Chased Old Satan through the Door
From: Bill Dilloff’s camp at Clifftop
I met old Satan through the door, and I hit him on the head with a two by four,
And I’m going to wear that starry crown, over there.
Chorus:
Over there, over there, I’m gonna wear that starry crown over there,
For I got no skillet and I got no lid,** and the ashcakes taste like shortening bread,
And I’m gonna wear that starry crown, over there.
I met old Satan down the lane, and I hit him in the head with a walking cane,
And I’m gonna wear that starry crown, over there.
I chased old Satan round the stump, and I gave him a kick for every jump,
And I’m gonna wear that starry crown, over there.
I met old Satan through the door, and I hit him on the head with a two by four,
And I’m going to wear that starry crown, over there.
Cider (Stillhouse)
From : Tom, Brad and Alice.Key of D.
You be the horse and I'll be the rider
Down to the stillhouse to get a little cider
chorus
Cider, cider, a little more cider
Down to the stillhouse to get a little cider
Hickory horse and a white oak saddle
And a pretty little gal ridin' a-straddle
Chorus
Sal went down to get a little cider
Little white dog run along 'side her
chorus
We rode down to the foot of the hill
If we hadn't come back we'd a-been there still
Chorus
Sal went down with me along 'side her
Down to the stillhouse to get a little cider
Chorus
Chorus
Structure:
AA Bverse B Bchorus B AA
Cluck Old Hen
Cluck old hen, cluck and sing
Ain't laid an egg since 'way last spring.
Cluck old hen, cluck and squall
Ain't laid an egg since 'way last fall.
My old hen's a good old hen
She lays eggs for the railroad men.
Sometimes one, sometimes two
Sometimes enough for the whole damn crew.
Sometimes nine, sometimes ten
That's enough eggs for the railroad men.
My old hen, she won't do
She lays eggs and taters too.
The old hen, she's raised on a farm
Now she's in the new ground, diggin' up corn.
The first time she cackled, she cackled a lot
Next time she cackled, cackled in the pot.
From: Vester Jones. Folkways 3811
The old hen cackled, she cackled in the lot
The next time she cackled, she cackled in the pot
The old hen cackled, she cackled for corn
The old hen cackled, now the chickens all gone
That old hen, she’s raised on a farm
Now she’s on new ground, digging up corn
From Brad Leftwich. Round Peak Style Clawhammer Banjo. Words from Tommy Jarrell. Key A
Cluclk old hen, cluck I said
Cluck old hen your widdies all dead
Cluck old hen, cluck for corn
Cluck old hen your widdies all gone
My old hen’s a good old hen
She lays eggs for railroad men
Sometimes one, sometimes two
Sometimes enough for the whole dang crew
I had an old he, she had a wooden leg
The best dang hen that ever laid an egg
She laid more eggs than the hens around the barn
Another little drink wouldn’t do me no harm
Coo Coo The From: Old Time String Band Songbook. From Clarence Ashley
Gonna build me log cabin On the mountain so high
So I can see Willie as he goes on by
Jack of Diamonds Jack of Diamonds I know you of old
You robbed my poor pockets of my silver and gold
Oh, the Coo Coo she’s a pretty bird don’t I wish she was mine
She’d never drink water she’d always drink wine
I’ve played cards in England I’ve played cards in Spain
I’ll bet you five dollars I’ll beat you next game
Oh, the Coo Coo she’s a pretty bird she wobbles as she flies
She never hollers coo coo ‘til the fourth day of July
Cotton Eyed Joe From Brad Leftwich. Round Peak Style Clawhammer Banjo. Key A
Eighteen, nineteen, twenty years ago
Daddy had a man called Cotton-Eyed Joe
Chorus: where’d you come from, where’d you go?
Where’d you come from, Cotton-Eyed Joe?
He made him a fiddle and he made him a bow
And he made a little tune called Cotton-Eyed Joe
Cornstalk fiddle and a shoestring bow
And he played that tune called Cotton-Eyed Joe
You can hang up your fiddle and hang up your bow
Old Joe’s gone where the good folks go.
