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The Fox - lyrics traditional folk song (Roud 131) from England. Banjo Tuning - Like standard G only tuned down to low octave A sharp - Two finger thumb lead banjo The fox went out on a hunt one night, he prayed to the Moon to give him light, for he'd many a mile to go that night before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o, he had many a mile to go that night before he reached the town-o. He ran till he came to a great big bin where the ducks and the geese were put therein. (He said) A couple of you will grease my chin before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o, a couple of you will grease my chin before I leave this town-o." He grabbed the gray goose by the neck, threw the gray goose behind his back; he didn't mind their quack, quack, quack, and their legs all a-dangling down-o, down-o, down-o, he didn't mind their quack, quack, quack, and their legs all a-dangling down-o. Old Mother pitter patter jumped out of bed; out of the window she cocked her head, Crying, "John, John! The grey goose is gone and the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o!" Crying, "John, John, the grey goose is gone and the fox is on the town-o!" Then John he went to the top of the hill, (up went John to the top of the hill) blowed his horn both loud and shrill, the fox he said, "I'd better flee with my kill He’ll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o." The fox he said, "I'd better flee with my kill He’ll soon be on my trail-o." He ran till he came to his cozy den; there were the little ones eight, nine, ten. They said, "Daddy, better go back again, 'cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o!" They said, "Daddy, better go back again, 'cause it must be a mighty fine town-o." Then the fox and his wife without any strife cut up the goose with a fork and knife. They never had such a supper in their life and the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o, they never had such a supper in their life and the little ones chewed on the bones-o.

We`ll Understand In Time written and performed by Dan D. Dirges Acoustic fingerpicking guitar and vocal To the west was a setting sun, to the east life had just begun not a one here will make it out alive And I looked up to the sky asking why. In time, in time, we`ll understand it all, in time Saw many idols made of clay and crumbled underneith the weight were lost souls, too late to pray And I stood atop the hill asking why. In time, in time, we`ll understand it all, in time Saw a three legged dog walking, searching for somewhere out there to belong, lost and alone And I hung my head and cried asking why. In time, in time, we`ll understand it all, in time Heard a mother in the morning crying. Her only child had just died, no last words and no goodbyes And she wept over the grave asking why. In time, yes in time, we`ll understand it all, in time The rains came falling down and never even hardly made a sound upon this road we`re traveling on And I tried to find the sun and reasons why. In time, yes in time, we`ll understand it all, in time

Drinkin` The Blues Away is a song I wrote. It`s whats known as a crying in your beer over the one that got away kind of song. Fingerpicking guitar and vocal. The guitar is a little squeaky. Sean O`Rourke covered this song recently and I was absolutely blown away by it. Also Eddie covered this song so incredibly well way back in 2007 or 2008 right after I wrote it and posted an inebriated version. Here is the link to Sean`s amazing version. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRXilLiujvs Drinking The Blues Away Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges Sun wont shine thru my window pane, clouds hang overhead as it starts to rain, right here I`ll stay, drinking the blues away. Leaves fall red and gold. It`s hard to watch them die, like our love died, on that day, there`s nothing left to say, drinking the blues away. Drinking you off my mind, its the only way I can stand to make it thru the day. Without you here, I watch the sun drift away and just disappear. Sun wont shine thru my window pane, clouds hang overhead as it starts to rain, right here I`ll stay, drinking the blues away. Drinking you off my mind, its the only way I can stand to make it thru the day. Without you here, I watch the sun drift away and just disappear.

