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The Kingston Trio Album



1963
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I was travelin' West of Buckskin on my way to a cattle run, 'cross a little cactus desert under a hard bargaining sun. Thirsty down to my toenails, I stopped to rest me on a stump, but I tell you I just couldn't believe it when I saw that water pump. I took it to be a mirage at first. It'll fool a thirsty man. Then I saw a note stuck in a bakin' powder can. "This pump is old," the note began, "but she works. So give'er a try. I put a new sucker washer in 'er. You may find the leather dry.

Chorus:
You've got to prime the pump. You must have faith and believe. You've got to give of yourself 'fore you're worthy to receive.
Drink all the water you can hold. Wash your face to your feet. Leave the bottle full for others. Thank you kindly, Desert Pete.

Yeah, you'll have to prime the pump, work that handle like there's a fire. Under the rock you'll find some water left there in a bitter's jar. Now there's just enough to prime it with, so don't you go drinkin' first. Just pour it in and pump like mad and, buddy, you'll quench your thirst.

(Chorus)

Well, I found the jar, and I tell you, nothin' was ever prettier to my eye and I was tempted strong to drink it because that pump looked mighty dry, but the note went on, "Have faith, my friend, there's water down below. You've got to give to really get. I'm the one who ought to know."

So I poured in the jar and started pumpin' and I heard a beautiful sound of water bubblin' 'n' splashin' up out of that hole in the ground. Then I took off my shoes and drunk my fill of that cold refreshin' treat. Tthen I thanked the Lord, and I thanked the pump, and I thanked old Desert Pete.

(Chorus)

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Marcelle Vahine ai'a Tahiti a wa'a
Ta mata hata Tahiti
No fatigi, fatigi mata ho

O he no a'utu nu'a hu nu
Ai'a a hulu a o'u
He a hu na'a hu nu'a ei'a na
Ha a'a mai a an tat mahu

[Repeat all]

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Chorus:
You gotta sing out if you want to get to heaven. You gotta sing out, join in and pray.
Sing out if you want to get to heaven. Ask the Lord to show you the way and He'll show you if you pray!

Well, I can sing my title clear to mansions in the sky. I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear and wipe my weepin' eye.

(Chorus)

Wake up by the trumpet sound, I from the grave shall rise to see the judge with the glory crown, a view from flaming sky.

(Chorus twice)

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Oh, the Thresher, the finest atomic ship that ever dived for the sea.
Each man on board was a volunteer. Was there 'cause he chose there to be.

Chorus:
Ev'ry man jack on board was a hero. Ev'ry man jack on board there was brave.
Ev'ry man jack on board was a hero. Each man risked a watery grave.

Oh, their wives and their sweethearts came down to port their last fond good-byes there to say.
Each tried her best to be tearless and brave. They promised to meet there some day.

(Chorus)

Then "Dive" said the Captain and we held our breath. A sound like she'd broken in two.
That was the last we ever heard of her. Last word we had of her crew.

(Chorus)

Oh, the Thresher, yes, now her reactor is still but very good company she keeps.
Men from the Lexington, Hornet, and the Wasp are down there with her in the deep.

(Chorus)

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How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take 'till he knows that too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.


How many years must a mountain exist before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.

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Well, the Goo Ga Gee is a mighty funny bird. He sings the best song that you ever, ever heard.
He learned this song from a little baby 'cause ev'ry little baby goes "Goo ga gee."

Well, the Goo Ga Gee is from the Milky Way. It flies down to earth ev'ry other day.
It hides in the corner where you can not see and as he flies away he sings, "Goo ga gee."

Well, the Goo Goo Ga Ga, Goo Goo Ga Ga, Goo Ga Gee, the Goo Ga Gee is the bird for me
And if you think my song is a little crazy, it's only 'cause you never sing the Goo Ga Gee.

(Repeat first verse)

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We got married in a fever. Hotter than a pepper sprout. We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson. Gonna mess around. I'm goin' to Jackson. You know I'm pleasure bound.

Well, you go on, sweet daddy, go ahead and wreck your health. Play your hand like a lover man and make a big fool of yourself.
Go on to Jackson. Comb your hair. Gotta snowball Jackson. See if I care.

When I breeze into that city, people gonna scrape and bow. All them women gonna beg me teach 'em what they don't know how.
I'm goin' down to Jackson. Turn loose my coat. I'm goin' to Jackson. "Goodbye," that's all she wrote.

When they laugh at you in Jackson, I'll be dancin' on the pony keg. Then I'll lead you 'round town like a scolded hound,
With your tail tucked between your legs.
So, go on down to Jackson. You big talkin' man. I'll be waitin' in Jackson behind my Japan fan.

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I've been away so long. Fought a war that's come and gone. Doesn't anybody know my name?
My sister's up and wed and mama's took to bed. Doesn't anybody know my name?

Chorus:
Please tell me, if you can. What time do the trains roll in? Two-ten, six-eighteen, ten forty-four.

The hedge is turning brown and the fence is falling down. Doesn't anybody know my name?
The girl I left behind has gone to Caroline. Doesn't anybody know my name?

(Chorus)

Fought that war across the sea. Almost died to keep us free. Doesn't anybody know my name?
Now I'm home and no one cares. Seems that trouble's are only theirs. Doesn't anybody know my name?

(Chorus)

Doesn't anybody know my name?

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One evening when the sun was low my brown eyes whispered, "I must go."
Not one second would she wait. She kissed my cheek and left my gate.

Chorus:
Those brown eyes I loved so well. Those brown eyes I long to see.
How I long for those brown eyes. Strangers they have grown to be.

One night I met her on the street. I tipped my hat but I could not speak.
Another man was by her side. Soon I thought she'd be his bride.

(Chorus)

'Twas just a year ago today, they laid my own brown eyes away.
Six long years for me she cried. It was her brother by her side.

(Chorus)

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I use to sit in the shade of an old cedar tree and I dream of the days, what they're holdin' for me.
But all those should know who gaze at the sky. It's for those who are wise. It's for those who are wise.

And the west winds would blow. They'd be singing to me. They'd say, "Look, you, out yonder, just as far as you can see."
But all those should know who gaze at the sky. It's for those who are wise. It's for those who are wise.

And the years went their way as the good years will go. But my dreams linger on in the hills of my home.
And young men should know who gaze at the sky. It is you who are wise, only you who are wise.

I used to sit in the shade of an old cedar tree.

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Chorus:
Well, I know you, Rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone. (Repeat)
You're gonna miss your daddy rollin' in your arms.

Well, the sun's gonna shine on my back porch some day. I said (Repeat)
Then the wind from the river's gonna blow all my troubles away.

(Chorus)

Well, I ain't got a nickel, no, I ain't got a lousy dime. (Repeat)
But I got a long way to go 'fore the end of my time.

(Chorus)

It takes a hard hearted woman to make a long time men feel bad. (Repeat)
'Cause it makes him remember the long hard road that he's had.

(Chorus)

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