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Bright Morning Stars Arising has a deep spiritual meaning. Perhaps better known as Bright Morning Stars. With vocal and fingerpicking guitar in D tuning. DADFsharpAD relative (Not to be confused with Drop D tuning). Just like DADGAD tuning only the G is tuned down a half degree. Feel free to sing along with Dan. Lyrics posted below Bright Morning Stars lyrics (Traditional Spiritual) Bright morning stars a-rising guitar - DADF# AD - D tuning banjo - GDGBD - relative Bright morning stars a-rising, Bright morning stars a-rising, Bright morning stars a-rising, Day is breaking in my soul Oh, where are our dear fathers Oh, where are our dear fathers Some are down in the valley praying Day is breaking in my soul Oh, where are our dear mothers Oh, where are our dear mothers They`ve gone to heaven shouting Day is breaking in my soul Come see the wise men travelling Come see the wise men travelling Come hear the angels singing Day is breaking in my soul It`s shining on the shepherds It`s shining on the shepherds The holy star will guide them Day is breaking in my soul Bright morning stars a-rising, Bright morning stars a-rising, Bright morning stars a-rising, Day is breaking in my soul #BrightMorningStarsArising #Guitar #DropDTuning #Spiritual #ChristianMusic

Song I wrote on the banjo

Soldier On is an original song

Cumberland Gap is traditional folk song. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo clawhammer style. Seems like nobody plays it the same way. Either as an instrumental or with different lyrics. Can be played on the guitar as well. Cumberland Gap - Traditional - lyrics performed by Dan D. Dirges Clawhammer Banjo Me and my wife and my wife's pap, We're all going down to Cumberland Gap Lay down boys and take a little nap, Fourteen miles to Cumberland Gap. Cumberland Gap, Cumberland Gap. Way down yonder in Cumberland Gap. Old aunt Dinah, if you don't care I'll leave my liquor jug sittin' right there if it's not there when I get back I'll raise hell in the Cumberland Gap Cumberland Gap, Cumberland Gap. Way down yonder in Cumberland Gap. Cumberland Gap with its cliffs and rocks Home of the panther, bear and fox. Cumberland Gap is a mighty fine place, Three long rivers running by this place. Cumberland Gap, Cumberland Gap. Way down yonder in Cumberland Gap. Ole Dan`l Boone on Pinnacle Rock, Killed many Injuns with his old flintlock. The first white man in the Cumberland Gap Was ole doc Walker, an English Chap. Cumberland Gap, Cumberland Gap. Way down yonder in Cumberland Gap. Well the Wilderness Road is rugged and long, (aint for no one but the brave and strong)Only fit for the brave and the strong. Should trouble come along (around) and things go wrong, We’ll all pull together and sing this song. Cumberland Gap, Cumberland Gap. Way down yonder in Cumberland Gap. Cumberland Gap, Cumberland Gap. Way down yonder in Cumberland Gap.

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

London Bridge Is Falling Down is one of the worlds most universally beloved traditional folk songs of all time. I play it on the mountain banjo in the two finger index lead style. It`s an English nursery rhyme and lullaby. Many folk musicians have recorded this song. Daniel Kelly sings and plays it so great. Highly recommend checking his version out. “London Bridge Is Falling Down” lyrics London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, falling down, London Bridge is falling down, My fair Lady. Build it up with wood and clay, Wood and clay, wood and clay, Build it up with wood and clay, My fair Lady. Wood and clay will wash away, Wash away, wash away, Wood and clay will wash away, My fair Lady. Build it up with bricks and mortar, Bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar, Build it up with bricks and mortar, My fair Lady. Bricks and mortar will not stay, Will not stay, will not stay, Bricks and mortar will not stay, My fair Lady. Build it up with iron and steel, Iron and steel, iron and steel, Build it up with iron and steel, My fair Lady. Iron and steel will bend and bow, Bend and bow, bend and bow, Iron and steel will bend and bow, My fair Lady. Build it up with silver and gold, Silver and gold, silver and gold, Build it up with silver and gold, My fair Lady. Silver and gold will be stolen away, Stolen away, stolen away, Silver and gold will be stolen away, My fair Lady. Set a man to watch all nigh, Watch all night, watch all night, Set a man to watch all night, My fair Lady. Suppose the man should fall asleep, Fall asleep, fall asleep, Suppose the man should fall asleep? My fair Lady. Give him a pipe to smoke all night, Smoke all night, smoke all night, Give him a pipe to smoke all night, My fair Lady.