Hang Me Oh Hang Me (Been All Around This World) Words and music Banjo in double C tuning (relative, actual tuning is low octave F, I think) Hang me, oh hang me, I`ll be dead and gone Hang me, oh hang me, I`ll be dead and gone I wouldnt mind the hangin` but that laying In the grave so long I been all around this world Working on the new rail line, mud up to my knees Working on the new rail line, mud up to my knees Working for ol John Henry he`s a-mighty hard to please I been all around this world Went up on the mountain there I took my stand Went up on the mountain there I took my stand Rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand I been all around this world Lulu oh Lulu come open up this door Lulu oh Lulu come open up this door Before I have to open it with my ol` 44 I been all around this world Momma and poppa and little sister makes three Momma and poppa and little sister makes three When they take me down to the gallows that`ll be the last they see of me I been all around this world Hang me, oh hang me, I`ll be dead and gone Hang me, oh hang me, I`ll be dead and gone I wouldnt mind the hangin` but that laying In the grave so long I been all around this world

Rove, Riley, Rove is an old time traditional folk song. I play it on a wood top banjo. Rove, Riley, Rove-Traditional lyrics Mountain banjo in double C tuning only lower, I think I`m in low octave F tuning Went upon a mountain To give my horn a blow Thought I hear my pretty girl say Yonder comes by beau Chorus: Rove, Riley, Rove Rove, Riley, Rove Rove, Riley, poor boy Ain't got nowhere to go Daddy give me meat Mother give me bread Pretty girl give me one sweet kiss Like to done killed me dead Chorus: Rove, Riley, Rove Rove, Riley, Rove Rove, Riley, poor boy Ain't got nowhere to go Eighteen pounds of meat a week and whiskey here to sell How can a young man be at home pretty girls look so well Chorus: Rove, Riley, Rove Rove, Riley, Rove Rove, Riley, poor boy Ain't got nowhere to go Daddy built a great big house sixteen stories high Every story in that house Was filled with chicken pie Chorus: Rove, Riley, Rove Rove, Riley, Rove Rove, Riley, poor boy Ain't got nowhere to go Went up on the mountain To strip me a load of cane Make me a barrel of molasses To sweeten Miss Liza Jane Chorus: Rove, Riley, Rove Rove, Riley, Rove Rove, Riley, poor boy Ain't got nowhere to go Possum is a pretty thing She rambles in the dark The only time you know she's round Is when you hear my hound dog bark Chorus: Rove, Riley, Rove Rove, Riley, Rove Rove, Riley, poor boy Ain't got nowhere to go

Here is one I wrote. Can`t remember when but I remember why. I always tried to get a hook or riff or whatever you call it with the guitar and a few basic chords and write some lyrics over that. The old saying, you can`t go home again is mostly true I guess. It isn`t anybody`s fault, it`s just the way it is. Find My Way Back - Lyrics Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges Fingerpickin` guitar and vocal Early in the morning, sun`s coming up down the road Heading down the highway, gonna try and find my way back home I`ve been so long away, hope they can remember my name Over hills thru space and time, following the highway signs along the way If I don`t belong, I`ll pack up and be gone, turn around and find my way back Ghost`s along the highway, I`ve been down this road before Can`t quite remember, what it was I came looking for From where I stand a better day, waits for me somewhere along the way A distant voice out in the wind, says you can`t go back again, I know So if I don`t belong, I`ll pack up and be gone, turn around and find my way back I`ve been so long away, hope they can remember my name Over hills thru space and time, following the highway signs along the way If I don`t belong, I`ll pack up and be gone, turn around and find my way back

Here is a song I wrote. It`s a broken hearted love song. Travis fingerpicking guitar and vocal. Looks Rain To Me written and performed by Dan D. Dirges It`s summer time and the sun is shinning on The earth beats in harmony and song Looking up there`s no clouds you can see But I can`t help it if it looks like rain to me It`s hard to be sad when the days last so long But everything reminds me of you since you been gone Soon the leaves will be falling off the trees I can`t help if if it looks like rain to me The clouds are rolling in ever since you went away I`m all alone again that`s plain to see It`s funny how life sometimes can be so unkind Leave you low and lonely, all alone I hear you gone and found somebody new I sit hear all lonesome sad and blue Watching the sun go down on my dreams I can`t help it if it looks like rain to me The clouds are rolling in ever since you went away I`m all alone again that`s plain to see It`s funny how life sometimes can be so unkind Leave you low and lonely, all alone

