D John Henry, when he was a baby A Sitting on his mammy's knee D Picked up a hammer in his little right hand Bm A G D Said hammer be the death of me, me, me Bm A D Hammer be the death of me Some said he's born down in Texas Some say he's born up in Maine I just say he's a Louisiana man And the leader of a steel driving gang, gang, gang Leader of a steel driving gang The captain said to John Henry I'm gonna bring a steam drill around Gonna bring that steam drill out on the job I'll whup that steel on down, down, down Whup that steel on down John Henry said to the captain You can bring that steam drill round You can bring your steam drill out on the job I'll whup that steam drill down, down, down Whup that seam drill down Now the captain said to John Henry I believe that mountain's caving in What Henry said back stopped the captain in his tracks Ain't nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind, wind, wind Nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind John Henry drove into the mountain His iron was striking fire He beat that steam drill into the ground And raised his hammer to the sky, sky, sky Held his hammer in the sky John Henry cried out to his woman A man ain't nothin' but a man He drove so hard that it broke his poor heart And he died with his hammer in his hand, hand, hand There lies a steel drivin' man

Capo 1 G It takes a worried man to sing a worried song C G It takes a worried man to sing a worried song D G I’m worried now but I won’t be worried long I went across the river and lay me down to sleep I went across the river and lay me down to sleep When I woke up there were shackle on my feet Twenty-one links of chain wrapped around my leg Twenty-one links of chain wrapped around my leg Upon each link was the initials of my name I asked the judge, “what’s going to be my fine?” I asked that judge, “what’s going to be my fine?” “Twenty-one years,” he said, “..on the Rocky Mountain line” That train pulled out twenty-one boxcars long That train pulled out twenty-one boxcars long The girl I love is on that train and gone If somebody asks who wrote this song tell ‘em it was I If somebody asks who wrote this song tell ‘em it was I And the worried man blues, I sing ‘em all the time

G C G Long-haired preachers come out every night D Try to tell you what's wrong and what's right G C G But when asked how 'bout something to eat D G C G They will answer in voices so sweet D You will eat, bye and bye C G In that glorious land above the sky G7 C Work and pray, live on hay G D C G You'll get pie in the sky when you die And the Salvation Army they play And they sing and they clap and they pray Till they get all your coin on the drum Then they tell you when you're on the bum If you fight hard for children and wife Try to get something good in this life You're a sinner and bad man, they tell When you die you will sure go to hell Workingmen of all countries, unite Side by side we for freedom will fight When this world and its wealth we have gained To the grafters we'll sing this refrain

E A Go to sleep you weary hobo B7 E Let the towns drift slowly by Hear the steel rails hummin' That's a hobo's lullaby Do not think about tomorrow Let tomorrow come and go Tonight you've got a nice warm boxcar Safe from all the wind and snow I know the police cause you trouble They cause trouble everywhere But when you die and go to heaven You'll find no police men there I know your clothes are torn and ragged And your hair is turning grey Lift your face and smile at trouble You'll find happiness someday

A D A My darling sweet up and ran away from me A E She fled for the sun down south A D A She left me here in the cold, in despair and alone A E A It forced me to flee myself So, I packed up my bags and I hit the ol’ highway Ain’t nothing going to be stopping me My senorita soon I’m going to see ya When I make it down that Mexico way A D A Because whatever lies ahead on my path D A Won’t have the strength to keep me sidetracked D A E A Come hell or high water, I’m moving on to you The big ol’ engine rumble and roars in tune to the rails rocking back and forth On a midnight southbound passenger train that feasts on the distance between You and I and the vast terrain Half of which I’ve traveled; and half still to gain I’m saddling up this iron horse and riding down its rock course until I’m in your arm again Because every tie on this endless railway Is a kiss from her lips awaiting my face Come hell or high water, I’m moving on to you I stepped from terminals to train stations But soon I had to get away from public transportation The sight of lovers kissing at every stop Had me fearing our time wouldn’t come So I tore to pieces my ticket stub And opted for the freedom of my thumb The road twisted and turned while my love kept a-burning Waiting to kick the lovesick blues Because every step on this lonesome highway is a step of belief guiding toward our fate Come hell or high water, I’m moving on to you I hitched and I hopped and I gambled and lost Sight of everything and almost everyone But the photograph of you in my breast pocket Reminded to keep moving on You see those pretty eyes of your were my only roadmap They kept me focus and always on track Through the desert sand and foreign distant lands It kept my spirit strong Because every counted inch and every conquered mile Is one of each closer to the promise of your smile Come hell or high water, I’m moving on to you A E A I’m moving on to you D E I’ll do whatever it takes A I’ll swim a lake F#m I’ll jump a pit of snakes A E D I’ll do whatever I have to do A E A Just to keep moving on to you

