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If you think the Sessions Band sounded big, get a load of them in video form: 18 musicians onstage in front of a cozy but lively crowd that pretty much loses its mind at the mention of “Irish” during “American Land.” If you didn’t get a chance to see these guys live, play this big and turn it up.

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  • Label: Columbia Records
  • Producers: George Travis, Thom Zimny
  • 1 Atlantic City

    Lyrics

    Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too
    Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do

    Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief
    Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

    CHORUS
    Well now everything dies baby that's a fact
    But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
    Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
    And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

    Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
    But I got debts that no honest man can pay
    So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
    And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

    CHORUS

    Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay
    We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's baby 'cause the night's getting cold
    And everything dies baby that's a fact
    But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

    Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
    Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
    Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
    So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
    Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
    But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
    Put your hair up nice and set up pretty
    and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
    Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
    Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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  • 2 Old Dan Tucker

    Lyrics

    Old Dan Tucker, he's a fine old man,
    Washed his face in a frying pan
    Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
    Died with a toothache in his heel

    Get out of the way! Old Dan Tucker,
    You're too late to get your supper.
    Get out of the way! Old Dan Tucker,
    You're too late to get your supper

    Old Dan Tucker, he'd come to town
    Riding a billy goat, leading a hound
    Hound dog barked, billy goat jumped
    Landed Dan Tucker on a stump!

    Get out of the way! Old Dan Tucker,
    You're too late to get your supper.
    Get out of the way! Old Dan Tucker,
    You're too late to get your supper

    Now old Dan Tucker has come to town
    Swinging the ladies round and round
    First to the right and then to the left
    Then to the girl that he loves best

    Get out of the way! Old Dan Tucker,
    You're too late to get your supper.
    Get out of the way! Old Dan Tucker,
    You're too late to get your supper

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  • 3 Eyes on the Prize

    Lyrics

    Paul and Silas, bound in jail
    Had no money for to go their bail

    Keep your eyes on the prize,
    Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on,
    Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!

    The very moment we thought we was lost,
    Dungeon shook and the chains fell off,

    Keep your eyes on the prize,
    Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on,
    Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!

    Only thing that we did wrong
    Was stayin' in the wilderness so long,

    Keep your eyes on the prize,
    Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on,
    Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!

    Only thing that we did right
    Was the day we begun to fight!

    Keep your eyes on the prize,
    Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on,
    Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!

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  • 4 Jesse James

    Lyrics

    Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man,
    He robbed the Danville train,
    He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor,
    He'd a hand and a heart and a brain.

    [chorus:]
    Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
    Three children, they were brave;
    But the dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
    Has laid Jesse James in his grave.
    It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward,
    I wonder how he does feel,
    For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed,
    Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave.

    Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor,
    He'd never see a man suffer pain,;
    And with his brother Frank, he robbed the Chicago bank,
    And stopped the Glendale train.

    It was on a Wednesday night and the moon was shining bright,
    They robbed the Glendale train,
    And the people they did say for many miles away,
    It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James.

    It was his brother Frank that robbed the Gallatin bank,
    And carried the money from the town;
    lt was in this very place that they had a little race,
    For they shot Captain Sheets to the ground.

    They went to the crossing not very far from there,
    And there they did the same;
    With the agent on his knees, he delivered up the keys
    To the outlaws, Frank and Jesse James.

    It was on Saturday night and Jesse was at home
    Talking with his family brave,
    Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night
    And laid poor Jesse in his grave.

    The people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death,
    And wondered how he ever came to die.
    It was one of the gang called little Robert Ford,
    He shot poor Jesse on the sly.

    Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast,
    The devil will be upon his knee.
    He was born one day in the county of Clay,
    And he came from a solitary race.

    This song was made by Billy Gashade
    As soon as the news did arrive;
    He said there was no man with the law in his hand
    Who could take Jesse James when alive.

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  • 5 Further On (Up the Road)

    Lyrics

    Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed
    Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold
    Where the miles are marked in the blood and gold
    I'll meet you further on up the road

    Got on my dead man's suit and my smilin' skull ring
    My lucky graveyard boots and song to sing
    I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold
    And I'll meet you further on up the road.

    Further on up the road
    Further on up the road
    Where the way dark and the night is cold
    One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
    And I'll meet you further on up the road.

    Now I been out in the desert, just doin' my time
    Searchin' through the dust, lookin' for a sign
    If there's a light up ahead well brother I don't know
    But I got this fever burnin' in my soul
    So let's take the good times as they go
    And I'll meet you further on up the road

    Further on up the road
    Further on up the road
    Further on up the road
    Further on up the road

    One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
    And I'll meet you further on up the road
    One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
    And I'll meet you further on up the road.

