Oh my little Darling Key A
Well, oh my little Darling, now don’t you weep and cry
Some sweet day a coming, gonna marry you and I
Oh my little darling, now don’t you weep and moan
Some sweet day a coming, gonna carry my baby home
Well, up and down the railroad, by the county line
Pretty little girl a laughing, my wife she’s always crying
Well, oh my little darling, don’t you weep and cry
Some sweet day a coming, gonna marry you and I
Well, Jimmy tow the wagon, Jimmy hold the line
Bust my sides a laughing, to see them horses trying
Oh my little Darling, Now don’t you weep and cry
Some sweet day a coming, gonna marry you and I
Up and down the railroad, by the county line
Pretty little girl a laughing, my wife she’s always crying.
Old And Only In The Way From Charlie Poole
When you walk along the street, how often times you’ll meet
Some poor old man who's getting old and gray
With age is back is bent, in his pockets not a cent
And for shelter he has no place to stay
His relations by the score, they'll turn him from the door
They'll see him on the street and pass him by
If you ask them why they do, they'll turn and say to you
"He is poor, he's gray, he's only in the way."
cho:
Now let us cheer them on, for they won't be with us long
Don't quarrel with them because they're old and gray
Just remember while you're young that to you old age will come
When you'll be old and gray, and only in the way.
There was a time, I hear, when youth was not so queer
But since that time there's been an awful change
Young men with strength and might to their parents they bring strife
If it happens every day that's nothing strange
In shackles they did toil, their children they did spoil
As sure for death ofttimes they do pray
He and his faithful wife were toiling all their life
To find they're old and only in the way
Now my message, I am sure, is for rich as well as poor
Take a rich man when he's growing old
His relations 'round him stand, and take him by the hand
They all want him to die, they want his gold
Through life he did enjoy all the things that gold can buy
But all his gold, his life it could not save
After all he's like the poor when his journey's nearly o'er
He finds he's old and only in the way
Old Grey Cat on the Tennessee Farm From Highwoods String Band. Fire on the Mountain Rounder 0023. Key Eb
Instrumental A x1
Verse (A) 1. Just talk to the man, that ?can if you will ?
Farm in the valley of the Tennessee hill
Instrumental Ax1
Chorus to B music
Big cat spit in the little cat’s eye, little cat, little cat don’t you cry
Instrumental B x1
I’ll ?get a jug of liquor and we’ll all take a dram, I’m a-gonna tell you pretty Polly Ann
Instrumental B x1
2. Cattle in the Ranch, pig in the pen,
Sheep in the pasture, and ?weed in the bin?
Break
3. Wagon in the shed, ?porter? in the yard
Meat in the smoke house, a big tub of lard
4. Fruit in the cellar, cheese on the board
Big sack of coffee, sugar in the gourd
5. Horses in the stable, money’s in the pocket
Babies’ in the cradle, and the ?partridge on the ?locket
Chorus and end
The instrumental breaks are AABB.
Old Jimmy Sutton From Brad Leftwich. Round Peak Clawhammer Banjo. Key of A. Words from Tommy Jarrell
Sheep, sheep, sheep and mutton
If you can’t dance that you can’t dance nothing
And a baa!
Baa! Old Jimmy Sutton
We’ll kill us a sheep and eat the mutton
And save the tail for old Jimmy Sutton
And a baa!
Baa!. Old Jimmy Sutton
Old Joe Bone From: Carter Brothers and Son . Key A on Document DOCD 8009.
Verse1
My wife died in Tennessee
But sent her jawbone back to me
Laid that jawbone on that fence
And I ain’t been back for to see it since
Chorus
Walk Jawbone (or Joe bone)
Ginny come along
And in steps Sally with the bootees on.
V2
Da da da la daa
Dee da da dada daa
Da da laa de diddle diddle der dee on
(walk) Jawbone walk, jawbone talk
Jawbone eat with a knife and fork
I laid that jawbone on that fence
And I ain’t back for to see it since
Walk jawbone, (or Joe Bone)
Ginny come along
And in steps Sally with the red dress on
Da da la da da
Dee lada dada laa
Da da lada diddle diddle doo dee oh
Daa da laa da
Dee diddle diddle daa
In steps Sally with the blue dress on
Pope’s Arkansas Mountaineers version:
Jawbone walks in the mire, too
High's my head and higher, too.
Walk Jawbone, and walk away
Walk jawbone both night and day
Old Joe Clark From: Joe Newberry and Tar Heel Hotshots. Mount Airy 1992
Old Joe Clark’s a preacher man
He preached all over the …….
