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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.

Paradise is a song written by John Prine off his first album. I played it in Drop D Tuning (actually in C a whole step down) to make it a little different. Lyrics below if you want to sing along. Paradise Lyrics [Verse 1] When I was a child my family would travel Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered So many times that my memories are worn [Chorus] And Daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County? Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry, my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away [Verse 2] Well, sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill Where the air smelled like snakes we'd shoot with our pistols But empty pop bottles was all we would kill [Chorus] And Daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County? Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away [Verse 3] Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovel And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land Well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man [Chorus] And Daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County? Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away [Verse 4] When I die, let my ashes float down the Green River Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester Dam I'll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin' Just five miles away from wherever I am

Original song I wrote. Hats off to all the truckers.

Fingerpicking guitar and vocal. Thanks for listening

Logan`s Lament, sometimes called, The Blackbird is a traditional folk song. I sing and play it on guitar. I hope to do a banjo version someday, good Lord willing and the creek don`t rise. I know it`s kind of rough in spots. I probably should have practiced a little more before hitting record. I was blown away by how Tim Eriksen played and sang this song. I think this might be his adaptation because all other versions I heard sound much different. Here is the link to his version. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxoldgJrvYg Logan's Lament (The Blackbird) Author: unknown Performed by Dan D. Dirges Guitar version in A but played G position Chords: G G/C Em7 C Banjo version tuning fADGA Logan's Lament (The Blackbird) lyrics The blackbird is singing on Michigan's shore, As sweetly and gaily as ever before, For she knows to her mate she at pleasure can hie, And her little brood she is teaching to fly, Oh, alas, I am undone The fox and the panther, both beasts of the night, Retire to their dens on the gleaming of light, And they spring with a free and a sorrowless track, For they know that their mates are expecting them back, Oh, alas, I am undone The sun looks as ruddy, and rises ad bright, And reflects o'er our mountains as beamy a light As it ever reflected, or ever expresses When skies were the bluest, my dreams were the best, Oh, alas, I am undone Each bird and each beast are blessed in degree; All nature is cheerful, all happy but me; I will go to my tent and lie down in despair, I will paint me with black and I'll sever my hair. Oh, alas, I am undone I will sit on the shore when the hurricane blows, And reveal to the God of the tempest my woes; I will weep for a season, on bitterness fed, For my kindred have gone to the hills of the dead, Oh, alas, I am undone But they died not by hunger or lingering decay; The steel of the white man has swept them away; The snake-skin that once I so sacredly wore I will toss with disdain to the storm-beaten shore, Oh, alas, I am undone They came to my cabin when heaven was black, I heard not their coming, and knew not their track, But I saw by the light of their blazing fusees They were people engendered beyond the big seas, Oh, alas, I am undone I will dig up my hatchet and bend my oak bow, By night and by day I will follow the foe; No lake shall impede me, no mountains nor snow, Their blood can alone give my spirit repose. Oh, alas, I am undone My wife and my children Oh, spare me the tale, For who is there left that is kin to Geehale; My wife and my children Oh, spare me the tale, For who is there left that is kin to Geehale; Oh, alas, I am undone

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

The Carpool Dummy Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges-cool and dark dan samples Well I`m so sick and tired of getting stuck in traffic So I had an idea that was so fantastic I bought a blow up doll from the local sex shop Got her in some clothes, put a wig on top I`m gonna fool them cops wait an see With my carpool dummy riding next to me Well I blew my baby doll up full of air She was looking mighty fine like she just dont care I lit up a smoke put it tween her lips Sounds kinda crazy but its worth the risk I`m gonna fool them cops wait and see With my carpool dummy riding next to me I was cruising along doing sixty five Thouh the freeway was jammed I never broke my stride People looked at me like I`d gone insane But I bet they only wish they had half my brains. I`m gonna fool them cops yes siree With my carpool dummy riding next to me Well the cops were making their highway checks When the smoke fell out and burned a hole in her dress Well they pulled me over for to have a look When she started to deflate my goose was cooked Say could you let me slide here this one time I`ll lose the carpool dummy and I`ll fall in line Well the judge never thought it all that funny He said open up your wallet lets see some money When I got back home I patched up my dummy Much to my surprise she called me honey Well I can feel the love its starting to grow For my carpool dummy who will never say no ================================= Oh man this ones crazy! lol - Guy buys a blow up doll and puts her in the passenger seat to try and fool the cops so he can ride in the carpool lane but gets caught and hit with a hefty fine but there`s a happy ending. Turns out his blow up doll can talk and they end up falling in love and living happily ever after! hahaha - Get a chance to play power chords in this one too! "Carpool Dummy" "Funny Song" "Power Chords" "Rock and Roll" Love Song, Ballad, original song, vocal and guitar fingerpicking, singer songwriter, Dan D Dirges, folk, indie, country music, blues