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  • 6 O Mary Don't You Weep

    Lyrics

    Oh, Mary, don't you weep
    Tell Martha not to moan
    Pharaoh's army drowned in the Red Sea
    Oh, Mary, don't you weep
    Tell Martha not to moan
    If I could I surely would
    Stand on the rock where Moses stood
    Pharaoh's army drowned in the Red Sea
    Oh, Mary, don't you weep
    Tell Martha not to moan

    You know Jesus... He's my Friend
    He picks me up when I fall down again
    Every day I get on my knees and pray
    That the Lord's hand will come and show the way
    And I just thank Him each day that I live
    I give Him all that I have to give ... every day!

    Jesus, He told Mary, "Don't you weep no more
    Just believe in a miracle
    Every day there's a miracle in your life
    You've just got to look for it
    Have faith in your heart, in your soul, every day".
    Jesus told Mary, "Don't you no more
    'Cause I'm coming back again... yes I am!"

    Now Mary had a brother named Lazarus
    One day when Jesus was praying to the masses
    Lazarus passed away.
    Mary she lost faith
    She got sick at the heart
    She didn't believe
    Jesus came back
    He told Mary, "Don't you weep... 'cause I can fix it!"

    He said Lazarus, "Rise up and walk with te livig"
    And lazarus rose up ... O what a miracle
    Jesus told Mary, "You don't have to weep
    No you don't have to moan!"

    Oh, Mary, don't you weep
    Tell Martha not to moan

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  • 7 Erie Canal

    Lyrics

    We were forty miles from Albany
    Forget it I never shall.
    What a terrible storm we had one night
    On the E-ri-e - Canal.

    [chorus:]
    O the E-ri-e was a-rising
    And the gin was a-getting low.
    And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
    Till we get to Buff-a-lo-o-o
    Till we get to Buffalo.

    We were loaded down with barley
    We were chock-full up on rye.
    The captain he looked down at me
    With his gol-durned wicked eye.

    Two days out from Syracuse
    The vessel struck a shoal;
    We like to all be foundered
    On a chunk o' Lackawanna coal.

    We hollered to the captain
    On the towpath, treadin' dirt
    He jumped on board and stopped the leak
    With his old red flannel shirt.

    The cook she was a grand old gal
    Stood six foot in her socks.
    Had a foot just like an elephant
    And her breath would open locks.

    The wind begins to whistle
    The waves begin to roll
    We had to reef our royals
    On that ragin' canal.

    The cook came to our rescue
    She had a ragged dress;
    We h'isted her upon the pole
    As a signal of distress.

    When we got to Syracuse
    Off-mule, he was dead;
    The nigh mule got blind staggers
    We cracked him on the head.

    The cook is in the Police Gazette
    The captain went to jail;
    And I'm the only son-of-a-sea-cook
    That's left to tell the tale.

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  • 8 If I Should Fall Behind

    Lyrics

    We said we'd walk together baby come what may
    That come the twilight should we lose our way
    If as we're walkin a hand should slip free
    I'll wait for you
    And should I fall behind
    Wait for me

    We swore we'd travel darlin' side by side
    We'd help each other stay in stride
    But each lover's steps fall so differently
    But I'll wait for you
    And if I should fall behind
    Wait for me

    Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true
    But you and I know what this world can do
    So let's make our steps clear that the other may see
    And I'll wait for you
    If I should fall behind
    Wait for me

    Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead
    There 'neath the oak's bough soon we will be wed
    Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees
    I'll wait for you
    And should I fall behind
    Wait for me
    Darlin' I'll wait for you
    Should I fall behind
    Wait for me

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  • 9 My Oklahoma Home

    Lyrics

    When they opened up the strip I was young and full of zip,
    I wanted a place to call my own.
    And so I made the race, and staked me out a place,
    And settled down along the Cimarron.

    It blowed away, it blowed away,
    My Oklahoma home, it blowed away.
    It looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there,
    But my Oklahoma home, it blowed away.

    I planted wheat and oats, got some chickens and some shoats,
    Aimed to have some ham and eggs to feed my face.
    Got a mule to pull the plow, got an old red muley cow
    And got a fancy mortgage on the place.

    It blowed away, it blowed away,
    All the crops I planted blowed away.
    You can't grow any grain if there isn't any rain;
    All except the mortgage blowed away.