The only ?song? he ever knew
Was ?hallowed……………/
I went round to Old Joe’s house
And sat down at his table
I eat so much of the hog eyed meat
The grease ran out of my navel
Chorus:
Fare you well, Old Joe Clark
Goodbye Betty Brown
Fare you well, Old Joe Clark
I’m bound to leave this town
I went down to Old Joe’s house
And found him sick in bed
I put my fingers down his throat
And pulled out a chicken head
From:Uncle Charlie Osborne. 100 Years Farther On. JA0064C
Old Joe Clark, he got sick
And what do you reckon ailed him
Drunk six quarts of possum soup
And then his stomach failed him
Fare you well Old Joe Clark
Goodbye little Betsy Brown
Fare you well, Old Joe Clark
I’m going to leave this town
I went down to Joe Clark’s house
He invited me in for supper
Stubbed my toe on the table leg
And stuck my nose in the butter
From Pete Seeger book. How to play the five string banjo
Old Joe Clark the preacher’s son
Preached all over the plain
The only text he ever knew
Was “high, low, jack and the game”
Old Joe Clark had a mule
His name was Morgan Brown
And every tooth in that mules head
Was sixteen inches round
Old Joe Clark had a yellow cat
She would neither sing nor pray
She stuck her head in the buttermilk jar
And washed her sins away
Old Joe Clark had a house
Fifteen stories high
And every story in that house
Was filled with chicken pie
I went down to old Joe’s house
He invited me in to supper
I stumped my toe on the table leg
And stuck my nose in the butter
Now I wouldn’t marry a widder
Tell you the reason why
She’d have so many children
They’d make those biscuits fly
Sixteen horses in my team
The leaders they are blind
And every time the sun goes down
There’s a pretty girl on my mind
Eighteen miles of mountain road
And fifteen miles of sand
If I ever travel this road again
I’ll be a married man
I wish I had a sweetheart
I’d put her on a shelf
And every time she’d smile at me
I’d get up there myself
Well, I wouldn’t marry that old maid
I’ll tell you the reason why
Her neck’s so long and stringy, boys
I fear she’d never die
And I wouldn’t marry an old schoolteacher
Tell you the reason why
She blows her nose in old cornbread
And call it pumpkin pie
From: Da Costa Woltz Southern Broadcasters
I went to see my honey babe
She’s standing in the door
Shoes and stockings in her hand
And her feet all over the floor
Fare you well, Old Joe Clark
Goodbye Betsy Brown
Fare you well, Old Joe Clark
I’m bound to leave this town
Never marry an old maid, boys
I’ll tell you the reason why
Her neck’s so long and stringy, boys
I’m afraid she’ll never die
Old Joe Clark’s a ………………?(grand old rogue)
I’ll tell you the reason why
Dashed through my field the other day
And throwed down all my rye
I also remember a verse about
Old Joe Clark’s a ………………?(grand old rogue)
Old Joe Clark will steal
?
From Back Home In The Blue Ridge
I don’t like old Joe Clark
I’ll tell you the reason why
Ran through my field the other day
Flattened all my Rye
Chorus: Fare you well Old Joe Clark
Goodbye Betty Brown
Fare you well Old Joe Clark
I’m going to leave this town
I used to live on a mountainside
Now I live in town
Working in that big hotel
Courting Betty Brown
Old Joe Clark’s a fine old man
So is Betty Brown
Old Joe Clarks a fine old man
……………………………..down
Old Molly Hair From Old Time String Band Songbook
Old Molly Hair, what you doing there
Running down the road just as hard as I can tear
Run down one, run down two
Run down one, and give it to you
Step back step back, daddy shot a bear
Shot him in the eye and he never touched a hair
Old Molly Hair, what you doing there
Sitting on the hillside, eating on a bear
Jump up, jump up, yonder comes a bear
Coming down the hillside as hard as he can tear
Look back, look back daddy shot a bear
Shot him in the eye and he never touched a hair
Old Molly Hair, if you don’t care
Leave my liquor jug setting right there
Old Molly Hair, she took a spell
Kicked my liquor jug all to ----
Step back step back, daddy shot a bear
Shot him in the eye and he never touched a hair
Old Molly Hair, what you doing there
Running through the briar patch as hard as I can tear
I’d rather be here than to be back there
Big ball of cuckleberries tangled in my hair
Step back step back, daddy shot a bear
Shot him in the eye and he never touched a hair
From Brad Leftwich. Round Peak Style Clawhammer Banjo. Words from Tommy Jarrell. Key D
Old Molly Hair, what’ya doing there
Sitting on the hillside, shooting at a bear
Old Molly Hair, what’ya doing there
Running through the cotton patch as hard as I can tear
From Mudcat
Old Molly Hair, What're you doin' there?
