Chorus:
Crying holy unto the Lord
Crying holy unto the Lord
If I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stood
Lord I ain't no stranger now
Lord I ain't no stranger now
I've been introduced to the Father and the Son
Lord I ain't no stranger now
Sinners run hide your face
Sinners run hide your face
Sinners run to the Lord and hide your face
Lord cried out "No hiding place"
Chorus and Verse:
| I | I | I | I |
| IV | IV | I | I |
| I | I | I | I |
| I | V | I | I |
—J.D. Miller and Jimmy C. Newman
Cry, cry darling, that's what I'll do
If you should leave me with the blues
Cry, cry darling, that's all I do
cause you're the one that's in my heart
Chorus 1:
For me there'll be no moonlight
If ever we should part
Cry, cry darling, that's all I do
Cause you're the one that's in my heart
Cry, cry darling, my eyes will cry
and never dry if you should go
Cry cry darling, when shadows creep
I'll just weep all night I know
Chorus 2:
You know how much I'd miss you
If ever we should part
Cry, cry darling, that's all I do
cause you're the one that's in my heart
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Verse:
| I | I7 | IV | IV |
| I | I | V | V7 |
| I | I7 | IV | IV |
| I | V | I | I |
Chorus:
| V | V | I | I |
| II | II | V | V7 |
| I | I | IV | IV |
| I | V | I | I |
I got a gal at the head of the creek,
I'm goin' up to see her the middle of the week.
Chorus:
Goin' up Cripple Creek goin' in a run
Goin' up Cripple Creek to have some fun.
Goin' up Cripple Creek, goin' in a whirl
Goin' up Cripple Creek to see my girl
I got a girl and she loves me, she's as sweet as sweet can be
She's got eyes of baby blue, all my love for her is true.
Kiss her on the mouth just as sweet as any wine,
She wraps herself around me like a sweet potato vine.
Now the girls up Cripple Creek 'bout half grown,
Jump on a man like a dog on a bone.
Roll my britches up to my knees,
And wade old Cripple Creek when I please.
Cripple Creek's wide and Cripple Creek's deep,
Gonna wade old Cripple Creek before I sleep.
Hills are steep and the road is muddy,
And I'm so drunk I can't stand steady.
I went down to Cripple Creek,
To see what all them gals had to eat.
What they cooked I couldn't eat at all,
Harder than a brick in the wall.
Got so drunk I fell against the wall,
Old corn likker was the cause of it all.
Verse:
| I | IV – I | I | V – I |
Chorus:
| I | I | I | V – I :| |
You get a line and I'll get a pole honey
You get line and I'll get a pole babe
You get a line I'll get a pole
We'll go down to the crawdad hole
Honey baby mine
Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back ( x3 )
He's got more crawdads than he could pack
Honey baby mine
Man fell down and he burst his sack ( x3 )
You oughta see the crawdad backin' back
Honey baby mine
What you gonna do when the pond's gone dry honey ( x3 )
Sit on the bank watch the crawdads die
Honey baby mine
Sit on the bank til my feet get cold honey ( x3 )
We'll go down yo the crawdad hole
Honey, sugar baby mine
Hurry up babe, you slept too late, honey ( x3 )
The crawdad man done passed your gate
Honey, babe of mine
Sell your crawdads three for a dime, honey ( x3 )
Your crawdads ain't good as mine
Honey, babe of mine
I heard the duck say to the drake, honey ( x3 )
Ain't no crawdads in this lake
Honey, babe of mine
There's a little bitty baby, nine days old, honey ( x3 )
Stuck his finger in a crawdad hole
Honey, babe of mine
There's a little bitty baby, nine days old, honey ( x3 )
Stuck his finger in a crawdad hole
Honey, babe of mine
Verse:
| I | I | I | V |
| I | IV | I – V | I |
—Buck Owens
Well when I was a little bitty boy no bigger than an old polecat
Well I used to wonder like all kids what made this do that
Now I'd seen what happened to my pa when he'd take a drink from a jug
Yeah he'd start with a smile and then after awhile he'd be out on the floor like rug
Chorus:
Corn liquor (corn liquor) corn liquor (corn liquor) what makes you do what you do
Well they feel no pain when you touch their brain corn liquor they love you
Well now one day in the afternoon my folks were away for awhile
Yeah I got the jug down from the shelf to see what made 'em smile
Now I slowly sipped in then nearly flipped that one drink was enough
For the life of me I just can't see why they love that awful stuff
Well as I grew older I thought about that first sip that I had
Yeah I really burned but soon I learned it wasn't all that bad
Now to ease the pressures of this world here's the way I've got it figured
Well the thing to do for me and you is drink lotsa good corn liquor
Yeah I feel no pain when you touch my brain corn liquor I love you
Verse:
| I | I | IV | IV |
| I | I | V | V |
| I | I | IV | IV |
| I | V | I | I |
Chorus:
| IV | IV | I | I |
| I | I | V | V |
| I | I | IV | IV |
| I | V | I | I |
—Roscoe Holcomb
Just out on the mountain sitting on a log,
Finger on the trigger and an eye on a hog,
I'm on my way, I'm going back to Coney Isle.
