Pig In a Pen

Chorus:
I got a pig at home in a pen
Corn to feed him on
All I need's a pretty little girl
To feed I'm when I'm gone

Going up on a mountain
To sow a little cane
Raise a barrel of sorghum
Sweet little Liza Jane

Black clouds arising
Sure sign of rain
Put that old gray bonnet
On little Liza Jane

Yonder comes that gal of mine
How do you think I know
Know her by that gingham gown
Hanging down so low

Bake them biscuits baby
Bake em good and brown
When you get them biscuits baked
We're Alabama bound

Verse and Chorus:

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Peg and Awl

—Bruce Molsky's version

In eighteen hundred one, peg and awl
In eighteen hundred one, peg and awl
In eighteen hundred one, peggin' shoes was all I done
I'm gonna lay me down my awl, my peg and awl.

In eighteen hundred two, peg and awl ( x2 )
In eighteen hundred two, peggin' shoes was all I'd do.
I'm gonna lay me down my awl, my peg and awl.

In eighteen hundred three, peg and awl ( x2 )
In eighteen hundred three, peggin' shoes was all you'd see
I'm gonna lay me down my awl, my peg and awl.

They've invented a new machine, peg and awl ( x2 )
They invented a new machine, I peg one shoe, it pegs fifteen,
I'm gonna lay me down my awl, my peg and awl.

In eighteen hundred four, peg and awl ( x2 )
In eighteen hundred four, peggin' shoes I'll do no more.
I'm gonna lay me down my awl, my peg and awl.

Tag
I'm gonna lay me down my awl, my peg and awl.

Verse:

I I I V
I IV I – V I

 



Peach Picking Time In Georgia

—Jimmie Rodgers

When its peach pickin' time in Georgia
Apple pickin' time in Tennessee
Cotton pickin' time in Mississippi
Everybody picks on me

When its roundup time in Texas
The Cowboys make Whoopee
And way down in old Alabamy
Its gal pickin' time to me

There's the bluegrass in old Kentucky
Virginia's where they do the swing
Carolina now I'm coming to you
Coming just to spend the spring

Arkansas I hear you calling
I know I'll see you soon
There is where we'll do some pickin'
Beneath that ole Ozark moon

When everybody's pickin' cotton
Thats the time I'll pick the wedding ring
We'll go to town and pick a little gown
For the wedding in the Spring

Hope the preacher knows his business
I know he can't fool me
When its peach pickin' time in Georgia
Its gal pickin' time for me

Verse:

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V I II V
I I7 IV III7
IV I V I

 

Orphan Girl

— Gillian Welch

I am an orphan on God's highway
but I'll share my troubles if you go my way
I have no mother, no father, no sister, no brother;
I am an orphan girl

I have had friendships pure and golden
but the ties of kinship I have not known them
I know no mother no father, no sister, no brother;
I am an orphan girl

But when He calls me I will be able
to meet my family at God's table
I'll meet my mother, my father, my sister, my brother;
no more an orphan girl

So, Blessed Savior, make me willing
and walk beside me until I'm with them
Be my mother, my father, my sister, my brother.
I am an orphan girl

Be my mother, my father, my sister, my brother;
I am an orphan girl, I am an orphan girl

Verse and Chorus:

I I V V
I I IV IV
I I V V
I I IV IV
I V-I I I

 

On and On

—Bill Monroe

Traveling down this long lonesome highway
I'm so lonesome I could cry
With memories of how we once loved each other
And now you are saying good—bye

Chorus:
On and on I'll follow my darling
And I wonder where she can be
On and on I'll follow my darling
I wonder if she ever thinks of me

I've cried I've cried for you little darling
It breaks my heart to hear you name
My friends they all so loved you my darling
And they think that I'm to blame

I had to follow you little darling
I can't sleep when the sun goes down
Cause by your side is my destination
The road is clear and there's where I'm bound

Verse and Chorus:

I I IV I
I I V V
I I IV I
I V I I

 

Ole Slew Foot

—Howard Crockett and James C. Webb

High on a mountain, tell me what do you see
Bear tracks bear tracks looking back at me
Better get your rifles before its too late
The bear's got a little pig and he's headed for the gate

Chorus:
He's big around the middle and broad across the rump
Running ninety miles an hour, taking thirty feet a jump
Ain't never been caught, he ain't never been treed
And some folks say he looks a lot like me

