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RED RIVER VALLEY
G
From this valley they say you are going.
D7
I will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile;
G C
For they say you are taking the sunshine
G D7 G
That brightens our pathway awhile.
Oh, just think of the valley you are leaving;
Oh, how lonely and sad it will be;
And just think of the fond heart you're breaking,
And the grief you are causing me.
Come and sit by my side if you love me,
Do not hasten to bid me adieu;
But remember the Red River Valley
and the cowboy that loved you so true.
GIT ALONG LITTLE DOGIES
C F G C
As I was a walkin one mornin' for pleasure,
C F G C
I spied a cowpuncher a ridin' along
D F G C
His hat was tipped back and his spurs were a-jinglin'
C F G C
And as he approached he was singin' this song.
CHORUS
G F C
Whop-ee ti-yi-yo git along little dogies;
G F C
It is your misfortune and none of my own;
F G C
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo git along little dogies,
C F G C
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
It's early spring when we round up the dogies.
We mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails,
They round up the horses and load the chuck wagon,
And throw the little doggies upon the long trail.
Your mama was raised a way down in Texas,
Where the jimson weed and the cactus grow.
We'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla,
'Till you are ready for Idaho.
It's whoopin', it's yellin', it's drivin' the dogies.
Oh, how I wish they would git along!
It's a-whoopin' and a-punchin' and "Git along, little
dogies,
For you know that Wyoming will be your new home."
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THE OLD CHISHOLM TRAIL
F
Well, come along boys and listen to my tale.
Bb F
I'll tell you all my troubles on the old Chisolm Trail
Gm C7 F
Come a ti-yi yippy, yippy yah, yippy yah,'
Gm C7 F
With a ti-yi-yippy, yippy yah.
On a ten-dollar horse and a fifty dollar saddle,
I started out a punchin' those long horned cattle.
(Refrain)
I'm up in the morning before daylight,
And 'fore I gits to sleeping the moon's shinin' bright.
(Refrain)
Oh, it's bacon and beans almost every day,
And I'd sooner be a eating plain prairie hay.
(Refrain)
I went to the boss for to draw my roll,
He had it figured I was nine dollars in the hole.
(Refrain)
I'll sell my outfit just as soon as I can,
cause I ain't punching cattle for no mean boss man.
(Refrain)
With my knees in the saddle and my feet in the sky,
I'll quit punchin' cattle in the sweet by and by.
(Refrain)
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SWEET BETSY FROM PIKE
D A G D
Did you ever hear tell of sweet Betsy from Pike,
A
Who crossed the wide prairies with her lover Ike,
G A G D
With two yokes of cattle and one spotted hog,
A G D
A tall Shanghai rooster and an old yaller dog?
Refrain
A G D
Sing-too-ral-li-oo-ral-li-oo-ral-li-ay,
A G D
Sing-too-ral-li-oo-ral-li-oo-ral-li-ay.
One evening quite early they camped on the Platte,
'Twas near by the road on a green shady flat;
Where Betsy, quite tired, lay down to repose,
While with wonder Ike gazed on his Pike County rose.
Refrain
They swam the wide rivers and crossed the tall peaks,
And camped on the prairie for weeks upon weeks;
Starvation and cholera and hard work and slaughter,
They reached California spite of hell and high water.
Refrain
Out on the prairie one bright starry night,
They broke out the whiskey and Betsy got tight;
She sang and she shouted and danced o'er the plain,
And make a great show for the whole wagon train.
Refrain
The Injuns came down in a wild yelling horde,
And Betsy was skeered they would scalp her adored;
Behind the front wagon wheel Betsy did crawl,
And there fought the Injuns with musket and ball.
Refrain
They soon reached the desert, where Betsy gave out,
And down in the sand she lay rolling about;
While Ike in great terror looked on in surprise,
Saying "Betsy, get up, you'll get sand in your eyes."
Refrain
The alkali desert was burning and bare,
And Issac shrank from the death that lurked there;
"Dear old Pike County, I'll go back to you."
Says Betsy, "You'll go by yourself if you do."
Saying, Good-by, Pike County
Farwell for a while;
I'd go back tonight
If it was but a mile.
Refrain
Sweet Betsy got up in a great deal of pain,
And declared she'd go back to Pike County again;
Then Ike heaved a sigh and they fondly embraced,
And she traveled along with his arm 'round her waist.
Refrain
The wagon tipped over with a terrible crash,
And out on the prairie rolled all sorts of trash;
A few little baby clothes done up with care,
Looked rather suspicious - though twas all on the square.
Refrain
The Shanghai ran off and the cattle all died.
The last piece of bacon that morning was fried;
Poor Ike got discouraged, and Betsy got mad,
The dog wagged his tail and looked wonderfully sad.
Refrain
One morning they climbed a very high hill,
And with wonder looked down into old Placerville;
Ike shouted and said, as he cast his eyes down,
"Sweet Betsy, my darling, we've got to Hangtown."