C From this valley they say you’re a-going G How I’ll miss your bright eyes and sweet smile C F For with you, you are taking the sunshine C G C That has brightened my path for awhile Come and sit by my side, if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu Just remember the Red River Valley And the cowboy who loved you so true I have waited a long time, my darling For those sweet words you never did say But, alas, my fond hopes have vanish For they say you are going away Won’t you think of this valley you're leaving Oh how sad and lonely it’ll be Won’t you think of this dear heart you're breaking And all the pain that you’re causing to me They will bury me where you have wandered Near the hills where the daffodils grow When you're gone from the Red River Valley I can't live without you, this I know

Fine girl you are! D A D Adieu to you, my Dinah A D A thousand times adieu A G A We're going away from the Holy Ground D A And the girls that we hold true D A D We'll sail the salt sea over A G A And then return for shore D A G D To see, again, the girls we love A D And the Holy Ground once more D A G D You're the girl I do adore A G D And still I live in hopes to see A D The Holy Ground once more I see the storm a-rising I see it coming soon And the sky, it is so clouded You can scarcely see the moon And the Good Ship, she was all tossed about And the riggings, they were all tore And still I live in hopes to see The Holy Ground once more Now the storm is over And we are safe on shore We'll make a toast to the Holy Ground And the girls we do adore We'll drink strong ale and porter And make the rafters roar And when our money is all spent We'll go to sea for more

Bm G D A I've been a moonshiner for seventeen long years Bm G D A I've spent all of my money on whiskey and beer G A Bm G In a wild lonesome hollow I'll build me own still Bm G D A If the whiskey don’t kill me, I don’t know what will I go to some barroom and I drink with my friends Where the women they can’t follow to see what I spend God bless them pretty women, how I wish they was mine Their breath is as sweet as the dew on the vine Let me eat when I'm hungry, let me drink when I'm dry Give me a dollar when I'm hard up and religion when I die This world is but a bottle and life is but a dram When the bottle is empty, it won’t be worth a damn

C F C Riding on an eastbound freight train F C Speeding through the night F C Hobo Bill, a railroad bum D7 G7 Was fighting for his life C F C The sadness of his eyes revealed F C The torture of his soul F C He raised a weak and weary hand G C To brush away the cold G C Hobo Bill No warm lights flickered around him No blankets there to fold Nothing but the howling wind And the driving rain so cold When he heard a whistle blowing In a dreamy kind of way The hobo seemed contented For he smiled there where he lay Outside, the rain was falling On that lonesome boxcar door But the little form of Hobo Bill Lay still upon the floor While the train sped through the darkness And the raging storm outside No one knew that Hobo Bill Was taking his last ride It was early in the morning When they raised that hobo's head The smile still lingered on his face But Hobo Bill was dead There was no mother's longing To soothe his weary soul For he was just a railroad bum Who died out in the cold

