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I'm So Hi-Dee-Dye
03:47
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You know, I haven’t got the money, but I’m willing to spend it,
And now I’m looking for someone who’s willing to lend it.
My credit card broke and there’s no way to mend it.
I haven’t got the money, but I’m willing to spend it.
And I haven’t go a job, but it’s not that I’m lazy.
It’s just all the drugs I took, they made my life a little hazy.
But I can play the guitar, which must sound pretty amazing.
I haven’t go a job, but it’s not that I’m lazy.
Oh no, I'm just hi-dye-dee-dye.
I'm so hi-dye-dee-dye!
And I haven’t got a car, but I’m willing to race it,
And I will smile at all the stupid cops that try to chase it.
Until BANG! goes my airbag and I’m here to embrace it.
I haven’t got a car, but I’m willing to race it.
And I haven’t got any good rum, but I’m willing to drink it.
I haven’t got a pirate ship, but I’m willing to sink it.
And this cocktail’s too pale, but there’s no way to pink it.
I haven’t got any good rum, but I’m willing to drink it.
Drink up, everyone!
And I haven’t got a girlfriend, but I’m willing to screw her.
And I will try to fight off all the other fuckers that also wanna do her.
Sometimes I think that I’m too tired for those shady maneuvers.
I haven’t got a girlfriend but I’m willing to... you know, screw her.
And then I gave her my heart, now she's willing to break it.
I know, the sex really wasn’t that great, but I've been willing to take it.
Although I never came and from what I can tell she faked it.
I gave her my heart, now she's willing to break it.
Oh, come on break it!
I don't mind hi dee dye
'Cause I'm so hi-dye-dee-dye
And I haven’t got another verse, but I’m willing to sing it.
I'm at a real loss for words, but somehow, I think, I’ll wing it.
I know, my guitar’s out of tune. yeah, sorry, I meant to restring it.
I haven’t got another verse, but I’m willing to sing it.
Or even better: I'll go straight to the chorus with my harmonica, that's right!
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The Cuckoo
04:50
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The cuckoo she's a pretty bird,
And she warbles as she flies
Oh she never says cuckoo
Till the last day of july
Jack o'diamonds, jack o'diamonds
man, I know you, I know you of old.
you robbed my pockets, robbed my pockets
for their silver and their gold.
I ain't workin'- I'm too lazy,
I ain't beggin - that's too low
Train robbing - that's too dangerous
So to gambling I did go.
Well, I gambled down in England
And I gambled down in Spain.
And it never has gotten me anything,
But just feelgood and some pain.
I'm gonna set out on the mountain
I'm gonna build me, build me a still
And I'll sell you five gallons of shine
For a twenty dollar bill.
I got bacon for when I'm hungry
I got 'shine for when I'm dry
Got the prettiest in all the nine worlds
And we smoke reefer to get high.
The cuckoo she's a pretty bird,
And she warbles as she flies
Oh she never says nothing
Till the last day of july
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I will be drinking till the day I die.
I will be drinking till the day I die.
I will be huffing and puffing till I'm lying in my coffin,
But I'll be drinking till the day I die.
I will be smoking till the day I croak.
Believe me, darling, this ain't no joke.
I will be huffing and puffing and there will be lots of coughing,
But I'll be smoking till the day I croak.
O, why can't you see:
I only do what's best for me
And honey, I know, I know, whoa-woe:
It won't be long until I'm gone.
I will be singing till the day I'm gone.
I might be leaving you with this very song.
I will be huffing and puffing till I'm lying in my coffin,
But I'll be singing till the day I' gone.
And I will love you till the very end.
I don't just say this 'cause you're my best friend.
O, we've been huffin and puffin and despite all that coughing,
I will be loving you till the very end, that's right.
I will be loving you till the very end.
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I'm in love with a brown-eyed girl,
And she's in love with me.
But she's also in love with a whiskey jug -
Likes likker better than me.
Oh bring me back my brown-eyed girl,
Bring her back to me.
Oh bring me back my brown-eyed girl,
Likes likker better than me.
Last night she came to see me,
Last night she smiled on me.
But tonight she smiles down the whiskey jug,
Likes likker better than me.
Oh bring me back my brown-eyed girl,
Bring her back to me.
Oh bring me back my brown-eyed girl,
Likes likker better than me.
Sometimes I think, I'll marry her,
For I love her dearer than life.
But it's oh so hard to be married
To a whiskey drinking wife.
Oh bring me back my brown-eyed girl,
Bring her back to me.
Oh bring me back my brown-eyed girl,
Likes likker better than me.
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Oh, the golden shoes you hear so much about
The gospel, children, 's gonna wear 'em all out
Gotta take 'em up yonder and the white robe, too
Gotta put on your golden shoes.
I rise when the rooster crows.
I rise when the rooster crows.
I'se goin' back south where the sun shines hot,
Ooo down where the sugar cane grows.
Don't let old satan try to fool you
That the gates are closed and you can't get through.
So prepare yourselves for judgement day
Cause you can't take your money and buy your way.
I rise when the rooster crows.
I rise when the rooster crows.
I is goin' back south where the sun shines hot,
Ooo down where the sugar cane grows.
