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I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown
In `65 tension was running high at my high school There was a lot of fights between the black and white There was nothing you could do Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun Words were passed in a shotgun blast Troubled times had come to my hometown My hometown My hometown My hometown
Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Your hometown
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out Packing up our bags maybe heading south I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around This is your hometown
My Hometown, © 1986 by Bruce Springsteen
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On one cloudless morning I stood on the mountain, Just watching the smoke from below, It was coming from a tall, slim smokestack Way down on the Southern railroad. It was 97, the fastest train Ever ran the Southern line, All the freight trains and passengers take the side for 97, For she's bound to be at stations on time. They gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia, Saying, "Stevie, you're way behind time. This is not 38, but it's Old 97, You must put her into Spencer on time." He looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman, "Just shovel in a little more coal, And when I cross that old White Oak Mountain You can just watch Old 97 roll." It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville, And the lie was a three-mile grade, It was on that grade that he lost his air brakes, And you see what a jump that she made. He was going down the grade making 90 miles an hour, When his whistle began to scream, He was found in that wreck with his hand on the throttle, He was scalded to death by the steam. Did she ever pull in? No, she never pulled in, And at 1:45 he was due, For hours and hours has the switchman been waiting For that fast mail that never pulled through. Did she ever pull in? No, she never pulled in, And that poor boy must be dead. Oh, yonder he lays on the railroad trackWith the cart wheels over his head. 97, she was the fastest train That the South had ever seen, But she run so fast on that Sunday morning That the death score was numbered 14. Now, ladies, you must take warning, From this time now and on. Never speak harsh words to your true loving husband. He may leave you and never return. "The Wreck of the Old 97" also produced the first major lawsuit involving copyright. In 1933 the courts ruled against the RCA Victor Company, stating that David G. George, a Pittsylvania telegraph operator who was at the accident scene, was the song's original author. George was awarded $65,000 on sales of five million records. RCA Victor appealed and tied up the case in court for so long that George never collected his award. In a technique common to the folksong tradition, George composed the ballad by adding new lyrics to the altered tune of an older song.
From: http://www.blueridgeinstitute.org/ballads/old97.html
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Well, I lay my head on the railroad track Waitin' on the Double-E But the train don't run by here no more Poor, poor, pitiful me
"Poor Poor Pitiful Me" - covered by Linda Ronstadt (original by ???)
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This train is bound for glory, this train, This train is bound for glory, this train, This train is bound for glory, Don't ride nothin' but the righteous an' the holy This train is bound for glory, this train,
This train don't carry no gamblers, this train, This train don't carry no gamblers, this train, This train don't carry no gamblers No hypocrites, no midnight ramblers, This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train is built for speed now, this train, This train is built for speed now, this train, This train is built for speed Fastest train you ever did see, This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train don't carry no liars, this train, This train don't carry no liars, this train, This train don't carry no liars, No hypocrites and no high flyers, This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train don't pay no transportation, this train, This train don't pay no transportation, this train, This train don't pay no transportation No Jim Crow and no discrimination, This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train don't carry no rustlers, this train, This train don't carry no rustlers, this train, This train don't carry no rustlers Sidestreet walkers, two-bit hustlers, This train is bound for glory, this train.
This Train is Bound for Glory, © 1934 Woody Guthrie
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Glory, glory, hallelujah! Teacher hit me with a ruler. I hit her in the bean with a rotten tangerine, And ______________________________
(a line I can't remember...)
A song of young rebels in school, most often sung by students who are about 7, 8, or 9 years old
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Glory, glory, hallelujah! Teacher hit me with a ruler. I hit her in the bean with a rotten tangerine, And ______________________________
I learned the last line as: And there ain't no school no more!
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Well, look at jelly roll baker, now, Let me be your slave, Gabriel blows his trumpet, I would rise from my grave, F'r some good old jelly, Yes, that good old jelly roll, Well, it's good for the young, Yes, an' it's good for the old.
That Good Old Jelly - Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee
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The king is gone but he's not forgotten This is the story of a Johnny RottenIt's better to burn out than it is to rust The king is gone but he's not forgotten. Hey hey, my my Rock and roll can never die There's more to the picture Than meets the eye. Hey hey, my my. Hey Hey, My My (Out of the Blue), Neil Young (You beat me, Connie, while I was searching this...but I get more points because Rotten is a tougher match!) The Only WO'N!
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He remembers the first time he met her He remembers the first thing he said He remembers the first time he held her And the night that she came to his bed He remembers her sweet way of sayin' "Honey has something gone wrong?" He remembers the fun and the teasin' And the reason he wrote her this song.
A Daisy A Day, by Jud Strunk
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