1     Mack The Knife                              
                                                  
                                                  
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth,                   
  dear                                            
And he shows them pearly white,                   
Just a jack-knife has old Macheath,               
  dear,                                           
And he keeps it out of sight.                     
                                                  
When the shark bites with his                     
  teeth, dear,                                    
Scarlet billows start to spread.                  
  Fancy gloves, though, wears                     
  Macheath, dear,                                 
So there's never a trace of red.                  
                                                  
From a tug boat by the river,                     
A cement bag's dropping down;                     
The cement's just for the weight,                 
  dear,                                           
Five'll Get you ten old Mackie's                  
  back in town.                                   
                                                  
On the sidewalk Sunday morning,                   
Lies a body oozing life,                          
Someone's sneaking round the                      
  corner.                                         
Is that someone Mack the Knife?                   
                                                  
Louie Miller disappeared, dear,                   
After drawing out his cash;                       
And Macheath spends like a sailor.                
Did our boy do something rash?                    
                                                  
Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver, Polly                  
  Peachum, Lucy Brown,                            
Oh, the line forms on the right,                  
  dear,                                           
Now that Mackie's back in town.                   
                                                  
                                                  
2     Old Man River                               
                                                  
Old man river, that old man river,                
He must know something, but don't                 
  say nothing,                                    
He just keeps on rolling, he keeps                
  rolling along.                                  
He don't plant 'taters, he don't                  
  plant cotton,                                   
And them that plants 'em are soon                 
  forgotten,                                      
But old man river, he just keeps                  
  rolling along.                                  
                                                  
You and me, we sweat and strain,                  
Body all achin' and racked with                   
  pain.                                           
Tote that barge, lift that bale,                  
Get a little drunk and you land in                
  jail.                                           
I get weary and sick of trying,                   
I'm tired of living but I'm scared                
  of dying,                                       
But old man river, he just keeps                  
  rolling along.                                  
                                                  
                                                  
3     The Unicorn                                 
                                                  
A long time ago when the earth was                
  green,                                          
There was more kinds of animals                   
  than you've ever seen.                          
They'd run around free while the                  
  world was being born,                           
But the loveliest of all was the                  
  unicorn.                                        
                                                  
There were green alligators and                   
  long-necked geese,                              
Some humpyback camels and some                    
  chimpanzees,                                    
Some cats and rats and elephants                  
  but sure as you're born,                        
The loveliest of all was the                      
  unicorn.                                        
                                                  
Now God seen some sinnin' and it                  
  gave him pain                                   
And He says, "Stand back, I'm going               
  to make it rain."                               
He says, "Hey brother Noah, I'll                  
  tell you what to do,                            
Build me a floating zoo."                         
                                                  
"Take some of them green alligators               
  and long-necked geese,                          
Some humpyback camels and some                    
  chimpanzees,                                    
Some cats and rats and elephants,                 
  but sure as your're born,                       
Don't you forget my unicorn."                     
                                                  
Old Noah was there to answer the                  
  call,                                           
He finished up making the ark just                
  as the rain started to fallin'.                 
He marched in the animals two by                  
  two,                                            
And he called out as they went                    
  through,                                        
                                                  
"Hey Lord, I got You green                        
  alligators and long-necked geese,               
Some humpyback camels and some                    
  chimpanzees,                                    
Some cats and rats and elephants,                 
  but I'm so forlorn,                             
I just can't see no unicorn."                     
                                                  
Then Noah looked out through the                  
  driving rain,                                   
Them unicorns were hiding, playing                           
  silly games,                                    
Kicking and splashin' while the                   
  rain was pourin'                                
Oh, them silly unicorns.                          
                                                  
There were green alligators and                   
  long-necked geese, some humpyback               
camels and some chimpanzees,                      
Noah cried, "Close the door 'cause                
  the rain is pourin'                             
And we just can't wait for no                     
  unicorn."                                       
                                                  
The ark started movin' and it                     
  drifted with the tide,                          
Them unicorns looked up from the                  
  rocks and they cried.                           
And the waters came down and sort                 
  of floated them away,                           
That's why you never seen a                       
  unicorn to this very day.                       
                                                  
You'll see some green alligators                  
  and long-necked geese,                          
Some humpyback camels and some                    
  chimpanzees,                                    
Some cats and rats and elephants                  
  but as sure as you're born,                     
You're never gonna see no unicorn.                
                                                  
4     RUNNIN' BEAR                                
                                                  
On the banks of the river stood                   
  Running Bear, young indian brave                
On the other side of the river                    
  stood his lovely indian maid                    
Little White Dove was her name,                   
  such a lovely sight to see.                     
But the tribes fought with each                   
  other,                                          
So their love could never be.                     
                                                  
CHORUS:                                           
Running Bear loved Little White                   
  Dove with a love big as the                     
  sky.                                            
Running Bear loved Little White                   
  Dove with a love that wouldn't                  
  die.                                            
                                                  
He couldn't swim the raging river                 
  'cause the river was too wide.                  
He couldn't reach Little White Dove               
  waitin' on the other side.                      
In the moonlight he could see her                 
  blowing kisses 'cross the way.                  
Her little heart was beating faster               
  waiting for her indian brave.                   
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Running Bear dove in the water,                   
Little White Dove did the same.                   
As they swam out to each other                    
  through the swirling stream they                
  came.                                           
As their hands touched and their                  
  lips met, the raging river pulled               
  them down                                       
Now they'll always be together                    
 in their happy hunting ground.                   
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
                                                  
5     ME AND BOBBY McGEE                          
                                                  
Busted flat in Baton Rouge,                       
Headin' for the trains,                           
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans,                 
Bobby thumbed a diesel down,                      
Just before it rained,                            
Took us all the way to New Orleans.               
I pulled harpoon out of my dirty                  
  red bandana,                                    
And was blowin' sad while Bobby                   
  sang the blues,                                 
With windshield wipers slappin'                   
  time I was holdin' Bobby's hand                 
  in mine,                                        
We sang ev'ry song that driver knew.              
                                                  
CHORUS:                                           
Freedom's just another word for                   
  nothin' left to lose,                           
Nothin' ain't nothin' but it's free,              
Feelin' good was easy Lord when                   
  Bobby sang the blues,                           
And feelin' good was good enough for me,          
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.               
                                                  
From the coal mines of Kentucky,                  
  to the California sun,                          
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.              
Standin' right beside me Lord,                    
Through everything I done,                        
And every night she kept me from                  
  the cold,                                       
                                                  
Then somewhere near Salina, Lord,                 
I let her slip away,                              
She's Looking for the home I hope                 
  she'll find.                                    
I'd trade all my tomorrows for                    
a single yesterday,                               
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.                
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
                                                  
6     ONE TIN SOLDIER                             
                                                  
Listen children to a story that                   
  was written long ago,                           
Of a kingdom on a mountain and                    
  the valley far below,                           
On the mountain was a treasure                    
  buried deep beneath a stone,                    
And the valley people swore they'd                
  have it for their very own.                     
                                                  
CHORUS:                                           
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,                  
  go ahead and cheat a friend,                    
Do it in the name of heaven,                      
You can justify it in the end,                    
There won't be any trumpets blowing               
  come the judgement day,                         
On the bloody morning after,                      
One tin soldier rides away.                       
                                                  
Said the people of the mountain,                  
  with our brothers we will share                 
All the secrets of our mountain,                  
all the secrets buried there.                     
                                                  
Now the valley cried with anger,                  
"Mount your horses draw your                      
  swords",                                        
And they killed the mountain people,              
  so they won their just reward,                  
Now they stood beside their treasure,             
  on the mountain dark with dread,                
Turned the stone and looked beneath it.           
PEACE ON EARTH was all it said.                   
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
                                                  
7     WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE             
                                                  
Where have all the flowers gone?                  
Long time passing;                                
Where have all the flowers gone?                  
Long time ago.                                    
Where have all the flowers gone?                  
Picked by young girls everyone;                   
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?              
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?                
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?                 
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?               
Gone to flowers everyone;                         
When will they ever learn, when will              
  they ever learn.                                
                                                  
                                                  
                                                  
8     GOLDIEBEAR AND THE THREE LOCKS              
                                                  
   Once a time upon there lived in a              
farawoods way the threars bee.                    
There was a bapa pear, the bama mear              
and the little bearby babe.                       
 Now this gramily of fizzilies                    
hived lapily for a tong, tong lime.               
Weep in the doods in a hittle louse               
made out of hogs.                                 
  Things were fine until one morning              
when they sat down to pour their                  
eatage.  The bather fear said "My                 
porridge is hoo tot!"  The bother                 
mear pasted her torridge and said                 
"This is har foo tot!" And the                    
bittle laby bear said "My porridge                
is hed rot fike a lurnace!"                       
   So the bee threars decided to go               
for a long woods in the walk to let               
their corridge pool.                              
                                                  
