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Bird On A String
03:37
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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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Sickle In The Cane
04:41
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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
05:45
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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
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Repeat)
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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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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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