G Trouble, trouble C Trouble in my mind If trouble don’t kill me G I don’t think I’ll ever die G Don’t get trouble in your mind, don’t get trouble in your mind D G Don’t get trouble in your mind, don’t get trouble in your mind I wish I had me a nickel I wish I had me a dime I wish I had me a pretty little girl I’d kiss her all the time If you see that gal of mine Be sure that you tell her If she don’t like my way of doing To get some other feller You were searching for righteousness Trouble is what you found Don’t let the weight of hardships Bring you down

G C Em Load your things into a big black car G C Em And drive here all night long G C Em A couple cigarettes and a coffee go well D D7 With the road and your favourite song Your daddy was on the executive Your mother was a beauty queen They say you had everything a girl could need But they don't know what that means So play on I never found truth in religion Nor wisdom in politics And every last moment of clarity Money didn't buy me this So I raise my glass to your band tonight Wherever they may be And all the rest in the crowd, all right Tonight we're a family G C G I don't wanna work today Em D G But the bank insists I got bills to pay They know that I won't get far On three-chord punk and an old guitar Now, a feeling is all that matters And a few well-spoken words So carry on with the song And never let it feel like work 'Cause I never found truth in religion Nor wisdom in politics And every last moment of clarity Came at a time like this

G C G The moon upon the pavement is bright and blue C G The wind whispers up and down the avenue C G The bones beneath the pavement sing a song D C G The night picks it up and carries the rhythm along Em D C G I whistle a tune and my boots keep the beat Em D G From the ground to the soles of my feet Em D C G Like the river that rambles, I sing many songs C D G Tonight, I sing along The city, sound asleep, lets out a sigh I move, up and down her streets, in lullaby The city, her warm embrace comes over me I can't stay long but tonight I'm where I should be

C It was late last night when the boss came home Asking about his lady The only answer he received G C She's gone with the Gypsy Davy G C Gone with the Gypsy Dave Go saddle for me my buckskin horse In a hundred dollar saddle Point me out their wagon tracks And after them I'll travel, after them l'll ride Well I had not rode 'til the midnight moon When I saw their campfire gleaming I heard the notes of the big guitar And the voice of the gypsy singing That song of the Gypsy Dave There in the light of the camping fire I saw her fair face beaming Her heart in tune with the big guitar And the voice of the gypsy singing The song of the Gypsy Dave Have you forsaken your house and home? Have you forsaken your baby? Have you forsaken your husband dear To go with the Gypsy Davy And sing with the Gypsy Dave? Yes I've forsaken my husband dear To go with the Gypsy Davy And I've forsaken my mansion high But not my blue eyed baby Not my blue eyed babe Take off, take off those buckskin gloves Made of Spanish leather And give to me your lily-white hand And we'll ride home together We’ll ride home again No I won't take off my buckskin gloves Made of Spanish leather I'll go my way from day to day And sing with the Gypsy Davy The songs of the Gypsy Dave

D Oh, why don't I work like other men do? A D How the hell can I work when the skies are so blue? D A Hallelujah! I'm a bum, Hallelujah bum again, D G A D Hallelujah! give us a handout to revive us again. I like Joe Hill he’s a good friend of mine That’s why I’m out marching on the picket line I went to a store and I asked for some bread, The lady said, "Scram, bum, the baker is dead!" I went to a bar and I asked for a drink, The barkeeper got a glass and he showed me the sink I might be a bum but I’m happy as sin I’m got a smile on my face and a song here to sin There’s good company wherever I go In this union of ramblers and drifting hobos

G I’m going down the road feeling bad C G I’m going down the road feeling bad C G I’m going down the road feeling bad D D7 G Oh lord, and I ain’t going to be treated this a-way I’m going where the water taste like wine Oh lord, and I ain’t going to be treated this a-way Your two dollar shoe hurts my feet Oh lord, and I ain’t going to be treated this a-way Takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet Oh lord, and I ain’t going to be treated this a-way They fed me on cornbread and beans Oh lord, and I ain’t going to be treated this a-way I’m going down the road feeling Oh lord, and I ain’t going to be treated this a-way