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CAROLINA IN THE PINES
D Asus4
She came to me said she knew me
G/E D
Said she'd known me a long time
G D A7sus4
And she spoke of being in love with every mountain she
D
had climbed,
Asus4 E/D
And she talked of trails she'd walked up far above the
D
timberline.
G D A7sus4
From that night on I knew I'd write songs with Carolina
D
in the pines.
There's a new moon on the 14th a first quarter the 21st
And the full moon on the last week brings a fulness to
this earth.
There's no guesswork in the clockwork of the world's heart
or of mine
There are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the Pines.
When the frost shows on the windows and the woodstove smokes
and glows
As the fire grows we can warm our toes watchin' rainbows
in the coals,
And we'll talk of trails we'd walked up far above the timberline.
There are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the Pines.
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RIPPLIN' WATERS CAPO UP 2 FRETS
D D7 G
I've got ripplin' waters to wake me to the mornin' my woman in love
D A7
Tall pine trees are pointin' this easily to heaven above
D C G
Blue spruce flamin' on the grate in the evening takes the chill away fine
Em B7 Em
Cut the telephone line the story's the same.
There's a worn red chair by the window that she found at a sale
down the way
When some old women said that they needed more room for the winter.
People like pulling out the stuffing when they sit down so it
passes the time.
Cut the telephone line the story's the same.
CHORUS
A E
Ooh, like a bubble on a windy day
A
Start to flutter when I hear you say
That you feel too good to go away
B7 E A
And you make me feel fine
And you make the world a warmer place
E
By the sparkle of your diamond face
A
On a gray spot on a little lace
B7 E
And you make me feel fine
B7 E
Warm as a mountain sunshine
B7 E
On the edge of a snowline
B7 E A G A7
In a meadow of columbine.
Oh, little Jennifer I'd give a penny for what you got on your mind
Seems like most of the time you're lying there dreamin'
Maybe in your vision you see how our mission is slight less than divine.
Cut the telephone line the story's the same.
Now the ripplin' waters flow through the ceiling and the walls
and they're keeping me warm
And the closest I've been to my family for days is my music
But to silently stare in the morning sky is like hearing her calling
my name.
Cut the telephone line the story might change.
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WABASH CANNONBALL
From the green Atlantic ocean to the white Pacific shore
From the green overflowing mountains
to the southbound along the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome she's known quite well by all
the regular combination on that Wabash Cannonball.
CHORUS
Listen to that jingle, the rumble and that roar
as she glides along the woodlands, o'er hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine
hear the lonesome hobos call
as they ramble on across the country on that Wabash Cannonball.
Well the eastern states are dandy you hear most people say
From New York to St. Louis and ole Chicago by the way
To the hills of Minnesota where them rippling waters fall
No changes need to be taken on that Wabash Cannonball.
CHORUS
Well here's to Daddy Flagston may his name forever stand
And here's for Tennessee many places--throughout the land
The Dartmouth race is over, and curtains have been pulled and drawed
Gonna tote them back to Dixie on that Wabash Cannonball.
We came down to Nashville on a warm November day
when we rolled into the station I heard somebody say
The boys are from Carolina they're big and thick and tall
Ther're comin' down to pick us a few they rode the Wabash Cannonball.
CHORUS
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SOMEDAY SOON
G Em
There's a young man that I know
C G
his age is twenty-one,
Bm C D
He comes from down in Southern Colorado
G Em
He is just out of the service,
C G
and looking for some fun
C D G
Someday soon, goin' with him, someday soon.
My parents cannont stand him
'cause he rides the rodeo.
My father says that he will leave me crying,
But I would follow him right down
the roughtest road I know.
Someday soon, goin' with him, someday soon.
D
When he comes to call, my Pa ain't
C G
got a good word to say,
Em
guess it was 'cause he was just as wild
C D
back in his younger days.
So blow you old blue norther,
blow my love to me
He's driving up tonight from California
He loves that damned old rodeo
just as much as he loves me
someday soon, goin' with him, someday soon.
When he comes to call (repeat)
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WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE By Pete Seeger
C Am
Where have all the flowers gone?
F G
Long time passing.
C Am
Where have all the flowers gone?
F G
Long time ago.
C Am
Where have all the flowers gone?
