The Kingston Trio Album

Chorus:
I been doin' some hard travelin'. I thought you knowed. I been doin' some hard travelin', way down the road.
I been doin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'. I been doin' some hard travelin', Lord.

I been workin' in a hard rock tunnel. I thought you knowed. I been leanin' on a pressure drill, way down the road.
Hammer flyin', air hose suckin', six feet of mud, I sure been muckin', I been doin' some hard travelin', Lord.

(Chorus)

I been workin' the Pittsburg steel. I thought you knowed. I been workin' that red-hot slag, way down the road.
I been a-blastin'. I been a-firin'. I been a-duckin' that red-hot fire. I been doin' some hard travelin', Lord.

(Chorus)

Well, I've been hittin' that Lincoln highway. I thought you knowed. I been hittin' that sixty-six, way down the road.
Well, a heavy load and a worried mind, I a-lookin' for a woman that is hard to find. I been doin' some hard travelin', Lord.

(Chorus)

Chorus:
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand, with an achin' in my heart and my pockets full of sand.
I'm a long way from home and I miss my darlin' so. In the early mornin' rain, with no place to go.

Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go but I'm stuck here on the grass where them cold winds blow.
Yeah, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast. Ah, but there she goes, my friend, though she's rollin' out at last.

Hear the mighty engines roar. See the silver wing on high. She's a-wingin' westward bound. High above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rains don't fall and the sun always shines. She'll be flyin' o'er my home in about three hours time.

This old airport's got me down. It's no earthly good to me 'cause I'm stuck here on the ground cold and drunk as I can be.
You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train. So, I best be on my way in the early mornin' rain.

Jacqueline Steiner/Bess Hawes

Spoken:
These are the times that try men's souls. In the course of our nation's history, the people of Boston have rallied
bravely whenever the rights of men have been threatened. Today, a new crisis has arisen. The Metropolitan
Transit Authority, better known as the M. T. A., is attempting to levy a burdensome tax on the population in the
form of a subway fare increase. Citizens, hear me out! This could happen to you!

(Eight bar guitar, banjo introduction)

Well, let me tell you of the story of a man named Charley on a tragic and fateful day.
He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family, went to ride on the M. T. A.
Chorus:
Well, did he ever return? No, he never returned and his fate is still unknown. (What a pity! Poor ole Charlie. Shame and scandal. He may ride forever. Just like Paul Revere.)
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston. He's the man who never returned.

Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square Station and he changed for Jamaica Plain.
When he got there the conductor told him, "One more nickel." Charlie couldn't get off of that train.

(Chorus)

Now, all night long Charlie rides through the station, crying, "What will become of me?!!
How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea or my cousin in Rocksbury?"

(Chorus)

Charlie's wife goes down to the Sculley Square Station every day at quarter past two,
And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich as the train comes rumblin' through.

(Chorus)

Now, you citizens of Boston, don't you think it's a scandal how the people have to pay and pay?
Fight the fare increase! Vote for George O'Brien! Get poor Charlie off the M. T. A.

(Chorus)

He's the man who never returned. He's the man who never returned.
E tu, Charlie?

If today was not an endless highway. If tonight was not a crooked trail.
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all.

Chorus:
Yes' 'n' only if my own true love was waiting; if I could hear her heart softly pounding.
Only if she were lying by me, I'd lie in my bed once again.

I can't see my reflection in the water. Can't speak the sounds that show no pain.
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps. Can't remember the sound of my own name.

(Chorus)

There's beauty in the silver singing river. There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky.
But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty that I remember in my true love's eyes.

(Chorus)

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

Down the street the dogs are barking and the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, all the dogs lose their bark,
And the silent night is shattered by the sound inside my mind.

Chorus:
I am one too many mornings. One too many mornings. One too many mornings and a thousand miles behind.

From the cross roads of my door step, my eyes, they start to fade
As I turn my head back to the room where my love and I have lain.
As I gaze out to the street, to the sidewalk and the signs

(Chorus)

There's a restless, hungry feeling that don't mean no one no good. Everything I'm saying, you can say it just as good.
You are right from your side and I am right from mine.
We're both just one too many mornings. (Talk about) one too many mornings.
One too many mornings and a thousand miles behind.

