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Woody Guthrie




Woody Guthrie Album



1997
1.
Muleskinner Blues
2.
The Wreck Of The Old 97
3.
Sally Goodin'
4.
5.
6.
7.
Rubber Dolly
8.
21 Years
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
Hen Cackle
15.
16.
17.
Johnny Hart
18.
19.
20.
Gambling Man
21.
Rye Straw
22.
Crawdad Song
23.
Ida Red
24.
Keep My Skillet Good & Greasy
25.
Train 45
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Muleskinner Blues

[No lyrics]

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The Wreck Of The Old 97

[No lyrics]

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Sally Goodin'

[No lyrics]

. . .


There's a little black train a-coming,
Coming down the track.
You've got to ride that little black train
but it ain't a-gonna bring you back.

You may be a bar-room gambler
And cheat your way through life,
But you can't cheat that little black train
Or beat this final ride.

You silken bar-room ladies,
dressed in your wordly pride.
You've got to ride that little black train,
That's coming in tonight.

Your million dollar fortune,
Your mansion glittering white,
You can't take it with you
When the train moves in tonight

Get ready for your saviour
Pick your business right.
You've got to ride that little black train,
To make this final ride.

You silken bar-roomladies,
dressed in your worldly pride,
You've got to ride that little black train
That's coming in tonight

You may be a bar-room gambler,
Cheat your way through life,
But you can't cheat that little black train,
Or beat this final ride.

There's a little black train a-coming,
Coming down the track.
You've got to ride that little black train
but it ain't a-gonna bring you back.

. . .


Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet?
Who's gonna glove your hand?
Who's gonna kiss your red, ruby lips?
Who's gonna be your man?
Papa's gonna shoe my pretty little feet
Mama's gonna glove my hand
Sister's gonna kiss my red, ruby lips
I don't need no man

I don't need no man
I don't need no man
Sister's gonna kiss my red, ruby lips
I don't need no man

Fastest train I ever did ride
Was a hundred coaches long
And the only woman I ever did love
Was on that train and gone

On that train and gone, boys
On that train and gone
The only woman I ever did love
Was on that train and gone

Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet?
Who's gonna glove your hand?
Who's gonna kiss your red, ruby lips?
Who's gonna be your man?

Papa's gonna shoe my pretty little feet
Mama's gonna glove my hand
Sister's gonna kiss my red, ruby lips
I don't need no man

I don't need no man
I don't need no man
Sister's gonna kiss my red, ruby lips
I don't need no man

. . .


I've gambled down in the town of Newport News
The more I gamble, boys, the more I lose
Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
I guess they got troubles too

Well the hobos know me up and down the line
They don't know the trouble on my mind
I guess they got troubles too
I guess they got troubles too, boys
I guess they got troubles too
I guess they got troubles too, boys
From Baltimore to Washington

And the police know me up and down the line
They don't know the trouble on my hands
I guess they got troubles too
I guess they got trouble too, boy
I guess they got troubles too
I guess the police they got their troubles too
From Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
I guess they've got troubles too

Going up north and goin north this fall
If my luck don't change I won't be back at all
From Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington, boys
Baltimore to Washington
Baltimore to Washington
I guess they got troubles too

. . .

Rubber Dolly

[No lyrics]

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21 Years

[No lyrics]

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Sowing on the mountain, Reaping in the valley;
Sowing on the mountain, Reaping in the valley;
Sowing on the moun tain, Reaping in the valley,
You're gonna reap just what you sow.

God gave Noah the rainbow sign
God gave Noah the rainbow sign
God gave Noah the rainbow sign
It won't be water, but fire next time.

Won't be water, but fire next time
Won't be water, but fire next time
Won't be water, but fire next time
God gave Noah the rainbow sign.

. . .


Make me a bed right down on your floor
Make me a bed right down on your floor
I'll lay my head in a bed on your floor

I'm a poor lonesome boy
I'm a long way from home
I'm a poor lonesome boy
I'm a long way from home
I'll lay my head in a bed on your floor

The sheriff's on my trail with a big forty-four
The sheriff's on my trail with a big forty-four
I'll lay my head in a bed on your floor

Clock strikin' midnight and daylight to go
Clock strikin' midnight and daylight to go
I'll lay my head in a bed on your floor

Bed on the floor love bed on the floor
Make me a bed right down on your floor
I'll lay my head in a bed on your floor

. . .


Take a whiff, take a whiff, take a whiff on me
Everybody take a whiff on me
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me (X2)

I got a woman 6ft4 sleepin in the kitchen with her feet in the door
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me
Sure maid, fishin in the creek, ain't caught a man since a way last week
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me

Take a whiff, take a whiff, take a whiff on me
Everybody take a whiff on me
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me (X2)

Wanna get a woman let me tell you a word, grease your hair down slick n smart
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me
I'm walkin' down the road with my hat in my hand lookin' for a woman who wants to meet a man,
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me

Take a whiff, take a whiff, take a whiff on me
Everybody take a whiff on me
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me (X2)

Walkin down the road and the road's mighty muddy, sliipin n sliding n I can't stay steady
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me
I know my woman ain't treatin me right she don't get home till the day gets light,
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me

Take a whiff, take a whiff, take a whiff on me
Everybody take a whiff on me
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me (X2)

Meet a lot of woman rambling around but the Boston women are the best I've found
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me
Singing songs all night long, sing to my woman from midnight on,
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me

Take a whiff, take a whiff, take a whiff on me
Everybody take a whiff on me
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me (X2)

. . .


I stood on the stepstone when schooldays was o'er
Long for the time to go by
Now that it's gone, I stand here tonight
Bid this old stepstone good bye.

Goodbye to my stepstone, goodbye to my home
God bless the ones that I leave with a cry
The field will be widening and I wil be gone
To ramble this wide world alone.