Cotton Eyed Joe From Volo Bogtrotters. Volo Bogtrotters Marimac 9024. Key of G
Structure: verse on first A, then A instrumental, sing chorus on first B, then instrumental B, then AABB between every verse/chorus
Don’t you remember, don’t you ?go?,
Daddy ?wuh? a man called Cotton –Eyed Joe
Chorus: where’d you come from, where’d you go?
Where’d you come from, Cotton-Eyed Joe?
Had not been for the Cotton-Eyed Joe
I’d have been married, some 40 years ago
I fell down stubbed my toe
Call for the doctor, Cotton-Eyed Joe
Cornstalk fiddle and a shoestring bow,
Played a little tune called Cotton-Eyed Joe
Wanted to go to meeting, but I didn’t get to go,
Had to stay home with the Cotton-Eyed Joe
Cripple Creek From: Skillet Lickers. Vetco LP
Roll my breeches to my knees
Going up Cripple Creek when I please
Going up Cripple Creek, going in a run
Going up Cripple Creek, have a little fun
Going up Cripple Creek, going in a whirl
Going up Cripple Creek to see my girl
Going up Cripple Creek, rain and sand
Going up Cripple Creek, to see my man
Roll my breeches to my knees
Going up Cripple Creek when I please
Going up Cripple Creek, going in a run
Going up Cripple Creek, have a little fun
Cripple Creek From Brad Leftwich. Round Peak Style Clawhammer Banjo. Words from Tommy Jarrell. Key A
Roll my breeches to my knees
Wade old Cripple Creek where I please
Oh me, oh my
Gonna wade old Cripple Creek till I die
Going up Cripple Creek, going in a run
Going up Cripple Creek, to have a little fun
Going up Cripple Creek, going all right
Going up Cripple Creek, Saturday night
Going up Cripple Creek, going in a whirl
Going up Cripple Creek to see my girl
Gals up Cripple Creek, a-laying in the shade
Getting all the money that a poor boy’s made
Gals up Cripple Creek, about half grown
They jump on the boys like a dog on a bone
Cumberland Gap From Gid Tanner and Skillet Lickers. On Hear those Southern Fiddle and Guitar Records. Rounder LP.
Chorus:
Me and my wife and my wife’s pap
Walked all the way to Cumberland Gap
Sal got mad, give her a slap
Said she’s going to Cumberland Gap
Chorus
Way down yonder sitting on a log
Finger on a trigger and eye on a hog
Chorus
Hack broke down and we’re going to fall
Down came my wife, hack and all
Chorus
She brought a horse, the darn thing balked
Then we had to get out and walk
Chorus
Tumblin Gap From Brad Leftwich Round Peak Clawhammer Banjo Book. Key E or D.
I’m going back to Tumblin Gap
To see my granny and my grandpap
I’ll save my money and I’ll buy me a farm
And raise sweet taters as long as your arm
Long as your arm, long as your arm
I’ll raise sweet taters as long as your arm
Old Aunt Kate, Old Aunt Sal
Old maid’s sure got a pretty little gal
Pretty little gal, pretty little gal
Old maid’s sure got a pretty little gal
Old Aunt Kate if you don’t care
Leave my demijohn sitting right there
And if it ain’t there when I get back
I’ll raise hell (or “sand”) in Tumblin Gap
I’ll lay down and take a little nap
Wake up sober in the Tumblin Gap
Tumblin Gap, Tumblin Gap
Wake up sober in the Tumblin Gap
Now when I die, don’t bury me at all
Just pickle my bones in alcohol
Lay my hands on top of my chest
And tell them pretty gal’s I’ve gone to rest
Cumberland Gap From Iron Mountain String Band
It ain’t too far to Cumberland Gap
Sixteen miles up there and back
Chorus:
Cumberland Gap it aint my home
Goin’ leave old Cumberland alone
Lay down boys, take a little ease
Have a little battle with the chiggers and fleas
Drove my mule to Cumberland Gap
She went up there and she won’t come back
First white man in the Cumberland Gap
(three wise men in…….)
Me and Dad, my old Grandpap
Lay down boys, take a little nap
You’ll all wake up in Cumberland Gap
Daniel Boone on the Pinnacle Rock
Shootin’ down the Injun’s with his old flintlock