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Darling Corey
02:25
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Wake up wake up darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound
The revenue officers are coming
They're gonna tear your still house down
Well the first time I seen darling Corey
She was sitting on the banks of the sea
Had a forty-four around her body
And a banjo on her knee
Go away go away darling Corey
Quit hanging around my bed
Your liquor has ruined my body
Pretty women gone to my head
Can't you hear those bluebirds a singing
Don't you hear that mournful sound
They're preaching darling Corey's funeral
In some lonesome graveyard ground
Wake up wake up Darlin Corey
And go get me my gun
I ain't no man for fightin'
But I'll die before I run
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2. |
Marching Through Georgia
02:04
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Bring the good ol' Bugle boys! We'll sing another song,
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along,
Sing it like we used to sing it fifty thousand strong,
While we were marching through Georgia
Chorus:
Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the Jubilee.
Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free,
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound,
How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found,
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground,
While we were marching through Georgia.
"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never make the coast!"
So the saucy rebels said and 'twas a handsome boast
Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the Host
While we were marching through Georgia.
So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train,
Sixty miles of latitude, three hundred to the main;
Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain
While we were marching through Georgia.
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3. |
Mole in the Ground
01:51
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I wish I was a mole in the ground
Yes, I wish I was a mole in the ground
If I's a mole in the ground I'd root that mountain down
And I wish I was a mole in the ground
Oh, It's honey where you been so long
Yes, It's honey where you been so long
When I come o'er the hill with a forty dollar bill
Baby, where you been so long?
I been in the bend so long
Yes, I been in the bend so long
I been in the bend with the rough and rowdy men
Baby, where you been so long?
Oh, I don't like a railroad man
No, I don't like a railroad man
If I's a railroad man they'll kill you when he can
Drink up your blood like wine
Oh, I wish I was a lizard in the spring
Yes, I wish I was a lizard in the spring
If I's a lizard in the spring I'd hear my darlin' sing
And I wish I was a lizard in the spring
I wish I was a mole in the ground
Yes, I wish I was a mole in the ground
If I's a mole in the ground I'd root that mountain down
And I wish I was a mole in the ground
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4. |
Moonshiner
02:58
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I have been a moonshiner,
For seventeen long years,
I have spent all my money,
On whiskey and on beer,
I will go to some hollow,
And I can get you some booze
If the revenues don't get me,
No money will I lose.
I will go to some dark bar room,
And drink with my friends,
Where the women can't follow,
And see what I spend,
God bless them pretty women,
I wish one would be mine,
Their breath is as sweet,
The sweet dew on the morning vine,
Give me cornbread,
A me drink when I am dry,
Give me dollar when I am hard up,
Religion when I die,
The whole world's a bottle,
And life's but a dream,
When the bottle gets empty,
It sure ain't worth a damn.
Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/moonshiner#ixzz3fEx8CnOS
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5. |
Rebel Girl
02:49
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There are women of many descriptions
In this queer world, as everyone knows.
Some are living in beautiful mansions,
And are wearing the finest of clothes.
There are blue blooded queens and princesses,
Who have charms made of diamonds and pearl;
But the only and thoroughbred lady
Is the Rebel Girl.
Chorus:
That's the Rebel Girl, that's the Rebel Girl!
To the working class she's a precious pearl.
She brings courage, pride and joy
Just like the fighting Rebel Boy.
We've had girls before, but we need some more
In the Industrial Workers of the World.
For it's great to fight for freedom
With a Rebel Girl.
Yes, her hands may be hardened from labor,
And her dress may not be very fine;
But a heart in her bosom is beating
That is true to her class and her kind.
And the grafters in terror are trembling
When her spite and defiance she'll hurl;
For the only and thoroughbred lady
Is the Rebel Girl.
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6. |
Old Corn Likker
02:10
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Old corn likker he said to me I’ll bind you up in slavery
I’ll bind you up, up so good you’ll be tied down like a maple would
Used to have a gal who was good to me, I ran away to Calgary
Used to have a job that was hard to find my old corn likker made me leave it behind
A whole lot to me never seemed so much, never been fast cause I never did rush
A simple man is hard to find, we all got demons, corn likker is mine
I cried out oh me oh my I asked god to just let me fly
to fly away to a land so far, where they got good people they got good bars
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7. |
Fire, Fire, Fire
03:40
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It’s christmas eve and they’re having a party
We’ve worked so damn hard this year
For what we think is true to ourselves
Instead of what they shout in our soot filled ears
And the man yells fire fire fire
and the people rushed to the door
and the man yells fire fire fire
Crushing us like before
13 years into the century
and in this one we’ve become strong
But the men holding those doors closed
Want Calumet to know we were wrong
And the man yells fire fire fire
and the people rushed to the door
and the man yells fire fire fire
Crushing us like before
They had the funeral on a Sunday
cries in every language one could hear
73 bodies the miners mourned, saying
we’ll work damn hard this year
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D. W. Wallach Austin, Texas
“Daniel Ward Wallach is a banjo player from Austin, Texas. He enjoys playing in the clawhammer style as well as early folk picking styles.” - 2014
Daniel now uses they them pronouns and is a weird mess
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