DEAD OR ALIVE
Woody Guthrie. Arranged by Lonnie Donegan
Well the new sheriff sent me a letter
Yes the new sheriff sent me a letter
He said, “Come up and see me dead or alive,
Come up and see me dead or alive”.
Well it’s a hard road dead or alive
It’s a hard road dead or alive
Well it’s a hard road dead or alive
It’s a hard road dead or alive
Well I really don’t like your hard rock hotel (yeah) sheriff
Well I really don’t like your hard rock hotel, sheriff
Dead or alive, no sheriff
Dead or alive, no sheriff
Well it’s a hard road dead or alive
And it’s a hard road dead or alive
And it’s a hard road dead or alive
And it’s a hard road dead or alive
Well he even sent me my picture
(Oh yeah, and hello)
He even sent me my picture
(Yeah yeah)
Hey, how do I look boy (wonderful)
Dead or alive?
How do I look boy (sweet) dead or alive?
It’s a hard road dead or alive
It’s a hard road dead or alive
Well, it’s a hard road dead or alive
And it’s a hard road dead or alive
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
I WANNA GO HOME
Traditional. Arranged by Lonnie Donegan / Van Morrison
Intro:
(“Here’s a very good old good one, see if you remember this one, see if we do!)
(“This is gonna be nice, this is gonna be very nice”)
Sailed on the Sloop John B
My granddaddy and me
‘Round Nassau town we did roam
We’d been drinkin’ all night
Well I got into a fight
Yeah and I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
Hoist up the John B sail’s
See how the mainsail sets
Send for the Captain ashore
And let me go home
I wanna go home, I wanna go home, yeah
‘Cause I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
Yes I do
(He’s so broke up, Lord, I wanna go home)
Well Captain’s a wicked man
He gets drunk any time he can
And he don’t give a damn for grandpappy
No, nor me
He kicks us around
And he knocks us about
Well I feel so broke up, I
I wanna go home
Well pull up the John B’s sails
See how the mainsail sets
Send for the Captain ashore
And let me go home
I wanna go home
Well, I wanna go home
‘Cause I feel so broke up (he’s so broke up)
I wanna go home
(Yes I do)
I feel so broke up
(He so broke up)
Lord, that I wanna go home
Home
GOOD MORNING BLUES
Huddie Ledbetter
Good mornin’ blues, blues how do ya do?
Good mornin’ blues, blues how do ya do?
Well I’m doin’ alright this mornin’, how are you?
I woke up this mornin’
Couldn’t get outta my bed
Oh I woke up this mornin’
Couldn’t get you outta my bed
Went to eat my breakfast and
The blues was all in my bread
Good mornin’ blues, blues how do you do?
Good mornin’ blues, blues how do you do?
Well I’m doin’ alright this mornin’ how are you?
Well the blues ain’t nothin’ but a poor workin’ man feelin’ down
Lord, the blues ain’t nothin’ but a poor workin’ man feelin’ down
That’s about the meagerest feelin’ I done ever had
Why I’m singin’ good mornin’, blues blues how do you do?
(yeah yeah)
Good mornin’ blues, blues how do you do? (yeah yeah)
Well I’m doin’ alright this mornin’, how are you?
(Instrumental- piano)
Sent for you yesterday, here you come walkin’ today (hey)
I sent for you yesterday, here you come walkin’ today
Yeah, your mouth’s wide open
You don’t know what to say
(I say) Goodmornin’ blues, blues how do you do? (yo yeah)
Well goodmornin’ blues, blues how do you do? (hoo yeah)
Well I’m doin’ alright, blues how are you?
Yeeeeeaaaah!
MIDNIGHT SPECIAL
Traditional. Arranged by Lonnie Donegan / Van Morrison
Well you wake up in the mornin’
When the ding-dong ring (ding ’em man, ding ’em)
Go over to the table
Ya see the same old (damn) thing
Knife n’ fork upon the table
And nothin’ in my pan
Say anything about it
A-get in trouble with the man
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine an ever lovin’ light on me
If you ever go to Houston
Boy, ya better walk right
You better not stagger
And you better not fight
Or the sheriff gon’ arrest you
Lord, and carry you down
And if the jury find your guilty
You’re penitentiary bound
But let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine an ever lovin’ light on me
Let the midnight special (hoo)
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine an ever lovin’ light on me
Yonder comes Miss Rosie (yeah) (oh yeah)
How in the world do you know? (how do ya know?)
Well, I know her by her apron (oh yeah)
And the dress she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder
Piece a-paper in her hand (yeah)
She’s a-gonna tell the (my) Captain
To let loose (release) her man
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine an ever lovin’ light on me
(Me, me, me)
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Well let the midnight special
Shine an ever lovin’ light on me
Well I done my time, boy (well, yeah)
Hoot n’ holler n’ cryin’
Well the man are call me
An I’ll be ridin’ down the line
But let the midnight special (Lord)
Shine a light on me (yeah)
A-let the midnight special
Shine it’s ever lovin’ light on me.
IT TAKES A WORRIED MAN
Traditional. Arranged by Lonnie Donegan
Oh it takes a worried man, sing a worried song
Takes a worried man, come sing a little worried song
Well it takes a worried man to sing a worried song
I’m worried now, won’t be worried long
I went down to the riverside and I laid me down to sleep
Went down to the riverside, laid me down to sleep, Lord
A-well I went down to the riverside, laid me down to sleep
When I woke up there were shackles on both-a my feet
Hit it!
(Chorus)
It takes a worried man, to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man (come) to sing a worried song
Yeah, it takes a worried man, yeah, to sing a worried song
I’m worried now but I won’t be worried long
Worry for me!
(Instrumental)
I said, “Judge (judge) judge, what’s a-gonna be my fine?”
I said, “Judge (judge) judge (judge) tell me what’s gonna be my fine?
I said, “Judge (judge) judge (judge) tell me what’s gonna be my fine?
He said, “Twenty-one years (oh) on that old Rock Island Line
Oh well it takes a worried man, to sing a worried song
Takes a worried man, to sing a worried song
Yeah, it takes a worried man, to sing a worried song
I’m worried now, but I won’t be worried long
Sing it one more time!
It takes a worried man, to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man, to sing a worried song, my Lord
It takes a worried man, to sing a worried song
I’m worried now, but I won’t be worried long
LOST JOHN
Traditional. Arranged by Lonnie Donegan / Van Morrison
( Play Audio )
Ha!
This here’s a story about, Lost John
Lost John done flew the coop!
Hee!
How many long gone?
Lost John standin’ by the railroad track
Waitin’ for the freight train to come back
Freight train came back and never made no stop
Lost John thought he’d have to ride on top
Well, he’s long, long, long gone (woo-yeah)
And he’s long, long, long gone
Yeah, lost John came into the country woman’s house
Sat down there as quiet, just as quiet as a mouse
She said, ‘Now Mister Lost John, be my friend
Be my friend up until the end.’
Well (’cause) he’s long, long, long gone
(Well, l’m talkin’ ’bout it)
Now he’s long, long, long gone
(Yeah, came into the country woman’s house)
Lost John came into a country woman’s house
Sat there as quiet, quiet as a mouse
Said, ‘Mister Lost John be my friend
Be my friend until the end.’
Well, I’m long, long, long gone
Well, I’m (he’s) long, long, long gone
Yeah, she said
‘Lost John a-don’t you have no fear
I’m sending for the porter, gonna buy some beer’
He said, ‘Now woman don’t you buy no beer
The cop’s is on my trail and-a soon be here’
Well, I’m long, long, long gone
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Well, he’s long, long, long gone
(Makin’ a pair of shoes of his own)
Well, they caught Lost John
Put ’em in the pen
Summer break and gone
And now he’s out again
If anybody asks you
Who sung this song
Tell ’em Lonnie Donegan
Been ‘ere and gone
Well, he’s long, long, long gone (ooone)
Well, he’s long, long, long gone (one more time, ah)
Well, he’s long, long, long gone
(He’s goin’, he’s goin’)
Well he’s long, long, (long) gone
OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN
William Weldon / Roy Jacobs
I’m gonna move you baby
Way on the outskirts of town
Oh I’m gonna move you darlin’
I said way on the outskirts of town
Because I don’t want nobody
Who’s always hangin’ ’round
Mmm, maybe funny baby
Funny as can be
We have any children
I want ’em all to look like me
Well I’ll move you darlin’
Way on the outskirts of town
‘Cause I don’t want nobody
Nobody always hangin’ ’round
(Play it now)
A move me a new baby
Way from here
I don’t know how I can get no iceman out
I’m wanna get me a Fridgidaire
We gonna move
Way out on the outskirts of town
I don’t want no bully
Always hangin’ around
I’m gonna move darlin’
‘Way on the outskirts of town
I’m gonna move darlin’
Way, way on the outskirts of town (yeah)
Because I don’t want nobody
Always hangin’ ’round
(Play it for me, play guitar)
(Instrumental)
It may seem funny, honey
Funny as can be
Have any children
Want ’em all to look like me
I’m gonna move you darlin’
All the way on the outskirts of town
Because I don’t want nobody
Who’s always hangin’ around
Oh, no no no no, yeah!
ALABAMY BOUND
Traditional. Arranged by Lonnie Donegan
I’m Alabamy bound
I’m Alabamy bound
And if the train don’t stop ‘n turn around
I’m Alabamy bound
Don’t you leave me here
Don’t you leave me here
The locomos ghost suite pullin’ out
Leave a dime for a beer
I’m Alabamy bound (I’m Alabamy bound)
I’m Alabamy bound (I’m Alabamy bound)
And if the train don’t stop and turn around
I’m Alabamy bound (I’m Alabamy bound)
(Hair don’t curl)
And your eyes ain’t blue
‘Cause if you don’t want me, sweet Polly Ann
(Well, I don’t want you)
Alabamy bound (I’m Alabamy bound)
I’m Alabamy bound (I’m Alabamy bound)
And if the train down stop and turn around
I’m Alabamy bound (I’m Alabamy bound)
I’m Alabamy bound (don’t cha leave me here) umm
I’m Alabamy bound (don’t cha leave me here)
I’m Alabamy bound (don’t cha leave me here)
I’m Alabamy bound
FRANKIE AND JOHNNY
Traditional. Arranged by Lonnie Donegan
[L.D.]
“We’ll take it a bit slower”
“This is, this is the, huh, this is the first song I ever learned, actually”
Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
Lordy, how they could love
Swore to be true to each other
Yeah, true to the skies above
He was her man, wouldn’t do her no wrong
And Frankie and Johnny went walkin’
And Johnny had on a new suit
Yeah, Frankie spent one-hundred dollar notes
Just to make her man look cute
He was her man, he wouldn’t do her no wrong
Frankie went over to the barroom
Stopped for a bottle of beer
Said to the old bartender man
“Has my lover Johnny man been here?”
“He was my man, Lord, but he’d been doin’ me wrong, so wrong.”
Yeah, Frankie looked over the transom door
And there to her great surprise
There sat her lover man Johnny
Makin’ love to Nellie Bly
He was her man, but he was doin’ her wrong
Well, Frankie lifted up her kimono dress
And she drew (ladaladalala) out a little .44
She shot once, twice, three times (three times) she shot him
And through that hardwood (door) floor
Yeah, she shot her man (yeah he was her man)
Well, but he been doin’ her wrong yeah
He said,” roll me over so careful ah
Roll me over so slow,
Oh roll me off to my left hand side,
Because your bullet hurt me so,
I was your man, but I been doin’ you wrong.”
Play it Chris!
(Instrumental & trombone & guitar solo)
Well, they sent for Frankie’s mother
Come down to Huddie’s saloon
To see what’s the matter with her boy
She come down, Frankie looked up at her
Here what she said:
She said, “Oh Mrs. Johnson, oh forgive me please
Well I killed your lovin’ son, Johnny
But I’m down on my bended knee
I shot your man, ’cause he was doin’ me wrong ah’.
She said, “I’ll forgive you Frankie,
She said, I’ll forgive you not, not
For killin’ lovin’ son Johnny,
He’s the only support that I’ve got,
‘Lord, you shot my man and he was doin’ you wrong.”
Well, the last time I seen Frankie
She was a-sittin’ in a dungeon cell
She would be there lonely, herself
With no one there to care
She shot her man, a-he’d been doin’ her wrong, so wrong
Well, bring out the rubber tired (hearse) so long
You gotta bring out your pony and trap
Yeah, they’re gonna take Johnny, Johnny to the cemetery (graveyard)
And he ain’t never coming back
Well, he was her man
Oh, but he been doin’ her wrong, so wrong
Well, the story ain’t got no moral, Lordy
But the story ain’t got no end
Well, the story only goes to show
That there ain’t no damn good in men!
She shot her man (he was her man)
But he was doin’ her wrong
Yeah, ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba.
Woo!
Thank you very much.
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