Brother Green is a traditional American folk song about a dying soldier in the American civil war. Another soldier is writing out his last words to his family. It is sometimes known as, The Dying Soldier. I pick it out on the wood top banjo and sing it. Brother Green (The Dying Soldier)- lyrics Banjo is tuned like Double C tuning only a lot lower performed by Dan D. Dirges Oh brother Green, please come to me, For I am shot and bleeding, Now I must die, no more to see, My wife and my dear children. The southern foe has layed me low, On this cold ground to suffer, Stay brother stay and lay me away, And write my wife a letter. Tell her that I'm prepared to die, And want to meet her in heaven, Since I believed in Jesus Christ, My sins are all forgiven. My little ones, I love them well, Oh could I once more see them, That I might bid them a long farewell, But we will meet in heaven. Oh brother Greem I`m dying now, Oh see I die so easy, Oh surely death has lost it's sting, Because I love my Jesus. Go tell my wife she must not grieve, Oh kiss my dear little children, For they will call for me in vain, Tell Them I`ve gone to heaven.

I used a couple different simple folk fingerpicking patterns for this song. The first ones we all learned from the Hal Leonard and Mel Bay guitar lesson books. I used to play this song using the Travis alternating picking pattern but I think I like this style better for this particular song. It keeps the tempo flowing a little better. The Sun Will Rise Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges Folk style fingerpicking guitar and vocal Written circa 2007 or 2008 (This is a new recording though) when a whip-poor-will sings her lullaby it means someone`s bound to die heaven see`s when you weep through an eternal overhanging eye oh the sun will rise cast light upon the road, where the dead will begin their journey home and the wind will sound a very different tune where seeds of faith were sown and they will grow. winter descends upon the earth a holy man screams but he cant be heard leave all things behind frozen in time there`s beauty in birth there`s beauty in dying oh the sun will rise cast light upon the road, where the dead will begin their journey home and the tide will tell a very different tale where seeds of hope were sown and they will grow war dead have washed up along the shore these soldiers of love have won the war hatred has drowned out in the sea forgiveness now reigns for all eternity oh the sun will rise cast light upon the road, where the dead will begin their journey home and a beacon will shine from a top the lighthouse tower where seeds of love were sown and they will grow

Old Lady And The Devil is a humorous traditional American folk song. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo fingerstyle. I use AI for the pictures. This song is performed by Bill & Belle Reed and appears on the compilation Anthology Of American Folk Music (1952). There was an old man lived foot of the hill If he ain't moved away, he's a-livin' there still Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day He hitched up his horse and went out to plow How he got around we never knew how Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Ol' devil come to him in the field one day Sayin', "One of your family (your old lady) I'm gonna take away" Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Take her on, take her on with the joy of my heart I hope, by golly, you'll never part Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Ol' devil got her all up on his back He looked like a pedlar with a hump on his back Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Ol' devil got to the forks of the road He said "Old lady, you're a hell of a load" Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Ol' devil got to the gates of hell Said, "Punch the fire up, we'll scorch her well" Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Out come a little devil a-draggin' a chain She picked up a hatchet and split out his brains Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Out come a little devil a-skatin' on a wall Said, "Take her back, pap, she's a-murderin' us all" Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Little devil was a-peepin' out the crack Said, "Take her home, Daddy, don't you bring her back" Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day The old man was a-peepin' out the crack He seen the old devil come wagonin' her back Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day One day the old man lay sick in the bed She up with a butter stick and rattled his head Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Well the old man cried I surely am cursed She been down to Hell and come back worse, The old lady went whistlin' over the hill Said, "The devil won't have me and I don't know who will" Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Now you see what a woman can do She can outdo the devil and the old man too Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day

