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Have you heard of a ship called the good Reuben James
Manned by hard fighting men both of honor and fame?
She flew the Stars and Stripes of the land of the free
But tonight she's in her grave at the bottom of the sea.
Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names,
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
What were their names, tell me, what were their names?
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James
One hundred men went down to their dark watery grave
When that good ship went down only forty-four were saved.
Was the last day of October they saved that forty-four
From the cold icy waters off that cold iceland shore.
Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names,
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
What were their names, tell me, what were their names?
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James
It was there in the dark of that uncertain night
That they watched for the U-boat and waited for a fight.
Then a whine and a rock and a great explosion roared
And they laid that Reuben James on that cold ocean floor.
Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names,
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
What were their names, tell me, what were their names?
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James
Well many years have passed since those brave men are gone
And those cold icy waters are so still and calm.
Now many years have passed and still I wonder why
The worst of men must fight and the best of men must die
Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names,
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
What were their names, tell me, what were their names?
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James
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Hands
06:12
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I've seen the hands of the laborers lifting all the loads
Granite stuck to their fingers as they dug the canals and the roads
Now they're cleared and the bridges span the river paused bay a power dam
Now the hand of the laborer is reaching out to you
Oh the hands hands hands that worked to build land, land, your land
The labor of the woman and the man workin' with their hands
And I've seen the hands of the lumberjacks; forests swaying in the breeze.
And the splinters stuck to their fingers as lumber was torn from the trees.
And the wood that came from your timber tall built your buildings from
wall to wall. And now the hand of the lumberjack is reaching out to you.
Oh the hands hands hands that worked to build land, land, your land
The labor of the woman and the man workin' with their hands
I've seen the hands of the miners digging out the coal.
The black dust stuck to their fingers as they lived their lives down in a hole.
Now that rock is still under the ground, and now their mine is closin' down.
And now the hand of the miner is reaching out to you.
Oh the hands hands hands that worked to build land, land, your land
The labor of the woman and the man workin' with their hands
And I've seen the hands of the farmers plowin' across the fields.
And the topsoil stuck to their fingers as the earth was split by the steel.
Just growing all they could grow, to fill your tables row after row.
And now the hand of the farmer is reaching out to you.
Oh the hands, hands, hands were working on the land, your land.
The labor of the woman and the man working with their hands.
Hands, hands, working with their hands.
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Soldier Of Plenty
03:50
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God is great, God is good
She guards your neighborhood
Though it's generally understood
Not quite the way you would
You try to take the slack
Stay awake and watch her back
But something happens every now and then
And someone breaks into the promised land
Ah boy boy
This world is not your toy
This world is long on hunger
This world is short on joy
A-E-I-O
You speak as if you know
What's good for everyone
What's good in what you've done?
What's good about a world in which
War rages at a fever pitch
And people die for the little things
A little corn, a little beans
Ah boy boy
This world is not your toy
This world is, this world is...
Long on hunger
Short on joy
How much longer
You gonna keep the world hungry, boy?
You measure peace with guns
Progress in mega-tons
Who's left when the war is won?
Soldier of misfortune
Soldier of an angry call
Soldier on foreign soil
I'm not here to fight your war
I know what you're fighting for
Ah boy boy
This world is not your toy
This world is, this world is...
Long on hunger
Short on joy
How much longer
You gonna keep the world hungry, boy?
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Downwinders
03:29
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Caledonia
04:34
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I don't know if you can see
The changes that have come over me
In these last few days I've been afraid
That I might drift away
I've been telling old stories, singing songs
That make me think about where I've come from
That's the reason why I seem
So far away today
Let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia, you're calling me, now I'm going home
But if I should become a stranger
You know it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything I've ever had
I have moved and I've kept on moving
Proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losin'
Found others on the way
I have kissed the fellas and left them crying
Stolen dreams, yes, there's no denying
I have traveled hard, sometimes with conscience flying
Somewhere with the wind
Let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia, you're calling me, now I'm going home
But if I should become a stranger
You know it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything I've ever had
Now I'm sitting here before the fire
An empty room, all is quiet
The flames have cooled, don't get any higher
They've withered, now they've gone
But I'm steady thinking, my way is clear
And I know what I will do tomorrow
When the hands have shaken, the kisses float
Then I will disappear
Let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia, you're calling me, now I'm going home
But if I should become a stranger
You know it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything I've ever had
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Going Away
03:28
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Is that the moon I see, over there in the West,
Or the head-light gleam, C&O express?
