Songs

Dona

Dona (Donovan)

Am  E   Am    E
On a wagon bound for market,
Am    Dm     Am    E
There's a calf with a mournful eye.
Am  E    Am    E
High above him there's a swallow,
Am   Dm   Am   E  Am
Winging swiftly through the sky.

<chorus>:
G         C  Am
How the winds are laughing,
   G          C
They laugh with all their might.
G          C     Am
Laugh and laugh the whole day through,
  E         Am
And half the summer's night. (Dona, dona)
E         Am
Dona, dona, dona, dona,
G         C
Dona, dona, dona, doe.
E         Am
Dona, dona, dona, dona,
E         Am
Dona, dona, dona, doe.

 Am   E     Am    E
"Stop complaining!" said the farmer,
 Am    Dm  Am   E
"Who told you a calf to be?
Am    E    Am    E
Why don't you have wings to fly with,
Am    Dm     Am  E  Am
Like the swallow so proud and free?"

<chorus>

Am     E   Am    E
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Am  Dm     Am   E
Never knowing the reason why.
Am   E  Am    E
But whoever treasures freedom,
Am    Dm     Am   E Am
Like the swallow has learned to fly.

<chorus>

Tom Dooley

Tom Dooley (Kingston Trio)

<chorus>:
C              G7
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, hang down your head and cry.
G7            F  C
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, poor boy you're bound to die.

 C            G7
I met her on the mountain, and there I took her life,
 G7         F  C
I met her on the mountain, stabbed her with my knife.

<chorus>

C           G7
Hand me down my banjo, I'll pick it on my knee,
G7        F  C
This time tomorrow, it'll be no use to me.

<chorus>

C          G7
This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be?
  G7          F  C
If it hadn't a been for Grayson, I'd a been in Tennessee.

<chorus>

C          G7
This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be?
G7           F   C
Down in some lonesome valley, hangin' from a white oak tree.

<chorus>

Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

reck of the Edmund Fitzgerald (Gordon Lightfoot)

  Asus2          Em
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down 
    G       D       Asus2
Of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee"
  Asus2          Em
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
     G     D      Asus2
When the skies of November turn gloomy
    Asus2            Em
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
     G     D       Asus2
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
   Asus2          Em
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
     G    D       Asus2
When the gales of November came early. 

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'.
"Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya."
At seven PM a main hatchway caved in, he said
"Fellas, it's been good t'know ya"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when its lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee".
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early!

Five Hundred Miles

Five Hundred Miles (Kingston Trio)

  C     Am   Dm    F
If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone.
  G         -G7
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
   C    Am
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
   Dm    F
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
  G    G7    C
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

   C    Am   Dm    F
Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four
   G        -G7
Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home.
    C     Am
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles,
    Dm     F
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles,
   G   G7   C
Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home.

  C   Am   Dm   F
Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name,
  G      -G7
Lord I can't go home this-a-way.
  C   Am
This-a-way, this-a-way,
  Dm   F
This-a-way, this-a-way,
  G  G7   C
Lord I can't go home this-a-way.

(repeat "If you miss ...")

Frankie and Johnnie

Frankie And Johnnie G G7 Frankie and Johnnie were lovers, oh Lordy how they could love. C G They swore to be true to each other, true as the stars above. D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. G G7 Frankie and Johnnie went walking, Johnnie in his brand new suit. C G Then "Oh good Lord," says Frankie, "don't my Johnnie look real cute!" D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. G G7 Frankie she was a good woman, as everybody knows. C G Spent a hundred dollars just to buy her man some clothes. D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. G G7 Frankie went down to the corner just for a bucket of beer, C G She said to the fat bartender, "Has my loving Johnnie been here?" D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong.

G G7 "I don't want to tell you no stories, and I don't want to tell you no lies, C G But I saw your man about an hour ago with gal named Nellie Bly. D-D7 G If he's your man, he's a-doin' you wrong." G G7 Frankie went down to the hotel, didn't go there for fun. C G Underneath her kimono she carried a forty-four gun. D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. G G7 Frankie looked over the transom and found to her great surprise C G There on the bed sat Johnnie a-lovin' up Nellie Bly. D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. G G7 Now the first time that Frankie shot Johnnie he let out an awful yell. C G Second time she shot him, there was a new man's face in hell. D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. G G7 "Roll me over so easy, roll me over so slow,

C G Roll me over on the right side, 'cause the left side hurts me so." D-D7 G He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. G G7 The judge said to the jury, "It's as plain as plain can be. C G This woman shot her lover, it's murder in the second degree. D-D7 G He was her man, tho' he was doin' her wrong. G G7 This story has no moral, this story has no end. C G This story only goes to show that there ain't no good in men. D-D7 G They'll do you wrong just as sure as you're born.

Worried Man Blues

Worried Man Blues (Kingston Trio)

<chorus>:
    C                   C7
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
  F                   C
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
  C
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
      G              C
I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long.

   C                     C7
I went across that river, and I lay down to sleep.
 F                     C
I went across that river, and I lay down to sleep.
 C
I went across that river, and I lay down to sleep.
    G                C
When I awoke, there were shackles on my feet.

<chorus>

And on each shackle were twenty-nine links of chain. (3x)

And on each link, were the initials of my name.

<chorus>

I asked the judge "What might be my fine?" (3x)

 "Twenty-one years on the Rocky Mountain line!"

<chorus>

The longest train I ever did see was a thousand coaches long. (3x)

And on that train, was my love and now she's gone.

<chorus>

If anyone should ask you who did write this song. (3x)

It was me, and I sing it all day long.

<chorus>

Waltzing Matilda

Waltzing Matilda

C   G  Am   F
Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
C   Em   G
Under the shade of a coolibah tree
  C   G   Am    F
And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled

<chorus>:
 C      G   C
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
C     F
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
C      G
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."

  C   G   Am    F
And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled,
 C      G   C
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."

C   G   Am   F
Down came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong,
C    Em   G
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee.
  C   G   Am    F
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag,

<chorus>

  C   G   Am    F
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
 C      G   C
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."

C   G   Am    F
Up rode the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred
C    Em  G
Down came the troopers, one, two, three.
 C     G  Am     F
"Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag?"

<chorus>

 C     G  Am     F
"Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag?"
 C      G   C
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."

C    G  Am    F
Up jumped the swagman, sprang into the billabong
 C   Em  G
"You'll never catch me alive," said he
  C   G   Am   F
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong,

<chorus>

  C   G   Am   F
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong,
 C      G   C
"You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me."

This Land is Your Land (Woodie Guthrie)

This Land Is Your Land (Woody Guthrie)

<chorus>:
D7   G      D
 This land is your land, this land is my land,
   A7      D -D7
From California to the New York Island,
     G       D
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters,
A7        D
This land was made for you and me.

D7   G      D
 As I went walking that ribbon of highway,
  A7     D -D7
I saw above me that endless skyway.
  G     D
I saw below me that golden valley.
A7        D
This land was made for you and me.

<chorus>

D7    G      D
 I've roamed and rambled, and followed my footsteps,
     A7     D  -D7
O'er the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts.
   G      D
And all around me this voice came sounding,
 A7        D
"This land was made for you and me."

<chorus>

D7    G        D
 I followed your low hills, and I followed your cliff rims,
   A7      D  -D7
Your marble canyons and sunny bright waters,
    G      D
This voice came calling, as the fog was lifting,
 A7        D
"This land was made for you and me."

<chorus>

D7    G     D
 As the sun was a-shining and I was strolling
       A7       D  -D7
Through the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rolling.
    G     D
I could feel inside me and see all 'round me,
 A7        D
"This land was made for you and me."

<chorus>

Streets of Laredo

Streets Of Laredo (Kingston Trio)

 C  F   C   G
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
 C  F  C  G
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
 C    F   C    G
I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen,
  Am   Dm  G   C
Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay.

 C   F   C   G
"I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy,"
  C   F  C    G
These words he did say as I boldly walked by.
  C   F   C   G
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story,
 Am   Dm   G   C
I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die."

  C   F  C   G
"It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing,
 C   F  C   G
Was once in the saddle I used to go gay.
C   F    C   G
First to the dram-house and then to the card-house,
 Am   Dm    G  C
Got shot in the breast and I'm dying today."

  C   F   C  G
"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin,
 C   F   C  G
Get six pretty maidens to carry my pall.
 C   F   C  G
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin,
Am  Dm   G    C
Roses to deaden the clods as they fall."

  C    F   C    G
"Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly,
C    F   C   G
Play the dead march as you carry me along.
  C   F   C   G
Take me to the green valley and lay the sod o'er me,
 Am   Dm   G    C
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong."

 C   F  C   G
"Go fetch me a cup, a cup of cold water,
 C    F   C   G
To cool my parched lips," the cowboy then said.
 C  F   C   G
Before I returned, the spirit had left him,
Am   Dm   G   C
Gone to his Maker, the cowboy was dead.

 C    F   C    G
We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,
 C  F   C   G
And bitterly wept as we bore him along.
  C    F   C    G
For we all loved our comrade, so brave young and handsome,
 Am   Dm  G    C
We all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong.

The Story in Your Eyes (Moody Blues)

The Story In Your Eyes (Moody Blues)

(starts on C)

| . e g a |Am Amsus2 Am Amsus4 | x 3
| . e g a |a b c d |e d c b |a E9 |

     Am         D
I've been thinking about our fortune
      Am               D
And I've decided that we're really not to blame
    Am         D
For the love that's deep inside us now
      |g a b d |e d b a |G % |
Is still the same

    Am        D
And the sounds we make together
    Am             D
Is the music to the story in your eyes
     Am       D
It's been shining down upon me now
  |g a b d |e d b a |G % |
I realize

<chorus>:
Em            F#m
Listen to the tide slowly turning
G            F#m
Wash all our heartaches away
   A            Bm   -A
We're part of the fire that is burning
       G      D       E
And from the ashes we can build another day

    Am          D
But I'm frightened for your children
     Am              D
That the life that we are living is in vain
    Am         D
And the sunshine we've been waiting for
      |g a b d |e d b a |G % |
Will turn to rain

<chorus>

    Am          D
But I'm frightened for the children
     Am              D
That the life that we are living is in vain
    Am         D
And the sunshine we've been waiting for
      |g a b d |e d b a |G % |
Will turn to rain

     Am      D
When the final line is over
   Am                D
It's certain that the curtain's gonna fall
   Am        D
I can hide inside your sweet sweet love
     G
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