F G
Young girls picked them everyone.
F G C
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time ago.
Where have all the young girls gone?
They've gone to young men, everyone.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago.
Where have all the young men gone?
They've gone to soldiers, everyone.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time ago.
Where have all the soldiers gone?
They've gone to graveyards, everyone.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time ago.
Where have all the graveyards gone?
They've gone to flowers every one.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago.
Where have all the flowers gone?
They've gone to young girls every one.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
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TODAY
(* note: I think the first paragraph was meant to be the chorus.
It's hard to tell from my copy.)
Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows shall all pass away
Ere I forget all the joy that is mine, Today.
I'll be a dandy and I'll be a rover
You'll know who I am by the songs that I sing
I'll feast at your table, I'll sleep in your clover
Who cares what tomorrow shall bring?
CHORUS
I can't be contented with yesterday's glory
I can't live on promises winter to spring
Today is my moment and now is my story
I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing.
CHORUS
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MORNING HAS BROKEN By Eleanor Farjeon
C Dm G F C
Morning has broken like the first morning,
Em Am D7sus D G
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
C F
Praise for the singing,
C Am D
Praise for the morning,
G C F G7 C F G E Am G G7
Praise for them springing fresh from the world.
Sweet the rain's new fall sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Spring in completness where His feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play!
Praise with elation, praise every morning,
God's recreation of the new day!
FIVE HUNDRED MILES
G Em
If you miss the train I'm on
D C
You will know that I am gone
D G
You can hear the whistle blow, a hundred miles.
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
C
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
Am D7 G
You can hear the whistle blow, a hundred miles.
CHORUS
G Em
Lord, I'm one, Lord I'm two
D C
Lord, I'm three, oh Lord I'm four
D C G
Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home.
Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny to my name
Lord, I can't go back home this-a-way
This a way, this a way
This a way, this a way,
Lord, I can't go back home this a way.
CHORUS
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BLOWING IN THE WIND
D G D
How many roads must a man walk down
G A
Before you can call him a man?
D G D
Yes, and how many seas must a white dove sail
G A
Before she sleeps in the sand?
D G D
Yes, and how many times must the cannonball fly
G A
Before they are forever banned?
CHORUS
G A7 Bm
The answer my friends is blowing in the wind
G A7 D
The answer is blowing in the wind.
How many years must the mountain exist before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years must a people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his back
And pretend that he just doesn't see?
CHORUS
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before, he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
CHORUS
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GOODBYE OLD DESERT RAT By Michael Murphy
Am D Am D
She sits on the front porch of the old house that stands
scorched
Am D Am D
Under the sunstroke of the desert day that choked
F C G
Her old man who fell in the sun.
With rattlesnakes and keepsakes, old boxes of cornflakes,
Grammaphones and gemstones, and three unclaimed doorframes,
And bleached bones and rocks by the ton.
CHORUS
D C G
Goodbye old desert rat, you half crazy wildcat
C G A D
You knew where it was at, what life's all about
Am Em C G
You saver of catalogs, king of the prairie dogs
C G D F
Success is survival and you toughed it out,
C G
you toughed it out.
You old loudmouth hound, you kept the kids spellbound,
Half crazy and sunbaked, you earned your own grubstake;
By breakin' your back all day long.
With junk art and dump carts, old Model-T parts
Frustrated, outdated and uneducated
At eighty you still wrote good songs.
CHORUS
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DRILL YE TARRIERS
Cm
Every morning at seven o'clock,
F7
Came twenty tarriers a-working at the rock,
G7 Cm
And the boss comes along and says "Keep still!"
F7 C7 Eb
And he comes down heavy on the cast iron drill.
Fm Cm Bb Cm
So drill, ye tarriers, drill.
CHORUS
Cm Bb Cm Cm Bb Cm
Drill ye tarriers, drill! Drill ye tarriers, drill!
Bb Ab Bb Cm
It's work all day for the sugar in your tay
Cm G7 Cm
Down behind of the railway.
Fm Cm Bb Cm
So, drill ye tarriers, drill!
And blast! And fire!
Came a premature dynamite blast,
And Joe McGillicudy had to wear a cast.
So the boss came around and he said to Joe
"You'll get half your pay, 'cause your production's low."
So drill ye tarriers, drill!