I pulled the trigger and the gun says zip,
Jumped on the hog with all of my grip,
I'm on my way, I'm going back to Coney Isle.
It's hello Sal, I know you,
The one old slipper and a run down shoe,
I'm on my way, I'm going back to Coney Isle.
Now talk about a people having a devil of a time,
Eating up the chicken and a drinking the wine,
I'm on my way, I'm going back to Coney Isle.
Said, I went down to the Turkish feast
People was eatin' like big wild geese
I'm on my way, I'm goin' back, Coney Isle
Bake that flapjack, bake him brown
Swing them flapjacks around, around
I'm on my way, I'm goin' back, Coney Isle
Make that featherbed and make it up a-right
Old Miner Brown are gonna stay all night
I'm on my way, I'm goin' back, Coney Isle
Makes no difference how the time may be
Everything in the world sure suits me
I'm on my way, I'm goin' back, Coney Isle
When I get ready to leave this Earth
I look a-back, say my money's worth
I'm on my way, I'm goin' back, Coney Isle
Verse, approximately:
| VI | VI | II | II | V |
| V | V | I | I | I |
Come all ye fair and tender ladies.
Be careful how you court young men.
They're like a star on a summer's morning.
They'll first appear and then they're gone.
They'll tell you some loving story
They'll declare to you their love is true
Then they will go and court some other
And that's the love they have for you
Do you remember our days of courting
When your head lay upon my breast
You could make me believe with falling of your arm
That the sun rose in the West
I wish I was a little sparrow,
And I had wings with which to fly
Right over to see my false true-lover,
And when he's talking I'd be nigh.
But I'm not a little sparrow,
I have no wings with which to fly
So I sit here in grief and sorrow,
To weep and pass my troubles by.
If I had known before I courted
that love was such a killing thing
I'd a-locked my heart in a box of golden
and fastened it up with a silver pin.
Verse:
| I | I | I | I |
| I | I | V | V |
| IIm | IIm | I | I |
| IIm | IIm | I | I |
—Jimmie Davis and Eva Sargent
Way down in Columbus, Georgia
Want to be back in Tennessee
Way down in Columbus Stockade
Friends all turned their backs on me
Chorus:
Well go away and leave me if you wish to
Never let me cross your mind
In your heart you love another
Leave me little darling I don't mind
Last night as I lay sleeping
I dreamt I held you in my arms
When I awoke I was mistaken
I was peering through the bars
Many a night with you I've rambled
Many an hour with you I've spent
Thought I had your heart forever
Now I find it's only lent
Verse:
| I | I | I | I |
| V | V | I | I :| |
Chorus:
| IV | IV | I | I |
| IV | IV | V | V |
| I | I | I | I |
| V | V | I | I |
My old hen's a good old hen
She lays eggs for the railroad men
Sometimes one and sometimes two
Sometimes enough for the whole darn crew.
Chorus:
Cluck old hen cluck and sing
Ain't seen an egg since way last Spring
Cluck old hen cluck and squall,
Ain't laid an egg since way last fall
I had an old hen she had a wooden leg
Best old hen that never laid an egg
Laid more eggs than any hen around the barn
Another drink of whiskey wouldn't do me any harm
My old hen's a good old hen
She lays eggs for the railroad men
Sometimes one sometimes two
Sometimes enough for the whole damn crew
Cluck old hen cluck when I tell you
Cluck old hen or I'm gonna sell you
Last time she cackled cackled in the lot
Next time she cackles cackle in the pot
I had a little chicken who wouldn't lay an egg
So I poured hot water up and down her leg
That chicken squawked, that chicken begged
But shed wound up layin' me a hard boiled egg.
Verse & Chorus:
| I | I – VII | I | V – I |
| I | I – VII | I | V – I :| |
Chorus:
Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
In a cavern, in a canyon
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter, Clementine
Light she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes, without topses
Sandals were for Clementine
Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine
Ruby lips above the water
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine
But, alas, I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine
How I missed her! How I missed her
How I missed my Clementine
But I kissed her little sister
I forgot my Clementine
Verse:
| I | I | I | V |
| IV | I | V | I |