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① Polly Vaughan 00:01
② Duncan And Brady 5:25
③Kaatskill Serenade 9:12
④Miss the Mississippi and You 16:00
⑥Sloppy Drunk David Bromberg 22:33
00:01
Polly Vaughan
http://www.dylanradio.com/songinfo.php?songid=50304
All ye brave huntsmen who follow the gun
Beware of a-shooting at the settin' of the sun
For her true love went a-huntin' and he shot in the dark
But oh and alas, Polly Vaughn was his mark.
She had her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan
Oh and alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn.
He ran up beside her when he found it was she
His legs they grew weak and his eyes could not see
He embraced her in his arms when he found she was dead
And a fountain of tears for his true love he shed.
Oh, she had her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan
Oh an' alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn.
He took her in his arms and home ran he
Crying "Father, dear father, I've shot fair Polly
I've shot that fair female in the bloom of her life
And I always intended to make her my wife."
"She had her apron wrapped about her and I took her for a swan
Oh and alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn."
Midnight in his chamber, Polly Vaughn did appear
Crying "Jimmy, oh Jimmy, you have nothing to fear
Stay in your country till your trial comes on
You shall not be convicted for what you have done."
"For I had my apron wrapped about me and you took me for a swan
But oh an' alas, it was I, Polly Vaughn."
In the midst of his trial, Polly Vaughn did appear
Crying, "Uncle, dear Uncle, Jimmy Randall must be cleared."
The judge and the lawyers stood around in a row
Polly Vaughn in the middle like a fountain of snow.
She had her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan
Oh an' alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn.
5:25
Duncan And Brady
Well, a twinkle, twinkle, little star
Well, a-twinkle, twinkle, little star
Well, along comes Brady in his 'lectric car
Well, he got a mean look right in his eye
Gonna shoot somebody jus' to see him die
Well, he been on the job too long
Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
Well, along come Brady with his shiny star
Well, Brady says, "Duncan, you are under arrest"
Hmmm Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest
Yes, he been on the job too long
Well, Brady, Brady, Brady
Well, you know you done wrong
Well, breaking in here while my games goin' on
Well, breaking down the windows, knocking' down the door
Uh-huh, now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor
Yes, you been on the job too long
Well, Old King Brady was a big fat man
Doctor reached out, grab hold of his hand
Felt for his pulse, "Doctor," he said
"I believe, to my soul, King Brady's dead
Yes, he been on the job too long"
Well, high-tailed carriages standin' all around
Well, just takin' Brady to his buryin' ground
Well, high-tailed carriages, rubber-tired hack
Now take him to the graveyard, ain't goin' to bring him back
Yes, he been on the job too long
Well, Women all heard King Brady was dead
Go back home and they rerag in red
Come slippin', slidin, and shufflin' down the street
In their big Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet
He been on the job too long
Well, Brady, Brady well you know you done wrong
Well, breaking in here while my gigs goin' on
Well, breaking down the windows, knocking' down the door
And, now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor
Yes, You been on the job too long
9:12
Kaatskill Serenade ：David Bromberg
Where are the men that I used to sport with
What has become of my beautiful town
Wolf, my old friend, even you don't know me
This must be the end, my house is tumbled down
My land it was rich, but I wouldn't work it
I guess I made a shrew of my wife
My duty clear, I could always find some way to shirk it
I dreamed away the best years of my life
Seems like only this morning, I went up into the mountain
No word of warning, just her usual curse
I hated the house, with all her nagging and shouting
But to be in this strange world was a thousand times worse
Where are the men that I used to sport with
What has become of my beautiful town
Wolf, my old friend, even you don't know me
This must be the end, my house is tumbled down
He called me by name, he bought me that cheaply
He called me by name, I didn't know what to think
I watched their loud games, and oh, I drink deeply
Though no-one had ever asked me to drink
And you know that stolen liquor, it was sweeter than whiskey
Many times quicker, just to put me to sleep
That drinking with strangers can be very risky
My sleep it was long, it was twenty years deep
Where are the men that I used to sport with
What has become of my beautiful town
Wolf, my old friend, even you don't know me
This must be the end, my house is tumbled down
16:00
Miss the Mississippi and You ：Jimmie Rodgers
I'm growing tired of the big city's lights
Tired of the glamor and tired of the sights
In all my dreams I am roaming once more
Back to my home on the old river shore
I am sad and weary far away from home
Miss the Mississippi and you, dear
Days are dark and dreary everywhere I roam
Miss the Mississippi and you
Rolling the wide world over
Always alone and blue, blue
Nothing seems to cheer me under heaven's dome
Miss the Mississippi and you
(Oh-del-lay-ee-oh-del-lay-ee
Dee-oh-lay-ee-oh-del-lay-ee
Oh-del-lay-ee-oh-del-lay-ee-oh-del-ee-del-lay-ee)
Memories are bringing happy days of yore
Miss the Mississippi and you
Mockingbirds are singing 'round the cabin door
Miss the Mississippi and you
Rolling the wide world over
Always alone and blue, so blue
Longing for my homeland, muddy water shore
Miss the Mississippi and you
（Oh-del-lay-ee-oh-del-lay-ee
Dee-oh-lay-ee-oh-del-lay-ee）
22:33
Sloppy Drunk
David Bromberg
https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107859623972/
I don't want no reefer right now
I never touch no junk
Just give me a bottle of Jack Daniels, child
I'll go get my ass sloppy drunk
Now I don't want no reefer
I never touch no junk
Just give me a bottle of good bourbon, yes
And I'll go get sloppy drunk
I love my whisky, great God
Got to have my gin
Come on, let's go do something nasty girl
Until the bulls break in
Folks, I love my whisky, yes I do
I've got to have my gin
Let's practice that old horizontal cha cha
Until the bulls break in
Look here, Firman
God knows that you're a mess
Folks, he says he don't drink any more
I know for sure he won't drink no less
My good friend John Firman over there
Ah, he's a mess
He says he don't drink no more
I know for sure he don't drink no less
I'm leaving San Francisco right now
Come on, pack my trunk
I never got no bourbon, God knows
But these blues got me sloppy drunk
Folks, right now I'm leaving Frisco
Come on, pack my trunk
I never touched no whisky
But the blues, great God, got me sloppy drunk
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