Альбом The Kingston Trio

Frankie and Johnnie were sweet hearts. They had a quarrel one day. Johnny vowed he would leave her.
He said he was going away. Never coming home. Goin' away to roam.

"My love, Johnny, please stay. Now, oh, my honey, I've done you wrong but please don't go away."
Then Johnny sighed while Frankie cried.

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"Oh, I'm a-going away. I'm a-goin' to stay. Never coming home. You're gonna miss me ,honey, in the days to come
When the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered up
And when you think of the way, you're gonna wish me back, your lovin' man,
You're gonna miss me, honey, in the day they say's to come."

Frankie done said to her Johnny, "Now man your hour done come." "Cause from behind her kimono she drew her forty-four gun.
"These love affairs are hard to bear!"
Johnny, he fled down the stairway. "My love, Frankie, don't shoot!" Frankie done aimed the forty-four
While the town went rooty-toot-toot. As Johnny fell, then Frankie yelled,

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"Send for your rubber tired hearses. Send for your rubber tired hacks. Carry old Johnny to the graveyard, I've shot him in the back
With a great big gun as the preacher begun.
Send for some policeman to take me right away. Lock me down in the dungeon cell and throw the key away.
My Johnny's dead because he said.

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It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have hoed. My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road.
Out of your dust bowls and westward we rode. Your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold.
I've wandered all over this green growing land. Wherever your crops were, I've lent you my hands.
On the edge of your city you'll see me and then, I come with the dust and I go with the wind.

California, Arizona, I've worked all your crops. Then it's North up to Oregon to gather your hops.
Dig the beets from your ground. Cut the grapes from your vines to set on your table that light sparkling wine.

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground from the Grand Coulee dam where the waters run down
Every state in the Union this migrant has been. I come with the dust and I go with the wind.
It's always we ramble that river and I all along your green valley, I'll work 'til I die.
And I'll travel this road until death sets me free for my pastures of plenty must always be green.

I come with the dust and I go with the wind.

Dave Guard/Jane Bowers

There is treasure hidden there, on the coast of California. El Diego hid it there when the Clera ran aground
On the coast of California, deep within a cave that's never seen.
Treasure, stolen from the Incas, we could capture for the Queen.

There's a mountain in the ocean on the coast of California and deep within its side the tides of night alone reveal
El Diego's hidden cave where we'll plunder the riches of Grenada.
While the Spaniard, blind with pleasure plays ashore in Ensenada.

We will sail before the dawn along the coast of California. El Diego is delayed. The wine and woman hold their sway
And our map is clearly drawn to the dark and stormy shore.
On the coast of California lies a mighty prize of war.
Tell not a soul that you have seen me. Breathe not a word of what I say. (Repeat line)

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights.
We'd hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen.

When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs
With perfumed hair that came undone when I was twenty-one.

When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls of independent means.
We'd ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs would drive when I was thirty-five.

But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the year and now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs.
From the brim to the dregs, it poured sweet and clear. It was a very good year.

Riu, riu, chiu, la guarda ribera. Dios guardo el lobo de nuestra cordera. Dios guardo el lobo de nuestra cordera.

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Riu, riu, chiu, la guarda ribera, Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera, Dios guardo el lobo, el lobo de nuestra cordera.

El lobo rabioso la quiso morder, mas dios podero so la su po defender.
Wuiso le hacer que no pudies se pecar, niaun original esta virgen no tuviera.

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Este qu'es nacido es el gran monarca Cristo patriarca de carne vestido
Ha nos redimido con se hacer chiquito, que era infinito, finito se hiciera.

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Este viene a dar a los muertos vida, y viene a reparar de todos la caida,
Es la luz del dia a que este mozuelo este es el cordero que San Juan dijera.

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Yo vi mil garzones que andavan cantando, por aqui volando haciendo mil sones
Diciendo a garzones gloria sea en el cielo, y paz en el suelo pues Jesus naciera.

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Pues que ya tenemos lo que desamos todos juntos vamos presentes llevemos,
Todos le daremos nuestra voluntad, pues a se iqualar con nosotros viniera.

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Come, my love, and go with me. Ah, my love, I greet thee. Take you down to Tennessee. Meet you by and by.
Don't you hear them hollerin' now. Ah, my love, I need thee. Ain't there goin' to be a row! Meet you by and by.

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Get away from that window, my love and my dove. Get away from that window, don't ya hear?
Come some other night for there's gonna be a fight. There'll be razors flyin' through the air.

Pack a poke and come with me. Ah, my love, don't greet me. Shoe your foot in Tennessee. Meet you by and by.
Out that window, sweet and soft. Ah, my, believe me. Hurry love and we'll be off. Meet you by and by.

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Someone's slipping down the hall. Hush, my love, be quiet. Don't you make no noise at all. Meet you by and by.
Hear that blind man blow his horn. Goin' to be a riot. All those boys are full of corn. Meet you by and by.

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There's a winding road and a tall pine tree, by the tall pine tree, she waits for me.
Oh, yes, she waits in the little green house that sits on top of Billy Goat Hill.

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I left my love in the little green house. I left my love with a broken heart.
I left my love in the little green house that sits on top of Billy Goat Hill.

There's a white front porch and a ramblin' rose, by the ramblin' rose we made our vow.
Oh, yes, we vowed in the little green house that sits on top of Billy Goat Hill

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I'll return some day to the winding road to my one true love who waits for me.
Yes, there she'll be in the little green house that sits on top of Billy Goat Hill

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Woody Guthrie

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This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the New York island,
From the red wood forest to the Gulf stream waters. This land was made for you and me.

As I was walkin' that ribbon of a highway, I saw above me that endless skyway.
I saw below me that golden valley. This land was made for you and me.

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I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps to the sparklin' sands of her diamond desert
And all around me a voice was sounding, "This land was made for you and me."

The sun came shining and I was strolling and the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
As the fog was lifting a voice was calling, "This land was made for you and me."

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Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.

Long John was the youngest horse and Molly was the old.
Molly was an old grey mare and he was a stallion bold, oh, Lordy, he was a stallion bold.

Long John said to Molly, "You're runnin' your last race
'Cause when I turn my head around I'm gonna see your face, old gal, I'm gonna see your face."

Molly said to Long John, "Don't take me for a fool.
If you didn't cut your ears and tail, I'd think you were a mule (Yeah!) I'd think you were a mule."

Long John, he got mad, oh, Lord, and shook his wooly mane.
"Last time that I run, old girl, I beat the Memphis train. I beat the Memphis train."

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See them waitin' on the track. The man, he hollered, "Go!"
Long John runnin' fast, Lord, Molly runnin' slow. Molly runnin' slow.

Long John said to Molly, "Take a last look at the sky.
'Cause baby when I pass you by, my dust's gonna blind your eye, oh, Lord, my dust's gonna blind your eye."

Run, Molly, run. Look out for the turn, oh, Lordy, Lordy, here she comes!

Long John beatin' Molly. Wait, what do I see?
Molly passin' Long John. Molly runnin' free, oh, Lordy, Molly runnin' free.

Run Molly, run (oh Molly). Run Molly, run. Put old Long John out to stud and let old Molly run!

Jane Bowers/Dave Guard

Don't you remember, Senora, when you had a love of your own? You had a duenna, Senora. You had a kind chaperone.
Didn't she sometimes, Senora, grant you a moment alone?

Once in a garden, Senora, didn't your love steal a kiss? Surely a moment remembered stirs in a setting like this.
Surely, within such a garden, wisdom can smile upon bliss.

Cruel is the curfew, Senora, cruelly and strictly imposed. Soon Don Hernando will signal, bidding the gate to be closed.
Who'd be the wiser, Senora, if, for a moment you dozed?

Don't you remember, Senora, you had a love of your own. You had a duena, Senora. You had a kind chaperone.
I love her dearly, Senora. Grant us a moment alone. I love her dearly, Senora. Grant us a moment alone.

Will Holt

When I was just a little boy, my father said to me, "Come here and learn a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.
My son, it's most important," my father said to me, "to put your faith in what you feel and not in what you see."

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Lemon tree, very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet, but the fruit of the poor lemon is a thing one cannot eat. (Repeat chorus)

Beneath that Lemon Tree one day, my love and I did lie. A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the sun rose in the sky.
We passed the summer lost in love beneath the Lemon Tree. The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me.

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One day she left without a word. She took away the sun and in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.
She left me for another. It's a common tale but true. A sadder man but wiser now, I sing these words to you.

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You don't knock. (You don't knock.)You just walk on in. The door (the door)
into heaven's inn.
There's love (there's love) and joy for you to share (to share) the whole day
through.
I know (I know) my friends are there to rest (to rest) in the heaven's nest.
You don't knock, ring, punch a hole. The door's wide open a-waitin' for your
soul. You don't knock just walk on in.

I've walked life's winding road (Oh, yeah!) 'cause I'm tryin' to bear the load
(Oh, yeah!)
And I traveled both night and day. (Oh, yeah!) So tired I could hardly pray
(Oh, yeah!)
Well, Jesus, my light and guide, (Oh, yeah!) oh, He's ever by my side. (Oh,
yeah!)
So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin', into heaven with pride.

I'll have no need to fear. (Oh, yeah!) Well, He is ever near. (Oh, yeah!)
He'll know my work was true. (Oh, yeah!) So glad the day is through. (Yeah!)
Well it wasn't for me to say. (Oh, yeah!) I didn't think I'd make my way. (Oh,
yeah!)'
So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin', to heaven with pride.

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