All The Good Times

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    All The Good Times

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    Sixteen Tracks

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    The Fish Song

    Sat here by this stony brook until the grey day turned to dust
    When up swam a fish with a children's book thought that I was lost.
    He was on his way to the salmon hop, that's where they go to breed
    Saw me sitting on this log and thought I'd like to read.

    The night was cloudy but the moon he found a hole
    Said that he felt bad for me cause I had no place to go

    Why aren't you at the harvest ball with some sweet young gal
    You just sit like a bump on the log and call that fish your pal.

    Well, I told him I was an orphan lived here all alone
    But many people have often tried to catch and take me home
    They never caught me!

    Thought that I was a hiding, call this log my home
    But the fish and the moon and a sweet young gal
    All want me for their own.

    The night was cloudy but the moon he found a hole
    Said that he felt bad for me cause I had no place to go

    So I met that gal at the harvest ball, she took me to her room
    While I slept in children's dreams, the fish ran away with the moon.
    The fish ran away with the moon
    The fish ran away with the moon.
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    Jambalaya

    Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
    Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
    My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
    Son of a gun, we'll have good fun on the bayou

    Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
    'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my machez amio
    Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
    Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

    Thibodeaux, Fountaineaux, the place is buzzin'
    Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
    Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
    Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

    Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
    'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my machez amio
    Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
    Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

    Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
    'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my machez amio
    Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
    Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
    Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
    Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
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    Down In Texas

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    Creepin' Round Your Back Door

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    Daisy

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    Slim Carter

    Who's gonna give a job to old Slim Carter,
    Who's gonna give a man a place to say.
    Who do you know that needs an old tired out rodeo man
    Who do you know nowadays needs a gun hand
    Who needs a gunhand

    I heard he was born somewhere in South Dakota
    His mama ran off with an Indian Agent
    They say they hung his daddy for selling bad whiskey to the Balckfeet
    So at ten years old, he hit the road, and kept on moving

    Who's gonna give a job to old Slim Carter
    Who's gonna give a man a place to say
    Who do you know that needs an old tired out rodeo man
    Who do you know nowadays needs a gun hand
    Who needs a gunhand

    He finally ended up in Hollywood California
    He hocked the gold buckle that he worked so hard for
    Landed a job as a stuntman for America's favorite cowboy
    Until the stage had a wreck, he broke his neck
    And it was all over

    Who's gonna give a job to old Slim Carter
    Who's gonna give a man a place to say
    Who do you know that needs an old tired out rodeo man
    Who do you know nowadays needs a gun hand
    Who needs a gunhand
    Who needs a gunhand
    Who needs a gunhand?
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    Hoping To Say

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    Baltimore

    Baltimore, can you be in town tomorrow?
    Baltimore, I got no money for this call
    Baltimore, I don't think I can hold my sorrow any longer in Baltimore
    I feel I'm up against a wall

    Baltimore, can you find me in this city now?
    Baltimore, I don't know how much I've been changed
    Baltimore, I don't think i'm very pretty now
    Baltimore, can a meeting be arranged?

    Well I've been down, and I've been sorry,
    it's so hard to say it
    When you're tied deep in the hollow of a drum
    Oh yeah, but I don't care to hear you say you're worried
    You can find me in the morning if you come

    Baltimore, the best stories I remember
    Baltimore, about friends I used to know
    I've got a letter I could send her to Baltimore
    Now if you refuse to show

    Well I've been down, and I've been sorry,
    it's so hard to say it
    When you're tied deep in the hollow of a drum
    Oh yeah, but I don't care to hear you say you're worried
    You can find me in the morning if you come

    Baltimore, can you be in town tomorrow?
    Baltimore, Igot no money for this call
    Baltimore, I don't think I can hold my sorrow any longer in Baltimore
    I feel you're up against a wall
    In Baltimore
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    Jamaica, Say You Will

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    Civil War Trilogy

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    Diggy Liggy Lo

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