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+{title: Black Eye Susie}
+{subtitle:Traditional}
+
+{A]Black eyed Susie [D]went to town
+[A]All she wore was a [E]gingham gown
+
+{c:Chorus}
+
+[A]Hey Black eyed Susie
+Ho Black eyed Susie
+Hey [E]Black eyed Susie [A]Jane
+
+I may get drunk I may get woozy
+But I'm comin' home to Black eyed Susie
+
+Black eyed Susie's long and tall
+Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall
+
+Hey old man I want your daughter
+To chop my wood and carry my water
+
+Black eyed Susie lives in a holler
+She won't come and I won't call her
+
+All I want in this creation
+Pretty little wife on a big plantation.
+
+All I need to make me happy
+Two little boys to call me Pappy.
+
+One name Sop and the other name Gravy
+One sop it up and the other gonna save it.
+
+Up Red Oak and down salt water
+Some old man gonna lose his daughter.
+
+Black eyed Susie went huckleberry pickin'
+Came home late and took a lickin'.
+
+Love my wife and love my baby
+Love my biscuits sopped in gravy.
+
+Goin' back home with a pocket full of money
+Somebody there to call me honey.
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+{title: Country Road}
+{subtitle: John Denver}
+
+[G] [Em] [D] [G]
+
+[G]Almost heaven, [Em] West Virginia
+[D]Blue ridge mountains,[C]Shenandoah r[G]iver
+Life is old there, [Em]older than the trees
+[D]Younger than the mountains, [C]growin' like a [G]breeze
+
+[G]Country roads, take me [D]home
+To the [Em]place I be[C]long
+West Vir[G]ginia, mountain [D]momma
+Take me [C]home, country [G]roads
+
+All my memories, they gather 'round her
+Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
+Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
+Misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eyes
+
+{c:Chorus}
+
+I [G]hear her [D]voice in the [G]mornin' hour she calls me
+The [C]radio remi[G]nds me of my [D]home far away
+And [Em]drivin' down the [F]road I get a [C]feeling
+That I should have been home [D]yesterday, yesterday
+
+{c:Chorus 2X}
+
+Take me home, down country roads
+Take me home, down country roads
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+{title: Eight more miles to Louiville}
+{subtitle: Grandpa Jones}
+
+[G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G]
+[G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G]
+
+I've [G]traveled [D]o'er this [G]country [C]wide [G]seeking [D]fortune [G]fair
+Up and [D]down the [G]two coast [C]lines I've [G]traveled every[D}where
+From [C]Portland East to [G]Portland West back along the [D]line
+I'm [G]going [D]now to the [G]place that's [C]best that [G]old home[D]town of [G]mine
+
+{c:Chorus}
+
+[G]Eight more miles and Louisville will [C]come into my [G]view
+Eight more miles on this old road and [A7]I'll never more be [D]blue
+[C]I knew some day that I'd [G]come back I knew it from the [D]start
+[G]Eight more [D]miles to [G]Louis[C]ville the [G]hometown [D]of my [G]heart
+
+{c:Lead}
+
+There's bound to be a gal somewhere that you like best of all
+Mine lives down in Louisville she's long and she is tall
+But she's the kind that you can't find a traveling through the land
+I'm on my way this very day to win her heart and hand
+
+{c:Chorus}
+
+{c:Lead}
+
+Now I can picture in my mind a place we'll call our home
+A humble little hut for two we'll never want to roam
+The place that's right for that love sight is in those bluegrass hills
+Where gently flows the Ohio by a place called Louisville
+
+{c:Chorus}
+
+{c:Lead}
+
+{c:Chorus}
--- /dev/null
+{title: Forked Deer}
+{subtitle: }
--- /dev/null
+{title: I'll Fly Away}
+{subtitle:Traditional}
+{key:A}
+
+[A]Some glad morning when this life is o'er
+[D]I'll fly a[A]way
+To a home on God's celestial shore
+I'll f[E]ly away[A]
+
+I'll fly away, oh Glory I'll fly away when I die
+Hallelujah by and by I'll fly away
+
+When the shadows of this life have flown
+I'll fly away
+Like a bird from prison bars has flown
+I'll fly away
+
+I'll fly away, oh Glory I'll fly away when I die
+Hallelujah by and by I'll fly away
+
+Just a few more weary days and then
+I'll fly away
+To a land where joy shall never end
+I'll fly away
+
