C C Rider John Hurt D C C Rider, see what you have done, G D You made me love you G D Made me love you A G D Made me love you now your man done come If I would a listened to my inner mind I wouldn't be sittin here wringin my hands and cryin Wouldn't be sittin here Wouldn't be sittin here wringin my hands and cryin break Ain't no more taters, the frost done killed the vine Blues ain't nothin but a good woman on your mind Blues ain't nothin Blues ain't nothin but a good woman on your mind repeat first verse

Keep Your Lamps Trimmed and Burning Spiritual Dm Keep your lamps trimmed and burning C Dm Keep your lamps trimmed and burning Dm Keep your lamps trimmed and burning G F Am Dm This old world is almost gone Sister, don't stop prayin Brother, don't stop prayin Mother, don't stop prayin This old world is almost gone Glory, glory halleluiah Glory, glory halleluiah Glory, glory halleluiah This old world is almost gone First verse

Palette on Your Floor John Hurt C G Lay me down a palette on your floor C G Lay me down a palette on your floor Bm C Lay me a palette down soft and low G D G Lay it where my good gal won't know Been sleepin, my back and shoulders tired Been sleepin, my back and shoulders tired The way I been sleepin my back and shoulders tired Roll me over on the other side chorus Up the country, cold sleet and snow Up the country, cold sleet and snow I'm goin up the country, in the cold sleet and snow No tellin how much further I may go chorus Don't let my good gal find you here Don't let my good gal find you here Or she may shoot you, may cut and stab you too No telling what she might do chorus Clock strike midnight don't you know Clock strike midnight don't you know Clock strike midnight, I ain't goin home Lay me a palette on your floor chorus

John Hardy Was a Desperate Man Carter Family Am G John Hardy was a desperate little man, Am he carried two guns every day. G He shot a man on the West Virginia line, Am and you oughta seen John Hardy getting away. John Hardy, he got to the East Stone Bridge, he thought that he would be free. And up stepped a man and took him by the arm, saying, "Johnny, walk along with me !" He sent for his poppy and his mommy, too, to come to go his bail. But money wont go a murdering case, and they locked John Hardy back in jail. (break) John Hardy, he had a pretty little girl, the dress that she wore was blue, as she came skipping through the old jail hall, saying, "Poppy, I've been true to you!" John Hardy, he had another little girl, the dress that she wore was red. She followed John Hardy to the hanging ground, saying Poppy, "I would rather be dead !" (break) I've been to the East, and I've been to the West , I've been this wide world around, I've been to the river and I've been baptized, and now I'm on my hanging ground. John Hardy walked out on his scaffold high, with his loving little wife by his side. And the last word she heard poor John-o say, (slow) (a capella) (outro) "I'll meet you in that sweet bye and bye."

Ballad of Hollis Brown Bob Dylan Dm G Dm Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town G Dm Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town A G Dm With his wife and five children and his cabin fallin' down He looked for work and money and he walked a rugged mile He looked for work and money and he walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry that they don't know how to smile Your baby's crying louder it's pounding on your brain Your baby's crying louder it's pounding on your brain Your wife's tears are slashin' you like dirty drivin' rain Your grass is turning black there's no water in your well Your grass is turning black there's no water in your well (x) You spent your last long dollar (x) on seven shotgun shells Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shotgun that's hangin' on the wall Your brain is a-bleedin' and your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin' and your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shotgun that you're holdin' in your hand There's seven winds a-blowin all around the cabin door There's seven winds a-blowin' all around the cabin door (x) Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar (long break) There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm (slow) Way off in the distance there's seven new people born

Louisville Burglar Iron Mountain String Band C F C Brought up in Louisville a city you all know well F C F G Raised up by honest parents, truth to you I'll tell C F Raised up by honest parents and raised most tenderly F C G G Til I became a burglar at the age of twenty-three My character was taken and I was sent to jail My parents found it hard work to get me out on bail The jury found me guilty the clerk he wrote it down The judge he passed the sentence, that sent me t'Frankfort town (break) I saw my aged father, pleading at the bar I saw my dear old mother, tearing out her hair Tearing out them old grey locks and tears come streamin down She said my son what have you done, t'be sentenced t'Frankfort town They put me on an east bound train one cold November day And as I walked through the station you could hear all the people say Oh yonder goes a criminal of some great crime I know For some great crime or other, to Frankfort town must go (break) I have a girl in Louisville, a girl that I love well If ever I get my liberty all life with her I'll dwell If ever I get my liberty bad company I'll shun Playin cards and gamblin and also drinkin rum Now you who have your liberty pray keep it while you can Don't walk about the streets at night and break the laws of man For if you do you surely will find yourself like me Serving out your twenty-one years in the state penitentiary

Richland Women Blues (John Hurt) C F C Give me red lipstick and a bright poppy rouge G C A shinglebob haircut and a shot of good booze CHORUS: F C Hurry down sweet Daddy, come blowin' your horn G C If you come too late your mama will be gone Come along young man, everything's settin right My husband gone away 'til late Saturday night Now I'm rarin' to go, got red shoes on my feet My mind is set right for tin lizzy seat Stop at the fashion shop, get the one that looks best Your own sweet mama wants a brand new dress Red rooster says, "Cockadoodle do doo" The Richland women say, "Any dude will do." Every Sunday morning, church watchin' me go My wings sprouted out, the preacher told me so. With rosy red garters and pink hose on my feet Turkey-red bloomer with a rumble seat Dress skirt high, then they cut low, Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin' me go.

Weary Day Delmore Bros. C F C Weary day pass away F C Look what you have done to me C F C Just this morning without warning F G C My love turned her back on me She was cryin when she left me Told me she was leavin town It's an awful awful feeling When your lover turns you down F C Like a lonesome dove a grieving F C G For a love that can't be found* C F It's an awful, awful feeling F G C When your lover turns you down I have never been so lonely Since I saw her catch that train Something awful seems to whisper She will not be back again When I see that sun a sinking Sinking down into the west I'll be thinking of my little darlin She's the one that I love best Chorus