    It blowed away my rooster and it blowed away my hens;
    The pigs and cattle went astray.
    All the crops that I sowed went a-foggin' down the road.
    My Oklahoma farm, it blowed away.

    It blowed away, it blowed away,
    Everything I owned blowed away.
    I hollered and I cussed when my land went up in dust,
    When my Oklahoma farm, it blowed away.

    It looked so green and fair, when I built my shanty there,
    I figured I was all set for life.
    I put on my Sunday best with my fancy scalloped vest
    And went to town and picked me out a wife.

    She blowed away, she blowed away
    My Oklahoma woman blowed away.
    Just as I bent and kissed her, she was picked up by a twister;
    My Oklahoma woman blowed away.

    Then I was left alone a-listenin' to the moan
    Of the wind around the corners of my shack;
    So I took off down the road when the south wind blowed,
    A-travelin' with the wind at my back.

    I blowed away, I blowed away
    Chasin' a dust cloud up ahead.
    Once it looked so green and fair, now it's up there in the air;
    My Oklahoma farm is overhead.

    Now I'm always close to home no matter where I roam,
    For Oklahoma dust is everywhere.
    Makes no difference where I'm walkin', I can hear my chickens squawkin'
    I can hear my wife a-talkin' in the air.

    It blowed away, it blowed away,
    My Oklahoma home blowed away.
    But my home is always near; it's in the atmosphere,
    My Oklahoma home that blowed away.

    I'm a roamin' Oklahoman, but I'm always close to home
    And I'll never get homesick 'til I die.
    No matter where I'm found, my home is all around;
    My Oklahoma home is in the sky.

    It blowed away, it blowed away,
    My farm down upon the Cimarron.
    But all around the world, wherever dust is whirled,
    Some is from my Oklahoma home.

    It blowed away, it blowed away,
    My Oklahoma home blowed away.
    Oh it's up there in the sky in that dust cloud rolling by,
    My Oklahoma home is in the sky.

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  • 10 Highway Patrolman

    Lyrics

    My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state
    I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8
    I always done an honest job as honest as I could
    I got a brother named Franky and Franky ain't no good

    Now ever since we was young kids it's been the same come down
    I get a call over the radio Franky's in trouble downtown
    Well if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away
    But when it's your brother sometimes you look the other way

    Me and Franky laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood
    Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"

    I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother would
    Man turns his back on his family well he just ain't no good

    Well Franky went in the army back in 1965 I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife
    But them wheat prices kept on droppin' till it was like we were gettin' robbed
    Franky came home in '68, and me, I took this job

    Yea we're laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood
    Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
    I catch him when he's strayin', teach him how to walk that line
    Man turns his back on his family he ain't no friend of mine

    Well the night was like any other, I got a call 'bout quarter to nine
    There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line
    There was a kid lyin' on the floor lookin' bad bleedin' hard from his head there was a girl cryin' at a table and it was Frank, they said
    Well I went out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights
    Well I must of done one hundred and ten through Michigan county that night

    It was out at the crossroads, down round Willow bank
    Seen a Buick with Ohio plates behind the wheel was Frank
    Well I chased him through them county roads till a sign said Canadian border five miles from here
    I pulled over the side of the highway and watched his taillights disappear

    Me and Franky laughin' and drinkin'
    Nothin' feels better than blood on blood
    Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
    I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother would
    Man turns his back on his family well he just ain't no good

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  • 11 Mrs. McGrath

    Lyrics

    "Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said,
    "Would you like to make a soldier
    Out of your son, Ted?
    With a scarlet cloak and a fine cocked hat,
    Mrs. McGrath wouldn't you like that?"

    Mrs. McGrath lived on the seashore
    For the space of seven long years or more
    'Till she saw big ship sailing in the bay
    "Hallelu, babbelu, I think it's he!"

    "Oh, Captain dear, where have you been.
    Have you been out sailin' on the Mediteren'.
    Have you any tidings of my son Ted.
    Is the poor boy livin' or is he dead?"

    Now up comes Ted without any legs
    And in their place there were two wooden pegs
    She kissed him a dozen times or two
    Saying "Holy moly could it be you?"

    "Now was you drunk or was you blind
    When you left your two fine legs behind?
    Or was it out walking upon the sea
    That tore your legs from the knees away?"

    "No I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
    When I left my two fine legs behind.
    For a cannon ball on the fifth of May
    Took my two fine legs from the knees away."