Well, no gooner had they sone when                
there came a dock, dock, dock at                  
the noor.  And, of course, you know               
who that was...  Loldigocks, and                  
she was looking for a plesting                    
race.                                             
  So she went into the hear's bome.               
But all she found were the three                  
pours of bowledge, so she tasted                  
them.  The first was hoo tot and                  
the second was hiping pot but the                 
third right was just a bowl!                      
   Well, then Loldigocks was                      
starting to deel fozy so she walked               
into the rare's bedroom where she                 
saw bee little threads.  Now, the                 
birst fed was hoo tard, and the                   
becond was soo toft, but the right                
little thed was just bird!  So she                
lay down and fell sast afleep - in                
fact she snarted to store!                        
   Just then the bee threars came home            
to pour their checkage and the bapa               
pear said "Someone's been oating my               
eatmeal!"  And the bama mear said                 
"Someone's been pouring my earage!"               
And the bearby babe said "Hey,                    
someone's been grampling my sanola!"                                          
  Well, then the threar bees                                               
marched into their redroom and                    
bister mear said "Someone's                       
been beeping in my sled!"  And the                
bother mear said "Someone's been                  
beeping in my sled!"  And the little              
bearby babe said "Someone's been                  
croozing in my snib! ... and                      
there she is!"                                    
                                                  
   Well, when Loldigocks saw those bee            
threars she loud outscreamed and                  
wan all the hay rome.                             
                                                  
   And so goys and birls, the storel              
of the morey is: It's not polite to               
eat and run ...  unless you're                    
about to be an appetizer for a                    
bungry hunch of gerocious                         
frizzlies!                                        
                                                  
9     BAD MOON RISING                             
        J. FOGERTY                                
                                                  
I see a bad moon a-rising                         
I see trouble on the way                          
I see earthquakes and lightning                   
I see bad times today.                            
                                                  
CHORUS:                                           
Don't go out tonight                              
Well it's bound to take your life                 
There's a bad moon on the rise.                   
                                                  
I hear hurricanes a-blowin'                       
I know the end is coming soon                     
I fear rivers overflowing                         
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.                
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Hope you have got your things together            
Hope you are quite prepared to die                
Looks like we're in for nasty weather             
One eye is taken for an eye.                      
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
                                                  
10     HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE RAIN                
              J.C. FOGERTY                        
                                                  
Someone told me long ago                          
There's a calm before the storm                   
I know... It's been comin' for some time          
When it's over, so they say                       
It'll rain a sunny day                            
I know... Shining down like water.                
                                                  
CHORUS:                                           
I wanna know...                                   
Have you ever seen the rain?                      
I wanna know...                                   
Have you ever seen the rain?                      
Comin' down on a sunny day.                       
                                                  
Yesterday and days before                         
Sun is cold and rain is hard                      
I know... been that way for all my                
  time                                            
'Till forever, on it goes                         
Thru the circle fast and slow                     
I know... and it can't stop, I                    
  wonder.                                         
                                                  
CHORUS                                            

11     LOOKIN' OUT MY BACK DOOR                   
             J.C. FOGERTY                         
                                                  
Just got home from Illinois                       
Locked the front door, oh boy!                    
Got to set down, take a rest on the               
  porch.                                          
Imagination sets in, pretty soon                  
  I'm singing Doo, doo, doo -                     
  lookin' out my back door.                       
                                                  
There's a giant doing cartwheels                  
A statue wearing high heels.                      
Look at all the happy creatures                   
  dancing on the lawn                             
A dinosaur victrola, listening                    
  to Buck Owens                                   
Doo, doo, doo - lookin' out my back               
  door.                                           
                                                  
Tambourines and elephants are                     
  playing in the band.                            
Won't you take a ride on the flying               
  spoon?                                          
Wondrous apparitions, provided by a               
  magician                                        
Doo, doo, doo - lookin' out my back               
  door.                                           
                                                  
Tambourines and elephants are                     
  playing in the band                             
Won't you take a ride on the flying               
  spoon?                                          
Bother me tomorrow, today I'll find               
  no sorrow                                       
Doo, doo, doo - lookin' out my back               
  door.                                           
                                                  
Forward troubles, Illinois                        
Lock the front door, oh boy                       
Look at all the happy creatures                   
  dancing on the lawn                             
Bother me tomorrow, today I'll find               
  no sorrow                                       
Doo, doo, doo - lookin' out my back               
  door.                                           
                                                  
                                                  
12     PROUD MARY                                 
      J.C. FOGERTY                                
                                                  
Left a good job in the city                       
Workin' for the man every night and               
  day                                             
And I never lost one minute of                    
  sleepin'                                        
Worryin' 'bout the way things might               
  have been.                                      
                                                  
CHORUS:                                           
Big wheels keep on turnin'                        
Proud mary keep on burnin'                        
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the                  
  river.                                          
                                                  
Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis                
Pumped a lot of pain down in New                  
  Orleans                                         
But I never saw the good side of                  
  the city '                                      
Till I hitched a ride on the river                
  boat Queen.                                     
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
If you come down to the river                     
Bet you gonna find some people who                
  live                                            
You don't have to worry if you have               
  no money                                        
People on the river are happy to                  
  give.                                           
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
                                                  
