Company's Coming

—Johnny Mullins

Oh, Mama, I'm excited, I'm almost out of breath
What I saw  like to made me run myself to death
I was on the mountainside when I looked down below
And glory be I thought I'd better come and let you know

Chorus:
That we got company comin', company comin'
We got company comin' up the road
They're down the road about a mile they'll be here in a little while
There's company comin' up the road

Well Granny change your apron and Willie shine your shoes
Sally put your new dress on we got no time to lose
I'll go find a welcome mat and spread it out with cheer
I don't know yet just who they are, can't make 'em out from here

Chorus:
But we got company comin', we got company comin'
We got company comin' up the road
They're comin' up the mountainside, Susie don't you run and hide
There's company comin' up the road

We'll run out to the henhouse and wring a neck or two
We'll have chicken and dumplings and some yeller gravy too
Grandpa get your fiddle down they might want a tune
Everybody hurry 'cause them folks will be here soon

Chorus:
We got company comin', we got  company comin'
We got company comin' up the road
Land a-Goshen, I'll allow they'll be here any minute now
There's company comin' up the road

Verse:

I IV – I I II – V
I IV – I I V – I

Chorus:

I I I V
I IV I – V I



I Ain't Got No Home In This World Anymore

—Woody Guthrie

Chorus:
I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round,
Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town.
And the police make it hard wherever I may go
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road,
A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod;
Rich man took my home and drove me from my door
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

Was a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor;
My crops I lay into the banker's store.
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn
I been working, mister, since the day I was born
Now I worry all the time like I never did before
'Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore

Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see
This world is such a great and a funny place to be;
Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

Woody's extra verse:

Beach Haven ain't my home, No, I just can't pay this rent!
My money's down the drain, and my soul is badly bent!
Beach Haven is Trump's Tower where no black folks come to roam,
No, no, Old Man Trump! Old Beach Haven ain't my home!

Verse:

I IV – I I I – V
I IV – I I V – I

This World Is Not My Home

—Albert E. Brumley

This world is not my home, I'm just a-passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Chorus:
Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you
If heaven's not my home then Lord, what will I do?
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

They're all expecting me that's one thing I know
I fixed it up with Jesus a long time ago
I know he'll take me through though I am weak and poor
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

I have a loving mother just up in Gloryland
And I don't expect to stop until I shake her hand
She's waiting now for me in heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Chorus

Just over in the Gloryland there'll be no dyin' there
The saints all shouting victory and singin' everywhere
I hear the voice of those that's gone on there before
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Just over in Gloryland we'll live eternally
The saints on every hand are shouting victory
Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven's shore
And I can't feel at home In this world anymore

Chorus

Verse & Chorus:

I IV – I I II – V
I IV – I I V – I




Enjoy Yourself (It's Later Than You Think)

—Carl Sigman & Herb Magidson,1949

Chorus:
Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as a wink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think

You work and work for years and years, you're always on the go
You never take a minute off, too busy makin' dough
Someday you say, you'll have your fun, when you're a millionaire
Imagine all the fun you'll have in your old rockin' chair

You're gonna take that ocean trip, no matter come what may
You've got your reservations, but you just can't get away
Next year for sure, you'll see the world, you'll really get around
But how far can you travel when you're six feet underground?

You never go to night clubs and you just don't care to dance
You don't have time for silly things like moonlight and romance
You only think of dollar bills tied neatly in a stack
But when you kiss a dollar bill, it doesn't kiss you back

You worry when the weather's cold, you worry when it's hot
You worry when you're doing well, you worry when you're not
It's worry, worry all the time, you don't know how to laugh
We'll think of something funny when we write your epitaph

another verse:

Your heart of hearts, your dream of dreams, your ravishing brunette
She's left you and she's now become somebody else's pet
Lay down that gun, don't try my friend to reach the great beyond
You'll have more fun by reaching for a redhead or a blond

Verse & Chorus:

I I I V
V V V I
I I I IV
IV I I – V I



Midnight Special

—Traditional, popularized by Huddie Ledbetter

Well, you wake up in the mornin', hear the ding-dong ring,
You go marchin' to the table, see the same damn thing,
Well, it's on the table, knife and fork and a pan,
If you say a thing about it, you're in trouble with the man.