    "Now Teddy me boy," the old widow cried
    "Your two fine legs was your mama's pride
    Them stumps of a tree won't do at all
    Why didn't you run from the big cannon ball?"

    "Now against all war, I do profrain
    Between Don Juan and the King of Spain
    And, by herrons, I'll make 'em rue the time
    When they swept the legs from a child of mine."

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  • 12 How Can a Poor Man Stand Such Times and Live?

    Lyrics

    Well the doctor comes 'round here with his face all bright
    And he says "in a little while you'll be alright"
    All he gives is a humbug pill, a dose of dope and a great big bill
    Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live

    "Me and my old school pals had some mighty high times down here
    And what happened to you poor black folks, well it just ain't fair"
    He took a look around, gave a little pep talk, said "I'm with you" then he took a little walk
    Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live

    There's bodies floatin' on Canal and the levees gone to Hell
    Martha, get me my sixteen gauge and some dry shells
    Them who's got got out of town and them who ain't got left to drown
    Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live

    Go ahead!

    Got family scattered from Texas all the way to Baltimore
    Yeah and I ain't got no home in this world no more
    Gonna be a judgment that's a fact, a righteous train rollin' down this track
    Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live
    Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live
    Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live

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  • 13 Jacob's Ladder

    Lyrics

    We are climbing Jacob's ladder
    We are climbing Jacob's ladder
    We are climbing Jacob's ladder
    Brothers, sisters, all

    Every rung goes higher and higher
    Every rung goes higher and higher
    Every rung goes higher and higher
    Brothers, sisters, all

    We are dancing Sarah's circle
    We are dancing Sarah's circle
    We are dancing Sarah's circle
    Sisters, brothers, all

    Every round a generation
    Every round a generation
    Every round a generation
    Sisters, brothers, all

    We are climbing Jacob's ladder
    We are climbing Jacob's ladder
    We are climbing Jacob's ladder
    Brothers, sisters, all

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  • 14 Long Time Comin'

    Lyrics

    Out where the creek turns shallow and sandy
    And the moon comes skimmin' away the stars
    The wind in the mesquite comes rushin' over the hilltops
    Straight into my arms
    Straight into my arms

    I'm riding hard carryin' a catch of roses
    And a fresh map that I made
    Tonight I'm gonna get birth naked and bury my old soul
    And dance on its grave
    And dance on its grave

    It's been a long time comin', my dear
    It's been a long time comin' but now it's here

    Well my daddy he was just a stranger
    Lived in a hotel downtown
    When I was a kid he was just somebody
    Somebody I'd see around
    Somebody I'd see around

    Now down below and pullin' on my shirt
    I got some kids of my own
    Well if I had one wish in this god forsaken world, kids
    It'd be that your mistakes would be your own
    Yea your sins would be your own

    It's been a long time comin', my dear
    It's been a long time comin' but now it's here

    Out 'neath the arms of Cassiopeia
    Where the sword of Orion sweeps
    It's me and you, Rosie, cracklin' like crossed wires
    And you breathin' in your sleep
    You breathin' in your sleep

    Well there's just a spark of campfire burning
    Two kids in a sleeping bag beside
    I Reach 'neath your shirt, lay my hands across your belly
    And feel another one kickin' inside
    I ain't gonna fuck it up this time

    It's been a long time comin', my dear
    It's been a long time comin' but now it's here
    It's been a long time comin', my dear
    It's been a long time comin' but now it's here

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  • 15 Open All Night

    Lyrics

    Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked with her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet
    Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
    Took her down to the carwash, check the plugs and points
    Well, I'm goin' out tonight. I'm gonna rock that joint

    Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
    Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone this turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
    Gotta hit the gas, baby. I'm running late, this New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape

    Now, the boss don't dig me, so he put me on the nightshift
    It's an all night run to get back to where my baby lives
    In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby?
    Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch
    Goodnight good luck one two power shift

    I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at route 60 Bob's Big Boy Fried Chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap
    We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
    I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still

    Well, at five a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast
    I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas
    Gotta call my baby on the telephone
    Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home
    Sit tight, little mama, I'm comin' 'round I got three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground

    Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers
    Radio's jammed up with gospel stations lost souls callin' long distance salvation
    Hey, mister deejay, woncha hear my last prayer hey, ho, rock'n'roll, deliver me from nowhere

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  • 16 Pay Me My Money Down

    Lyrics

    Pay me, you owe me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

    I thought I heard the captain say
    Pay me my money down
    Tomorrow is our sailing day
    Pay me my money down