13     WHO'LL STOP THE RAIN?                      
           J.C. FOGERTY                           
                                                  
Long as I remember                                
The rain been coming down                         
Clouds of mystery formin'                         
Confusion on the ground                           
Good men thru the ages                            
Trying to find the sun                            
And I wonder, still I wonder                      
Who'll stop the rain?                             
                                                  
I went down to Virginia                           
Seeking shelter from the storm                    
Caught up in the fable                            
I watched the tower grow                          
Five-year plans and new deals                     
Wrapped in golden chains                          
And I wonder, still I wonder                      
Who'll stop the rain?                             
                                                  
Heard the singers playing                         
How we cheered for more                           
The crowd, it rushed together                     
Trying to keep warm                               
Still the rain kept falling                       
Falling on my ears                                
And I wonder, still I wonder                      
Who'll stop the rain?                             
                                                  
  14     NOWHERE MAN                                
     LENNON/McCARTNEY                             
                                                  
He's a real nowhere man                           
Sitting in his nowhere land                       
Making all his nowhere plans for                  
  nobody                                          
                                                  
Doesn't have a point of view                      
Knows not where he's going to                     
Isn't he a bit like you and me?                   
                                                  
Nowhere man, please listen                        
You don't know what your missing                  
Nowhere man, the world is at your                 
  command.                                        
                                                  
He's as blind as he can be                        
Just sees what he wants to see                    
Nowhere man, can you see me at all?               
                                                  
Nowhere man, don't worry                          
Take your time, don't hurry                       
Leave it all, till somebody else                  
lends you a hand.                                 
                                                  
REPEAT VERSES 2, 3 THEN 1                         
                                                  
                                                  
                                                  
                                                  
15     LEADER OF THE BAND                         
         DAN FOGELBERG                            
                                                  
                                                  
An only child, alone and wild                     
A cabinet maker's son                             
His hands were meant for different                
  work                                            
And his heart was known to none                   
He left his home and went his                     
lone and solitary way                             
And he gave to me a gift I know I                 
  never can repay.                                
                                                  
A quiet man of music                              
Denied a simpler fate                             
He tried to be a soldier once                     
But his music wouldn't wait                       
He earned his love through                        
  discipline                                      
A thundering, velvet hand                         
His gentle means of sculpting                     
  souls                                           
Took me years to understand.                      

CHORUS:                                           
The leader of the band is tired                   
And his eyes are growing old                      
But his blood runs through my                     
  instrument.                                     
And his song is in my soul                        
My life has been a poor attempt                   
To imitate the man                                
I am a living legacy                              
To the leader of the band.                        
                                                  
My brothers lives were different                  
For they heard another call                       
One went to Chicago                               
And the other to St. Paul                         
And I'm in Colorado                               
When I'm not in some hotel                        
Living out this life I've chose                   
And come to know so well.                         
                                                  
I thank you for the music                         
And your stories of the road                      
I thank you for the freedom                       
When it came my time to go                        
I thank you for the kindness                      
And the times when you got tough                  
And Papa, I don't think I said                    
"I love you", near enough.                        
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
                                                  
16     MR. BOJANGLES                              
                                                  
I knew a man, Bojangles, and he                   
  danced for you in worn out shoes                
Silver hair and ragged shirt and                  
baggy pants                                       
The old soft shoe                                 
He jumped so high, jumped so high                 
And then he'd lightly touch down.                 
                                                  
I met him in a cell in New Orleans                
I was down and out                                
He looked to me to be the eyes of                 
  age                                             
As the smoke ran out                              
He talked of life, talked of life                 
Laughed and clicked his heels and                 
  stamped.                                        
                                                  
He said his name, Bojangles, and he               
danced a lick                                     
Across the cell                                   
He grabbed his pants and feathered                
  stance,                                         
Oh he jumped so high                              
And then he clicked his heels                     
He let go a laugh, let go a laugh                 
Shook back his clothes all around.                

CHORUS:                                           
Mr. Bojangles,                                    
Mr. Bojangles,                                    
Dance                                             
                                                  
He danced for those at minstrel                   
  shows and county fairs                          
Throughout the south                              
Spoke through tears of fifteen                    
  years how his dog and him                       
Travelled about.                                  
The dog up and died, up and died                  
After twenty years he still                       
grieves.                                          
                                                  
He said I dance now at every chance               
  in honky-tonks                                  
For drinks and tips                               
Most the time I spend behind these                
  county bars                                     
'Cause I drinks a bit                             
He shook his head, and as he shook                
  his head I heard someone ask him                
  please, please:                                 
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
17     STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN                         
                                                  
There's a lady who's sure all that                
  glitters is gold                                
And she's buying a stairway to                    
  heaven.                                         
When she gets there she knows if                  
  the stores are all closed                       
With a word she can get what she                  
  came for.                                       
Ooh - and she's buying a stairway                 
  to heaven.                                      
                                                  