Click 2:22 to skip intro and go straight to the song The Falling Man is a song I wrote about the 9/11/2001 terrorist attacks on the World Trade Centers. After the planes hit and the towers burst into flames some say they could see satan`s face in the smoke and fire. I added harmonies to this which is something I hardly ever do only to cover up the fact that I cant hold steady long notes. I kind of like the humming parts in the breaks. The Falling Man Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges-"cool and dark dan samples" The skies exploded in the early dawn that 9/11 day Trapped inside forced to jump or burn. There was no other way For the falling man For the falling man Satan`s face in the smoke and fire, it`s a long way down A world watches in disbelief as you fall to the ground It`s ground zero for the falling man For the falling man For the falling man Half a mile out in space, to see the earth below And slip into eternity, time passes slow Lord have mercy for the falling man For the falling man For the falling man Disciples dance with the devil in the desert sun Blinded by the moon and stars, we see what they`ve become There is no mercy for the falling man For the falling man For the falling man #September11TerroristAttacks #9-11-2001TerroristAttack #WorldTradeCenters #TheFallingMan

Dear God is an original Christian song I came up with on the mountain banjo.

We Three Kings Of Orient Are - Lyrics performed by, Dan D. Dirges Fingerpicking Guitar and Vocal We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we travel afar. Fields and fountain, moor and mountain, Following yonder star. O star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect Light. Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain, Gold I bring to crown Him again; King forever, ceasing never, Over us all to reign. O star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect Light. Frankincense to offer have I; Incense owns a Deity nigh; Prayer and praising all men raising, Worship Him, God on high. O star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect Light. Myrrh is mine: it's bitter perfume Breaths a life of gathering gloom. Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying, Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. O star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect Light. Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and Sacrifice. Alleluia, alleluia! Sounds through the earth and skies. O star of wonder, star of night, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect Light

Going Across the Mountain is a traditional civil war folk love song. This is my fingerpicking guitar version. I have a banjo version posted as well. Going Across the Mountain lyrics I'm goin' across the mountains, oh fare ye well Goin' 'cross the mountains, you can hear my banjo tell Got my rations on my back, my powder it is dry Goin' across the mountains, oh Chrissy don't you cry Goin' across the mountain, to join the boys in blue When this fightin's over, I'll come back to you Goin' across the mountains if I have to crawl To give old Jeff's men a little o' my rifle ball 'Speck you'll miss me when I'm gone, but I'm goin' through When this fightin's over, I'll come back to you Way before it's good daylight, if nothin' happens to me I'll be way down yonder, in old Tennessee Goin' across the mountain, oh fare ye well Goin' 'cross the mountain, you can hear my banjo tell Goin' across the mountain, oh fare ye well Goin' 'cross the mountain, Chrissy fare you well Goin' across the mountain, to join the boys in blue When this fightin's over, I'll come back to you .... I'm goin' across the mountains, oh fare ye well Goin' 'cross the mountains, you can hear my banjo tell I'm goin' across the mountains, oh fare ye well Goin' 'cross the mountains, oh fare you well

Saginaw, Michigan is a 1964 song performed by Lefty Frizzell. The single was Lefty Frizzell's sixth and final number one on the U. S. country chart. "Saginaw, Michigan" spent a total of twenty-three weeks on the country chart and peaked at number eighty-five on the Billboard Hot 100. The song earned Lefty Frizzell a Grammy nomination. The most notable cover of the song was done by Bobby Bare. It was included on his 1966 LP, The Streets of Baltimore. Another notable rendition of the song is by John Prine and Mac Wiseman on their 2007 CD, Standard Songs for Average People. Saginaw, Michigan lyrics Fingerpicking guitar and vocals I was born in Saginaw, Michigan I grew up in a house on Saginaw Bay My dad was a poor, hard-working Saginaw fisherman Too many times he came home with too little pay I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man But he called me that son of a Saginaw fisherman And not good enough to claim his daughter's hand Now I'm up here in Alaska, looking around for gold Like a crazy fool I'm digging in this frozen ground so cold But with each new day I pray I'll strike it rich and then I'll go back home and claim my love in Saginaw, Michigan I wrote my love in Saginaw, Michigan I said honey I'm coming home please wait for me And you can tell your dad I'm coming back a richer man I hit the biggest strike in Klondike history Her dad met me in Saginaw, Michigan He gave me a great big party with champagne Then he said son you`re a wise young ambitious man Will you sell your father-in-law your Klondike claim Now he's up there in Alaska digging in the cold, cold ground The greedy fool is looking for the gold I never found It serves him right and no one here is missing him Least of all the newlyweds of Saginaw, Michigan We're the happiest man and wife in Saginaw, Michigan Lefty Frizzell wrote Saginaw, Michigan Dan D. Dirges just covered Saginaw, Michigan

Pumpkin Harvest Pickin` is an original banjo instrumental

Hang Me, Oh Hang Me (I Been All Around This World) / Folk Song / Clawhammer Banjo

