Aint No Ash Will Burn.
Chorus:
Love is a precious thing, I’m told
Burns just like West Virginia gold
But when the fire dies down it’s cold
There ain’t no ash will burn
I have seen snow that fell in May
And I have seen rain on cloudless days
Some things always bound to change
There ain’t no ash will burn
Chorus
You say this life is not your life
Well I can’t be something that I’m not
We can’t stoke a fire that we ain’t got
There ain’t no ash will burn
Chorus
In every life there comes a time
When there are no more tears to cry
You must leave something dear behind
There ain’t no ash will burn
Chorus
There is one lesson I have learnt………….. (pause)
There ain’t no ash will burn
All Go Hungry Hash House
There's a hotel in the city as we climb the golden stair
And they serve the hash upon the second floor
There's a graveyard in the cellar, a doctor's office in the parlour
And the undertaker keeps his shop next door
[Touch me not ?] was on the teacups, skeleton crossbones on the plates
[The ? rises on that turkey you could spell??]
Oh the biscuits they are named and I'm going to have them framed
At that all-go-round hash house where I dwell
Oh the doughnuts they are wooden and we have limburger pudding
We kneel in prayer before we go to grub
If you chance to get a breeze of that ambolonia (?) cheese
You'd have swore somebody had hit you with a club
That hotel where I stay it is turning my hair grey
For the landlord is always full of beer
Oh the beds the bugs have rented and the air was sweetly scented
By an old-fashioned tan yard in the rear
Oh [the salt fish ?] they are marked, if you touch them they will bark
They are relics sent from ? on the Rhine
All the boarders have the croup, caused from drinking frozen soup
At that all-go-hungry hash house where I dine
They have india rubber pickles, extra sizes for the cripple
And a dinner bell and gong they can't afford
When they open up the gate, we come tripping on roller skates
At that all-go-hungry hash house where I board
There's a woman called a duchess, brings her coffee in on crutches
And her cake looks like the sponge is petrified
Oh the pies they're old and grey, they were tackled by a jay
Who went right out and committed suicide
The molasses are made of paint, if you smell them you will faint
They were yellow and dished up in a gourd
Oh the eggs are made to match, if you touch them they will hatch
At that all-go-hungry hash house where I board
All Go Hungry Hash House
Ernest Stoneman -- Edison
There's a hotel in the city
As we climb the golden stairs,
And they serve the hash upon the second floor.
There's a graveyard in the cellar,
Doctor's office in the parlor,
And the undertaker keeps his shop next door.
"Touch-me-not" was on the teacups,
Skeleton and crossbones on the plates,
"Carve me right" is on turkey you could spell.
Oh, the biscuits they are named,
And I'm going to have them framed
At that all-go-hungry hash house where I dwell.
Oh, the doughnuts, they are wooden,
And we have limburger puddin';
We kneel in prayer before we go to grub.
If you chance to get a breeze
Of that ham, baloney or cheese,
You'd have swore somebody'd hit you with a club.
That hotel where I stay,
It is turning my hair grey,
For the landlord is always full of beer.
Oh, the beds the bugs have rented,
And the air was sweetly scented
By an old-fashioned tanyard in the rear.
Oh the sausage, they are marked,
If you touch them, they will bark;
They are relics sent from Bingen-on-the-Rhine.
All the boarders have the croup,
Caused from drinking frozen soup
At that all-go-hungry hash house where I dine.
They have India-rubber pickles,
Exercises for the cripples,
And a dinner bell and gong they can't afford.
When they open up the gate
We come skipping on roller skates
At that all-go-hungry hash house where I board.
There's a woman called the Duchess,
Brings the coffee in on crutches,
And the cake looks like a sponge that's petrified.
Oh, the pies are old and grey,
They were tackled by a jay
Who went right out and committed suicide.
The molasses are made of paint,
If you smell them you will faint;
They were yellow and dished up in a gourd.
Oh the eggs are made to mash,
If you touch them, they will hatch,
At that all-go-hungry hash house where I board.
Angel Band
My latest sun is sinking fast, my race is nearly run.
My strongest trials now are past, my triumph is begun.
Chorus; Oh, come, Angel Band, come and around me stand.
Oh bear me away on your snowy wings to my immortal home,
Oh bear me away on your snowy wings to my immortal home.
I know I'm near the holy ranks of friends and kindred dear.
I brush the dew on Jordan's banks, the crossing must be near.
I've almost gained my heavenly home, my spirit loudly sings.
The holy ones, behold they come, I hear the noise of wings.
Oh bear my longing heart to him who bled and died for me.
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin, and gives me victory.
Angelina Baker
From Dwight Diller - Elzics Farewell. In key of D
Angelina Baker, lived near the village green
The way I always loved her, beats all you’ve ever seen
Her father was a baker, they called him Uncle Sam
I never can forget her, no matter where I am
Chorus:
Angelina Baker, age of 43
I gave her candy by the peck, but she wont marry me
Angelina Baker, left me here alone
Left me hear to weep a tear and play on the old jaw bone
Said she couldn’t do hard work, because she was not stout
Baked her biscuits every day, poured her coffee out
Chorus
Sixteen horses in my team, the old grey went before
Almost broke Angelina’s heart, to hear the wagons roll
Angelina Baker, Angeline I know
Wish I’d married Angeline, twenty years ago
Chorus
Bought Angeline a brand new dress, neither black nor brown
It was the colour of a stormy cloud, before the rain pour down
Sixteen horses in my team, the leader he was blind
I came close to dying when they sold my Angeline
Chorus
Angelina Baker. Alternative words
Angelina Baker, age of 23
Prettiest little girl in the whole wide world, but she won’t marry me
Angelina Baker, age of 33
I got down on bended knee, the day she married me
Angelina Baker, age of 43
Chidren playing round her feet, and a banjo on her knee
Angelina Baker, prettiest little girl alive
She says that she’s twenty three, but I know she’s forty five.
Annabelle
From Gillian Welch Revival CD Acony
Key Am.
Chords Verse: Am, F ,E7; Am
Chorus; F, C, G7, Am
We lease twenty acres and one Ginny mule
From the Alabama Trust
For half of the cotton and a third of the corn
We get a handful of dust
Chorus
We cannot have all things to please us
No matter how we try
Until we’ve all gone to Jesus
We can only wonder why
I had a daughter called her Annabelle
She’s the apple of my eye
Tried to give her something like I never had
Didn’t want to ever hear her cry
Chorus
When I’m dead and buried
I’ll take a hard life of tears
From every day I’ve ever known
Anna’s in the churchyard she got no life at all
She only got these words on a
stone
Chorus
Are You Washed In The Blood Of The Lamb,
Words & Music: Elisha A. Hoffman, Spiritual Songs for Gospel Meetings and the Sunday
School (Cleveland, Ohio: Barker & Smellie, 1878)
Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Refrain
Are you washed in the blood,
In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb?
Are your garments spotless? Are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Are you walking daily by the Savior’s side?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Do you rest each moment in the Crucified?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Refrain
When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright,
And be washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Refrain
Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin,
And be washed in the blood of the Lamb;
There’s a fountain flowing for the soul unclean,
O be washed in the blood of the Lamb!