Yellow is the color of my true love's hair in the morning when we rise, in the morning when we rise.
That's the time. That's the time I love the best.

Blue is the color of the sky in the morning when we rise, in the morning when we rise.
That's the time. That's the time I love the best.

Mellow is the feeling that I get when I'm with her, uh huh, when I'm with her, uh huh.
That's the time. That's the time I love the best.

Freedom is a word I rarely use without thinking, uh huh, without thinking, uh huh.
'Bout the time ('bout the time), hey, 'bout the time (hey, 'bout the time) when I've been lost.

Yellow is the color of my true love's hair in the morning when we rise, in the morning when we rise.
That's the time. That's the time I love the best. That's the time. Yeah, that's the time I love the best.

[No lyrics]

In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle the quiet jungle
The lion sleeps tonight

Near the village the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village the quiet village
The lion sleeps tonight

Hush my darling don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush my darling don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonig

(Spoken recitation over musical accompaniment)
Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound to die.

I met her on the mountain. There I took her life. Met her on the mountain. Stabbed her with my knife.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound to die.

This time tomorrow. Reckon where I'll be. Hadn't-a been for Grayson, I'd-a been in Tennessee.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound to die.

This time tomorrow. Reckon where I'll be. Down in some lonesome valley hangin' from a white oak tree.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound to die.

Chorus:
Irene, goodnight. Irene, goodnight Goodnight, Irene. Goodnight, Irene. I'll see you in my dreams.

Last Saturday night I got married. Me and my wife settled down.
Now, me and my wife are parted. Gonna take a little stroll downtown.

(Chorus)

Yeah, sometimes I live in the country and sometimes I live in town.
Yeah, and sometimes I take a great notion I'm gonna jump in the river and drown.

(Chorus)

Stop ramblin'. Stop that gamblin'. Stop staying out late at night.
Go home to your wife and family. Stay there by the fireside, bright.

(Chorus)

Goodnight, Irene. Goodnight, Irene. I'll see you in my dreams.

Woody Guthrie

Chorus:
Well, it's hard. Ain't it hard? Ain't it hard (oh, yes) to love one who never
did love you.
Well, it's hard. Ain't it hard? Ain't it hard, great God, to love one who never
will be true?

Well, there is a house in this old town. That's where my true love lays around.
She sits down upon another's knee (do tell) and tells him what she never will
tell me.

(Chorus)

The first time I seen my true love she was a-standin' by my door,
And the last time I seen her false-hearted smile, she was dead on that bar room
floor! (Poor girl!)

(Chorus)

Well, who's gonna kiss your ruby lips? (Not you, sweetie!) Who's gonna hold
your little hand? (Hand?)
Who's gonna do, well, you know what, when I'm down in that promised land? (I
will!)

(Chorus)

Well, don't go drinkin' and gamblin'. Don't go there your sorrows for to drown.
This hard liquor place is a low-down disgrace. It's the meanest damn place in
this town!

(Chorus)

Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, Poor John.

John Hardy was a fightin' man, carried a razor ev'ry day. He killed a man in Mobile town
You ought to see my Johnny get away. Ought to see my Johnny

Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, Poor John.

John Hardy was standin' at the bar, so drunk he could not see. Along came a man with a warrant in his hand,
Crying, "Johnny boy, why don't you come with me? Johnny boy, why don't you come with me?"

John Hardy had a pretty little gal, kept her dressed in blue. He saw her in the hangin' crowd,
Cryin', "Johnny boy, I'll be true to you. Johnny boy, I'll be true to you. True to you. True to you. True to you. Poor, John."

I've been to the East and I've been to the West, been this whole world 'round. I've been to the North and I lived in the South.
This will be my buryin' ground. This will be my buryin' ground.

I've been this wide world over. Been this whole world 'round. Been to the river and I've been baptized.
Take me to my buryin' ground. Getaway, getaway, getaway.

Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures.
Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures
Completely round is the golden fruit that hangs from the o-o-orange tree
Yes the circle shape is quite renown
But sad to say it can be found
In the lowdown, dirty run-around
That my true love gave to me
That my true love gave to me

Completely square is the little box he said my ring would be in
Completely square is the envelope he said good-bye to me in
Completely square is the handkerchief I flourish constantly
As I dry my eyes of the tears I've shed,
And blow my nose which turns bright red
For a perfect square is my true love's head
He will not marry me, no
He will not marry me

Rectangular is the hotel door my true love tried to sneak through
Rectangular is the transom hole by which I had to peek through,
Rectangular is the hotel room I entered angrily, and
Rectangular is the wooden box
Where lies my love neath the golden phlox
They say he died of the chicken pox
In part I must agree
One chick too many had he

Triangular is the piece of pie I eat to ease my sorrow
Triangular is the hatchet blade I plan to hide tomorrow
Triangular the relationship which now has ceased to be
And triangular is the garment thin
That fastens on with a safety pin
To a prize I had no wish to win
It's a lasting memory
That my true love gave to me

Some people say I'm a no-count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travellin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

When I was a little baby
My momma said, "Hey son
Travel where you will and grow to be a man
And sing what must be sung, poor boy
Sing what must be sung."

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Now that I'm a grown man
I've travelled here and there
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song
The only ones who ever cared, poor boy
The only ones who ever cared

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Some people say I'm a no-count
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travellin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should.

And I don't give a damn about a Greenback a-dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Bob Dylan

Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat uncovering the cross roads I am standing at
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that but babe, you've been on my mind.

I am not asking you to say words like "yes" and "no", please understand me. I've got no place for you to go.
I'm just breathing to myself, pretending not that I don't know. Babe, you've been on my mind.

Even though my mind is hazy and my thoughts, they might be narrow,
Where you been? Don't bother me or bring me down in sorrow
It don't even matter to me where you're waking up tomorrow. Babe, you've been on my mind.

When you wake up in the morning, baby, look inside your mirror, you know I won't be next to you. You know I won't be near.
I'll just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear as someone who has had you on his mind. (Repeat 1st verse.)

Babe, you've been on my mind.

We went one day about a month ago (ha ha ha) to have a little fun (ah ha) in Mexico.
We ended up in a gambling spot (ha ha ha) where the liquor flowed and the dice were hot.

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

I was shooting dice, raking in the dough (long green) and then I heard a whistle blow.
We started to run when a man in blue said, "Senor, come with me 'cause I want you."

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

Just five hundred dollars and they'll set us free. I couldn't raise a penny if they threatened me.
I know five hundred don't sound like much (cheap), but just try to find somebody to touch.

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.
So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

[No lyrics]

Well, no matter where I wandered I know I'll always find a welcome at the end of every journey.
There'll be friendly people waitin'.

Chorus:
California would not hold me 'though I loved her timber mountains.
Worked her fields and worked her orchids up and down her central valley.

I have driven open highway through the golden Utah valley
And I watched the rivers gently gliding. I wave my hand to friendly people.

(Chorus)

Folks who know me call me a drifter. They don't know I'll stop my ramblin'.
They don't know that someday somewhere somebody's gonna make me settle down.

I'm going home, Lord, I'm going home. (Repeat and then chorus twice)

I'm going home!

Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls picked them, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone to young men, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone for soldiers, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
A long, long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Scotch and Soda
Mud in yer eye
Baby do I feel high oh me oh my
Do I feel high

Dry martini
Jigger of gin
Oh what a spell you've got me in, oh my
Do I feel high

People won't believe me
They'll think that I'm just braggin'
But I could feel the way I do
And still be on the wagon

All I need is one of your smiles
Sunshine of your eye oh me oh my
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly
Give me lovin' baby I feel high

People won't believe me
They'll think that I'm just braggin'
But I could feel the way I do
And still be on the wagon

All I need is one of your smiles
Sunshine of your eye oh me oh my
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly
Give me lovin' baby I feel high

[No lyrics]

Hey! We are following the footsteps of those who've gone before and we'll all be reunited on that new and sunlit shore.

Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in.

And when the sun refuse to shine,
And when the sun refuse to shine,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the sun refuse to shine.

Oh, when the trumpet sound its call,
Oh, when the trumpet sound its call,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the trumpet sounds that call.

Oh, when the new world is revealed,
Oh, when the new world is revealed,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the new world is revealed.

Oh, when the new world is revealed,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in.