I know she's gone, What ever I say,
It won't be long 'til I make up my mind
And go away.
Is that the sun coming acros the eastern shore,
Or just a coal bed gleam behind the firebox door?
I know she's gone, whatever I say,
And it won't be long 'til I make up my mind
And go away.
Did you see that man he can't hear the whistle
The blind old man caught out on the trestle.
Can't go up and he can't go back,
Train kept coming brushed him off the track.
Other storms may blow and the wind may rise,
Still I long to go where the fast mail flies.
I know she's gone, whatever I say,
But it won't be long 'til I make up my mind
And go away.
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Maple Syrup
02:24
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When the back of winter's broken and it starts to lose its hold when the early songs of birds begin to lift
When the days begin to lengthen and begin to lose their cold its then the maple trees give us their gift
Oh, the sap flows without effort when there's mud upon the ground
But there's effort in the halin' and the care to boil it down
And it's sweetened by our labor
And we're patient at the task
To make some maple sirup at the last
Every drop of this years syrup holds the taste of last years sun and the magic of the root and leave combined
Their's a lifting of my spirt when this season is begun when the tress awake and spring be far behind
Oh, the sap flows without effort when there's mud upon the ground
But there's effort in the haling and the care to boil it down
And it's sweetened by our labor
And we're patient at the task
To make some maple sirup at the last
Oh, the sap flows without effort when there's mud upon the ground
But there's effort in the haling and the care to boil it down
And it's sweetened by our labor
And we're patient at the task
To make some maple sirup at the last
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Bright Mohawk Valley
04:07
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From this valley they say you are going
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened our pathways awhile
Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Bright Mohawk Valley
And the deer heart who loved you so true
Won't you think of this valley you're leaving
Oh how lonely and how sad it will be
Oh think of my fond heart you're breaking
And the grief you are causing to me
Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Bright Mohawk Valley
And the deer heart who loved you so true
For a long long time I've ben waiting
For those sweet words you never could say
And now everybody has told me
That you are going way
Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Bright Mohawk Valley
And the deer heart who loved you so true
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South Africa
02:54
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I Might Be The One
04:03
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I'll Always Sing
03:00
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Sometimes I'm so happy my voice just must be heard
Joy can make you lose yourself and warble like a bird
At times like that it seems as though my soul has taken wing
And you can be sure of one thing -
I'll always sing, I'll always sing
You can be sure of one thing: I'll always sing
Sometimes I get weary and barren as the sand
Sometimes i'm so burdened down that I can barely stand
I lie awake in bed, in dread of what tomorrow brings
But you can be sure of one thing -
I'll always sing, I'll always sing
You can be sure of one thing: I'll always sing
At times I've been surrounded by people of like mind
Other times I've searched in vain a friendly face to find
But whether I'm with family or alone and wandering
You can be sure of one thing -
I'll always sing, I'll always sing
You can be sure of one thing: I'll always sing
My mother says I learned to sing when I was only three
Nursery rhymes and nonsense and commercials from TV
I'd sit out in my back yard and keep rhythm on my swing
And you can be sure of one thing -
I'll always sing, I'll always sing
You can be sure of one thing: I'll always sing
And when I'm old and feeble and life has passed me by
I may lose my hair, my hands, my legs or yet my eyes
But if I have a throat left I will make the rafters ring
And you can be sure of one thing -
I'll always sing, I'll always sing
You can be sure of one thing: I'll always sing!
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Betty and the Baby Boomers New Paltz, New York
An acoustic folk quintet from New York's Hudson Valley. Folk song magazine Sing Out! described the group as “a refreshing reminder of the halcyon days of American folk music” and the CD [Tumbling Through the Stream of Days] as “an enthusiastic testament to the sheer joy of singing and playing music.” ... more
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