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The Wreck of the Old 97

They gave him his orders
at Monroe Virginia
Saying Pete your away behind time
This is not 38 but its old 97
You must get her in Spencer on time

He turned around to his black greasy firemen
Saying shovel in a little more coal
And when we crais that wide Oak Mountain
You can watch old 97 roll

Its a mighty rough road from Linchheard to Danville
Its a line on a three mile grade
It was on that grade that he lost his average
And you see what a jump he made

He was going down grade making ninty miles an hr
When his whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
And was scalded to death by the steam

Now ladies all you must take warning
And for this time now and all
never speak harsh words to your true love or husband
He may leave you and never return


When Its Spring Time in The Rockies

The twilight shadows deepn into night dear
The city lights are gleaming on the snow
I sit alone beside the dreary fire dear
Im dreaming dreams from out the long ago
I fancy it is springtime in the mountains
The flowers with their colors are aflame
And every day I hear you softly singing
I’ll wait until the springtime comes again

When its springtime in the Rockies
I am coming back to you
Little Sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue
Once again I’ll say I love you
While the birds sing all the day
When it’s springtime in the Rockies
In the Rockies far away

Ive kept your image guarded in my heart dear
I’ve kept my love for you as pure as dew
Im longing for the time when I shall come dear
Back to that dear old Western home and you
I fancy its springtime in the mounains
The maple leaves in first sky green appear
I hear you softly say my Queen of May time
This springtime you have come to meet me here

When The Moon Comes Over The Mountain

All by myself at twilight
Watching the day depart
And with fading twilight
Happiness fills my heart

When the moon comes over the mountain
Every beam brings a dream dear of you
Once again well stroll by the founains
Through the rose covered valley we knew
Each day is gray and dreary
But the nights are bright and cheery
When the moon comes over the Mountain
Im alone with my memories of you

What do I care for sunshine
Blue skies are all in vain
I only hope that sometime
We two will meet again.

My Blue Ridge Mountain Home

I never thought that I could be so sad
Till I left my mountain home
But the time is a comin When I’ll be so glad
And I never more will roam
For I’ve learned a lesson that I won’t forget
Wherever I may be
And oh how Im longing for the folks back home
For they mean more than all the world to me

When the moon goes to shinin Then my heart goes to pinin
For my Blue Ridge Mountain Home
With the pine trees swayin And the hound dogs a layin
That is where I long to roam
When the sun comes a beamin Then I start to dreamin’
Of a place where flowers bloom
When I get back again Im going to live till the end
In my Blue Ridge Mountain Home

If You See My Little Mountain Girl

I met a little mountain boy who started out to roam
He had been away a long long time and longing for his home
I told him I was going back to my home in Tennessee
So he said oh when you get there won’t you do this here for me

When you see my little girl
Tell her Im coming back
If you see my little mountain girl
Tell her Im coming back
For I love her as I used to do
When I see her though a shack
If you see my little mountain girl
Tell her Im coming back

My Darling Nellie Gray

Theres a low green valley on the old Kentucky shore
Where I whiled many happy hours away
While a sitting and a smiling by the little cottage door
Where lived my darling Nellie Gray

Oh my poor Nellie Gray they have taken her away
And I’ll never see my darling any more
I am sitting by the river and Im weeping all the day
Since youve gone from the old Kentucky shore

When the moon had climbed the mountain and the stars were shimmering to
Id take my darling Nellie Gray
And we’ed float down the river in my little red canoe
And my banjo sweetly I would play

One night I went to see her but shes gone the darkies say
The whiteman has bound her with his chain
He has taken her to Georgia there to wear her life away
While she toils mid the cotton and the cain

My eyes are getting blind and I cannot see my way
Hark I see someone knocking at my door
Oh I hear my angels calling and I see my Nellie Gray
Farewell to the old Kentucky shore

True Blue Bill

I grew up on the mountain
Out where teh snow flies lay
Where the bulldogs speak in English
And the roosters lay square eggs
I shaved my beard and moustache
The morning I was born
And that night bet my old man
And drank his rye and corn

I am a truthfull fellow
They call me true blue Bill
I never dold a falsehood
And I bet I never will
Ive had some great adventures
Ive sailed the seven seas
Ive eaten great monsters
From lambs and down to fleas

Ive swam the wide Pacific
And walked around the moon
I’ve waded thrity feet of snow
On the thrity-first of June
I used to be a flier and in my aeroplane
I flew across to Paris and started back again
When I got half way over the doggoned motor balked
So I hit the darn thing set up there and got  out and walked

One time when I was shipwrecked on an island in the sea
By cannibals I was captured and tied up to a tree
They danced and beat their tamorines and they got rather rough
But they said I wouldn’t make good soup I was too doggoned tough
Oh the father of country could never tell a lie
And he was my great uncle
So why should I

Drunkard’s Dream

I dreamed of the judgement one morning
I dreamed that the trumpets had blown
I dreamed that the nations had gathered
To be juded before the white throne

I dreamed of a bright shining angel
That stood over land and o’er sea
And declared with his hands raised towards Heaven
That the time no longer should be

The drunkard was there and the gambler
And teh man who sold him teh drink
And the man who sold him the licence
Together in Hell they must sink

The rich man was there but his money
Had all vanished and faded away
The poor man was there in his judgement
But his debts were to heavy to pay

And oh for the weeeping and wailing
When the last were told of their fate
They cried to the rocks and the mountains
They prayed but their prayers were to late

The drunkard was there and the gambler
And the man who sold him the drink
And the man who crucified Jesus
Together in Hell they did sink

The Big Rock Candy Mountain

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys Im not turning
Im headed for a land that far away beyond the crystal fountain
So come with me and we’ll go and see the big rock candy mountain

In the big rock candy mountain there’s a land thats fair and bright
Where the hand-outs grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the box cars are all empty and there’s sunshine every day
And the birds, and the bees and the cigarette trees, and the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In the big rock candy mounain

In the big rock candy mountain all the cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
The farmers trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh Im bound to go where there aint no snow where they hung the truck
Who invented work in the big rock candy mountain

In the big rock candy mountain you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come trickling down the rocks
Where the breakmen have to tip their hats and the rail road hulls are behind
There’s the lake of stew and of whikey too
You can baddle all around them in your big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain