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The Kingston Trio




Альбом The Kingston Trio



1959
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'Round About The Mountain
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John Stewart

I got a gal in Tennessee, sweetest little gal that you ever did see. Works all day in a cotton mill. Makes her gin in a bathtub still.

Chorus:
Here we go, 'round again. Singing a song about Molly Dee. Far away, I know not where she's the girl who waits for me.

My true love's in Memphis town. Pretty little thing names Sally Brown.
Travels around on a riverboat. Shares her room with a billy goat!

(Chorus)

Spending my money, gonna drink it away. I'll start saving on another day.
Wasting my time in the Silver Dollar. Pinch them girls just to hear them hollar.

(Chorus)

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My lady love, she stands a-waitin' far across the wide Missouri. On the banks I hear her callin' to me.
Chorus:
A-roll, a-roll a-ree, across the wide Missouri. (Repeat line)
For seven years I've been a-roamin'. Seven years I left the valley. Now I live just for my true love to see.

(Chorus)

I'm pushing on when dawn's a-breakin', goin' 'cross the wide Missouri where my love, she stands a-waitin' for me.
A roll, (a-roll a-ree), a roll a-ree, across the wide Missouri. (Repeat)

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Jack Splittard

We're running down a stormy sea and rolling through the thunder. 'Way haul, away. Well haul away, Joe.
It's ev'ry man aloft my boys or we'll be driven under. 'Way haul, away. Well, haul away, Joe.

Chorus:
'Way haul away. We're bound for better weather. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.

For seven days and seven nights we've labored to exhaustion. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
But now the breeze is from the East. We'll come about for Boston. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.

(Chorus)

East wind bring us home.

The ragged heavens open up. We sound the jubilation. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
The setting sun's a beacon, boys, a sign of our salvation. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.

(Chorus)

East wind bring us home.

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Irving Burgess

It's only been a year or so but it seems so long ago, I packed up my bags and left my home.
Been from Fresno to Maine, even worked a boat in Spain. I ain't ever had a bed to call my own.

Chorus:
'Round this time of day I gets to feelin' low and I wonder who's my baby's latest beau.

I have gambled and lost. I've been cussed by my boss. Some city gal just took me for a ride.
Hope some day I'll get back to my little old country shack. Settle down with my baby at my side.

(Chorus)

Someday soon, you hear, gonna save up my fare or maybe I'll just have to ride the rail.
If that mornin' train is right, I'll be home before that night and I hope no one will have to go my bail.

(Chorus)

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'Round About The Mountain

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H. Geller/M. Seligson

Chorus:
Ole, oleanna. Ole, oleanna. Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oleanna.

Climbing up the Matterhorn, all alone as I could be, I reached the top, I forced a stop and heard this mystic melody.

(Chorus)

On an island in the ocean, not a human soul around, as I searched for bread and water, once again I heard this sound.

(Chorus)

My plane had all its motors gone. The wings would never keep me up.
I heard a voice that seemed to say, "Now, let's take it from the top.

(Chorus)

I was tramping through the Congo when the Mau Mau tribe appeared
And their native chant was haunting, just the sound that I had feared.

(Chorus)

While rocketing into space, I found myself upon the moon. An ectoplasm greeting me with, "Have you heard the latest tune?"

(Chorus)

My ship was sinking in the water, so I sent an S.O.S. and I waited for an answer, you don't even have to guess.
Came a voice so calm and cheerful, just as cheerful as can be, said, "According to our survey, now the song is number three!"

(Chorus twice)

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In seventeen forty-two, it was customary in the township of Halifax, for a gentleman to partake occasionally of ratafia which was--a light-flavored liquer of amazing potency--which originated in Middlesex and which we suppose is the reason for this song.

Chorus:
Oh, Miss Bailey! Unfortunate, Miss Bailey!

A captain bold in Halifax, who dwelt in country quarters, seduced a maid who hung herself one Monday in her garters.
His wicked conscience smitted him. He lost his stomach daily. He took to drinking ratafia and tho't upon Miss Bailey.

(Chorus)

One night betimes he went to bed for he had caught the fever. Said he, "I am a handsome man and I'm a gay deceiver."
His candle just a twelve o'clock began to burn quite palely. A ghost stepped up to his bedside and said, "Behold, Miss Bailey!"

(Chorus)

"Avast, Miss Bailey," then he cried, "you can't affright me, really." "Dear Captain Smith," the ghost replied, "you used me ungenteelly.
The coroner's quest goes hard with me because I've acted freely and Parson Biggs won't bury me tho' I'm a dead Miss Bailey."