Here is an original song. Featuring vocals and acoustic guitar fingerpicking.

The Death Of Jerry Damron is a traditional folk song about a train wreck. In the intro I tell a story about the train wreck then sing and play it on the banjo in the two finger thumb lead style. Dock Boggs and Charlie Parr both sing and play this song so great. The Death Of Jerry Damron - Traditional Train Wreck Folk Song - lyrics Mountain Banjo Tuning - dADGA - Sawmill Tuning In the head of Marrowbone Holler, Where the crystal waters flow, Jerry Damron met disaster. Up there on the C. and O. As he left the Coaldale junction. On the head end of his train, Thinking not of unseen dangers, Frosty nights or drenchin' rain. Perhaps his thoughts were of his sweetheart And on some earthly paradise, When his car gave indications.That it was riding on the ties. Then he got to safety, To make successful land, Then there comes that old, old story, One misstep or slip of hand. From the darkness came destruction, And the truth we'll never know, Of the feeling's of that train crew. Up there on the C. and O. Quick the angel cock was opened, But, alas, it came too late, Jerry's soul had departed. Through that far off golden gate. Then we see the tool car passing. With the boom a-swinging low. As if it was mournin' for Jerry. Up there on the C. and O. We miss you and we wonder If you see the C. and O. Your friends are still mournin'. Where the Marrowbone waters flow. We hope you're among the angels. Way up above the stars, Where there'll be no more worry, Ridin' heavy trains or cars. Now you're sleeping, gently sleeping, Where the Big Sandy breezes blow, But your memory's still with us. Up and down the C. and O. And it's just another story, While friends sometimes must part, While your soul has gone to Glory, There remains a broken heart. ================================ Timestamps 0:00-Train Wreck Story of The Death Of Jerry Damron 1:19-Song starts-The Death Of Jerry Damron 5:53-Wrap Up =============================== Keywords train wreck folk song story and song train wreck banjo two finger style two finger thumb lead banjo banjo song banjo music banjo sawmill tuning songs The Death Of Jerry Damron Folk Song

Rye Whiskey is a traditional folk song. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo clawhammer style this time. I have a guitar version posted as well if you want to have a listen here is the link. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kcm3hXoMoWc Rye Whisky - lyrics Arranged and adapted by Dan D. Dirges Banjo version clawhammer banjo I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when l'm dry, If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die. Way up on Clinch Mountain I wander alone, I'm as drunk as the devil, Oh, let me alone. Rye whisky, rye whisky, Rye whisky, I cry, If I dont get rye whisky, I surely will die. I'll tune up my fiddle, And I'll rosin my bow, I'll make myself welcome, Wherever I go. its Beefsteak when I'm hungry, rye whisky when I'm dry, Greenbacks when I'm hard up, And religion when I die. Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds, I know you of old, You've robbed my poor pockets Of silver and gold. Rye whisky, rye whisky, Rye whisky, I cry, If I dont get rye whisky, I surely will die. If the ocean was whisky, And I was a duck, I'd dive to the bottom and never come up. But the ocean ain't whisky And I ain't no duck, So we'll round up the cattle And then we'll get drunk. They say I drink whisky, My money's my own; All who don't like me, Can leave me alone. Sometimes I drink whisky, Sometimes I drink rum, Sometimes I drink brandy, At other times none. Rye whisky, rye whisky, Rye whisky, I cry, If I dont get rye whisky, I surely will die. Her parents don't like me, They say l'm too poor; They say I'm unworthy To enter her door. I`ll eat when I`m hungry, I`ll drink when I`m dry, If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die. I'll buy my own whisky, I'll make my own stew, If I get drunk, madam, It's nothing to you. I'll drink my own whisky, I'll drink my own wine, Some ten thousand bottles I've killed in my time. Rye whisky, rye whisky, Rye whisky, I cry, If I dont get rye whisky, I surely will die. I've no wife to quarrel No babies to bawl; The best way of living Is no wife at all. Oh, whisky, you villain, You've been my downfall, You've kicked me, you've cuffed me, But I love you for all. Way up on Clinch Mountain I wander alone, I'm as drunk as the devil, Oh, let me alone. Rye whisky, rye whisky, You're no friend to me; You killed my poor Pappy, doggone you, try me. Rye whisky, rye whisky, Rye whisky, I cry, If I dont get rye whisky, I surely will die.