Saved up my money and bought me some bees
Started making honey way up in the trees
Cut down the trees but the honey's all gone
Old slew foot has done made himself at home

Winter's coming on and it's forty below
River's froze over, so where can he go
I'll chase him up the gully and run him in the well
Shoot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell

Verse:

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I I I I
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Chorus:

V V I I
V V I I
I I I I
I I V I

 

Old Old House

There's an old, old house that once was a mansion
On a hill overlooking the town
But time left a wreckage where once there was beauty
And soon the old house will tumble down

Chorus:
But when the leaves start to fall in autumn
And the raindrops drip from the trees
There's an old old man who walks in the garden
And his head is bowed in memories

They say he built the mansion for the love of a woman
They planned to be married in the fall
But her love for him faded in the last days of summer
And the house stood empty after all

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Verse:

I I IV I
I I V V
I I IV I
I V I I

Chorus:

V IV I I
V IV I I
I I IV I
I V I I

 

Old Joe Clark

—The Lilly Brothers version

Old Joe Clark had a house
Fifteen stories high
And every story in that house
Was filled with chicken pie

Chorus:
Fare thee well Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well I say
Fare the well Old Joe Clark
I'm a goin' away to stay

I went down to Old Joe's house
He invited me to supper
I stumped my toe on the table leg
And stuck my nose in the butter

Old Joe Clark's a fine old man
Tell you the reason why
He keeps good likker 'round his house
Good old Rock and Rye

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 yellow cat
She would neither sing or pray
She stuck her head in the buttermilk jar
And washed her sins away

Even more verses:

Old Joe Clark had a mule
His name was Morgan Brown
And every tooth in that mule's head
Was sixteen inches around

Now Old Joe Clark ran through my field
He scared my little pup
He run my black hogs under the floor
And drunk my liquor up.

Now Old Joe Clark's a mean old man
And tough as he can be
Knocked me down with his right hand
And walked all over me

Get out 'the way for Old Joe Clark
Hide that jug of wine
Get out 'the way for Old Joe Clark
He ain't no friend of mine

Eighteen miles of mountain road
And fifteen miles of sand
If ever travel this road again
I'll be a married man

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

Verse:

I I I V
I I I – V I

Chorus:

I I I VII
I I I – V I

 




Old Home Place

—Dean Webb and Mitchell Jayne

It's been ten long years since I left my home
In the hollow where I was born.
Where the cool fall nights make the wood smoke rise,
And a fox hunter blows his horn.

I fell in love with a girl from the town
I thought that she would be true.
I ran away to Charlottesville
and worked in a sawmill or two.

Chorus:
What have they done to the old home place,
why did they tear it down?
And why did I leave the plow in the field,
and look for a job in the town.

Well, the girl ran off with somebody else
the taverns took all my pay.
And here I stand where the old home stood
before they took it away.

Now the geese fly south and the cold wind moans
as I stand here and hang my head.
I've lost my love, I've lost my home
and now I wish that I was dead.

Verse:

I III7 IV I
I I V V
I III7 IV I
I V I I

Chorus:

V V I I
II II V V
I III7 IV I
I V I I

 

Old Blue

Well, I had an old dog and his name was Blue,
Had an old dog and his name was Blue.
Had an old dog and his name was Blue…
Betcha five dollars he's a good dog too…

Callin' Blue…
Blue's a good dog, you

Blue treed a possum in a hollow log
Blue treed a possum in a hollow log
Blue treed a possum in a hollow log
And you could tell from that he's a good ol' dog

Boy I roasted that possum, nice and brown,
Roasted that possum, nice and brown,
Roasted that possum, nice and brown,
Sweet potatoes, n' all around

Callin' here Blue …
You can have some too

Now, Old Blue died and he died so hard,
He shook the ground in my back yard.
So I dug his grave with a silver spade,
Lowered him down on a golden chain.
Every link I did call his name…

Singing here‚ old Blue…
You're a good dog you

Now, when I get to heaven, first thing I'll do.
When I get to heaven, first thing I'll do.
When I get to heaven first thing I'll do,
Pull out my horn and call old Blue…

Callin' here Blue…

Well I'm gonna tell you so you'll know
I'm gonna tell you so you'll know
I'm gonna tell you so you'll know
Old Blue's gone where the good dogs go.

Cryin' here….Blue…..
I'm a coming there too

Verse:

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