The Kingston Trio Album

Jacqueline Steiner/Bess Hawes

Spoken:
These are the times that try men's souls. In the course of our nation's history, the people of Boston have rallied
bravely whenever the rights of men have been threatened. Today, a new crisis has arisen. The Metropolitan
Transit Authority, better known as the M. T. A., is attempting to levy a burdensome tax on the population in the
form of a subway fare increase. Citizens, hear me out! This could happen to you!

(Eight bar guitar, banjo introduction)

Well, let me tell you of the story of a man named Charley on a tragic and fateful day.
He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family, went to ride on the M. T. A.
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Well, did he ever return? No, he never returned and his fate is still unknown. (What a pity! Poor ole Charlie. Shame and scandal. He may ride forever. Just like Paul Revere.)
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston. He's the man who never returned.

Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square Station and he changed for Jamaica Plain.
When he got there the conductor told him, "One more nickel." Charlie couldn't get off of that train.

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Now, all night long Charlie rides through the station, crying, "What will become of me?!!
How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea or my cousin in Rocksbury?"

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Charlie's wife goes down to the Sculley Square Station every day at quarter past two,
And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich as the train comes rumblin' through.

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Now, you citizens of Boston, don't you think it's a scandal how the people have to pay and pay?
Fight the fare increase! Vote for George O'Brien! Get poor Charlie off the M. T. A.

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He's the man who never returned. He's the man who never returned.
E tu, Charlie?

Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds

Only one thing that money can't buy, true love that will never die. All my sorrows soon forgotten.
Carefree lovers down country lanes, don't know my grief, can't feel my pain. All my sorrows soon forgotten.
But it's too late, my love. Too late but never mind. All my sorrows soon forgotten.

Now there's one more thing that troubles my mind. My love is gone, left me behind. All my sorrows soon forgotten.
But it's too late, my love. Too late but never mind. All my sorrows soon forgotten.

Dave Guard

'Tis advertised in Boston, New York, and Buffalo a hundred hearty sailors, a whalin' for to go.

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Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow.

They tell you of the clipper ships a-runnin' in and out. They say you'll take five hundred whales before you're six months out.

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The skipper's on the after deck a-squintin' at the sails. When up above the lookout spots a mighty school of whales.

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Then lower down the boats, my boys, and after him we'll travel but if you get too near his tail, he'll kick you to the devil.

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And now that he is ours, my boys, we'll bring him alongside. Then over with our blubber hooks and rob him of his hide.

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When we get home, our ship made fast, and we get through our sailin'. A brimmin' glass around we'll pass and hang this blubber whalin'.

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Jack Splittard

There's a pine log shack in the mountains. That's where my Corey dwells.
She makes the finest mash liquor. What she doesn't drink she sells.

Well, the first time I seen darlin' Corey she was weavin' through the woods
With a kerosene lantern on her shoulder and a satchel full of goods.

Please do drop down next Monday. Please bring me a jug or five.
When the sun comes up on Tuesday don't figure to be alive.

Don't care if you are livin'. Don't care if you are dead.
If you're gonna drink my product then I'm gonna take your bread. (Frail, pardner)

Well, the last time I seen darlin' Corey, she was wand'rin' through the weeds
With a government man behind her. Gonna grab her for her deeds.

Wake up, wake up, darlin' Corey. What makes you sleep so sound? The revenue officer's a comin', gonna tear your still house down.

Irving Burgess

One night along the river at St. Germain de Pre, I first met my beloved at a small sidewalk café.
We walked along the river, the shadows passing by but we only saw each other, the shining water and the sky.

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The Seine, the Seine, when will I again meet her there, greet her there on the moonlit banks of the Seine?

Standing there across the river, mid sound of horn and tram, in all her quiet beauty, the cathedral Notre Dame,
And as we passed beside her, I said a little prayer that when this dream was over, I'd awake and find you there.

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We walked along the river, 'till dawn was coming nigh. Beneath the Eiffel Tower we said our last good-bye.
There on that splendid morning, I left you all in tears and the beauty of that hour will shine within my through the years

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The Seine, the Seine, when will I again meet her there on the Seine?

Took my girl home the other night. Got myself in an awful fight.

She said, "Doux, doux, darlin', won't you please come in?" Her old lady

socked me with a rollin pin.

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And I bawled. I bawled. Oh, mon, you should have heard me bawl.

Well, I bawl when I feel the pin. I don't meet with that old woman

again.

