Tanner's Boarding House
I'm just a country fellow from way out in the sticks;
I have a lot of trouble, I get a lot of kicks;
I raise my cotton and corn, I never owned a Ford;
I run the boardin' house where the folks don't pay no board.
CHORUS:
My boardin' house, my boardin' house, it sits up on the hill;
Now come along and join us all, and you're welcome if you will;
Eat corn bread and 'taters, too, and drink out of a gourd;
My boardin' house, my boardin' house, where the folks don't pay no
board.
"Great Goodness! ha ha ha ha ha!"
There is a lot of people, sometimes they make me blue;
They stay with me all the summer, and spend the winter, too;
They brag about how well they live when they are up in town,
But when my grocery bill comes due, they never are around.
"Great Goodness! ha ha ha ha ha!"
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CHORUS
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Hunt and fish all day 'til they're out of breath;
Come home to supper, perished 'most to death;
Eat my ham and middlin's too, they certainly have suffish;
And rush right on off to bed, and never wash a dish.
(INSTR.)
"Great Goodness! ha ha ha ha ha!"
CHORUS
"By Jesus, I'm gone!"
Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb
No gold plated sign in a marble pillared room
The one thing I want when they lay me in the ground
When I die tear my stillhouse down
Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
Don't leave no trace of the hiding place
Where I made that evil stuff
For all my time and money no profit did I see
That old copper kettle was the death of me
When I was a child way back in the hills
I laughed at the men who tended those stills
But that old mountain shine, it caught me somehow
When I die tear my stillhouse down
Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
Don't leave no trace of the hiding place
Where I made that evil stuff
For all my time and money no profit did I see
That old copper kettle was the death of me
Oh tell all your children that Hell ain't no dream
'Cause Satan he lives in my whisky machine
And in my time of dying I know where I'm bound
So when I die tear my stillhouse down
Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
Don't leave no trace of the hiding place
Where I made that evil stuff
For all my time and money no profit did I see
That old copper kettle was the death of me
Tell Her To Come Back Home From Uncle Dave Macon and his Fruit Jar Drinkers. On Rounder 1033. Tennessee Strings.
Same tune as Cindy. Key of G on record
(Sing on First A)
Feeling sad and lonesome, I’ll tell you the reason why
Just last Monday morning, my Doney said goodbye
(Straight into chorus on B part)
Oh my love, oh my love,
Oh my love, tell her to come back home
A2,B2 instrumental between every verse
When we were married, Bought her everything she need
She got so awful greedy, she wanted everything she seed
Oh my love, oh my love,Oh my love, tell her to come back home
Coffee grows on white oak trees, the river flows with brandy
The hillside’s lined with ginger cake, my Doney’s sweet as candy
Oh my love, oh my love, Oh my love, tell her to come back home
I will ride the old grey horse, you may ride the roan
If you see my Doney, tell her I’m sitting at home
Oh my love, oh my love, Oh my love, tell her to come back home
Took my Girl A Walking From Charlie Poole
I took my girl a-walkin’, it was on one Saturday night
I took my girl a-walkin’, and the moon was shining bright
I asked if she’d marry me, and this is what she said,
She said she wouldn’t marry me, if the rest of the world were dead
Chorus:
I ain’t got nobody, I’m just as blue as can be
I ain’t got nobody, to make a big fuss of me
If I don’t get somebody, I’ll go back to the farm
Milk the cows and chickens, and don’t give a golly gosh darn.
I took my girl a-walkin’, it was on one Saturday night
I took my girl a-walkin’, and the moon was shining bright
I asked if she’d kiss me, and this is what she said,
She said she wouldn’t kiss me, so I kissed her instead
Chorus
Train on the Island
Train on the island, since I heard it squeal
Go tell my true love, I can’t roll the wheel
I can’t roll the wheel, love, it’s I can’t roll the wheel.
Thought he heard it blow love, He thought he heard it blow
Train on the island, since I heard it blow
Go tell my true love, sick and I can’t go
Sick, and I can’t go, and I can’t roll the wheel
Train on the island, since I’ve heard it squeal
Go tell my true love, how happy I do feel
Thought he heard it blow, love, Thought he heard it blow
Train on the Island cnt.
Train on the island, since I‘ve heard it blow
Go tell my true love, long as I can go
Long as I can go
Lord, he thought he heard it blow
Train on the island, since I‘ve heard it blow
Go tell my true love, sick and I can’t go
Sick, and I can’t go, love, sick and I can’t go
Thought he heard it blow, love, Thought he heard it blow
From Brad Leftwich. Round Peak Style Clawhammer Banjo. Words from Tommy Jarrell. Key A
Train on the island, can’t you hear it blow?
Go and tell that pretty little gal I ain’t coming back no more (2x)