Arkansas Traveler

Lyrics

33 RPM Soul

Come A Long Way

(C7)Consecrate your soul or there's gonna be hell to pay You've (F)got them where they live(G) Come the Judgement Day(C7) (C7)Father, forgive our sins Mother, forgive us too (F)Forgive but don't forget(G) They never meant to hurt you(C7) She's doing(C7) the widow walk since her ship went down (F)I've seen her with a pretty (G)boy On the country side of town(C7) Her (C7)captain is lost at sea Her ship is forgotten too (F)She'd admit she'd been singing(G) The hellfire brimstone blues(C7) Should (C7)never have tried to rock Should never have tried to roll But (F)damn I don't regret(G) The 33 RPM (C7)Soul The 33 RPM (C7)Soul The 33 RPM (C7)Soul The 33 RPM (C7)Soul

I kicked in his door at 5 AM "I've (F)come for my bike I told the repo man" My (C)920's gonna go far (Em7)today You can (F)travel for miles and never leave L.A. Come a long way I've come a long way I've gone 500 miles today Come a long way I've come along way And never even left L.A. I drive by the Plaza where the gay boys pose Stand in their windows wearing no clothes I heard the screams of the dying dark Through the sweet green icing of MacArthur Park And then I crossed the river into East L.A. Pescado mojado me encontre I've given up on rock 'n roll And I'm saving up for norteno The river she runs by the railroad track I swear I'll never take it back A train, she cries on the midnight hour All along the Watts Tower I gunned it down to San Pedro Bay I watched my ship sail in, I watched it sail away The sun was sinking into the sea But a ball of fire inside of me Was burning my motor and driving me hard Past the big hair on the Boulevard And up Mulholland where I made the scene Like the one that took little Jimmy Dean And then I shimmied up Wilshire like a little silk worm Past the rodeo and the pachyderm And then I stopped for coffee at an art cafe I saw the repo man and made my getaway Doing the Eagle Rock Heading for the hills Try and let my engines cool And it's not my fault that this town shakes I saw the falling rocks and I hit my brakes Now you tow it to the repo man's front door And you give him these keys, I don't need them no more

The Secret to a Long Life

Contest Coming

Billy Barlow was a poor boy That's (F)why he robbed the Union (C)Grove Bank(G) He was a sweet talking ladies man (F)That's what he'd have ladies(C) all to think(G) Oh the (F)secret to a long life is knowing(C) when it's time to go(G) So when the posse came riding (F)Billy went (C)hiding down south(G) Holed up in a shack with Maria With the black(F) hair and the ruby(C) red mouth(G) So when this news reached her lover (F)Billy ran for cover(C), don't you know(G) And when the bullets started ringing (F)Billy started singing(C) "Time to go...."(G) Oh, time to go! Billy headed north where the sands (F)of the Badlands (C)blow(G) But in his dreams he's still south He's still (F)kissing that ruby (C)red mouth(G) Oh the (F)secret to a long life is knowing(C) when it's time to go(G)

Sybil sits in a rocking chair (G)Chewing tobacco and spitting(C) out cares(G) (GCG) (G)Sound of a fiddle floating thru the(C) air(G) (GCG) From the (G)Jones boy (D)across the holler(G) From the (G)Jones boy (D)across the way(G) (G)Backwoods folks take sides(C) from the middle(G) (G)Backwoods folks is old (C)and brittle But they (G)sway like a tree to the sound(C) of the (G)fiddle(GCG) From the (G)Jones boy (D)across the holler(G) From the (G)Jones boy (D)across the way(G) You can hear him late (C)at (D)night(G) You can hear him in the first light (C)of the day(D) (G) (GCG) There's a (G)contest coming and a ticket (C)to (G)Nashville(GCG) And the (G)Jones boy (D)aims to(G) play A (G)contest coming and a ticket(C) to Nashville(G) And the (G)Jones boy (D)aims to(G) win

Over the Waterfall

Shaking Hands (Soldier's Joy)

I thought I knew what I was doing I was wrong Mistakes I've made and lived to tell I tell(C) them in a( G) song(D) I (D)knew a river wide and deep Her banks were very tall At one end was a mountain stream The (C)other was a wat(G)erfall, (D)boys (CGD) I (D)asked the old man by the river He did not recall The last attempt to ride a barrel (C)Over the wat(G)erfall(D) The ferry(D)boatman, he did tell me That the chance was very small None survived who went alive (C)Over the water(G)fall, boys(D) So I built(D) myself an oaken barrel And inside I did crawl I broke the record but I broke my back Going over(C) the water(G)fall(D) And now it's been (D)my luck to live to tell The only tale I can It don't hurt you when you fall (C)Only (G)when you land(D), boys(CGD)

