Ginseng Blues Kentucky Ramblers
Ain't a-gonna dig no ginseng,
Well I ain't a-gonna hunt no crow, (?)
Ain't gonna do a doggone thing
But love my dear sweet Mama,
O, you can't read my mind.
When you think I'm loving you, Mama,
I'm quitting you all the time.
(Yodel)
My home ain't here,
It's down in Caroline,
I got two chillun down in Georgia,
But they sho' ain't mine, sweet Mama,
O, you can't read my mind (etc.)
I got a girl in Georgia,
One in Dixie,too.
If you treat me mean,sweet Mama,
Turn my back on you, good baby,
O, you can't read my mind (etc).
Ain't gonna work no tipple,
Ain't gonna load no coal,
Put my head out the window,
Watch the drivers roll, sweet Mama,
O, you can't read my mind (etc).
Golden Slippers James A. Bland key G.
Oh, my golden slippers are laid away,
'Cause I don't 'spect to wear 'em till my wedding day
And my long tail coat that I love so well,
I will wear up in the chariot in the morn.
And my long white robe that I bought last June
I'm gonna get changed 'cause it fits too soon,
And the old grey horse that I used to drive,
I will hitch him to the chariot in the morn.
cho: Oh, them golden slippers, oh, them golden slippers,
Golden slippers I'm gonna wear, because they look so neat.
Oh, them golden slippers, oh, them golden slippers,
Golden slippers I'm a- gonna wear, to walk the golden street.
Oh, my ol' banjo hangs on the wall,
'Cause it ain't been tuned since' way last fall,
But the folks all say we'll have a good time,
When we ride up in the chariot in the morn.
There's old Brother Ben an' his sister Luce,
They will telegraph the news to Uncle Bacco Juice
What a great camp meetin' there will be that day
When we ride up in the chariot in the morn.
So, it's good-bye, children, I will have to go,
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
And your Ulster coats, why, you will not need,
When you ride up in the chariot in the morn;
But your golden slippers must be nice and clean
And your age must be just sweet sixteen,
And your white kid gloves you will have to wear:
When you ride up in the chariot in the morn.
Got A Little Home To Go To From: Tom, Brad and Alice. From Collins Family Oklahoma. Key G; fiddle in GDAD
Saddle old Mike I tell you
I'm goin' away to leave you
I'm goin' back to Texas
To eat cornbread and molasses
chorus:
Got a little home to go to
Got a little home to go to
Got a little home to go to
I've got a little home to go to
Rabbit where's your mammy
Tell me where's your mammy
I ain't got time to tell you
I'm goin' to Alabammy
repeat chorus
Saddle old Mike I tell you
I'm goin' away to leave you
I'm goin' back to Arkansas
To eat cornbread and possum jaw
repeat chorus
Rabbit where's your mammy
Tell me where's your mammy
I ain't got time to tell you
The greyhound's right behind me
repeat chorus (twice)
Structure: 2A, 2B, Asung, Ainstr, Bchorus, Binstr. etc
Great Titanic The From: Tom, Brad and Alice
On one Sunday morning just about twelve o'clock
The great ship Titanic lord began to reel and rock
People on board began to cry saying my Lord I'm bound to die
Wasn't it sad when that great ship went down
chorus:
Awful sad when the great boat went down
Husbands and wives little children lost their lives
Wasn't it sad when the great boat went down
Builders they kept building declared what they would do
Gonna build a boat that the waters couldn't break through
God with mighty power in hand showed to the world it could not stand
Wasn't it sad when that great boat went down
The Great Titanic continued
repeat chorus
Ship was leaving England just pulling for the shore
The rich they declared that they would not ride with the poor
So they put the poor below they's the first ones had to go
Wasn't it sad when that great ship went down
repeat chorus
repeat chorus
Gum Tree Canoe From: Tom, Brad and Alice
On the Tom Big Bee River so bright I was born
In a hut made of husks of the tall yellow corn
It was there that I first met my Julah so true
And I rowed her around in the gum tree canoe
chorus
Sing row away row o'er the waters so blue
Like a feather we'll float in my gum tree canoe
Sing row away row o'er the waters so blue
Like a feather we'll float in my gum tree canoe
All day in the fields of soft cotton I'd hoe
And think of my Julah and sing as I go
I'd catch her a bird with a wing of true blue
And at night row her around in the gum tree canoe
repeat chorus
With my hand on my banjo and my toe on the oar
I would sing her a song to the river's soft roar
While the bright stars shone down on my Julah so true
And they danced in her eyes in the gum tree canoe
repeat chorus
One day the old river took us so far away
That we couldn't get back so we thought we'd just stay
We spied a tall ship with a flag of true blue
And she took us in tow in the gum tree canoe
repeat chorus