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Bristol City Breakdown
02:53
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Sun comes up, and the whiskey's gone
Sun comes up, and the whiskey's gone
Sun comes up, and the whiskey's gone,
Who's this laying in my bed?
Started last night in old Tennessee
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And I woke up in Virginia
Sun comes up...
Saw a preacher-man dancing with a bottle in his hand
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And I heard church bells this morning
Sun comes up...
You and me and the bottle make three
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About this time next year.
Sun comes up...
Honey, I hear that train a-blowin'
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And I gotta get on down
Sun comes up, and the whiskey's gone
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Hot Pepper Jam
03:21
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I've been working in this hot pepper field, a Carolina summer long,
Been working in this hot pepper field, till my baby done come and gone,
Wha hey wha hoooo,
She was singing the hot pepper song.
First time that I saw ya, you were wearing a hot pepper suit,
The first time that I saw ya, you were looking hot pepper cute.
Wha heyyyy, wha hooo
Look at our hot pepper fruit.
Stir up that jelly pot, mama, till it's sticky as highway tar,
Stir up that jelly pot, mama, till it's fiery as you are,
Wha hey, wha hoooo,
We're gonna can that pepper in the jar.
Spread it on your biscuits, mama, spread that pepper jam,
Spread it on your biscuits, mama, with a little bit of country ham.
Wha hey, wha hoooo,
They call me hot pepper man
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Cruel Willie
03:06
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(traditional)
There was a man up in the mountains
Who was courtin all the women,
And they said that Willie Duncan was his name.
He loved drinking and a-dancing and a-sinning
And, oh, Cruel Willie, what a shame.
Now Katie Lou was a lady in the valley
Whose hair was often likened to the sun.
Her eyes were blue as the heavens up above,
She was just about as purty as they came.
Well, Willie, ain't ya sad
For making all the women feel bad?
Oh, Willie, ain't ya shamed
For causin all the women all the pain?
He went a-riding in his buggy one fine morning,
And along the way he saw Katie Lou.
He was so betaken by her special kind of beauty,
He was hardly heard to whisper howdy-do.
She said, "Sir, I don't believe ya know me,
But you knew my little sister very well."
And she was such a sweet and a special kind of women,
Till you took her heart and broke it all to hell."
Well, Willie, ain't ya sad
For making all the women feel bad?
Oh, Willie, ain't ya shamed
For causin all the women all the pain?
He said, "Ma'am, I don't believe ya know me,
Cause I've never hurt a woman in my life."
And he reached out of the buggy just to kiss her on the lips,
And she stuck him in the belly with a knife.
Well, Willie, ain't ya sad
For making all the women so mad?
Oh, Willie, ain't ya shamed
For causin all the women all the pain?
Now there's a wind that blows every gentle through the valley,
Where they laid Willie Duncan in the ground,
And up on his tomb stone, this is what it reads,
That one too many women got him down.
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(public domain;
lyrics by Charles Wesley
music adapted from Ananias Davisson)
And am I born to die,
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Unto a world unknown?
Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be.
The land of deepest shade
Unpierced by human thought,
The weary region of the dead
Where all things are forgot.
Waked by the trumpet sound,
I from the grave shall rise,
And see the Judge with glory crowned
And see the flaming skies.
And see the Judge with glory crowned
And see the flaming skies.
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Lindley Park Waltz
02:11
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Instrumental
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Back in Gate City Again
04:39
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The train’s singing out to a scimitar moon;
The scraping of brakes is its lullaby tune.
Oh me, oh my,
I’m back in Gate City again.
It ain’t even got a river to wash away our sins--
And someone smashed out the window on the Civil Rights Museum.
Oh me, oh my,
I’m back in Gate City again.
Uncle Sam sent me across a big sea,
I stared at the desert till it stared back at me.
Oh me, oh my,
I’m back in Gate City again.
Then I ran off to England, to try and feel whole,
The water washed the rocks from the river of my soul.
Oh me, oh my,
I’m back in Gate City again.
I was gone for so long, nearly lost track of time,
But they still ain’t got windows on the Industries of the Blind.
Oh me, oh my,
I’m back in Gate City again.
Last time I was here, we both wanted to leave.
And now that I’m back—well, we might if we please.
But it ain’t so bad with you by my side.
I’m back in Gate City again.
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Little ol' squirrel in the pecan tree,
Won’t you knock down them nuts for me?
Gonna keep em all? That’s what I see.
And the redbird’s singing in the redbud tree.
Ol’ Raccoon in the hollow oak,
Climb so high, but don’t you choke,
There's little pigs feeding round its feet,
While the redbird’s singing in the redbud tree.
There's a copperhead hiding in the muscadine,
Won't you try a little sip of wine?
Try a little sup, curl up with me,
The redbird’s singing in the redbud tree.
Never seen a lion with a lamb,
But the dog and the cat’s curled up by the fan,
It’s chaos tied to harmony
And the redbird’s singing in the redbud tree.
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The Cherry Tree Song
03:35
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Honey, I gotta go away for a little while
Lord willing, I won't be gone for very long
But if that cherry tree that's blooming in the yard
Should ripen while I'm gone,
Well, keep those cherries ripe till I come back home.
Till I come back home,
Till I come back home.
Honey, keep those cherries ripe till I come back home (2x)
You know those squirrels I ran off last year with my shotgun?
If they should try to steal those cherries while I'm gone,
Well, you know I keep the shotgun sitting by the front door
And the powder by the bed,
So keep these cherries ripe till I come back home.
Till I come back home,
Till I come back home.
Honey, keep those cherries ripe till I come back home (2x)
Honey, when you hear my horn a-blowin',
Get that fire going, get the oven warm.
We'll take all those cherries down to the kitchen--
We'll be eating cherry pie,
So keep those cherries ripe till I come back home.
Till I come back home,
Till I come back home.
Honey, keep those cherries ripe till I come back home (2x)
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Coming Down Fancy Gap
02:38
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Well, I was coming down Fancy Gap,
Coming down from Floyd.
My Carolina lady,
She's waiting on her boy.
I took the train down to Greensboro
On a cloudy day;
And I heard my baby calling,
And, Lord, I couldn't stay.
The mountains 'round Lynchburg,
I hear they're full of 'shine.
But they ain't as sweet as my baby's lips,
They're sweet as cherry wine.
I was going up Cripple Creek,
Going at a run,
Going up Cripple Creek
To have a little fun.
Going up Cripple Creek,
Going at a whirl,
Going up Cripple Creek
To see my girl.
Well, I was coming down Fancy Gap,
Coming down from Floyd.
My Carolina lady,
She's waiting on her boy.
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Waterbound
02:27
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(traditional)
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Colin Cutler Greensboro, North Carolina
Armed with a guitar, banjo, a brace of harmonicas, Colin tells stories of love and loss with characters wide open as a Midwest sky and wild as the mountains, with poetry thick as a Carolina swamp.
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