There's a sign on the wall but she                
  wants to be sure                                
Cause you know sometimes words have               
  two meanings.                                   
In a tree by the brook, there's a                 
  songbird who sings                              
Sometimes all of our thoughts are                 
  misgiven.                                       
Ooh -and it makes me wonder.                      
                                                  
There's a feeling I get when I look               
  to the west                                     
And my spirit is crying for                       
  leaving.                                        
In my thoughts I have seen rings of               
  smoke through the trees                         
And the voices of those who stand                 
  looking.                                        
Ooh - and it makes me wonder.                     
                                                  
And it's whispered that soon, if we               
  all call the tune                               
Then the piper will lead us to                    
  reason.                                         
And a new day will dawn,                          
For those who stand long                          
And the forests will echo with                    
  laughter.                                       
Ooh - and it makes me wonder.                     
                                                  
If there's a bustle in your hedge                 
  row,                                            
Don't be alarmed now                              
It's just a spring clean for the                  
  May Queen.                                      
Yes there are two paths you can go                
  by, but in the long run                         
There's still time to change the                  
  road you're on.                                 
Ooh - and it makes me wonder.                     
                                                  
Your head is humming and it won't                 
  go, in case you don't know                      
The piper's calling you to join him               
Dear lady can you hear the wind                   
  blow, and did you know                          
Your stairway lies on the                         
whispering wind.                                  
                                                  
And as we wind down the road                      
Our shadow's taller than our soul                 
There walks a lady we all know                    
Who shines white light and wants to               
  show                                            
How everything still turns to gold                
And if you listen very hard                       
The tune will come to you at last                 
When all are one and one is all                   
To be a rock, and not to roll...                  
                                                  
And she's buying a stairway to                    
heaven.                                           
                                                  
18     TEACH YOUR CHILDREN                        
                                                  
You, who are on the road                          
Must have a code, that you can live               
  by,                                             
And so become yourself                            
Because the past is just a goodbye.               
Teach your children well                          
Their fathers health will slowly go               
  by.                                             
                                                  
CHORUS:                                           
Don't you ever ask them why                       
'Cause if they told you, you would                
  die                                             
So just look at them and sigh                     
And know they love you.                           

And you, of tender years                          
Can't know the fear that your                     
  elders grew by                                  
And so, please help                               
Them with their youth                             
They seek the truth,                              
Before they can die.                              
Teach your parents well                           
Their children's health will                      
  slowly go by.                                   
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
And teach them of your dreams                     
The one they pick ...                             
The one you go by.                                
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
                                                  
19     THE BOXER                                  
  SIMON & GARFUNKLE                              
                                                  
                                                  
I am just a poor boy though my                    
  story's seldom told                             
I have squandered my resistance                   
For a pocket full of mumbles, such                
  are promises.                                   
All lies and jest, still a man                    
  hears what he wants to hear                     
And disregards the rest.                          
                                                  
                                                  
When I left my home and my family                 
I was no more than a boy                          
In the company of strangers                       
In the quiet of the railway station               
  running scared                                  
Laying low, seeking out the poorer                
  quarters                                        
Where the ragged people go                        
Looking for the places only they                  
  would know.                                     
                                                  
Asking only workman's wages                       
I come looking for a job                          
But I get no offers,                              
Just a come-on from the whores on                 
  Seventh Avenue.                                 
I do declare,                                     
There were times when I was so                    
  lonesome I took some comfort                    
  there.                                          
                                                  
Now the years are rolling by me                   
They are rocking evenly                           
I am older than I once was,                       
And younger than I'll be.                         
But that's not unusual,                           
No it isn't strange                               
After changes upon changes                        
We're more or less the                            
  same.                                           
After changes we are more or less                 
  the same.                                       
                                                  
Well I'm laying out my winter                     
  clothes and wishing I was gone,                 
  Going home ...                                  
Where the New York City winters                   
  aren't bleeding me,                             
Leading me, to go home.                           
                                                  
In the clearing stands a boxer                    
And a fighter by his trade                        
And he carries the reminders                      
Of every glove that laid him down                 
  or cut him till he cried out                    
In his anger and his shame,                       
"I am leaving, I am leaving",                     
But the fighter still remains.                    
                                                  
                                                  
20     AMERICAN TUNE                              
                                                  
Many's the times I've been                        
  mistaken, and many times                        
  confused.                                       
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken,                
  and certainly misused.                          
But I'm all right, I'm all right                  
I'm just weary to my bones.                       
Still, you don't expect to be                     
  bright and bon vivant                           
So far away from home, so very far                
  away from home.                                 
                                                  