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

The Blacksmith is a Traditional Irish Celtic Folk Song. Clumsy clawhammer and vocal version. I posted a guitar version as well a couple months ago. The Blacksmith - Lyrics Oh the blacksmith courted me, nine months and better He bravely won my heart, wrote me a letter With his hammer in his hand, he looked quite clever And if I was with my love, I would live forever But where has my love gone, with his cheeks like roses And his good black billycock on, decked with primroses I'm afraid the scorching (summer?) sun, will shine and burn his beauty And if I was with my love, Well I'd do my duty Strange news has come to town, strange news is carried Strange news flies up and down, my love he's married I wish them both much joy although they can't hear me And may God reward them well for the slighting of me Don't you remember well, when you lay beside me you said you'd marry me and not deny me If I said I'd marry you, it was only for to try you But bring your witness love, and I'll not deny you Oh witness have I none, save God almighty May he reward you well, for the slighting of me Her lips grew pale and wan, it made her poor heart tremble To think she loved him so and he proved deceitful

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.

O Holy Night, or Oh Holy Night is a well known "Christmas song" that was written by Placide Cappeau, who was asked by a priest to write it. He himself was a poet and curiously a socialist and an atheist. Adolphe Charles Adams composed the music. The English translation version is by, John Sullivan Dwight. There are many great versions of this song, it is very popular, however I noticed that most of them only sing one or two verses. I sang all three verses and arranged a simple fingerpicking version for the guitar. Please feel free to sing along with me if you want to and we`ll all celebrate the birth of our Lord and savior, Jesus Christ. Oh Holy Night complete lyrics Written by - Placide Cappeau Music composed by - Adolphe Charles Adams Performed by - Dan D. Dirges O holy night! the stars are brightly shining; It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining, Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope- the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn! Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices! O night divine, O night when Christ was born! O night, O holy night, O night divine! Truly He taught us to love one another; His law is love and His gospel is peace. Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother, And in His name all oppression shall cease. Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we; Let all within us praise His holy name. Christ is the Lord! O praise His name forever! His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim! His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim! Led by the light of faith serenely beaming, With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand. So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming, Here came the Wise Men from Orient land. The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger, In all our trials born to be our Friend. He knows our need— to our weakness is no stranger. Behold your King, before Him lowly bend! Behold your King, before Him lowly bend!

Brogan Boots and Leggings is sometimes called, The Old Man From Over the Sea or Old Shoes and Leggins. It tells the story about how a mother tries to marry up her daughter with an old man who happens to have a lot of gold. I learned this version from, Clifton Hicks, who has a YouTube channel. Highly recommend his channel if you like old time banjo music. I sing and play this song on the mountain banjo. Brogan Boots and Leggings lyrics Banjo tuned down from standard G to C sharp Old John Brown wants to marry me but I wont have him I hate hime though he loves me with his brogan boots and leggings Old John Brown his beards too white, I wont have him I could not sleep with hime at night with his brogan boots and leggings Old John Brown`s got a lot of gold but I wont have him I`m too young and he`s too old with his brogan boots and leggings Mother made me take him home but I wont have him I took him home and he gnawed on a bone with his brogan boots and leggings Mother made me set him a chair but I wont have him I set him a chair and he run like a bear with his brogan boots and leggings Mother made me take him to bed but I wont have him I took him to bed and he laid like he`s dead with his brogan boots and leggings Mother made me kiss him goodbye but I wont have him I kissed him goodbey and I thought I die with his brogan boots and leggings

Hard Times Come Again No More is a song written by Stephen Foster. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo in the clawhammer style. I might do a guitar version some day. Hard Times Come Again No More written by Stephen Foster Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears, While we all sup sorrow with the poor; There's a song that will linger forever in our ears; Oh! Hard times come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, Hard Times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered around my cabin door; Oh! Hard times come again no more. While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay, There are frail forms fainting at the door; Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say Oh! Hard times come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, Hard Times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered around my cabin door; Oh! Hard times come again no more. There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away, With a worn heart whose better days are o'er: Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day, Oh! Hard times come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, Hard Times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered around my cabin door; Oh! Hard times come again no more. 'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave, 'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore 'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave Oh! Hard times come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, Hard Times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered around my cabin door; Oh! Hard times come again no more.

