McGuinn's Folk Den show

McGuinn's Folk Den

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 Railroad Bill | File Type: audio/mp3 | Duration: Unknown

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Railroad Bill Lyrics: [C] Railroad Bill [E7] Railroad Bill He [F] always worked And he [C] always will [C] Ride [G] Railroad [C] Bill Railroad Bill, up on a hill Lightin' a seegar With a ten-dollar bill. Ride Railroad Bill Old policeman sold him a train Never did lose boys Always did gain Ride Railroad Bill Mounted them train cars all piggyback Some on the road boys And some on the track Ride Railroad Bill Sometimes a freight train sometimes a van If anyone gets there You know that he can Ride Railroad Bill One time he had to fill in for this guy Bi!! had to bless that Old train goin' by Ride Railroad Bill Got off the rails and got into wine Now he goes off To France in his mind Ride Railroad Bill

 Delia's Gone | File Type: audio/mp3 | Duration: Unknown

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Delia's Gone This was originally an American Honky-tonk song but has returned to the United States by way of the Bahama Islands. Lyrics: [D] Tony shot his [G] Delia [D]'Ton a Saturday [D7] night [G] The fist time he shot her [Em] Lord [A] She bowed her head and [D] died [A] Delia's gone, one more round, [D] Delia's gone [A] Delia's gone, one more round, [D] Delia's gone Called for the doctor The doctor came too late Called for the Minister Take Delia to her fate Well they took my Delia Dressed her all in Brown Took her to the graveyard And then they laid her down Delia oh Delia Where you been so long Everybody's talking about My Delia's dead and gone

 All My Trials | File Type: audio/mp3 | Duration: Unknown

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: All My Trials Though this song has Bahamian origins, it is usually classified as a Spiritual. A mother is comforting her child on her deathbed. This is dedicated to the memory of Paul Lowman. Lyrics: [D] Hush little baby don't you cry [D7] [D[ You know your mama's bound to [G] die [D] All my [A7] trials Lord Will soon be [D] over If religion was a thing that money could buy The rich would live and the poor would die All my trials Lord Soon be over Too late my brothers Too late, but never mind All my trials Lord Soon be over There is a tree in Paradise The Pilgrims call it the tree of life All my trials Lord Soon be over If religion was a thing that money could buy The rich would live and the poor would die All my trials Lord Soon be over Hush little baby don't you cry You know your mama's bound to die All my trials Lord Soon be over

 Tarrytown | File Type: audio/mp3 | Duration: Unknown

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Tarrytown In the summer of 1959, Marsha, Dick and I formed a trio. We called ourselves 'The Old Town Singers.' The name came from the Old Town School of Folk Music, where we had met. We rehearsed for weeks, but to my recollection, never did a paying gig. When the Limeliters hired me to accompany them on their RCA live LP in 1960, I left Chicago, and lived on the road for the next few years. It's interesting to think what might have happened if I'd stayed in Chicago and continued to perform with 'The Old Town Singers.' We formed about two years before Peter Paul and Mary. This is a practice recording made on a reel to reel Pentron tape recorder at 7 1/2 IPS. The tape was broken in two places and spliced, causing the slight jumps in audio quality. Lyrics: In [E] Tarry- [B7] town there did [E] dwell A handsome [A] youth I knew so [B7] well He courted [E] me my life [A] away, And [B7] now with me he will no longer [E] stay Wide and [B7] deep my grave will [E] be With the [B7] wild goose grasses growing over [E] me Wide and [B7] deep my grave will [E] be With the [B7] wild goose grasses growing over [E] me Oh once I wore my apron low He's follow me through ice and snow Now that I wear my apron high You walk right down the street and pass me by Wide and deep my grave will be With the wild goose grasses growing over me Wide and deep my grave will be With the wild goose grasses growing over me There is an inn in Tarrytown Where my love goes and sits him down He takes another on his knee For she has golden lashes more than me Wide and deep my grave will be With the wild goose grasses growing over me Wide and deep my grave will be With the wild goose grasses growing over me

 Rock Island Line | File Type: audio/mp3 | Duration: Unknown

How do I download this Mp3?Mp3: Rock Island Line The Rock Island Line One of the great songs performed by Lead Belly and interpreted by numerous artists, over the years, such as the Weavers. Many interpreters have added their own humorous words, but these are the original lyrics created and sung by Lead Belly. Lyrics: The Rock Island Line (Huddie Ledbetter 'Lead Belly') Chorus: [G] Oh the Rock Island Line is a mighty fine line Oh the Rock Island Line is the [D] road to ride [G] Oh the Rock Island Line is a mighty fine line If you [C] want to ride, you gotta [G] ride it like you're flyin' Get your [C] ticket at the station on the [D] Rock Island [G] Line [G] A-B-C double X-Y-Z [D] Cat's in the cupboard and she cain't [G] find me CH Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong Lawd you gonna miss me when I'm gone CH Jesus died to save our sins Glory to God I'm gonna see Him again CH Moses stood on the Red Sea shore Smotin' the water with a two-by-four CH X2 ______________________________________________________________________________ Recording copyright 2002 Roger McGuinn / McGuinn Music

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