I stand on my stepsyone at eventide now,
The wind whistles by with a moan
Now it is gone and I stand here tonight
Goodbye to my stepstone and home.

Goodbye to my stepstone...

It's hard to be parted from those that we love
When reverses in fortune have come.
The world's strongest heartstrings are broken in twain
From the absence of loved ones and home.

Goodbye to my stepstone...

. . .


Now, come and bathe my forehead, Mother
For I'm growing very weak
Let one drop of water, Mother,
Fall upon my burning cheek

Go and tell my little playmates
That I never more will play
Give them all my toys, but Mother,
Put my little shoes away

You will do this won't you Mother?
Please remember what I say
Give them all my toys, but Mother,
Put my little shoes away

Santa Claus he brought them to me
With a lot of other things
And I thought he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings

Soon the baby will be larger
And they'll fit his little feet
Won't he look so nice and funny
As he walks upon the street

You will do this won't you Mother?
Please remember what I say
Give them all my toys, but Mother,
Put my little shoes away

. . .

Hen Cackle

[No lyrics]

. . .


My mother called me to her bedside
These words she said to me
If you don't quit your rambling ways
They're gonna get you in the penetentiary
Gonna get you in the penetentiary poor boy
Gonna get you in the penetentiary
If you don't quit your reckless ways
They're gonna get you in the penetentiary

So I sat myself down in a gambling game
But I could not play my hand
Just thinking about that woman I love
Run away with another man
Run away with another man poor boy
Run away with another man
Just thinking about that woman I love
Run away with another man

The cards came around the table lord
And I had such a worried mind
My stack of gold dollars I wasted away
And I lost about ninety-nine
I lost about ninety-nine poor boy
I lost about ninety-nine
My stack of gold dollars I wasted away
And I lost about ninety-nine

It wasn't very long till I seen him again
He ran away left her behind
And I laid him down with my old forty-four
And the judge gave me ninety-nine
The judge gave me ninety-nine poor boy
The judge gave me ninety-nine
I laid a man down with my big forty-four
And the judge gave me ninety-nine

Well the jury said I had to pay
And the clerk he wrote it down
And the judge called out my number
Two sixes upside down
Two sixes upside down poor boy
Two sixes upside down
The judge called out my number
Two sixes upside down

. . .


The end of the summer, down in New Orleans
Should've called, got caught up in the scene
Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't a damn thing right
Gonna be comin' home but baby, not tonight
The reason I'm stayin' is everything's swayin'
It feels too good to leave
Pay all the bullshit, send me the receipts
I don't know where I'll be

The bayou's callin', the gypsy's out tonight
French Quarter lamps are burnin'
Lamps are burning bright
Now I'm the kind of man
That will throw caution to the wind, all night long
I'll be here 'til the end
The caravan awaits me in a place within my mind
Wish you could be here, i guess another time ,oh another time

Whoo, hoo, yeah, yeah, ain't life grand
All the pushin', and huggin', and pushin', and tuggin'
And whoo, hoo, yeah, yeah, ain't life grand
All the pissin' and moanin', and jerkin' me off
I said whoo, hoo, yeah, yeah, ain't life grand
Oh, ain't life grand

Ohh whoo, hoo, yeah, yeah, ain't life grand
All the drinkin', and takin', and fakin' it all
I said, whoo, hoo, yeah, yeah, ain't life grand
All the touchin', and feelin', and bumpin', and squealin'
Now whoo, hoo, oh yeah, ain't life grand
All the kickin', and screamin', all the lyin', and cheatin'
Now, whoo, hoo, yeah, yeah, ain't life grand
Ain't life grand, ain't life grand

Ain't it grand baby?
Ain't life grand baby
Ain't life grand mama
Sweet daddy grand
Mama grand, brother grand, woman grand
Papa grand, granny grand
Baby grand
Oh I need a damn gram

. . .

Johnny Hart

[No lyrics]

. . .


I went across the river
I lay down to sleep
I went across the river
I lay down to sleep
When I woke up
Had shackles on my feet

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

Twenty-one links
Of chain around my leg
Twenty-one links
Of chain around my leg
And on each link
'S an initial of my name

I asked that judge
What's gonna be my fine
I asked that judge
What's gonna be my fine
Twenty-one years
On the Rocky Mountain line

That train pulled out
Twenty-one coaches long
That train pulled out
Twenty-one coaches long
And the woman I love
Is on that train and gone

Twenty-one years
Pay my awful crime
Twenty-one years
Pay my awful crime
Tweny-one years
And I still got ninety-nine

. . .


I went down to the railroad yard, Watch the train come by
Knew that train would roll that day But I did not know what time.

I did not know what time, boys, did not know what time,
Knew the train would roll that day but I did not know what time.
Good morning, Mister railroad man, what time does your train roll by?

Nine sixteen and two forty four, twenty five minutes ‘til five.
At nine sixteen, two forty four, twenty five minutes ‘til five.
Thank you, Mister railroad man, I wanna watch your train roll by.

Standing on the platform, smoking a big cigar,
Waitin' for some old freight train that carries an empty car.

I rode her down to Danville town, got stuck on a Danville girl,
Bet your life she was a pearl, she wore that Danville curl.

She wore her hat on the back of her head like high tone people all do,
Very next train come down that track, I bid that gal adieu.

I bid that gal adieu, poor boys, I bid that gal adieu,
The very next train come down that track, I bid that gal adieu.

. . .

Gambling Man

[No lyrics]

. . .

Rye Straw

[No lyrics]

. . .

Crawdad Song

[No lyrics]

. . .

Ida Red

[No lyrics]

. . .

Keep My Skillet Good & Greasy

[No lyrics]

. . .

Train 45

[No lyrics]

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