johnny Cope to Dunbar came They all starred at him, “Where’s your men?” “The Devil confound me, I do not know, For I left them all in the morning.” Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning So John Cope rode but did not ride far For neer a rebel he came near Until he landed at Dunbar Bright and early in the morning Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning Fy Cope rise in the morning

Homeless Soldier is a song I wrote on the guitar but this time I play it on the banjo. Seth Mountain and Raymond Crooke both recorded this song and I have to say it was a huge honor for them to do that. I thank them and highly recommend checking out their music and YouTube channels. Homeless Soldier lyrics Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges Two Finger Thumb Lead Banjo Banjo tuned to standard open D tuning on the long neck mountain banjo Got shot in Afghanistan, blown up in Baghdad They sent back home stateside with flashbacks in my head No hero`s welcome home, no grandstand parade A stranger in my homeland God bless the USA I am a homeless soldier in the land of the free My fighting days are over, there`s no more use for me Waiting on my V.A. check, three weeks late But I got booze and vicodin to make it thru the day I ain`t got no good gal, I ain`t got no home If I die tomorrow, who would even know I am a homeless soldier in the land of the free My fighting days are over, there`s no more use for me Standing on the corner with a sign that reads Can you help an old burned out vet, in his time of need Got half a pack of cigarettes, a cheap bottle of wine If I can make it thru the day, I`ll be satisfied I am a homeless soldier in the land of the free My fighting days are over, there`s no more use for me

Homeless Soldier is a song I wrote on the guitar but this time I play it on the banjo. Seth Mountain and Raymond Crooke both recorded this song and I have to say it was a huge honor for them to do that. I thank them and highly recommend checking out their music and YouTube channels. Homeless Soldier lyrics Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges Two Finger Thumb Lead Banjo Banjo tuned to standard open D tuning on the long neck mountain banjo Got shot in Afghanistan, blown up in Baghdad They sent back home stateside with flashbacks in my head No hero`s welcome home, no grandstand parade A stranger in my homeland God bless the USA I am a homeless soldier in the land of the free My fighting days are over, there`s no more use for me Waiting on my V.A. check, three weeks late But I got booze and vicodin to make it thru the day I ain`t got no good gal, I ain`t got no home If I die tomorrow, who would even know I am a homeless soldier in the land of the free My fighting days are over, there`s no more use for me Standing on the corner with a sign that reads Can you help an old burned out vet, in his time of need Got half a pack of cigarettes, a cheap bottle of wine If I can make it thru the day, I`ll be satisfied I am a homeless soldier in the land of the free My fighting days are over, there`s no more use for me

"Hey Johnny Cope", "Hey Johnnie Cope" "Hey, Johnnie Cope, are Ye Wauking Yet?", also "Hey Johnnie Cope, are you awake yet?", "Heigh! Johnnie Cowp, are ye wauken yet?", or simply "Johnny Cope" is a Scottish folk song. The song commemorates the Battle of Prestonpans, fought on 21 September during the Jacobite rising of 1745. I sing and play it on the nylon string folk classical guitar in open D tuning. I may post a banjo version someday. My version is heavily influenced by the Dave Walters version who I have recently become a HUGE fan of. YouTube channel, St. Andrews Folk Club, who I follow posted a concert that he recorded in his folk club back in the 1970`s of Dave Walters and I was completely blown away. Besides singing and playing traditional folk songs so incredibly well he talked about the songs before he sang them. I highly recommend checking out that concert. I would leave a link but I heard YT doesn`t want us doing that anymore and I`m not sure the channel owner would want me too (to?) either. It`s an easy search though. Hey Johnnie Cope - lyrics Traditional Scottish Folk Song Dave Walters version (sort of, can`t quit make out some of the words because of the thick Scottish accent) Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning So John Cope rode and did not ride far But neer a rebel he came near Until he landed at Dunbar Bright and early in the morning Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning Cope sent a challenge to Dunbar Come fight me Charlie if you dare And if it be by the chance of war You`ll all die in the morning Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning Up now Johnny get up and run Before the highland bagpipes make it in Now expected to sleep in your whole skin (Are you expecting to sleep the whole morning?) Than to flee away in the morning Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning When Johnny Cope to Dunbar came They all starred at him, “Where’s your men?” “The Devil confound me, I do not know, For I left them all in the morning.” Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping now I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning So John Cope rode but did not ride far For neer a rebel he came near Until he landed at Dunbar Bright and early in the morning Hey Johnny Cope are you waking yet Or are you sleeping I would bet Haste that you get up the drums to beat Fy Cope rise in the morning Fy Cope rise in the morning