(Chorus)

"Dear Ma'am," says he, "since you and I must once for all accounts close, I have a one pound note in my regimental small clothes.
'Twill bribe the sexton for your grave." The ghost then answered gaily, "Bless you, wicked Captain Smith, remember poor Miss Bailey!"

(Chorus)

"All's well that ends well, I suppose."

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Jane Bowers

Down by the mission San Miguel is a great house wherein dwell Don Carlos and La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell.

I work at the ranch. I saddle her mare. I ride with the gun behind as she visits her friends here and there.
She says, "Thank you, Manuel," or, "Manuel, por favor," or "Good ev'ning, Manuel,"
La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell.

I dream of the mission San Miguel and it says to me, the mission bell,
"She is married, Manuel, the wife of the rancher, Don Carlos Cantrell.

You serve at the ranch. You hold her chair. You carry her boxes, trunks, letters, and books here and there.
She says, "Thank you, Manuel," or, "Manuel, por favor," or "Good ev'ning, Manuel,"
La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell.

But I hear with my heart what she says with her eyes with, "Good ev'ning, Manuel," or "Manuel, por favor,"
Or, "The carriage, Manuel," or "Manuel, close the door."

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by George Archer, c. 1947,1964, 1965
(Many thanks to Big Wayne Shrubsall for researching and contributing these lyrics)

E inu tatou e
hara E inu tatou ite ava e
E inu tatou e
E inu tatou e
hara E inu tatou ite ava e
E inu tatou e

A rave hoi oe
A rave hoi oe
*A rave ite mau peu ri'i e
A rave e--
ite mau peu ri'i mau ae te man
ote vahine e.

For singers: pronounce each syllable and vowel separately. The line marked * then would be pronounced this way: Ah rahvay eetay mah oo payoo ree-ee ay (as in "say"). However, Guard's solo verse is NOT part of Archer's original.

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Stan Wilson

A rollin' stone gathers no moss. (Repeat) So, as far as I can see, I guess I was meant to be just a rollin' stone.

A rollin' stone gathers no moss. A rollin' stone hasn't a boss.
Just like a Spring or a Summer's breeze, I can roll just where I please. I'm just a rollin' stone.

Can't lose my way, all directions are the same when I'm a-travelin'. I've got no home, sweet home.
Just keep boppin', never stoppin', couldn't even if I wanted to, I've got to roam and roll.

A rollin' stone gathers no moss. A rollin' stone's like that coin that you toss.
But I don't need level ground. I can roll up hill or down. I'm just a rollin' stone.

When I'm travelin', all directions are the same. A string unravelin', I don't think that I'm to blame.

Some might think my life's a loss. A rollin' stone never gets lost.
So, I'll just keep playin' it straight 'til I roll right through that gate. I'm just a rollin' stone.
A rollin' stone. (Repeat and fade)

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Bill Hansen

Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day. Talkin' with my comrades to pass the time away.
Lying in the shade underneath the trees. Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas.

Chorus:
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas. Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas. (Repeat)

Just before the battle, the Gen'ral heard a row. He said, "The Yanks are coming. I hear their rifles now."
He turned around in wonder and what do you think he sees? The Georgia militia eating goober peas!

(Chorus)

Think my song has lasted almost long enough. The subject is most interesting but rhymes are mighty rough.
I wish this war was over, when free from rags and fleas, we'd kiss our wives and sweethearts and then we'd gobble goober peas!

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It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
I'm worried now...but I won't be worried long.

(Bobby:)
Got myself a Cadillac, thirty dollars down.
Got myself a brand new house five miles out of town.
Got myself a gal named Sue, treats me really fine.
Yes, she's my baby and I love her all the time.

It takes a worried, worried man to sing a worried, worried song.
It takes a worried, worried man to sing a worried, worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
I'm worried now...but I won't be worried long.

(Nickie:)
I've been away on a business trip, travelin' all around.
I've got a gal and her name is Sue, prettiest gal in town.
She sets my mind to worryin' every time I'm gone.
I'll be home tonight...so I won't be worried long!

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
I'm worried now...but I won't be worried long.

(Dave:)
Well, Bobby's in the living room, holding hands with Sue.
Nickie's at that big front door, 'bout to come on through.
Well, I'm here in the closet. Oh, Lord, what shall I do?
We're worried now but we won't be worried long.

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
I'm worried now...but I won't be worried long.

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