We'll have cider all the fall
And I've heard there's gonna be a ball
Where the duck chewes tobacco and the goose drinks wine
While the old hen cackles and the rooster keeps the time.
I rise when the rooster crows.
I rise when the rooster crows.
I'se goin' back south where the sun shines hot,
Ooo down where the sugar cane grows.
Now, whatcha gonna do when de women all dead?
Will you sit in the corner with a hung down head?
I tell you, if I marry, I won't marry for no riches,
I'll marry a big fat momma who don't wear my britches!
I rise when the rooster crows.
I rise when the rooster crows.
I'se goin' back south where the sun shines hot,
Ooo down where the sugar cane grows.
I'se goin' back south where the sun shines hot,
Ooo down where the sugar cane grows.
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6. |
June Apple
03:06
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I wish I was a june apple
Hanging on a tree
Everytime a pretty girl pass'
She take a bite of me.
Charlie he's a nice young man
Charlie he's a dandy
Charlie he's a nice young man
Feeds the girls on candy.
I wish I had some sticks and poles
Build my chimney higher
Ever time it rains or snows
Puts out all my fire.
Over the river to feed my sheep
Over the river Charlie
Over the river to feed my sheep
Feed them on barley.
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7. |
On Top of Old Smokey
02:34
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On top of Old Smokey
All covered in snow,
I lost my true lover
For courtin' too slow.
For meetin' is pleasure
And partin' is grief.
But a false hearted lover
is worse than a thief.
A thief he will rob you
And take all you have.
But a false hearted lover
Will lead you to your grave.
And a grave will decay you
And turn you into dust.
There's not one girl in fifty
That a poor boy can trust.
So listen you good people
And take pity on me!
Never pledge your true love
Under an old willow tree.
Oh the leaves they will wither
And the tree will die,
The tree will die
And you'll never know why.
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Tell me why should I cry when you leave me?
You left me with a full case of beer!
And thell my why should I cry while you're cheat'n on me,
When I still got enough booze to hold dear?
I pretend you've never loved another
While with beer I'm washing all my pain away.
Tell me why should I care any longer?
For I would've had to share, if you had stayed.
Tell me why should I cry for you, woman?
Now I've got a full case'o beer just to my lonely self.
And I'm sittin' here, drinkin', playin' banjo
With the ashes of my mother on the shelf.
And I raise a bottle to my mama.
She brought me up, and she had done quite well!
Tell me why should I cry for you, woman?
'Cause now I'm getting drunk and you can go to hell!
Now, let's all raise our bottles to the brewers.
Their art is turning water into liquid gold.
And blending malt and hops up to perfection
Is not an easy task, so I've been told.
Many men will give their lovers roses
While many grab the bull right by it's pointy horns.
But me? No, thank you: My love lies in barley!
For barley makes good beer and has no thorns.
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9. |
Sugar, Rum & Limes
03:40
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When I was working at the factory, the hours were real bad.
I was busting my balls for that lady friend I had.
Sure, I was doing drugs but still working pretty hard.
And the day that my boss fired me, I stabbed him in the gut.
And now I’m on the run, because I don’t wanna do time.
When all I really crave is some sugar rum and limes.
Oh, I thought the heat was over, I thought it was okay.
So, I started to party in the middle of the day.
But I got real drunk and I got into a fight.
It was gruesome, it was bad, but it turned out alright,
Except for six country bumpkins and their switchblade knives
When all I really crave is some sugar rum and limes.
Oooh! Sugar, rum and limes
Sugar, rum and limes
I like sugar, rum and limes
Sugar, rum and limes
I can't believe I almost spent my last dimes
On sugar, rum and limes!
Oh, they dragged my sorry ass to a holding cell, you see.
But there's no cell large enough for my ego and for me.
Come on, Mr. Police, I really dig your style!
Why don't you get in here, and I'll make it worth your while.
But please don't hit me with your mighty baton.
When all I really crave is some sugar, limes and rum.
Sugar, limes and rum
Sugar, limes and rum
I like sugar, limes and rum
Sugar, limes and rum
Why do you act so stupid? I ain't looking dumb
On sugar, limes and rum!
Now you’ve heard my story, judge, and you seem quite amused.
Wouldn't you agree, it's the wrong man, they accused?
I know, I know, all the laws that I'm inclined to break
Seem strangely connected to my alcohol intake.
But you don't seem a man without reason or rhyme...
So why don't we get to it, score some sugar, rhum and limes?
Come on, judge!
Sugar, rum and limes
Sugar, rum and limes
I like sugar, rum and limes
Make me some Mai-Tais.
I can't believe I almost spent my last dimes
On sugar, rum and limes!
Never sober, but always sublime -
On sugar, rum and limes!
And the day will come, when I'll drink myself blind -
On sugar, rum and limes!
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Ingmar Lauer Hamburg, Germany
Ingmar Lauer aka Banjomeister Angostura is an accomplished entertainer, songwriter & multi-instrumentalist located in the city of Hamburg, Germany. His love for folk music has had him travel to Appalachia in the summer of 2019, where he studied banjo and fiddle with Bruce Molsky, Gordy Hinners and Rachel Eddy. ... more
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