Sinner Man or Sinnerman, also known as, Oh Sinner Man as well as Sinner Man Where You Gonna Run To is an African American Folk Song Spiritual. Run to the Lord. I can`t remember when or where I first heard this song but I`ve been playing it seems like forever. I sing and play it on the guitar using a simple basic folk fingerpicking pattern. I have the guitar tuned to open D tuning. Sinner Man lyrics Banjo or Guitar Open D Tuning: Chords; Bm, A (Play last A each verse in the G shape 3rd fret) Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to? (3) All on that day. Run to the rock. Rock was a melting (3) All on that day Run to the hills. The hills were on fire (3) All on that day. Run to the sea. The sea was a boiling. (3) All on that day. Run to the moon. The moon was bleeding (3) All on that day. Run to the Devil. the Devil was a waiting (3) All on that day. Run to the Lord. Lord won't you hide (3) All on that day. Lord said Sinner Man you should be praying (3) All on that day. Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to? (3) All on that day. (Trad.)

Where Tall Firs Grow or Where The Tall Firs Grow is a song I wrote awhile back. I`m hoping it will be considered a Pacific Northwest Folk Song someday. The natural wonders and mild marine climate is what I really like about it and why I stay. Song discribes the Douglas Fir trees, rivers, lakes, mountains, blackberry`s, rain, etc. It`s a happy song, one of the few that I have written. I wrote it on guitar. This is a banjo version. There`s a long intro which you can skip. The song starts at 1:29. Where Tall Firs Grow Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges There`s rivers and lakes, mountains and streams It`s the closest place to heaven that I`ve seen I like to get lost in the deep forest green Out where the tall firs grow See the old river winding thru the pines Cutting out a path down the mountain side It will find it`s way home given time Out where the tall firs grow Way out where the tall firs grow Blackberry`s growing wild everywhere Time passes slow but nobody cares We only got a little but a lot to share Out where the tall firs grow It rains all day and it rains all night I ain`t seen the sun in three weeks time I`m pickin and singin and drinking my wine Out where the tall firs grow Way out where the tall firs grow I got a gal she`s firm and plump 56 inches around the rump She rustles up the vittles like a son of a gun Out where the tall firs grow When winter time comes it gets pretty cold A whole lot of rain and a whole lot of snow Chills the flesh down to the bone Out where the tall firs grow Way out where the tall firs grow Got just enough to get by I`ll live out here till the day I die Come bury me when it comes my time Out where the tall firs grow See the old river winding thru the pines Cutting out a path down the mountain side It will find it`s way home given time Out where the tall firs grow Way out where the tall firs grow Timestamps 00:00 - Song introduction 1:29 - Song starts 3:43 - Outro

Simon & Garfunkel is one of my all time favorite bands. I have all of there vinyl record albums. I made a list of my favorite songs by them. Some on my list may surprise you, especially my number one favorite. BUT I FORGOT TO EVEN MENTION ONE OF MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITES WHICH IS, "A POEM ON THE UNDERGROUND WALL" which would be my second favorite, I can`t believe I forgot all about that song. I`m sure I forgot others. I would really like to know your favorites and your most favorite song by S&G! Let us know in the comments!