    Pay me, you owe me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

    Late last night we went into a bar
    Pay me money down
    They knocked us down with the end of a spar
    Pay me my money down

    Pay me, you owe me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

    I wish I was Mr. Howard's son
    Pay me my money down
    Sit in the house and watch the work getting down
    Pay me my money down

    Pay me, you owe me

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  • 17 Growin' Up

    Lyrics

    I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade
    I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade
    I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch
    I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and came out with my soul untouched
    I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Sit down" I stood up.
    Ooh-ooh growin' up

    The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set wing to wing
    I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't sail but she sure could sing,
    I pushed B-52 and bombed 'em with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing
    I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing,
    I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Come down" I threw up
    Ooh-ooh growin' up

    I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it's really hard to hold your breath.
    I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
    Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars
    And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car
    I hid in the mother breast of the crowd but when they said "Pull down" I pulled up
    Ooh-ooh growin' up. Ooh-ooh growin' up

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  • 18 When the Saints Go Marching In

    Lyrics

    We are trav'ling in the footsteps
    Of those who've gone before,
    And we'll all be reunited,
    On a new and sunlit shore,

    Oh, when the saints go marching in
    Oh, when the saints go marching in
    Lord, how I want to be in that number
    When the saints go marching in

    And when the sun refuse to shine
    And when the sun refuse to shine
    Lord, how I want to be in that number
    When the sun refuse to shine

    And when the moon turns red with blood
    And when the moon turns red with blood
    Lord, how I want to be in that number
    When the moon turns red with blood

    Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call
    Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call
    Lord, how I want to be in that number
    When the trumpet sounds its call

    Some say this world of trouble,
    Is the only one we need,
    But I'm waiting for that morning,
    When the new world is revealed.

    Oh When the new world is revealed
    Oh When the new world is revealed
    Lord, how I want to be in that number
    When the new world is revealed

    Oh, when the saints go marching in
    Oh, when the saints go marching in
    Lord, how I want to be in that number
    When the saints go marching in

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  • 19 This Little Light of Mine

    Lyrics

    This little light of mine
    I'm gonna let it shine
    This little light of mine
    I'm gonna let it shine
    This little light of mine
    I'm gonna let it shine
    Let it shine
    Let it shine
    Let it shine

    Everywhere I go
    I'm gonna let it shine
    Everywhere I go
    I'm gonna let it shine
    Everywhere I go
    I'm gonna let it shine
    Let it shine
    Let it shine
    Let it shine

    Hide it under a bushel Oh no!
    I'm going to let it shine
    Hide it under a bushel Oh no!
    I'm going to let it shine
    Hide it under a bushel Oh no!
    I'm going to let it shine
    Let it Shine
    All the time
    Let it shine
    Oh yeah!

    Jesus gave it to me
    I'm gonna let it shine
    Jesus gave it to me
    I'm gonna let it shine
    Jesus gave it to me
    I'm gonna let it shine
    Let it shine
    Let it shine
    Let it shine

    Don't let the Satan blow it out
    I'm going to let it shine
    Don't let the Satan blow it out
    I'm going to let it shine
    Don't let the Satan blow it out
    I'm going to let it shine
    Let it Shine
    All the time
    Let it shine
    Oh yeah!

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  • 20 American Land

    Lyrics

    What is this land America so many travel there
    I'm going now while I'm still young my darling meet me there
    Wish me luck my lovely I'll send for you when I can
    And we'll make our home in the American land

    Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees
    And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees
    Gold comes rushing out the rivers straight into your hands
    When you make your home in the American Land

    There's diamonds in the sidewalk the's gutters lined in song
    Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
    There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
    Who will make his home in the American Land

    I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spires
    She met me in the valley of red-hot steel and fire
    We made the steel that built the cities with our sweat and two hands
    And we made our home in the American Land

    There's diamonds in the sidewalk the's gutters lined in song
    Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
    There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
    Who will make his home in the American Land

    The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis, too
    The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
    Come across the water a thousand miles from home
    With nothin in their bellies but the fire down below

    They died building the railroads worked to bones and skin
    They died in the fields and factories names scattered in the wind
    They died to get here a hundred years ago they're still dyin now
    The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down

    There's diamonds in the sidewalk the gutters lined in song
    Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
    There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
    Who will make his home in the American Land
    Who will make his home in the American Land
    Who will make his home in the American Land

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