Old Lady And The Devil is a humorous traditional American folk song. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo fingerstyle. I use AI for the pictures. This song is performed by Bill & Belle Reed and appears on the compilation Anthology Of American Folk Music (1952). There was an old man lived foot of the hill If he ain't moved away, he's a-livin' there still Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day He hitched up his horse and went out to plow How he got around we never knew how Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Ol' devil come to him in the field one day Sayin', "One of your family (your old lady) I'm gonna take away" Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Take her on, take her on with the joy of my heart I hope, by golly, you'll never part Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Ol' devil got her all up on his back He looked like a pedlar with a hump on his back Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Ol' devil got to the forks of the road He said "Old lady, you're a hell of a load" Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Ol' devil got to the gates of hell Said, "Punch the fire up, we'll scorch her well" Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Out come a little devil a-draggin' a chain She picked up a hatchet and split out his brains Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Out come a little devil a-skatin' on a wall Said, "Take her back, pap, she's a-murderin' us all" Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Little devil was a-peepin' out the crack Said, "Take her home, Daddy, don't you bring her back" Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day The old man was a-peepin' out the crack He seen the old devil come wagonin' her back Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day One day the old man lay sick in the bed She up with a butter stick and rattled his head Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Well the old man cried I surely am cursed She been down to Hell and come back worse, The old lady went whistlin' over the hill Said, "The devil won't have me and I don't know who will" Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day Now you see what a woman can do She can outdo the devil and the old man too Singin' fa diddle-a, diddle-a, fa diddle-a, diddle-a day

Skizzyblu - lyrics written, performed, recorded by Dan D. Dirges I follow down these dirty streets And talk to strangers you could never see Can`t you hear the angels, the angels scream They feed me rainbows and dreams for free And they call me skizzy, skizzy blu I`m not like them, I`m not like you My thoughts are scattered but I`m not confused They call me skizzy, skizzy blue I hear thunder on a sunny day If I wish it so, I could make it rain The bells are calling from far away Lord can you hear these, these words I pray And they call me skizzy, skizzy blu I`m not like them, I`m not like you I see and hear things I know ring true They call me skizzy, skizzy blu My blood and tears are left scattered round They make the weeds grow out of the ground They`re my only friends, so very kind And all I have to leave behind And they call me skizzy, skizzy blu I`m not like them, I`m not like you You laugh and me, I laugh at you They call me skizzy, skizzy blue

Skizzyblu - lyrics written, performed, recorded by Dan D. Dirges I follow down these dirty streets And talk to strangers you could never see Can`t you hear the angels, the angels scream They feed me rainbows and dreams for free And they call me skizzy, skizzy blu I`m not like them, I`m not like you My thoughts are scattered but I`m not confused They call me skizzy, skizzy blue I hear thunder on a sunny day If I wish it so, I could make it rain The bells are calling from far away Lord can you hear these, these words I pray And they call me skizzy, skizzy blu I`m not like them, I`m not like you I see and hear things I know ring true They call me skizzy, skizzy blu My blood and tears are left scattered round They make the weeds grow out of the ground They`re my only friends, so very kind And all I have to leave behind And they call me skizzy, skizzy blu I`m not like them, I`m not like you You laugh and me, I laugh at you They call me skizzy, skizzy blue

What Wondrous Love Is This is a Christian Hymm and traditional folk song. I play it 3 finger style on the mountain banjo. I added quit a bit more reverb with extra feedback to try to capture that ethereal spacey effect, which I thought would work well with this Heavenly song. Let me know if I added too much or maybe not enough even. I know real folk singers would cringe at the very thought of adding any such effects to their music and can understand that. It`s not my best singing performance to be sure. I have always struggled with singing this song. I think it probably requires an angelic type of voice with firm vocal command that can convey strong feeling in a natural way. A church choir singing this in harmony in a cathedral would be an out of body experience. What Wondrous Love Is This - lyrics Banjo tuned to fDGCD (relative) 1 What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul? What wondrous love is this, O my soul? What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss to bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul, to bear the dreadful curse for my soul? 2 When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down, when I was sinking down, sinking down, when I was sinking down beneath God’s righteous frown, Christ laid aside his crown for my soul, for my soul, Christ laid aside his crown for my soul. 3 To God and to the Lamb I will sing, I will sing, to God and to the Lamb I will sing, to God and to the Lamb who is the great I Am, while millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing, while millions join the theme, I will sing. 4 And when from death I’m free I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on, and when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on, and when from death I’m free, I’ll sing and joyful be, and through eternity I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on, and through eternity I’ll sing on. 5 What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul? What wondrous love is this, O my soul? What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss to bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul, to bear the dreadful curse for my soul?