Refrain
Long Ike and sweet Betsy attended a dance,
Where Ike wore a pair of his Pike County pants,
Sweet Betsy was covered with ribbons and rings,
Quoth Ike, "You're an angle, but where are your wings?"
Refrain
A miner said, "Betsy, will you dance with me?"
"I will that, old hoss, if you don't make too free:
But don't dance me hard, do you want to know why?
Doggone you, I'm choke-full of strong alkali."
Refrain
Long Ike and sweet Betsy got married of course,
But Ike getting jealous obtained a divorce;
And Betsy, well satisfied, said with a shout,
"Good-by, you big lummax, I'm glad you backed out."
Saying, Good-by, dear Issac
Farewell for a while,
But come back in time
To replenish my pile.
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THE BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAINS
D
On a summer's day in the month of May
A7 D
A burly little bum come a hiking,
Traveling down that lonesome road.
A7 D
A looking for his liking,
A7 D
He was headed for a land that was far away,
A7
Besides them crystal fountains,
I'll see you all this comin' fall,
A7
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
G
You never change your socks,
G D
And little streams of alcohol,
G A7
Come a trickling down the rocks.
D
The box cars are all empty,
G D
And the railroad bulls are blind,
G D G D
There's a lake of stew and whiskey too,
G D G D
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
Chorus
A7 D
Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees,
G
Round the soda-water fountain.
A7 D
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
There's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the hand-outs grow on bushes,
And you sleep out every night.
Where the box cars are all empty,
And the sun shines every day,
O I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow,
Where the rain don't fall and wind don't blow,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
Chorus
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
The jails are made of tin,
And you bust right out again,
As soon as they put you in.
The famer's trees are full of fruit,
The barns are full of hay,
I'm going to stay where you sleep all day,
Where they boiled in oil the inventor of toil,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
Chorus
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DON'T FENCE ME IN
Oh give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above;
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride thru the wide open spaces that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze,
Listen to murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me out forever, but I ask you please,
Don't fence me in.
On my cayuse let me wander over yonder,
Till I see the mountains rise.
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle,
Underneath the western skies.
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
Gaze at the moon until I loose my senses.
Can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences,
Don't fence me in.
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GOODNIGHT IRENE
Chorus
C G C
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight,
F
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene,
C G C
I'll see you in my dreams.
C G C
Sometimes I live in the country
C
Sometimes I live in Cimarron
F
Sometimes I get a great notion
C G C
To jump in the river and drown.
Chorus
Sometimes Irene wears a dress
Sometimes she wears a nightgown,
But when ther're both in the laundry
Irene's the talk of town.
Chorus
Last Saturday night we got married
Me and the wife settled down,
But now us two are parted
I think I'll go in and tho' down.
Chorus
Why did the chicken say to the duck
Boy you ain't too good looking
But you sure know how to swim.
Chorus
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IT CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, good will toward men,
From heav'n's all gracious King":
The world in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angles sing.
Still thro' the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfrurled,
And still their heav'nly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hov'ring wing.
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angles sing.
And ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad, and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing:
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing.
For lo, the days are hast'ning on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years,
Shall come the time foretold,
When the new heav'n and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace their King,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.
AWAY IN A MANGER
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head;
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the poor Baby wakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes;
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky,
And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.
Be near me Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me I pray.
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,
And fit us for Heaven to live with Thee there.
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JOY TO THE WORLD
Joy to the world! The Lord is come:
Let earth receive her King:
Ler ev'ry heart prepare Him room,
And heav'n and nature sing, And heav'n and nature sing,
And heav'n and heav'n and nature sing.
Joy to the world! The Savior reigns:
Let men their songs employ,
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.
No more let sin and sorrow grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found, Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and grace
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness
And wonders of His love, and wonders of His love,
And wonders, and wonders of His love.
O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie ;
Above they deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy darkness shineth The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.
For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep the angels keep
Their watch of wond'ring love.
O morning stars, together, Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
How sliently, how silently,
The wondrous Gift is giv'n!
So God imparts to human hearts
the blessings of His heav'n.
No ear may hear His coming, But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will recieve Him still,
The dear Christ enters in.
O Holy Child of Bethlehem!
Descent to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin, and enter in,
Be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels The great tidings tell:
O come to us, abide with us, Our Lord Immanuel!
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O COME, ALL YE FAITHFUL
O come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem!
Come and behold Him, born the King of angels!
Chorus
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him,
O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!
Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation,
O sing, all ye citizens of heav'n above!
Glory to God, all glory in the highest!
Chorus
Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning,
Jesus to Thee be all glory giv'n;
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing!
Chorus
ANGELS WE HAVE HEARD ON HIGH
Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
And the mountains in reply,
Echoing their joyous strains.
Chorus
Glo -------- ri - a
in excelsis Deo
Glo -------- ri - a
in excelsis Deo.
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be,
Which inspire your heav'nly song?
Chorus
Come to Bethlehem, and see
Him whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee,
Christ the Lord, the newborn King.
Chorus
See Him in a manger, laid,
Whom the choirs of angels praise;
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
While our hearts in love we raise.
Chorus