Lonesome Valley is a traditional folk song. Woody Guthrie changed the verses and kept the chorus the same. In the intro I talk a little about Woody then sing and play the song on the banjo, clawhammer style. Kind of a long winded outro. Lonesome Valley - lyrics Banjo Tuning - dADFsharpA You gotta walk that lonesome valley, You gotta walk it by yourself, Nobody here can walk it for you, You gotta walk that lonesome valley by yourself. Some people say, John was a Baptist, Some folks say he was a Jew, But your holy scripture it will tell you That he was a preacher too. You gotta walk that lonesome valley, You gotta walk it by yourself, Nobody here can walk it for you, You gotta walk that lonesome valley by yourself. Daniel was a Bible hero, Was a prophet brave and true, In a den of hungry lions Proved what faith can do for you. You gotta walk that lonesome valley, You gotta walk it by yourself, Nobody here can walk it for you, You gotta walk that lonesome valley by yourself. There is a road that leads to glory Through a valley far away, Nobody else can walk it for you, They can only point the way. You gotta walk that lonesome valley, You gotta walk it by yourself, Nobody here can walk it for you, You gotta walk that lonesome valley by yourself. ---------------------------------- Timestamps 0:00 - introduction 0:40 - Song starts 4:30 - wrap up -------------------------------- keywords lonesome valley song lonesome valley lyrics lonesome valley traditional lonesome valley folk song lonesome valley banjo banjo mountain banjo songs banjo mountain banjo song banjo two finger style two finger banjo songs banjo mountain music Banjo Song

Big Rock Candy Mountain is a song that was written by Harry McClintock and featured in the movie, O Brother Where Art Thou. I sing and play it on acoustic guitar fingerpicking style "BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAS" written By Harry McClintock (Haywire Mac) lyrics [Verse 1] One evening as the sun went down And the jungle fire was burning Down the track came a hobo hikin' And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning I'm headed for a land that's far away Besides the crystal fountains So come with me, we'll go and see The Big Rock Candy Mountains." [Verse 2] In the Big Rock Candy Mountains There's a land that's fair and bright Where the handouts grow on bushes And you sleep out every night Where the boxcars all are empty And the sun shines everyday All the birds and the bees And the cigarette trees The lemonade springs Where the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountains [Verse 3] In the Big Rock Candy Mountains All the cops have wooden legs And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs The farmers' trees are full of fruit And the barns are full of hay Oh, I'm bound to go Where there ain't no snow Where the rain don't fall The wind don't blow In the Big Rock Candy Mountains [Verse 4] In the Big Rock Candy Mountains You never change your socks And the little streams of alcohol Come trickling down the rocks The brakemen have to tip their hats And the railroad bulls are blind There's a lake of stew And of whiskey too You can paddle all around them In a big canoe In the Big Rock Candy Mountains [Verse 5] In the Big Rock Candy Mountains The jails are made of tin And you can walk right out again As soon as you are in There ain't no short-handled shovels No axes, saws, or picks I'm going to stay Where you sleep all day Where they hung the jerk That invented work In the Big Rock Candy Mountains Oh the buzzing of the bees and the cigarette trees by the soda water fountain. By the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings in the big rock candy mountains I'll see you all this coming fall In the Big Rock Candy Mountains That, oh the buzzing of the bees verse at the end was an add on not in original song. I forget where I heard it