Dizzy was a big smash hit back in 1969. Written and performed by Tommy Roe. This is an acoustic guitar and vocal so called cover for lack of a better word. Here is the link to the real deal with a groovy chick dancing throughout. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=arpidGq8SlA Dizzy - lyrics Written By Tommy Roe Performed by Dan D. Dirges Dizzy I'm so dizzy my head is spinning Like a whirlpool, it never ends And it's you, girl, making it spin You're making me dizzy First time that I saw you, girl I knew that I just had to make you mine But it's so hard to talk to you With fellas hanging 'round you all the time I want you for my sweet pet But you keep playing hard to get I'm going around in circles all the time Dizzy I'm so dizzy my head is spinning Like a whirlpool, it never ends And it's you, girl, making it spin You're making me dizzy I finally got to talk to you And I told you just exactly how I felt Then I held you close to me And kissed you and my heart began to melt Girl, you've got control on me 'Cause I'm so dizzy I can't see I need to call a doctor for some help Dizzy I'm so dizzy my head is spinning Like a whirlpool, it never ends And it's you, girl, making it spin You're making me dizzy, my head is spinning Like a whirlpool it never ends And it's you girl making it spin You're making me dizzy You're making me dizzy I'm so dizzy You're making me dizzy

Never Grow Old written and performed by Dan D. Dirges Guitar - Am chord - pick out melody while singing Banjo - sawmill mountain modal tuning written on August 3rd 2017 You`ll never grow old You`ll never grow old All your days will be stolen away You`ll never grow old You`re mama`s only child Just a twinkle in daddy`s eye but all you do is bring them shame And your running out of time Living from hour to hour Living from fix to fix It takes one hundred dollars a day Or the baby gets to feeling sick You`ll never grow old You`ll never grow old All your days will be stolen away You`ll never grow old The junk dealers always open Twenty four hours a day Sheep will be led to the slaughter If they choose to stray Go sell your soul on the street Go roll an old man Who`s to say whats right or wrong In this God forsaken land You`ll never grow old You`ll never grow old All your days will be stolen away You`ll never grow old It`s time to feed the monster but it`s gonna take a little dough You can try to fight it all you want But it always wins you know They found you dead in the street Just another O.D. Narcan can raise the dead But for you it wasnt meant to be Now you`ll never grow old You`ll never grow old All your days are stolen away All your days are stolen away Now You`ll never grow old You`ll never grow old

Go Your Own Way - Fleetwood Mac - Cover

Little Sadie- traditional - lyrics sawmill banjo tuning (Mountain Modal) Low octave Guitar, hold down Am - pick out melody or play in open D tuning Went out last night to take a little round, I met my Little Sadie and I blowed her down. I run right home and I went to bed, A forty-four smokeless under my head. I begin to think what a deed I done, I grabbed my hat and away'd I'd run. I made a good run, just a little to slow, They overtook me in Jericho. Standing on the corner a-ringing a bell And up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville, Says, "Young man, is your name Brown? Remember when you blowed Sadie down." "Oh, yes, Sir, my name is Lee, I murdered little Sadie in the first degree, First degree and second degree, Got any papers, will you read 'em to me?" Took me downtown and dressed me in black, They put me on a train and they brought me back, Had no one for to go my bail, Crammed me in back of the county jail. the Judge and the jury they took their stand, Judge had his papers all in his right hand. Forty-one days, forty-one nights, Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes.

