Anthologies Sung: Roots for the Record

by Nina Ricci

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ninarose very uplifting and precious singer
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ed schilling I love these songs! They r so moving, and Nina's voice is so strong and powerful and beautiful! I can hear and feel the emotions that she puts into them. I listened twice to entire set when I got home and just focused on Nina's voice, the arrangements, the melodies and lyrics. Each time I listened I discovered nuances that I had missed before. Nina's music is truly a complete immersive experience; my hearing, my feelings, my concentration; all get involved in listening to her music. Her music is a wonderful, uplifting expedience! Nina, I thank you so much for your gift of your music! and for being such a kind, decent, person!
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Bird On A String Nina Ricci Verse 1 You made up your mind when I set the table The life we made isn’t good enough for you You said you’re leaving me for a girl in the mountains And nothing I can say will change what you do Ah, Honey, nothing will change what you do Verse 2 Well, I’ve been a true wife and I’ll carry it through There’s a few things you should shoulder on the road I’ll pack something to eat and a picture of me And I’ll wait each night until you come home Ah, honey, I’ll wait for you until you come home Chorus In the top of your sack there is a bird on a string, And tied to the end is your golden ring All the maps across the land aren’t worth as much as a bird in the hand Take homing pigeon with you when you go Verse 3 You’ll be halfway on top of Seminole Ridge When you look to see just what I packed for you If you’re gonna be cheatin’, there’s no sense in starving too. There’s enough in there to get you back home Ah, honey, I’ll take you back when you come home (Break) Chorus Verse 4 Her blue eyes guide you like a beacon on the water Her arms reach out like the last stretch toward home She’s a fragile myst’ry, but what we’ve got the history of Fightin’ like a rainstorm and lovin’ like the calm! Chorus In the top of your sack there is a bird on a string, and Tied to the end is your golden ring All the maps across the land aren’t worth as much as a bird in the hand Take homing pigeon with you when you go. Woh, hoo, woh! Take a homing pigeon with you when you go! In the top of your sack there is a bird on a string, and Tied to the end is your golden ring All the maps across the land aren’t worth as much as a bird in the hand Take homing pigeon with you when you go, Woh! Take homing pigeon with you when you go.
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Pull out your shovel, pull out your hoe Take a little walk through the corn rows Just a little farther past the sycamore grove The wind's a little sweeter on the road The harvest moon is full and the apple trees are ripe They're right for the picking not a soul will sleep tonight And you can smell anticipation from a mile or more The sugarcane is ready and the sickle's at the door Workers in a line all hands to the field Everybody ready? All hands! Weary workers stuff their baskets high with crop they'll never taste Their arms grow sore and shaky with the strain of keeping pace The acres feel like miles, the tractor engine grinds The ladders feel the longer after 1,500 climbs 1,600 bushels, 1,300 pecks, 300 weary workers with sunburns on their necks They're sapped but not subdued and not a one complains Who would dare to count their troubles when the sickle's in the cane? Sickle in the cane, sickle in the cane Plowing in the heat, picking in the rain Market day is here and the wagons hitched to pull The harvest land is bare but their pockets will be full Workers in a line all hands to the field Everybody read? All hands!
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Leave it there, Oh leave it there Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there If you will trust Him and never doubt, He will surely bring you out Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there Now if the world from you withhold of its silver and its gold And you'll have to get along on meager fare Just remember in God's words, how he fed those little birds Take your burden to the Lord, leave it there Now if your body suffers pain and your health you can't regain And your soul is almost sinking in despair Jesus knew the pain you feel, He can save and He can heal Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there REFRAIN: Oh leave it there, Oh leave it there Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there If you will trust Him and never doubt, He will surely bring you out Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there If your enemy assails and your heart begin to fail Don't you forget that God in Heaven will answer prayer He will make a way for you, He will guide you safely through Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there Now if your youthful days are gone, and old age is stealing on And your body sinks beneath the weight of care Jesus will never leave you then, He'll go with you to the end Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there REFRAIN: Leave it there, Oh leave it there Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there If you trust Him, never doubt, He will surely bring you out Take your burden to the Lord, leave it there If your mother leaves you here, grief and sorrow you must bear And you feel that all the friends you have are gone Well whenever you feel alone, Jesus will hold you in His arms Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there REFRAIN: Oh leave it there, Oh leave it there Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there If you trust Him, never doubt, He will surely bring you out Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there ( Repeat)
4.
As we marched down to Fennario, As we marched down to Fennario, Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove They call her by name pretty Peggy-o. What will your mother think pretty Peggy-o? What will your mother think pretty Peggy-o? What will your mother think when she hears the guineas clink, The soldiers all marchin' before you-o? In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o. In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o. In a carriage you will ride with your true love by your side, As fair as any maiden in the are-o. Come runnin' down your stairs, pretty Peggy-o. Come runnin' down your stairs, pretty Peggy-o. Come runnin' down your stairs combin' back your yellow hair, And bid farewell to sweet William-o. Sweet William is dead, pretty Peggy-o. Sweet William is dead, pretty Peggy-o. Sweet William is dead, and he died for a maid, The fairest maid in the are-o. If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o. If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o. If ever I return all your cities I will burn, Destroying all the ladies in the are-o. Destroying all the ladies in the are-o.
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Miss Handy Hanks and Oatmeal Jones went for a party one day In a four wheel horse bobtail buggy, said they was lookin' gay Miss Handy said to Oatmeal Jones, "Honey, whatcha gonna do?" "Let's sit still, honey, ain't got no money but chitterlings we got a few." Hot chitterlings, red hot, that's the dish for me Hot chitterlings, red hot, oh can't you see? I've had bread and mustard from North to South Chit'lins taste good right in your mouth I tell you why...hot chit'lins red hot I went down to the turkey feast, all the people act like a pack of wild geese I says to myself "that'll never do, they knows exactly what they was to do while" Hot chitterlings, red hot, that's the dish for me Hot chitterlings, red hot, oh can't you see? I've had bread and mustard from North to South Chit'lins taste good right in your mouth I tell you why...hot chit'lins red hot Oh, Mammy, tell me why my daddy, oh my daddy oh dad-di-ly-do Oh, Mammy, tell me why my daddy, well my daddy oh dad-di-ly-do Way down South among the fields of cotton Way down South among the clover and the bees Way down South among the fields of cotton I'll take you back, way down home
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Oh fare thee well, I must be gone And leave you for a while Wherever I go, I will return If I go ten thousand miles If I go, go, If I go, If I go ten thousand miles Oh, ten thousand miles it is so far To leave me here alone Well, I may lie, lament and cry And you'll, you'll not hear my moan And you, you, No, you Yes, and you'll not hear my mourn Oh, the crow that is so black, my love Will change his color white If ever I should prove false to thee The day, day will turn to night The day, day, Oh the day, Yes the day will turn to night Oh, the rivers never will run dry Or the rocks melt with the sun I'll never prove false to the one I love Till all, all these things be done Till all, all, Till all Till all these things be done

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Anthologies Sung: Roots for the Record is a compilation of folk songs I have recorded over the past 3 years. I've spent time with these songs, writing two of them, discovering the others, loving them and singing them to people. Now they're yours to download!

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released December 16, 2016

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Nina Ricci Chattanooga, Tennessee

Nina Ricci is a folksinger, songwriter, and guitarist living and creating new music in Nashville Tennessee. Her style is "retro-progressive," throwing hints at the last folk revival and steaming forward; letting the hinges of tradition dangle among the stories she sings. ... more

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