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

Go Tell It On The Mountain is a traditional Folk Song. We don`t know who wrote it but musicologist, John Wesley Work, Jr., a collector of African American folk songs and folk songs in general published it many moons ago. The song celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ and is often song around Christmas time. Thanks to Peter Paul & Mary, the well know folk group trio, the song broke free from just being labeled a Christmas song and is now sung the whole year round. Simon & Garfunkel also recorded a most outstanding version, as well as many others. This is my clawhammer banjo version arrangement and I really enjoyed singing and playing this one. However you may need to take a couple aspirin and lie down and put a cold cloth on your head after listening to my version because my clawhammer is very harsh is spots. Specifically my index striking finger. I hesitated whether to post this or just do it over. I will do it over on the guitar and banjo some day. In the mean time I`ve been trying to re-learn the clawhammer using my middle finger instead of index finger which will definitely help with the harshness of my playing. I`m also getting better at the upstroke index lead technique which I`m really excited about and look forward to trying out. Pete Seeger and Derroll Adams both played predominately in that style. Anyways I`ll have one more song next week and then I`ll take a short break for 2 or 3 weeks. It`s been a great year with sharing the music and making some new friends here on YouTube, Facebook and Rumble. Looking forward to 2024. Lets keep the music going. Oh, I reveal my very own sonic branding at the end! Very important to have your own sonic branding! Go Tell It On The Mountain - lyrics performed by, Dan D. Dirges vocal with guitar accompaniment When I was a seeker I sought both night and day, I asked the Lord to guide me, And he showed me the way. Go tell it on the mountain, Over the hills and everywhere, Go tell it on the mountain, Our Jesus Christ is born. He made me a watchman Upon a city wall, And if I am a Christian, I am the least of all. Go tell it on the mountain, Over the hills and everywhere, Go tell it on the mountain, Our Jesus Christ is born. While at night the shepards, They watched both near and far They saw that from the heavens There came a holy star Go tell it on the mountain, Over the hills and everywhere, Go tell it on the mountain, Our Jesus Christ is born. The shepherds feared and trembled When lo! Above the Earth Rang out the angel chorus That hailed our Savior's birth Go, tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go, tell it on the mountain That Jesus Christ is born!

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Columbus Stockade Blues or Way Down In Columbus Georgia tells the sad tale of someone who gets thrown in jail and nobody comes to visit. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo, two finger thumb lead style. Columbus Stockade Blues (traditional) performed by Dan D. Dirges Banjo tuning - c sharp G sharp C sharp F G sharp Way down in Columbus Georgia Lord I wish I was back in Tennessee Way down in Columbus Stockade My friends have turned their backs on me Go and leave me if you wish to Never let me cross your mind if in your heart you love another Leave me, darling, I don't mind Many a night with you I've rambled countless hours with you I've spent Thought I had your heart forever Now I find that it was only lent. Go and leave me if you wish to Never let me cross your mind If in your heart you love another Leave me, darling, I don't mind Last night as I lay sleeping I dreamd that you were in my arms When I awoke I was mistaken Lord, I was still behind these bars Go and leave me if you wish to Never let me cross your mind If in your heart you love another Leave me, darling, I don't mind

Aragon Mill / Si Kahn / Guitar cover version

Song I wrote about a homeless soldier

A Hope To Live Written by Steven `Jesse` Bernstein Performed by Dan D. Dirges -------- Here is the link to watch Steven Jay Jesse Bernstein perform his great song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rKI7mnKnMc A Hope To Live- lyrics There`s a child practicing their music. A trumpet to sloppy to be sure Their so trying to get out of that building but their feet are nailed to the floor And it`s a beatiful thing yes it is. It`s a thing that gives me hope to live Somebody`s looking for their voice in an open window with their supper on the stove And you can hear just going down the street. Singing and playing out of beat Someone whose life has had no reason. Making up a reason of their own And it`s a beatiful thing yes it is. It`s a thing that gives me hope to live Somebody`s looking for their voice in an open window with their supper on the stove There`s a man shadow boxing in the doorway. With their eyes close I know he`s gonna win He`s kicking the trash out of the way. He goes down but he always gets up again And it`s a beatiful thing yes it is. It`s a thing that gives me hope to live Somebody`s looking for their voice in an open window with their supper on the stove There`s a woman standing at the bus stop. She`s yelling that the world is on fire The cop`s come running clumsy and discusted. Every thing they say she says they are alive And it`s a beatiful thing yes it is. It`s a thing that gives me hope to live Somebody`s looking for their voice in an open window with their supper on the stove Everyone is lost among the buildings. The ruins that we leave will last forever Though everything that`s said may be forgotten. There`s something that connects us like a river And it`s a beatiful thing yes it is. It`s a thing that gives me hope to live Somebody`s looking for their voice in an open window with their supper on the stove

Brother Green is a traditional American Civil War song. It is sometimes known as The Dying Soldier. In the introduction I tell the story of Brother Green then sing and play the song in the Clawhammer style on a mountain banjo. Timestamps 0:00 Introduction and story of Brother Green and The Dying Soldier 1:05 Song starts 3:40 Song ends and wrap up Brother Green (The Dying Soldier)- lyrics Banjo in Double C tuning cCGCE (relative) 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. "Banjo" "Folk Song" "Folk" "Old Time Music" "Mountain Banjo" "Acoustic Guitar" Clawhammer Banjo, Two Finger Thumb Lead Banjo "BrotherGreen" "ClawhammerBanjo