Oh, yes, I bawled (I bawled.) I bawled. (I bawled.) Oh, mon, you

should have heard me bawl.

Well, I bawl when I feel the pin. I don't meet with that old woman

again.

Mon, the first time she hit me, she knocked me down. Wouldn't even let me get off the ground.
I tried to tell of the rules of Queensbury. She said, "Boy, cuts no ice with me."

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Oh, mon, talk about eternity. That's what that encounter seemed to me.
She started to sneeze and I started to run. Gone like a bullet from a machine gun.

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Lou Gottlieb

Chorus:
Good news, chariot's comin'. (Repeat twice)
And I don't want it to leave me behind. (Repeat chorus first time)

There's a long white robe in heaven I know (there's a long white robe in heaven I know)
There's a long white robe in heaven I know and I don't want it to leave me behind.

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There's a starry crown in heaven I know (there's a starry crown in heaven I know)
There's a starry crown in heaven I know and I don't want it to leave me behind.

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There's a golden harp in heaven I know (there's a golden harp in heaven I know)
There's a golden harp in heaven I know and I don't want to leave it behind.

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Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, Poor John.

John Hardy was a fightin' man, carried a razor ev'ry day. He killed a man in Mobile town
You ought to see my Johnny get away. Ought to see my Johnny

Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway, Poor John.

John Hardy was standin' at the bar, so drunk he could not see. Along came a man with a warrant in his hand,
Crying, "Johnny boy, why don't you come with me? Johnny boy, why don't you come with me?"

John Hardy had a pretty little gal, kept her dressed in blue. He saw her in the hangin' crowd,
Cryin', "Johnny boy, I'll be true to you. Johnny boy, I'll be true to you. True to you. True to you. True to you. Poor, John."

I've been to the East and I've been to the West, been this whole world 'round. I've been to the North and I lived in the South.
This will be my buryin' ground. This will be my buryin' ground.

I've been this wide world over. Been this whole world 'round. Been to the river and I've been baptized.
Take me to my buryin' ground. Getaway, getaway, getaway.

L. Coleman/N. Gimbel

Come closer, my love, and you'll hear my tale. It'll make you cold. It'll turn you pale.
It's a tale of a man's never ending love and the long, black rifle.

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He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man
Shot him down with a long, black rifle, shot him down and away he ran.

A prairie man loved a city maid. Was the love he took worth the price he paid,
When a man ends up at the smoky end of a long, black rifle?

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His dyin' words I repeat to you. "You can never kill love when love is true.
It lives when only the rust is left of the long, black rifle.

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Shot him down and away he ran.

I remember Grandpa telling me that I was born as the sun was comin' up early in the morn.
Told me I was born early in the morn.

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When you lift your eyes and see the sun a-risin' on the far horizon early in the mornin'.

It was early in the day when I set out to roam. Went to seek my fortune far away from home.
I set out to roam far away from home.

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But today when I awoke I missed my darlin' so. Gotta have her by my side forever more I know.
Need my darlin' so. Evermore I know.

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So tomorrow I'll be leavin' at the break of day. Gonna hurry to my love and there I'll always stay.
At the break of day. There I'll always stay.

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E. Danzig/J. O. Segal


I peeked in to say goodnight and I heard my child in prayer. "Please bring me some scarlet ribbons, scarlet ribbons for my hair."

All the shops were closed and shuttered, all the streets were dark and bare. In our town no scarlet ribbons, scarlet ribbons for her hair.

Through the night, my heart was achin', just before the dawn was breaking.

I looked in and on her bed in gay profusion lying there, scarlet ribbons, lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons for her hair.

If I live to be a hundred, I will never know from where came those ribbons, lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons for her hair.

Jane Bowers

A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die. A line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh.
"The man who would fight to the death cross over but he who that would live better fly,"
And over the line stepped a hundred and seventy-nine.

Chorus:
Hi! Up! Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below, so the rest of Texas will know and remember the Alamo!

Jim Bowie lay dyin', his powder was ready and dry. From flat on his back, Bowie killed him a few in reply,
And young Davy Crockett was smilin' and laughin'. The challenge was fierce in his eye.
For Texas and freedom, a man more than willin' to die.

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A courier sent to the battlements, bloody and loud. With words of fare well in the letters he carried were proud.
"Grieve not, little darlin', my dyin' if Texas is sovereign and free. We'll never surrender and ever will liberty be!"

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Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo! Remember the Alamo!