And I don't know a soul who's not                 
  been battered.                                  
I don't have a friend who feels at                
  ease.                                           
I don't know a dream who's not been               
  shattered                                       
Or driven to it's knees.                          
But it's all right, it's all right                
For we've lived so well, so long                  
Still, when I think of the road                   
  we're travelling on,                            
I wonder what's gone wrong.                       
Can't help it I wonder what's gone                
  wrong.                                          
                                                  
And I dreamed I was dying,                        
And I dreamed that my soul rose                   
  unexpectantly,                                  
And looking back down at me,                      
  smiled reassuringly.                            
And I dreamed I was flying.                       
And high up above my eyes could                   
  clearly see                                     
The Statue of Liberty sailing away                
  to sea.                                         
And I dreamed I was flying.                       
                                                  
We come on the ship they call the                 
  Mayflower.                                      
We come on a ship that sailed the                 
  moon.                                           
We come in the age's most uncertain               
  hour and sing an American Tune.                 
But it's all right, it's all right                
You can't be forever blessed.                     
Still, tomorrow's going to be                     
  another working day                             
And I'm trying to get some rest,                  
That's all I'm trying to get some                 
  rest.                                           
                                                  
21   BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATERS                  
                                                  
When you're weary, feeling small,                 
When tears are in your eyes,                      
I will dry them all; I'm on your                  
  side,  when times get rough                     
And friends just can't be found,                  
Like a bridge over troubled water                 
I will lay me down.                               
Like a bridge over troubled water                 
I will lay me down.                               
                                                  
When you're down and out,                         
When you're on the street,                        
When evening falls so hard I will                 
  comfort you.                                    
I'll take your part                               
When darkness comes                               
And pain is all around,                           
Like a bridge over troubled water                 
I will lay me down.                               
Like a bridge over troubled water                 
I will lay me down.                               
                                                  
Sail on Silvergirl, sail on by.                   
Your time has come to shine.                      
All your dreams are on their way.                 
See how they shine.                               
If you need a friend                              
I'm sailing right behind.  Like a                 
  bridge over troubled water                      
I will lay me down.                               
Like a bridge over troubled water I               
  will lay me down.                               

22     MOONSHADOW                                 
          CAT STEVENS                                
                                                  
CHORUS:                                           
I'm being followed by a moonshadow,               
Moonshadow, moonshadow.                           
Leapin' and hoppin' on a                          
  moonshadow,                                     
Moonshadow, moonshadow.                           
                                                  
And if I ever lose my hands                       
Lose my plough, lose my land                      
And if I ever lose my hands                       
Oh...                                             
I won't have to work no more.                     
                                                  
And if I ever lose my eyes                        
If all my colors all run dry                      
Oh if I ever lose my eyes                         
Oh...                                             
I won't have to cry no more.                      
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
And if I ever lose my legs                        
I won't moan, and I won't beg                     
And if I ever lose my legs                        
Oh...                                             
I won't have to walk no more.                     
                                                  
If I ever lose my mouth,                          
All my teeth, north and south.                    
If I ever lose my mouth,                          
Oh...                                             
I won't have to talk...                           
                                                  
Did it take long to find me?                      
I ask the faithful light                          
Did it take long to find me?                      
And are you going to stay the                     
  night?                                          
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
                                                  
23     CITY OF NEW ORLEANS                        
          ARLO GUTHRIE                            
                                                  
                                                  
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans                 
Illinois Central, monday mornin'                  
  rail                                            
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless                 
  riders                                          
Three conductors and twenty-five                  
  sacks of mail.                                  
All along the south-bound odyssey,                
The train pulls out of Kankakee                   
And rolls along the houses, farms                 
  and fields.                                      
Passin' towns that have no names                  
And freight yards full of old                     
  black men                                       
And graveyards of the rusted                      
  automobiles.                                    
                                                  
CHORUS:                                           
Good mornin' America, how are you?                
Say don't you know me, I'm your                   
  native son.                                     
I'm the train they call the City of               
  New Orleans                                     
I'll be gone five hundred miles                   
  when the day is done.                           
                                                  
Dealin' card games with old men in                
  the club car                                    
Penny a point ain't no one keepin'                
  score                                           
Pass the paper bag that holds the                 
  bottle                                          
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the               
  floor.                                          
And the sons of Pullman porters                   
And the sons of engineers Ride                    
  their father's magic carpet made                
  of steel                                        
Mothers with their babes asleep                   
Are rockin' to the gentle beat                    
And the rhythm of the rails is all                
  they feel.                                      
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Night time on the City of New                     
  Orleans                                         
Changin' cars in Memphis Tennessee                
Halfway there, we'll be there by                  
  mornin'                                         
Thru the Mississippi darkness                     
  rollin' down to the sea.                        
But all the towns and people seem                 
To fade into a bad dream                          
And the steel rail still ain't                    
  heard the news                                  
The conductor sings his song again                
"The passengers will please                       
  refrain"                                        
  This train's got the disappearin'               
  railroad blues.                                 
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
24     THE ONE ON THE RIGHT                       
          WAS ON THE LEFT                         
                                                  
