Rambling Hobo Doc Watson Just a mile west of the water tank on a cold November day. In a cold and lonesome box car A dyin hobo lay His pal sat there
Muskrat, oh muskrat, what makes you smell so bad? Layin' around the farmer's house eatin' up all he had Eatin' up all he had, eatin' up all he had, boys
Talk about sufferin' here below And talk about lovin' Jesus. Talk about sufferin' here below And let's keep a-followin' Jesus. The gospel train is coming
THAT OLD WOODEN ROCKER There it stands by the fire with its back to the wall That old wooden rocker, so stately and tall With naught to disturb it but
Along about eighteen twenty-five, I left Tennessee very much alive. I never would have got through the Arkansas mud If I hadn't been a-ridin' on the Tennessee
The other night when I come in, so drunk I couldn't see I hooked my toe in the old doormat and fell as flat as I could be I had me a little old bottle
I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay And pensively stood by his tomb, When in a low whisper I heard something say, "How sweetly I sleep here
I'm three times seven and I do as I doggone please There ain't no woman this side of heaven gonna get me on my knees I'm three times seven, gals, and
There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy And me, oh God, for one Then fill the glasses
Hang your head, Tom Dooley Hang your head and cry You killed poor Laurie Foster And you know you're bound to die You left her by the roadside Where you
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore From the green old flowing mountains to the south down along the shore She's mighty tall and handsome
wake up wake up little maggie why do you sleep so sound them highway robbers are a coming gone a tear your play house down oh where is my little darling
She bloomed for me near a little village In a cabin on the hill We made our vows to love each other And I know we always will She's my rose of old Kentucky
It's a lesson too late for the learnin' Made of sand, made of sand In a wink of an eye my soul is burnin' In your hand, in your hand (chorus) Are you
Oh, where is my sailor boy? Where is my sailor boy? He sleeps at the bottom of the deep blue sea And he can't come back to me I stand on the beach alone
chorus: Walkin' boss Walkin' boss Yes you're the boss But I don't belong to you. I belong Yes, I belong And I can get along With that steel drivin'
Way downtown just foolin' around Took me to the jail It's oh me and it's oh my No one to go my bail It was late last night when Willie came home I heard
Alberta, let your hair hang low I saw her first on an April morn' As she walked through the mist in a field of hay Her hair lit the world with its golden