+I'll fly away, oh Glory yes I'll fly away when I die
+Hallelujah by and by I'll fly away
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--- /dev/null
+{title: Liza Jane}
+{subtitle: Vince Gill}
+
+You've got my number
+You've got my name
+So why don't you call me
+Little Liza Jane
+
+You've got that body
+You've got that frame
+So why don't you call me
+Little Liza Jane
+
+Girl I got it bad for you
+There ain't nothin' I won't do
+Just one kiss and I'll never be the same
+Little Liza Jane, oh little Liza Jane
+
+Now you've heard my story
+You've got to know my name
+So why don't you call me
+Little Liza Jane
+
+You've got my number
+You've got my name
+So why don't you call me
+Little Liza Jane
--- /dev/null
+{title: Old Home Place}
+{subtitle:Mitch Jayne}
+
+{c:Intro}
+
+[G] [B7] [C] [G] [D]
+[G] [B7] [C] [G] [D] [G]
+
+It's [G]been ten long [B7]years since I [C]left my [G]home
+In the hollow where I was [D]born
+Where the [G]cool fall [B7]nights make the [C]wood smoke [G]rise
+And the foxhunter [D]blows his [G]horn
+
+I fell in love with a girl from the town
+I thought that she would be true
+I ran away to Charlottesville
+And worked in a sawmill or two
+
+{c:chorus}
+
+[D]What have they done to the [G]old home place
+[A7]Why did they tear it [D]down
+And [G]why did I [B7]leave the [C]plow in the [G]field
+And look for a [D]job in the [G]town
+
+Well my girl she ran off with somebody else
+The taverns took all my pay
+And here I stand where the old home stood
+Before they took it away
+
+Now the geese they fly south and the cold wind blows
+As I stand here and hang my head
+I've lost my love I've lost my home
+And now I wish that I was dead
+
+{c:chorus}
--- /dev/null
+{title: Ragtime Annie}
+{subtitle: Traditional}
+
+The night that I was married and in my married bed
+Up comes the bold sea captain and stands at my bed head
+Saying 'arise, arise, young wedded man and come along with me
+To the Lowlands of Holland for to fight the enemy'
+
+Oh, Holland is a lovely land and in it grows fine grain
+It is a place of residence for soldiers to remain
+Where the sugar cane grows plentiful and the tea grows on each tree
+I never had but the one sweetheart and she's far away from me
+
+Says the mother to the daughter 'leave off your sore lament
+There's men enough in Galway to be your heart's content'
+'There's men enough in Galway, but alas there's none for me
+Since the high winds and the stormy seas have parted my love and me'
+
+'I'll wear no stays around my waist, no combs all in my hair
+No handkerchief around my neck, to shade my beauty fair
+And neither will I marry until the day I die
+Since the high winds and the stormy seas have parted my love and I'
--- /dev/null
+{title: Rocky Top}
+{subtitle: Osborne Brothers}
+{key: G}
+
+[G]I wish that I was [C]on old Rocky [G]Top
+[Em]Down in the [D]Tennessee hills
+[G]Ain't no smoggy [C]smoke on Rocky [G]Top
+[Em]Ain't no [D]telephone bills[G]
+
+Once I had a girl on Rocky Top
+Half bear the other half cat
+Wild as a mink but sweet as soda pop
+I still dream about that
+
+{c:Chorus}
+
+[Em]Rocky Top you'll [D]always be
+[F]Home sweet home to [C]me
+Good old R[G]ocky Top
+Rocky Top [F]Tennessee[G]
+Rocky Top [F]Tennessee[G]
+
+Once two strangers climbed old Rocky Top
+Looking for a moonshine still
+Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top
+Reckon they never will
+
+Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top
+Dirt's too rocky by far
+That's why all the folks on Rocky Top
+Get their corn from a jar
+
+{c:Chorus}
+
+I've had years of cramped up city life
+Trapped like a duck in a pen
+All I know is it's a pity life
+Can't be simple again
+
+{c:Chorus}
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--- /dev/null
+{title:Rolling in My Sweet Baby's Arms}
+{subtitle:Lester Flatt, Earl Scruggs and the Foggy Mountain Boys}
+{key:G}
+
+[G]I'm gonna lay around the [G7]shack
+Till the mail [C]train comes back
+Then I'll [D]roll in my sweet baby's [G]arms
+
+[G}Well, I ain't gonna work on the railroad
+I ain't gonna work on the [F3]farm
+[G]Hey, I'll lay around the shack
+Till the [C]mail train comes back
+And [D]roll in my sweet baby's [G]arms.
