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Cumberland Gap
03:11
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Me, my wife, & my wife's pap
All come home through the Cumberland Gap
Save up my money, & buy a little farm
Raise sweet taters as long as your arm
Come on boys, take a little nap
Wake up sober in the Cumberland Gap
Cumberland Gap is a mighty fine place
Three kinds of water just to wash your face
Cumberland Gap is not my home
I'm going to leave old Cumberland alone
Whoa, Cumberland Gap.
Whoa, Cumberland Gap.
My last old dollar is gone.
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Valley Forge
02:26
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Bravest Cowboy
03:06
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In 1853 I joined an immigrant band
Ran on San Antonio
Down by the Rio Grande
I am the Bravest Cowboy
To ever travel west
Been all over the Rockies
Got bullets in my chest
I went out on the prairie
I learned to throw the line
I did not make much money
I did not dress so fine
I went out on the mountain
& I learned to rob and steal
When I robbed a cowboy
How happy I did feel
I am the Bravest Cowboy
To ever travel west
Been all over the Rockies
Got bullets in my chest
I wear my wide brimmed high hat
And my saddle too is fine
When I court a pretty girl
You can know I make her mine
I am the Bravest Cowboy
To ever travel west
Been all over the Rockies
Got bullets in my chest
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Blackest Crow
03:56
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As time draws near my dearest dear when you and I must part
How little you know of the grief and woe in my poor aching heart
Each night I suffer for your sake, you’re the girl I love so dear
I wish that I you were staying here, or I was going with you
I wish my breast were made of glass wherein you might behold
Upon my heart your name lies wrote in letters made of gold
In letters made of gold my love, believe me dear its true
I wish that I you were staying here, or I was going with you
The blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white
If ever I prove false to you bright day will turn to night
Bright day will turn to night my love, the elements will mourn
If ever I prove false to thee the seas will rage and burn
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Cluck Old Hen
02:02
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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 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
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
Cluck old hen, cluck in the lot
Next time you cackle you'll cackle in the pot
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
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Pretty Saro
04:31
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Down in some lonesome valley
In a some lonely place
Where the wild birds warble
And their notes do increase
Farewell pretty Saro
I bid you Adieu
But I dream of pretty Saro
Wherever I go
Well I wish I was a merchant
And could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter
That she'd understand
And write it by the river
Where the waters overflow
But I dream of pretty Saro
Wherever I go
Well now Saro, pretty Saro
Go and tell me your line
Do you find me unworthy
Do you find me unkind
When our lives are over
You will surely see
That I treated you as fairly
As you treated me
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Jerry in the Lowground
01:53
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Wayward Jerry Big Sur, California
Old-Time Country & Bluegrass band from Big Sur, CA.
Tuning up chainsaws, fiddles, and banjos since 2017.
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