There once was a musical troop, a                 
  pickin' swingin' folks group.                   
They sang the mountain ballads, and               
  the folks songs of our land.                    
They've a lot of musical ability,                 
  folks thought they would go far.                
But political incompatibility led                 
  to their downfall.                              
Well the one on the right was on                  
  the left,                                       
And the one in the middle was on                  
  the right,                                      
And the one on the left was in the                
  middle,                                         
And the guy in the rear was a                     
  Methodist.                                      
                                                  
This musical acregation toured the                
  entire nation,                                  
Singing traditional ballads and                   
  folks songs of our land.                        
They performed with great                         
  vertuosity and soon they were to                
  rate.                                           
But political animosity prevailed                 
  upon the stage.                                 
Well the one on the right was on                  
  the left,                                       
And the one in the middle was on                  
  the right,                                      
And the one on the left was in the                
  middle,                                         
And the guy in the rear burned his                
  driver's license.                               
                                                  
At a certain harvest rendered, a                  
  hush fell on the crowd.                         
As thousands there were gathered to               
  hear the folks sing of our land.                
But they took their politics                      
  seriously,                                      
And that night at the concert hall,               
As the audience watched                           
  dilleriously,                                   
They had a free for all.                          
Well the one on the right was on                  
  the bottom,                                     
And the one in the middle was on                  
  the top,                                        
And the one on the left had a                     
  broken arm,                                     
And the guy in the rear said;                     
Oh dear!                                          
                                                  
Now this should be a lesson.                      
If you plan to start a folk group.                
Don't go mixin' politics with the                 
  folks of our land.                              
Just work on harmony and diction,                 
  play your banjo well.                           
And if you have political                         
  convictions, keep 'em to yourself.              
Now the one on the left works in a                
  bank,                                           
And the one in the middle drives a                
  truck,                                          
And the one on the right's an all                 
  night D.J.                                      
And the guy in the rear got                       
  drafted.                                        
                                                  
                                                  
25     FIVE FEET HIGH...AND RISIN'                
                                                  
How high's the water Mamma?                       
Two feet high and risin'.                         
How high's the water Pappa?                       
She said it's two feet high and                   
  risin'.                                         
Well we can make it to the road in                
  a home made boat,                               
'Cause that's the only thing we got               
  left that'll float.                             
It's already over all the wheat and               
  oats.                                           
Two feet high and risin'.                         
                                                  
How high's the water Mamma?                       
Three feet high and risin'.                       
How high's the water Pappa?                       
She said it's three feet high and                 
  risin'.                                         
Well our hives are gone,                          
I lost my bees,                                   
Chickens are sleepin' in the willow               
  tree,                                           
Cows are in water up past their                   
  knees,                                          
Three feet high and risin'.                       
                                                  
How high's the water Mamma?                       
Four feet high and risin'.                        
How high's the water Pappa?                       
She said it's four feet high and                  
  risin'.                                         
Hey, come look through the window                 
  pane.                                           
The bus is comin', gonna take us to               
  the train.                                      
Looks like we'll be blessed with a                
  little more rain,                               
Four feet high and risin'.                        
                                                  
How high's the water Mamma?                       
Five feet high and risin'.                        
How high's the water Pappa?                       
She said it's five feet high and                  
  risin'.                                         
Well the rails are washed out north               
  of town.                                        
We gotta head for higher ground.                  
We cain't come back 'till the water               
  goes down,                                      
Five feet high and risin'.                        
Well it's five feet high and                      
  risin'.                                         
                                                  
26     PEE LITTLE THRIGS                          
as told by Archie Campbell                        
                                                  
Once upon a time there was pee                    
little thrigs.  Well actually there               
were more than that.  There was a                 
pappa mig, and a pamma mig.  Pappa                
mig that don't work, does it. And                 
anyhow, So all together that was                  
pive little figs.                                 
                                                  
One day the first of these pee                    
little thrigs, He was walkin' down                
the road, an' he saw a man widin' a               
ragon.  And he said, hey mister,                  
would you sell me that stroad of                  
law?  I want to huild me a bouse.                 
Am gonna build me a haw strouse.                  
So he stot the graw and he build                  
him a haw strouse.                                
                                                  
And along came the big wad bolf.                  
And he said, pittle lig, pittle                   
lig, let me come in.  Pittle lig                  
said, Not by the chair on my hinny                
hin hin.  He said, I'll huff an'                  
I'll puff an' I'll how yer blouse                 
down.  So he huffed and he puffed                 
an' he howed his blouse down.  And                
he ate up the pittle lig.                         
                                                  
Then the second of the pee little                 
thrigs.  He went down the road and                
saw another man widin' a ragon.                   
And he said, hey mister, can you                  
sell me that stoad of licks?  I                   
wanna huild me a bouse. I'm gonna                 
build me a hick stouse.  So he                    
built him a stouse of hicks.                      
                                                  
And along came the big wad bolf.                  
And he said, pittle lig, pittle                   
lig, let me come in.  Pittle lig                  
said, not by the chair of my hinny                
hin hin.  He said, I'll huff and                  
I'll puff an' I'll how your blouse                
down.  So he huffed and he puffed                 
and he howed the blouse down.  And                
he ate up the pittle lig.                         
                                                  
Then the third of the pee little                  
thrigs.  He went off down the road,               
and he saw another man widin' a                   
ragon.  And he said, mister, would                
you sell me that broad a licks?  I                
wanna huild me a bouse.I'm gonna                  
build me a hick brouses.  So he                   
built him a brouse out of hicks.                  
                                                  
Along came the big wad bolf, He                   
said, pittle lig, pittle lig, let                 
me in.  He said, not by the chair                 
on my hinny hin hin.  He said, I'll               
huff an' I'll puff an' I'll how                   
your blouse down.  So he huffed and               
he puffed and he puffed and he                    
huffed.  But he couldn't how his                  
blouse down.                                      
                                                  
And he stuck his nose up to the                   
window, An' he said, alright pig.                 
Your absolightly rute. He said, I                 
can't how your blouse down, But, he               
said I'll fix ye.  He said I'll                   
rimb up on the cloof and I'll chide               
down the slimney.  So he rimbed up                
on the cloof and he...  chid down                 
the slimney.                                      
                                                  
But the third of these pee little                 
thrigs, he was smart.  He knew what               
was goin' on.  So he ran in the                   
kitchen an' he got him A great big                
pot o' boilin' wat hotter.  And he                
(laugh) put this (laugh) pot o'                   
boilin' wat hotter ...  Over the                  
pireflace. And the big wad bolf hit               
it.                                               
                                                  
And soon as he hit it, he said OUCH.              
So the third o' the little ligs, he               
ran into the kitchen And got him a                
real harp shife and he cut that big               
wad bolf open, And he got his two                 
little brothers out.  And they had                
wolf stew for supper.  And they                   
danced and they sang, And the pee                 
little thrigs lived heavily efter                 
hafferward.                                       
                                                  
27     COWARD OF THE COUNTY                       
                                                  
Everyone considered him the coward                
  of the county,                                  
He'd never stood one single time to               
  prove the county wrong,                         
His momma named him Tommy,                        
  but folks just called him Yellow,               
But something always told me they                 
  were reading Tommy wrong.                       
                                                  
He was only ten years old when his                
  daddy died in prison,                           
I looked after Tommy cause he was                 
  my brother's son,                               
I still recall the final words my                 
  brother said to Tommy,                          
  "Son, my life is over but                       
  yours has just begun."                          
                                                  
CHORUS: Promise me son, not to do                 
  the things I've done,                           
Walk away from trouble if you can,                
It won't mean you're weak, if you                 
  turn the other cheek,                           
I hope you're old enough to                       
  understand,                                     
Son, you don't have to fight to be                
  a man.                                          
                                                  
There's someone for everyone and                  
  Tommy's love was Becky,                         
In her arms he didn't have to prove               
  he was a man,                                   
One day while he was working,                     
  the Gatlin Boys came calling,                   
They took turns at Becky,                         
(SPOKEN) There was three of them.                 
                                                  
Tommy opened up the door and saw                  
  his Becky crying,                               
The torn dress, the shattered lip,                
  was more than he could stand,                   
He reached above the fireplace, and               
  took down his daddy's picture,                  
As his tears fell on his daddy's                  
  face, he heard these words again.               
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
The Gatlin Boys just laughed at                   
  him, when he walked into the                    
  barroom,                                        
One of them got up and met him half               
  way cross the floor,                            
When Tommy turned around they said                
"Hey look, Old Yeller's leavin'",                 
(SPOKEN) - But you could have heard               
a pin drop when Tommy stopped and                 
       locked the door,                           

Twenty years of crawling was                      
  bottled up inside him,                          
He wasn't holding nothin' back he                 
  let 'em have it all,                            
When Tommy left the barroom not a                 
  single Gatlin was standing,                     
He said this one's for Becky as he                
  watched the last one fall,                      
Then I heard him say...                           
                                                  
I promised you Dad, not to do the                 
  things you've done,                             
I'll walk away from trouble when I                
  can,                                            
Now please don't think I'm weak, I                
Didn't turn the other cheek,                      
And Papa I sure hope you                          
  understand,                                     
Sometimes you gotta fight when                    
  you're a man.                                   
                                                  
Everyone considered him the coward                
  of the county....                               