Shaking (Dm)hands and fingers that do tremble Soldier's Joy has been a bitter pill Though in (G)battle, a brave man I (Dm)resemble Alone I am a coward(A7) without will(Dm) Pierce McGee(Dm) from the great State of Missouri To the Show-Me-State militia I belong And to judge(G) from the pride on the Confederate side(Dm) I'd say five hundred thousand rebels(A7) can't be wrong(Dm) A rebel stand(Dm) is no place for a traitor A loveless Union cannot bend us to her will Cannot command(G) the soldiers who now hate her(Dm) Nor demand the fealty of her(A7) generals(Dm) I took(Dm) a rifle ball in my shoulder But my entire body filled with pain I (G)pleaded with them all at the field hospital(Dm) "Oh, God, another shot(A7) of morphine!"(Dm) Soldier's Joy(Dm), oh what's the point in pleasure When it's only meant to kill the pain Lay down my arms(G) and take the coffin's measure(Dm) Or take up arms and send me out (A7)to fight again(Dm) Shaking hands(Dm)...was I a coward, was I brave? With shaking hands, I took the bitter pill Now tell the story(G) on my grave, my soul they(Dm) could not save And what the bullet does not kill, (A7)the needle will(Dm)

Jump Jim Crow

Hold Me Back (Frankie & Johnny)

Jump Jim Crow Jump Jim Crow How do you, do you walk so slow Like a little(G) red rooster with one trick leg (D)Looks like you the one laying the egg I (A)don't know when but it'll be real soon I'm(G) going down the road by the light of the moon I'm(D) going to the city to see Zip Coon Going to the city to see Zip Coon (D)Hip Zip Coon you sure look slick How do you do that walking trick You got a woman on your left A (G)woman on your right You(D) all dressed up like a Saturday night (A)Strolling down the street, feeling fine (G)Tipping your hat, saying "Howdy, Shine" (D)If I knew your secret I would make it mine (D)Tarbaby, Tarbaby, tell me true Who is really the jigaboo? Is it the white man(G), the white talking that jive Or the black(D) man, the black, trying to stay alive? You (A)can't touch a tarbaby, everybody knows (G)Smiling all the while wit de bone in de nose (D)That's the way the story goes

Frankie was a good woman Yeah, (C7)everybody knows(G7) She (C7)gave her man Johnny(G7) a hundred dollar bill Just to buy(D7) one suit(C7) of clothes(G7) Frankie went down to the barroom She ordered herself a glass of beer She asked that bartending man Tell me, now, has my sweet Johnny been here?" He said, "Frankie, I ain't gonna tell you no story" He said, "Frankie, I ain't gonna tell you no lie" He said, "Frankie, I saw your man about an hour ago Heading over going to see Miss Nellie Bly" She cried, "Hold (C7)me back!(G7) Hold me back(C7), take away my gun(G7) Hold me back(C7), hold me back Somebody won't you please(G7) hold me back Don't let me do(D7) what must (C7)be done"(G7) Frankie went on over to that coke joint She stood outside, she rang that bell She said, "Alright, now, Johnny, you're my loving man And if I find you in here I'm gonna shoot you sure as hell" Sure enough there Johnny was with Miss Nellie Bly He seen the gun in Frankie's hand, he said "Frankie, I swear I won't treat you wrong no more" Ha! That's for sure, 'cause by the time she was done With that 44 gun her loving man Was not gonna treat her wrong no more Hold me back! Roll out your rubber tired carriages Roll out your rubber tired hacks There's twelve men going to the graveyard And there's eleven men coming back

Prodigal Daughter (Cotton Eyed Joe)