+
+{c:Chorus}
+
+Well, [G]I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
+Rollin' in my sweet baby's [D]arms
+[G]Lay around the shack
+Till the mail train comes [C]back
+Then I'll [D]roll in my sweet baby's arms
+
+Well, now where were you last Saturday night
+While I was a lyin' in jail
+Hey, you're walkin' the streets with another man
+Wouldn't even go my bail.
+
+{c:Chorus}
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--- /dev/null
+{title:Wagon Wheel}\r
+{subtitle:Darius Rucker}\r
+{Key:G}\r
+\r
+[G]Heading down south to the [D]land of the pines\r
+I'm [Em]thumbing my way into [C]North Caroline\r
+[A]Staring up the road and pray [D]to God\r
+I [Em]see head[C]lights\r
+[G]I made it down the coast in [D]seventeen hours\r
+Pick[Em]ing me a bouquet of [C]dogwood flowers\r
+And I'm [G]a-hopin' for Raleigh\r
+I can [D]see my baby tonight[C]\r
+\r
+{c: Chorus}\r
+\r
+So rock me momma like a wagon wheel,\r
+Rock me momma any way you feel, Hey, momma rock me\r
+Rock me momma like the wind and the rain,\r
+Rock me momma like a south bound train, Hey, momma rock me\r
+\r
+Running from the cold up in New England,\r
+I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band\r
+My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now\r
+Oh, north country winters keep a-getting me down,\r
+I lost my money playing poker so I had to leave town\r
+But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more\r
+\r
+{c: Chorus}\r
+\r
+Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke\r
+I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke\r
+But he's a heading west from the Cumberland gap\r
+To Johnson City, Tennessee\r
+And I gotta get a move on before the sun,\r
+I hear my baby calling my name and \r
+I know that she's the only one\r
+And if I died in Raleigh at least I will die free \r
+\r
+{c: Chorus 2x}\r
--- /dev/null
+{title: Hand me Down My Walkin Cane}
+{subtitle: Cleoma Breaux}
+
+Hand me [A]down my walking cane
+Hand me [E]down my walking [A]cane
+Hand me [D]down my walking cane
+I'm going gonna [A]catch that midnight train
+All my [E]sins are [A]taken away, taken away
+
+Hand me down my bottle of corn
+Hand me down my bottle of corn
+Hand me down my bottle of corn
+I'm going to get drunk as sure as you're born
+All my sins are taken away, taken away
+
+I got drunk got put in jail
+I got drunk got put in jail
+I got drunk got put in jail
+And now nobody's to go my bail
+All my sins are taken away taken away
+
+The beans were tough and the meat bad
+The beans were tough and the meat bad
+The beans were tough and the meat bad
+Oh my lord I couldn't eat that
+All my sins are taken away taken away
+
+If I die in this old jail
+If I die in this old jail
+If I die in this old jail
+Send my body by COD
+All my sins are taken away taken away
+
+If I done listened to what mother said
+If I done listened to what mother said
+If I done listened to what mother said
+I'd be home
+All my sins are taken away taken away
--- /dev/null
+{title: Way Downtown}
+{subtitle: }
--- /dev/null
+{title:Will the Circle Be Unbroken}
+{subtitle:Ada R. Habershon and Charles H. Gabriel}
+{key:G}
+
+[G]I was standing by my window
+On one [C]cold and cloudy day[G]
+When I saw that hearse come rolling
+For to carry my [D]mother away
+
+{c:Chorus}
+
+Will the circle be unbroken
+By and by, Lord, by and by
+There's a better home a-waiting
+In the sky, Lord, in the sky
+
+I said to that undertaker
+Undertaker please drive slow
+For this lady you are carrying
+Lord, I hate to see her go
+
+{c:Chorus}
+
+Oh, I followed close behind her
+Tried to hold up and be brave
+But I could not hide my sorrow
+When they laid her in the grave
+
+{c:Chorus}
+
+I went back home, my home was lonesome
+Missed my mother, she was gone
+All of my brothers, sisters crying
+What a home so sad and lone
+
+{c:Chorus}
+
+We sang the songs of childhood
+Hymns of faith that made us strong
+Ones that mother Maybelle taught us
+Hear the angels sing along
+
+{c:Chorus 2X}
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