Going Across the Mountain is a traditional civil war folk love song. This is my mountain clawhammer banjo version. I have a fingerpicking guitar version posted as well Going Across the Mountain lyrics I'm goin' across the mountains, oh fare ye well Goin' 'cross the mountains, you can hear my banjo tell Got my rations on my back, my powder it is dry Goin' across the mountains, oh Chrissy don't you cry Goin' across the mountain, to join the boys in blue When this fightin's over, I'll come back to you Goin' across the mountains if I have to crawl To give old Jeff's men a little o' my rifle ball 'Speck you'll miss me when I'm gone, but I'm goin' through When this fightin's over, I'll come back to you Way before it's good daylight, if nothin' happens to me I'll be way down yonder, in old Tennessee Goin' across the mountain, oh fare ye well Goin' 'cross the mountain, you can hear my banjo tell Goin' across the mountain, oh fare ye well Goin' 'cross the mountain, Chrissy fare you well Goin' across the mountain, to join the boys in blue When this fightin's over, I'll come back to you .... I'm goin' across the mountains, oh fare ye well Goin' 'cross the mountains, you can hear my banjo tell I'm goin' across the mountains, oh fare ye well Goin' 'cross the mountains, oh fare you well

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

Who Broke the Lock on the Hen House Door is a traditional American folk song. Who doesnt love funny songs about Chickens. Here is one of the best. I play it on guitar - Two Finger Thumb Lead. Hope you sing along with me. Lyrics below I rode right up to that farmers gate Blew my horn both long and late The farmers dog he wouldn`t bark nor bite But the dammed old thing he could read and write Who broke the lock? I don't know Who broke the lock on the hen house door? I'll find out before I go Who broke the lock on the hen house door Said the barnyard hen to rooster out west You`re the one that I love you best Rooster to the hen, you`re a pop-eyed liar I caught you in the alley with a ole shanghai Who broke the lock? I don't know Who broke the lock on the hen house door? I'll find out before I go Who broke the lock on the hen house door I was down in the hen house on my knees I thought I heard a chicken sneeze It was nothing but a rooster saying his prayers Thanking the Lord for the hens upstairs Who broke the lock? I don't know Who broke the lock on the hen house door? I'll find out before I go Who broke the lock on the hen house door Who broke the lock on the hen house door

Take Me Home Country Roads was a HUGE massive hit back in the early 1970`s. John Denver recorded it. I came up with this Banjo 3 finger like arrangement. (I only had two finger working though) Take Me Home, Country Roads Lyrics [Verse 1] Almost Heaven, West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze [Chorus] Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads [Verse 2] All my memories gather 'round her Miner's lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye [Chorus] Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads [Bridge] I hear her voice in the morning hour, she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away Driving down the road, I get a feeling That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads [Outro] Take me home, (Down) country roads Take me home, (Down) country roads

Dandelions Never Stay Lonely Very Long (Sunshine and Dreams) Written and performed by, Dan D. Dirges -cool and dark dan samples Mountain Banjo in Sawmill tuning exept the 5th string is tuned to the 3rd fret on the 1st string instead of the 5th fret dandelions standing over on a hill they never stay lonely for very long cant you hear their song singing the whole day long then far too soon gone if I call out your name will you come back to me like an echo in a canyon like and old crow to a tree like the wind thru the leaves like sunshine and dreams the old barns still there though a little worse for wear our initials that we carved still ring loud and true saying i love you saying i love you a flower pot in a window sill on a sunday in spring brings a reason to believe that today is all we need I`ll remember you and me like sunshine and dreams if I call out your name will you come back to me like an echo in a canyon like and old crow to a tree like the flower and the bumble bee like sunshine and dreams dandelions standing over on a hill they never stay lonely for very long =============================== Clawhammer pickin the mountain banjo in this one. It`s a love song but like dandelions, love kinda comes and goes sometimes. With a sentimental intro ============================== "Clawhammer Banjo" "Mountain Banjo" "Old Time Music" "Banjo" Love Song, Ballad, original song, vocal and guitar fingerpicking, singer songwriter, Dan D Dirges, folk, indie, country music, blues

A song I wrote. Hope you like it

A love song of sorts. Original

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote this poem, Christmas Bells on Christmas day in 1864. His son was wounded during the American civil war and he was despondent from that and with the war dragging on but on Christmas he heard the bells and the singing of the carols and he was hopeful the war would soon be over. In fact in 4 months it would be. I liked the poem so much I made up a song for it many years ago and felt like singing it again. I sing and play it on acoustic guitar using a simple fingerpicking arpeggio style. Christmas Bells - poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Music by Dan D. Dirges Performed by Dan D. Dirges I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, singing on its way The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The Carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And in despair I bowed my head; ‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said; ‘For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’ Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: ‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!’ 'Christmas Bells' a Christmas poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Original song. vocal and fingerpicking acoustic guitar

The Lights Gone Out / original song