Blackberry Blossom

What's to be done with a prodigal son? (G)Welcome him home(C) with open(G) arms(D) (G)Throw a big party, invite (C)your friends(D) Our (G)boy's (D)come back (C)home(D) But when a (G)girl goes home with the (C)oats he's (D)sown It's draw (G)your shades(C) and your shutters(G)(D) She's (G)bringing such shame to the family (C)name(D) The return(G) of the (D)prodigal (C)daughter (D)Singing, oh(G)! (D)Cotton Eyed Joe(C) (D) I (G)went to see a doctor and I almost (C)died(D) (G)When I told my mama(C), Lordy, how she(G) cried(D) (G)Me and my daddy were never(C) too close(D) But (G)he was (D)there when I (C)needed him (D)most (G)Look, here comes a (C)prodigal son(D) (G)Fetch him a tall(C) drink of water(G)(D) But there's none (G)in the cup because he drank(C) it all up(D) (G)Left for a (D)prodigal (C)daughter(D)(G) (G)Had not have been for the Cotton (C)Eyed Joe(D) (G)I'd have been married a long time ago(C)(D) Oh, (G)I'd have been married a long time ago(D)(G) (G)Out in the cornfield I stubbed(C) my toe(D) I (G)called for the doctor, Cotton(C) Eyed Joe(D) I (G)called for the doctor, Cotton(D) Eyed Joe(G)

Can you tell me what happened to the blossom The (C)blackberry (G)blossom when the(D) summertime came Oh the (G)blackberry blossom the (C)last time (G)I saw one Was (C)down in the(G) bramble where(D) I rambled in(G) the spring The (Em)bramble was wild, I was torn by the brier My (Bm)love, he wooed me as I lie there With a (Em)flower in my hair and my cheeks aflush It was a (C)blackberry (G)blossom from the blackberry(D) bush(G) (G)When I picked the berry I didn't (C)miss the blossom(G) The (C)blackberry (G)blossom (D)was white as the snow But the (G)berry that it brings (C)is sweeter than(G) molasses And (C)black as the(G) wings of an(D) Arkansas(G) crow The (Em)Arkansas crow is a devil and a demon (Bm)Known for his cackling and his screaming (Em)Driving away the swallow and the thrush From the (C)blackberry (G)blossom and(D) the blackberry(G) bush (G)I was picking berries when that(C) crow flew(G) above me (C)Carrying my (G)lover's soul (D)far away Now (G)each spring I lay (C)a blackberry(G) blossom By a (C)cold (G)gravestone on (D)the Arkansas(G) clay The (Em)Arkansas clay is rocky and hard With (Bm)weeds grown over in the old graveyard And the (Em)day settles down to an evening hush Over the (C)blackberry (G)blossom and (D)the blackberry(G) bush

Strawberry Jam

Weaving Way

Saturday morning found me itching To (A7)get on over to (D)my grandma's kitchen Where the sweetest little berries (E7)were cooking up right And then we'd(A7) put them in a canning jar(D) and seal them up tight We were making (E7)jam(A7) Strawberry If you want the best (E7)jam(A7) You've gotta make (D)your own Now we've (D)got Smucker's, (E7)Welches, Knotts Berry Farm But a little (A7)homemade jam never (D)did a body no harm A little local motion(E) is all that we need To (A7)close down these corporate(D) jam factories We'll be making (E7)jam(A7) Strawberry (E7)jam(A7) If you want the best (E7)jam(A7) You've gotta make (D)your own We've got a little revolution(E7) sweeping the land Now once (A7)more everybody's (D)making homemade jam So call your friends up on (E7)the telephone (A7)Invite 'em on over and make (D)some jam of your own You'll be making (E7)jam(A7) Strawberry (E7)jam(A7) If you want the best (E7)jam(A7) You've gotta make (D)your own

You had a little drink Your (F)friends have (C)all (G)gone (F)Leaving(C) (G)you to find your weaving (D)way (G)home (F)What more (C)can I (G)do? There's a (F)chance (C)that I (G)may have to (F)Stand back and(C) watch you (G)find your own (D)weaving (G)way It's (F)not (C)the way you (G)talk That's (F)making (C)me (G)grieve It's (F)not the (C)way you (G)walk, it's the (D)way that you (G)weave It's (F)eating (C)you (G)inside And then (F)tossed out(C) like (G)a bone (F)Leaving(C) (G)you to find your weaving (D)way (G)home The (F)sun on (C)the (G)horizon Was (F)turning (C)dawn to (G)day (F)By the (C)time you (G)finally found your own (D)weaving (G)way Oh, I (F)love the (C)way you (G)laugh When I (F)ask (C)you to (G)leave I (F)swear that (C)I don't (G)love you for the way (D)that you (G)weave Forgive (D)me, my(G) friend Did I (D)forget to(G) mention? The path that (D)you have(G) chosen Is paved with (D)your (G)intention Touch a finger (D)to your (G)nose I (D)wish you (G)well Walk a (D)straight (G)line on the road (D)to (G)hell

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