The Kingston Trio Album

Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

Chorus:
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine. (Repeat twice)
Ev'ry day, ev'ry day, ev'ry day, ev'ry day, gonna let my little light shine.

On Monday, give me the gift of love, On Tuesday, peace came from above,
On Wednesday, told me to watch and pray, on Thursday, told me just a-what to say,
On Friday, sent me down some faith, On Saturday, give me a little more grace,
On Sunday, give me the power divine, just to let my little light shine.

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Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

(Guitar intro.) Cha! Cha!

Chile verde me pediste. Chile verde te dare. Vama nos para la huer ta con al la te lo cortare.(Tell them what it means then)
"The National Safety Council wishes me to inform you, 'Do not drink while driving!" ("Porque?") You're liable to hit a bump and spill the whole thing!" ("Coplas!")

Chorus:
Lai, lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, lai. Lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai

Dice que los de fu casa. Ninguno me puede ver. Diles que no basta el agua que al cabo lahan do beber. ("Parlez vous Italiano?) "Tell your parents not to muddy the water around us." ("Porque?") "Our group had 25% fewer cavities with clean water!" ("Coplas!")

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La mula que yo mente la monto hoy mi compadre. Eso a mi no me importa pues yo la mon te primero. ("Oivey!")
"Show me a cowboy who rides side saddle and I will show you a gay ranchero!" ("Coplas!")

(Chorus) "Now the naughty verses!

La noche que me case. No pudde dormirme un rato. Por estar toda la noche corriendos detras de un gato.
Me dejiste que fue un gato. Que entro por tu balcon. Yo no visto gato prieto con sombrero y pantalon! (Pantalones Caliente) No more drinks for the dwarf!---On my wedding night, I did not sleep a wink. ("Porque?") So, I changed to Sanka!" ("Coplas!")

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John Phillips/John Stewart

Chorus:
I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow. Gonna find a true love. That is where I want to go.
Out where them chilly winds don't blow.

Sing your song, sing it soft and low. Sing it for your baby and then I'll have to go. Out where them chilly winds don't blow

Wish I was a headlight on a west bound train. I'd shine my light on cool Colorado range
Out where them chilly winds don't blow.

If you're feelin' lonely, if you're feelin' low. Remember that I loved you more than you will ever know.
Goin' where them chilly winds don't blow.

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I'm leavin' in the springtime, won't be back till fall. If I can forget you, I might not come back at all.
Out where them chilly winds don't blow. (Repeat twice)

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Oh, Miss Mary, where are you wanderin'? (Repeat twice)
Three days and Mary's comin' home.

When Mary was a young girl she took to wanderin'. Never would she leave me and not come back again.
Swear I hear her singing, singing in the western wind. Three days and Mary's comin' home.

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Mary chased a rainbow over the mountains. Crossed so many rivers, Lord, that I can't count them.
She wouldn't want the rainbows even if she found them. Three days and Mary's comin' home.

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Watchin' for my Mary, wish she was home again. Home from the rivers, Lord, home from the mountains.
If I turn my back, say, she'd just be gone again. Three days and Mary's comin' home.

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As I walked out in the streets of Laredo, as I walked out in Laredo one day.
I spied a young cowboy dressed in white linen. Dressed in white linen and cold as the clay.
I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy. You can see by my outfit I'm a cowboy, too.
You can see by our outfits that we are both cowboys. Get yourself an outfit and be a cowboy, too!

Pat Clancy

Oh, see the fleet foot hosts of men who speed with faces wan
From Farmstead and from Fisher's Cot along the banks of Bann.
They come with vengeance in their eyes, too late, too late are they,
For young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!

Up the narrow street he stepped, smiling and proud and young.
About the hemp rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung.
There's never a tear in his blue eyes, both glad and bright are they,
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!

When he last stepped up that street his shining pike in hand
Behind him marched in grim array a stalwart earnest band.
For Antrim Town! For Antrim Town! He led them to the fray,
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!

There's never a one of all who die more bravely fell in fray
Than he who marches to his fate on the Bridge of Toome today.
True to the last, true to the last, he treads the upward way
And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!

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?

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone, you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two, Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four, Lord, I'm five hundred miles a way from home.
Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home, Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home.

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name. Lord, I can't go back home this-a way.
This-a way, this-a way, this-a way, this-a way, Lord, I can't go back home this-a way. (Interlude, repeat first verse)

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures.
Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures
Completely round is the golden fruit that hangs from the o-o-orange tree
Yes the circle shape is quite renown
But sad to say it can be found
In the lowdown, dirty run-around
That my true love gave to me
That my true love gave to me

Completely square is the little box he said my ring would be in
Completely square is the envelope he said good-bye to me in
Completely square is the handkerchief I flourish constantly
As I dry my eyes of the tears I've shed,
And blow my nose which turns bright red
For a perfect square is my true love's head
He will not marry me, no
He will not marry me

Rectangular is the hotel door my true love tried to sneak through
Rectangular is the transom hole by which I had to peek through,
Rectangular is the hotel room I entered angrily, and
Rectangular is the wooden box
Where lies my love neath the golden phlox
They say he died of the chicken pox
In part I must agree
One chick too many had he

Triangular is the piece of pie I eat to ease my sorrow
Triangular is the hatchet blade I plan to hide tomorrow
Triangular the relationship which now has ceased to be
And triangular is the garment thin
That fastens on with a safety pin
To a prize I had no wish to win
It's a lasting memory
That my true love gave to me

Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls picked them, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone to young men, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone for soldiers, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
A long, long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

John Phillips

Chorus:
Well, I'm goin' away for to leave you. Might not come back any more (more, more)
If I never more see your face again, then it's honey on that far distant, distant shore. Honey on that far distant shore.

Well, now, I'm goin' down to New Orleans, just to ride on the river boat.
Gotta keep bailin' all night long just to keep the darn boat afloat.

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Here is where I was born and raised, where the cold, cold North wind blows.
But I'm goin' back to old Tennessee where my good gal only knows.

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Keep a light in your window. Keep it burnin' bright.
Someday I'm gonna come a-knockin' at your door. Baby, I'll treat you right.

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