Going Blind is a song I wrote a long time ago. I was going thru a rough patch and writing brooding self portraits during these times which was therapeutic. This is a banjo arrangement that I came up with. I originally wrote the song on guitar.. Eddie covered this song so incredibly well about 15 years ago. I won`t leave his full channel name because I don`t know if he would want me too. Going Blind - lyrics Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges Running in my sleep, running every waking hour of thru the day Gotta stay one step ahead, gotta keep one eye open all the time Their coming after me, their coming after me, I don`t know why But I`m not scared, I won`t hide, I can stand and take the lies I`m going blind, I`m going blind Gonna knead my daily bread, gonna knead it with strong hands and watch it grow Then I`ll rise about, I will surely rise above it all And I`ll sit on a golden throne, way up on a cloud with a silent laugh So fire your poisoned words, in sarcastic lies I`m going blind, I`m going blind I`m on novocaine, I`m on antipyretics now Nothings gonna penetrate, I got a heart and soul made of stone So do with me what you will, hang the blame on me, I like the pain You`re all becoming blurred, the world is turning black I`m going blind, I`m going blind

Drinking Of The Wine is an old Traditional African American Spiritual. Bascom Lamar Lunsford learned it at an African American Church in 1902. It`s on his CD, Ballads, Banjo Tunes and Sacred Songs of Western North Carolina. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo in whats knows as the two finger thumb lead banjo tuning. It`s an uplifting spiritual song that southes the soul. I hope to do another guitar version someday as well. Drinking Of The Wine - Lyrics arranged and performed by Dan D. Dirges Banjo Tuning = ADFsharpA but tuned down a half step Guitar Tuning = DADFsharpA but tuned down a half step (open D tuning) Drinking of the wine, wine, wine Drinking of the wine, that holy wine Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine If anybody asks, tell em I`m gone Tell em I've gone, to Gallilee, You oughta been there, for a thousand years, Drinkin' of the wine If my mother comes calling for me Tell her death has silenced me Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine If you get there before I do Tell my Jesus I'm a-comin' too. Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinkin' of the wine. Drinking of the wine, wine, wine Drinking of the wine, holy wine Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine --- Drink it, members, drink it free It flows from the root of a tender tree Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine If anybody asks, about that time, Everbodys dead and gone on high, You ought been there for a thousand years, Drinkin' wine. You may mourn, sinner, mourn, Christ`s mercy will flow on you Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine Drinking of the wine, wine, wine Drinking of the wine, holy wine Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine

Drinking Of The Wine is an old Traditional African American Spiritual. Bascom Lamar Lunsford learned it at an African American Church in 1902. It`s on his CD, Ballads, Banjo Tunes and Sacred Songs of Western North Carolina. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo in whats knows as the two finger thumb lead banjo tuning. It`s an uplifting spiritual song that southes the soul. I hope to do another guitar version someday as well. Drinking Of The Wine - Lyrics arranged and performed by Dan D. Dirges Banjo Tuning = ADFsharpA but tuned down a half step Guitar Tuning = DADFsharpA but tuned down a half step (open D tuning) Drinking of the wine, wine, wine Drinking of the wine, that holy wine Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine If anybody asks, tell em I`m gone Tell em I've gone, to Gallilee, You oughta been there, for a thousand years, Drinkin' of the wine If my mother comes calling for me Tell her death has silenced me Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine If you get there before I do Tell my Jesus I'm a-comin' too. Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinkin' of the wine. Drinking of the wine, wine, wine Drinking of the wine, holy wine Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine --- Drink it, members, drink it free It flows from the root of a tender tree Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine If anybody asks, about that time, Everbodys dead and gone on high, You ought been there for a thousand years, Drinkin' wine. You may mourn, sinner, mourn, Christ`s mercy will flow on you Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine Drinking of the wine, wine, wine Drinking of the wine, holy wine Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine