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Time to Go
02:54
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You take my love for granted, you told me once before
You drink ‘til you can’t barely speak, walk sideways out the door I know
Sideways out the door I know
Well take your wine and some of mine
‘Cause you and I both know it’s time to go
Oh, Molly my dear Molly, where’d you put your ring?
Why’d you quit your loving dear, you make me feel like singing soft and low
Make me feel like singing soft and low
You hide your love away from me
And you and I both know it’s time to go
I told my friends about me, about how you brought me low
I told them you don’t love me, that all you do is bring me pain and woe
All you do is bring me pain and woe
My friends they saw it coming now
And you and I both know it’s time to go
It’s time you left for good, dear, it’s time to go your way
Don’t know how else to tell you, I just can’t let you stay, oh no
Just can’t let you stay, oh no
Well call your ma or call your pa
‘Cause you and I know it’s time to go
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2. |
Old VA Line
04:32
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Sail across the water to this lonesome land, and rest for the summer
Come to Virginia with your bow in hand, and I’ll love you forever
She tapped her feet, snapped her hand, and she made a mountain
With amber waves, tall bluegrass, and whiskey fountains
You were always there for me
Off that old Virginia Line
A boy grew up to fight England as an Old Line Drummer
He marched behind that regiment against the red coat gunners
But gunshots hit. He fell down. His body bled across that lonely ground.
That’s not it. He’s still around. His beat is playing in the meadow now.
You were always there for me
Off that old Virginia Line
A girl turned up in a station lane off that railroad Virginia
She sang sweet songs through my window pane for the rest of the summer
But that engine roars. Steel wheels spin. She skipped town as fast as she came in
And here I stand with her memory on my mind
All she left me was a note with the line
You were always there for me
Off that old Virginia Line
You were always there for me
Off that old Virginia Line
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3. |
Tom Dooley Blues
04:35
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Tom Dooley was a worried man
He dreamt he’d lost his picking hand
Milling oaks in Tennessee
For Sheriff Grayson’s cabin
Hucked lumber for the city hall
From winter’s last until the fall
Then play all night with spirits free
For all the town to listen
But it seems a dream is coming true
Dooley’s fiddle’s out of tune
The callused fingers of the hand
Too old to play the blues
Shake the barnyard down, Tom
Shake the barnyard down
But Dooley’s folk took pride in haste
They would not let Tom’s talent waste
They warmed his gut with moonshine stew
And settled back to listen
His nerves calmed down as he breathed in
That musky mix of hay and gin
The bass began its thumping tune
And Tom Dooley set to playin’
His fiddle set to weep and wail
A panacea for your ails
The crowd began to rise on up
And shake the barnyard down
Shake the barnyard down boys,
Shake the barnyard down
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4. |
My Time
03:40
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As the sun sets low, I believe my time has come
As the sun sets low, I believe my time has come
As I settle down no more to roam, the chariots come to carry me home
As the sun sets low, I believe my time has come
The king of kings is waiting for me there
The king of kings is waiting for me there
As my final judgment comes to pass, I lay my burden down at last
The king of kings is waiting for me there
On the mountaintops I can hear the angels sing
On the mountaintops I can hear the angels sing
Soon I’ll join their mighty band and walk into the Promised Land
On the mountaintops I can hear the angels sing
As the sun sets low, I believe my time has come
As the sun sets low, I believe my time has come
As I settle down no more to roam, the chariots come to carry me home
As the sun sets low, I believe my time has come
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Big Scioty
04:07
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I run along that lonesome trail
I jump in my boat and I set sail
The devil’s fast and the devil’s mean
But my guard is up and my wits are keen
I’ll love that girl till the day I die
And maybe even more, oh me oh my!
The end is near but I won’t cry
I’ll join my savior in the sky
Can’t go home again, can’t go home again
Long and lone the highway rolls
Lord have mercy on my poor soul
Left my blue eyed baby-o
In a cabin on the big Scioty-o
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The Whiskey-O
02:46
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The first time I drank whiskey I don’t remember well
How many drinks I had that night no human tongue can tell
Until one, two, three AM my judgment did not fail
Until I lost my pants and I crashed my car and I ended up in jail
The whiskey-o, the whiskey-o, the whiskey-o
Don’t want nothing with the whiskey-o
My girl she went out on the town to have a little fun
My friends they later told me she was not the only one
She had time for my friend Johnny, she had time for my friend Tom
She had time for one, two, three, four times, times to do me wrong
The women-o, the women-o, the women-o
Don’t want nothing with the women-o
I went down to Louisiana to fix up my poor heart
I took a stack of dollar bills with which I would soon part
I gambled in the parlors, I gambled in the yards
I gambled my last dollar on a goddamned game of cards
The gamblers-o, the gamblers-o, the gamblers-o
Don’t want nothing with the gamblers-o
The whiskey-o, the whiskey-o, the whiskey-o
Don’t want nothing with the whiskey-o
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7. |
Blue Ridge Cabin Home
03:35
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There’s a well beaten path in the old mountainside
Where I wandered when I was a lad
And I wandered alone to the place I call home
In those Blueridge hills far away
Oh I love those hills of old Virginia
From those Blueridge hills I did roam
When I die won’t you bury me on the mountain
Far away near my Blueridge mountain home
Now my thoughts wander back to that ramshackle shack
In those blue ridge hills far away
Where my mother and dad were laid there to rest
They are sleeping in peace together there
I return to that old cabin home with the sigh
I’ve been longing for days gone by
When I die won’t you bury me on that old mountain side
Make my resting place upon the hills so high
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8. |
Storm Song
04:34
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Blue moon Kentucky off the Eastern Front, beyond the shoreline and the bay
A skipjack surrenders to an angry wind, and ten sad souls were swept away
Beyond this land a lighthouse stands, guarded by the chaos and the fog
My true one’s love lies trembling above, I shall respond to her call
There’s a light in your eye, and it won’t calm down
And it’s calling me back to you
And I know by now, this wind will kill me somehow
In the beginning is the end
Help me realize
The Sun set swiftly as I traveled on, the storm it followed ‘long the way
It spread its angry wings around me and the lighthouse slowly dimmed away
The waves they slammed like a hard headed ram, the hull was swallowed by its mouth
My love, My love, I’m losing you, beyond the shadow of a doubt
Below is water, above is rain, and in between there is the storm
Calm your daughter, because I’ve known pain and the dullness and the dimness of the shore
I’ve been cut and I’ve been bled and I’ve been scarred and it’s been said
My blood runs deep throughout this sea
My said it shed, I fell starboard ‘cross my head, now the sea runs deep inside of me.
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9. |
Red Rocking Chair
04:12
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Oh I ain’t got no use
No I ain’t got no use
For that red rocking chair
Ain’t got no honey baby now
Ain’t got no sugar baby now
Oh it’s who’ll rock the cradle
Who’ll sing this song
Who’ll rock the cradle when I’m gone
Who’ll rock the cradle when I’m gone
Oh it’s I’ll rock the cradle
And I’ll sing this song
I’ll rock the cradle when you’re gone
I’ll rock the cradle when you’re gone
Oh it’s all I can do
It’s all I can say
Gonna send you to your momma next pay day
Gonna send you to your momma next pay day
Oh it’s all I can do
It’s all I can say
I can’t go along this way
I can’t go along this way
Oh I ain’t got no use
No I ain’t got no use
For that red rocking chair
Ain’t got no honey baby now
Ain’t got no sugar baby now
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10. |
Tam Lin
05:35
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