Lady Margaret - Lyrics Banjo tuning - low octave bF#BEF# (Sawmill tuning) Two Finger Thumb Lead Lady Margaret sitting in her high hall door Combing back her long yellow hair She saw sweet William and his new-made Bride Riding from the church so near She threw down her ivory comb She threw back her long yellow hair Said I'll go down to bid him farewell And never more go there Well it was all lately in the night They were fast asleep Lady Margaret appeared all dressed in white Standing at their bed feet How do you like your pillow said she How do you like your sheet How do you like that fair young maid Lying in your arms asleep Very well do I like my pillow says he Very well do I like my sheet But better do I like that fair young maiden Standing at my bed feet Once he kissed her lily white hand Twice he kissed her cheek Three times he kissed her cold corpsey lips And fell in her arms asleep Is Lady Margaret in her room? Or is she in the hall? No, Lady Margarete's in her cold black coffin With her pale face to the wall

"Red Wing" is a song written by Kerry Mills and lyrics by Thurland Chattaway. Mills adapted the music of the verse from Robert Schumann's piano composition "The Happy Farmer, Returning From Work" from his 1848 Album for the Young, Opus 68. The song tells of a young Indian girl's loss of her sweetheart who has died in battle. I play it on acoustic guitar fingerstyle, thumb and index finger. I think it`s known as the Carter scratch or the church lick but not sure. It`s an easy and effective way to play simple folk songs. This was my Grandmothers favorite song. I have very fond memories of her singing it around the house. She didn`t play an instrument but she sure liked to sing. Sing A Song Of Sixpence was another favorite of hers, also, On The Wings Of Love by Jeffrey Osborne which was a pop song. Many others. Incidentely, Woody Guthrie changed the words of Red Wing, using the melody for his song, Union Maid. Join in and sing along with me if you can. I know it`ll sound real purdy if you do. Red Wing - Lyrics There once was an Indian maid, A shy little prairie maid, Who sang a lay, a love song gay, while on the plain she'd while away the day; She loved a warrior bold, This shy little maid of old, But brave and gay, he rode one day To battle far away. Chorus: Now, the moon shines bright on pretty Red Wing The breeze is sighing, the night bird's crying, For afar 'neath his star her brave is sleeping, While Red Wing's weeping her heart away. She watched for him day and night, She kept all the campfires bright, And under the sky, each night she would lie, And dream about his coming by and by; But when all the braves returned, The heart of Red Wing yearned, For far, far away, her warrior gay, Fell bravely in the fray. Now, the moon shines bright on pretty Red Wing The breeze is sighing, the night bird's crying, For afar 'neath his star her brave is sleeping, While Red Wing's weeping her heart away. How my Grandma used to sing it: Oh the sun shines bright on pretty red wing. on pretty red wing, on pretty red wing. Oh the sun shines bright on pretty red wing, on pretty red wing, so far away.

Shady Grove is a traditional folk song. I pick it out on the banjo, two finger thumb lead while singing it. You might hear triplet notes throughout this one as I`ve started adding that to spice it up a bit. This song is very high up on my all time favorite song list. Easily top 10. Can`t remember where I first heard it but have been singing it for forever. I added the longest train verse to it this time. Seems like every time I sing it I add another verse as many folk song lyrics are interchangeable. I can`t find the lyrics on my computer and don`t feel like tying them out right now sorry.

Over The River Charlie is a traditional folk song. I pick it out the melody on guitar while singing. Over The River Charlie - lyrics Banjo tuning (dADFsharpE) Guitar chords - Am-G-Em (hold down Am chord throughout while picking out the melody) Charlie's neat, Charlie's sweet Charlie he's a dandy Charlie he's the very lad Who stole my stocking candy (Chorus) Over the river to feed my sheep Over the river Charlie Over the river to feed my sheep And measure up my barley My pretty little pink I once did think I never could do without you Since I lost all hopes of you I care very little about you (Chorus) Your weevily wheat ain't fit to eat (I dont want your wheat I dont want your cheese) Neither do I want your barley I'll take a little of the best you've got (give me a little of the best you got) To make a cake for Charlie (and I`ll bake a cake for Charlie) (Chorus) If you love me as I love you There'll be no need to tarry We'll have the old folks tearin' round For you and I to marry (Chorus) Charlie here, Charlie there, Charlie over the ocean Charlie he'll come back someday If he don't change his notion (Chorus)