Chorus:
Let the Midnight Special shine its light on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine its ever-lovin' light on me.

Yonder comes Miss Rosie, how'n the world do you know?
Well, I know her by her apron, and the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece o' paper in her hand,
She goes marchin' to the captain, says, I want my lifetime man.

Chorus

Well, yonder's Doctor Melton, how'n the world do you know?
'Cause he gave me a tablet on the day before.
Well, there never was a doctor traveled by sea or land
What could cure the fever of a convict man.

Chorus

Now Rosie said she loved me, but I believe that was a lie,
'Cause she ain't been to see me since away last July.
She brought me a little coffee, she brought me a little tea,
She brought me just 'bout everything but that jailhouse key.

Chorus

I'm goin' away to leave you, and my time ain't long.
The man is gonna call me, and I'm goin' home.
Then I'll be done all grievin', whoopin', hollerin' and a-cryin',
Then I'll be done all my studyin' 'bout my great long time.

Chorus

Now if you go to Houston, man, you better walk right,
Oh, you better not stagger, and you better not fight.
Sheriff Benson will arrest you, and he'll carry you down,
And if the jury finds you guilty, you're penitentiary bound.

Chorus

Verse & Chorus:

I IV I V   :|



Wiley Lawes' Tune



My Grandfather's Clock

—1876 Henry C. Work

My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopped  short — never to go again,
When the old man died.

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy.
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride;
But it stopped  short — never to go again,
When the old man died.

Chorus:
Ninety years without slumbering
(tick, tock, tick, tock),
His life seconds numbering,
(tick, tock, tick, tock),
It stopped  short — never to go again,
When the old man died.

My grandfather said that of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found;
For it wasted no time, and had but one desire,
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face,
And its hands never hung by its side.
But it stopped  short — never to go again,
When the old man died.

Chorus

It rang an alarm in the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight,
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side;
But it stopped  short — never to go again,
When the old man died.

Chorus

Verse:

I – V I – IV I – V I
I – V I – IV I – V I
I IV – I I V
I    V I – IV I – V I

Chorus:

I I I I
I – V I – IV I – V I


All Through the Night

Lyrics:

Sleep my child and peace attend thee all through the night.
Guardian angels God will send thee all through the night.
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, hill and vale in slumber sleeping.
Mother here her watch is keeping all through the night.

While the moon her watch is keeping all through the night;
While the weary world is sleeping all through the night,
O'er thy spirit gently stealing, visions of delight revealing,
Breathes a pure and holy feeling all through the night.

Alternative 2nd verse:
Though I roam a minstrel lonely, all through the night,
My true harp shall praise thee only, all through the night.
Love's young dream, alas, is over yet my strains of love shall hover
Near the presence of my lover, all through the night.


Last Words

—Smokey Greene

A:
The curtain of darkness has fallen
My friends are all here by my side
Aren't those the sweet voices of angels
As I rise on that heavenly tide.
All hearts overflowing with sadness
The words left so often unsaid
When I heard a voice whispering softly…
Could I have all your stuff when you're dead.

B:
Could I have your TV and your pickup
I've always admired your shoes
Could I have that old dining room table
There's a couple of chairs I could use.
When you know that you're headed for glory
Like a star up to heaven you'll shoot
When they write the last page of your story
Could I try on that searsucker suit.

A:
It was the voice of my dear brother Thomas
He was kneeling down close by my side
His breath had just come from a funeral
For a mouthful of teeth that had died.
I prayed my last prayer for salvation
I was feeling the touch of God's hand
But I could still hear the voice of my brother
As they struck up the old angel band.

B:
Could I have your guitar and your banjo
That old forty gallon fish tank
Would you mind if I took a few records
Just Lefty, ET and Hank.
Well you know that you can't take it with you
Your heavenly home up on high
When you pass through the gates they give you your wings…
Could I have all your stuff when you die.

Tag:
Well the angels consulted St. Peter
Flew me back to my hospital bed
My life was a new day a dawnin'
And the angels took brother instead.

3/4

Part A:

I I IV I
I I II V
I I IV I
IV I – IV I – V I

Part B:

IV IV I I
IV IV I V
I I IV I
IV I – IV I – V I

Tag:

IV IV I V
I I – IV I – V I