Sittin on a haystack , Shootin' at a bear.
Shot at one Shot at two
Shot at another one, An' give it to you.
Old Molly Hair, What're you doin' there?
Sittin on a butter dish, Pickin' out a hair.
Picked out one, Picked out two
Picked out another one , An' give it to you.
Old Molly Hair, What're you doin' there?
Sittin in a corner, Smokin' a segar.
I lit one, I lit two
I lit another one, An' give it to you.
Old Paint From Newsgroup 7 Jan 2002
Farewell, dear ladies, I'm leavin' Cheyenne,
Farewell, dear ladies, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne,
Goodbye, my little Doney, my pony won't stand.
CHORUS:
Paint, old Paint, I'm leavin' Cheyenne.
Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne.
Paint's a good pony, and she paces when she can.
In the middle of the ocean there grows a great tree,
And I'll never prove false to the girl who loves me.
(CHORUS)
We'll set down the blanket on the green and grassy ground,
And the horses and the cattle are grazin' all around.
(CHORUS)
My feet's in the stirrups, my bridle's in my hand.
Goodbye, my little Annie, I'm leavin' Cheyenne.
(CHORUS)
Farewell, dear ladies, I'm leavin' Cheyenne.
Farewell, dear ladies, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne.
Goodbye, my little Doney, my pony won't stand.
(CHORUS)
On A Cold Winter's Night
On a cold winter's night, not a star was in sight
And the north wind kept howlin' down the line
With his sweetheart so dear stood a brave engineer
With his orders to pull old Number Nine
He kissed her goodbye with a tear in her eye
For the joy in his heart he could not hide
And the whole world seemed bright when she told him that night
That tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride
As the train rolled along and the wheels hummed a song
And the black smoke came pouring down the stack
His headlight that gleamed seemed so bright as he dreamed
Of tomorrow when he'd be coming back
Round the corner of the hill his brave heart stood still
A headlight was shining in his face
He whispered a prayer as he threw on the air
For he knew that would be his final race
In the wreck he was found laying there on the ground
And he asked them to raise his weary head
And his breath slowly went; it was a message he sent
To a maiden who thought that she'd be wed
"There's a little white home that I bought for our own
Where I knew we'd be happy bye and bye
Oh I leave it to you for I know you'll be true ,
Till we meet at the Golden Gates , Goodbye
One More Dollar Composer Gillian Welch. Revival. Played on CD in F capo 5 (in C) or 3 (in D).
A long time ago I left my home
For a job in the fruit trees
But I missed those hills with the windy pines
For their song seemed to suit me
So I sent my wages to my home
And said we'd soon be together
For the next good crop would pay my way
And I would come home forever
CHORUS:
One more dime to show for my day
One more dollar and I'm on my way
When I reach those hills, boys, I'll never roam
One more dollar and I'm going home
No work said the boss at the bunk house door,
There's a freeze on the branches,
So when the dice came out at the bar downtown,
I rolled and I took my chances
(CHORUS)
A long time ago I left my home
Just a boy passing twenty
Could you spare a coin and a Christian prayer
For my luck has turned against me
(CHORUS)
One more dollar, boys I'm going home
One More Dollar Composer Gillian Welch. Revival Key F
A long time ago I left my home
For a job in the fruit trees
But I missed those hills with the windy pines
For their song seemed to suit me
So I sent my wages to my home
Said we'd soon be together
For the next good crop would pay my way
And I would come home forever
One more dime to show for my day
One more dollar and I'm on my way
When I reach those hills, boys
I'll never roam
One more dollar and I'm going home
No work said the boss at the bunk house door
There's a freeze on the branches
So when the dice came out at the bar downtown
I rolled and I took my chances
One more dime to show for my day
One more dollar and I'm on my way
When I reach those hills, boys
I'll never roam
One more dollar and I'm going home
A long time ago I left my home
Just a boy passing twenty
Could you spare a coin and a Christian prayer
For my luck has turned against me
One more dime to show for my day
One more dollar and I'm on my way
When I reach those hills, boys
I'll never roam
One more dollar and I'm going home
One more dollar
Boys I'm going home
Verse