"The Cuckoo" (Roud 413) is a traditional English folk song. The is a highly Americanized version. The song is known by many names, including "The Coo-Coo", "The Coo-Coo Bird", "The Cuckoo Bird", "The Cuckoo Is A Pretty Bird", "The Evening Meeting", "The Unconstant Lover, Bunclody" and "Going to Georgia". I play it on a mountain banjo in sawmil tuning. Two finger thumb lead. The Cuckoo - The Coo Coo - Traditional performed by, Dan D. Dirges Banjo - Sawmill tuning (Mountain Modal) GDGCD - Tuned down to low B Guitar Am (pick out melody while singing) Oh the cuckoo she'a pretty bird She wobbles as she flies She never hollers cuckoo 'Til the fourth day of July Gonna build me log cabin On the mountain so high So that I can see Rosie As she goes on riding by Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds I know you of old You robbed my poor pockets Of silver and gold I've played cards in England I've played cards in Spain I bet you five dollars I'll beat you again Oh the cuckoo she'a pretty bird She wobbles as she flies She never hollers cuckoo 'Til the fourth day of July -- solo She flies the hills over She flies the world round She flies back to the mountain She mourns for her love Oh the cuckoo she'a pretty bird She wobbles as she flies She never holler cuckoo 'Til the fourth day of July ------------------------------------------------ Timestamps 00:00 - intro 00:45 - Song starts 3:35 - outro

Diamond Joe is a traditional American Folk song in the cowboy song category. The great Cisco Houston and Tom Rush both recorded it. I employ a rusty thumb strum right hand technique to hold down the rhythm section on guitar Diamond Joe - lyrics There is a man you'll hear about Most every place you go, And his holdings are in Texas And his name is Diamond Joe. And he carries all his money In his diamond-studded jaw. And he never was much bothered By the process of the law. Well, I hired to Diamond Joe, boys, I did offer him my hand, And he gave me a string of horses So old they could not stand. Well I liked to die of hunger 'Cause he did mistreat me so, And I never earned one dollar In the pay of Diamond Joe. Well his bread it was corn dodger And his meat I could not chaw, And he drove me near distracted With that waggin' of his jaw. While he tellin' of his story, And I mean to let you know, That there never was a rounder That lied like Diamond Joe. Well, I tried three times to quit him, Boys, but he did argue so That I still am punchin' cattle In the pay of Diamond Joe. And when I'm called to heaven Last thing before I go, Give my blankets to my buddies And give the fleas to Diamond Joe.

Red Rocking Chair is a traditional American folk song. It goes by other names such as, Little Red Rocking Chair, Honey Babe Blues, Honey Babe. Dock Boggs, Lily May Ledford and Doc Watson have recorded this song. I play it on the mountain banjo in sawmill tuning, also known as, Mountain modal tuning only I`m tuned down to low octave B. Red Rocking Chair - lyrics performed by Dan D. Dirges Banjo Sawmill tuning (GDGCD relative) only tuned down to low B aint good no use for a little red rocking chair. got no sugar honey baby here. got no sugar honey, honey baby here. who`ll rock the cradle, who`ll sing the song. who`ll rock the cradle when I`m gone. who`ll rock the cradle, the cradle when I`m gone. I`ll rock the cradle, I`ll sing the song. I`ll rock the cradle when your gone. I`ll rock the cradle, the cradle when your gone. done all I can do, done all I can say. I`ll be lonesome all my days I`ll be lonesome all my days aint good no use for a little red rocking chair. got no sugar honey baby here. got no sugar honey, honey baby here.