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Three Jolly Coachmen
One, two, and three jolly coachmen sat at an. English tavern. Three jolly coachmen sat at an. English tavern. And they decided, and they. Decided, and they decided to have another flagon.
Those Who Are Wise
I use to sit in the shade of an old cedar tree. And I dream of the days, what they're holdin' for me. But all those should know who gaze at the sky. It's for those who are wise, only those who are wise.
Those Brown Eyes
One evening when the sun was low. My brown eyes whispered, "I must go". Not one second would she wait. She kissed my cheek and left my gate. . Those brown eyes I loved so well.
This Mornin', This Evenin', So Soon
Carl Sandburg. . Tell old Bill when he leaves home this mornin', tell old Bill when he leaves home this evenin',. Tell old Bill when he leaves home to let those downtown girls alone, this mornin', this evenin', so soon..
This Land Is Your Land
Woody Guthrie. . Chorus:. This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the New York island,. From the red wood forest to the Gulf stream waters. This land was made for you and me..
Thirsty Boots
Eric Anderson. . You've long been on the open road. You've been standing in the rain.. From the dirty words and muddy cells, your clothes are dark and stained,.
They Call The Wind Maria
Away out here they've got a name. For rain and wind and fire. The rain is Tess,. The fire's Joe. And they call the wind Maria. . Maria blows the stars around.
They Are Gone
The moments turn to hours. And the hours turn to days. And I've seen so many lost ones pass away. . And they're gone. Yes, they're gone. They are gone to stay.
These Seven Men
Mike Stewart. . He's gone away for to stay a little while but he's comin' back if he goes ten thousand miles.. . Who are these seven men whose path leads them so far and shake our minds to wonder who they are?.
Them Poems
Mason Williams. . LUNCH TOTERS:. . How about them lunch toters, ain't they a bunch? Goin' off to work a-totin' their lunch.. Totin' them vittles. Totin' that chow. Eatin' it later. Totin' it now..
The World's Last Authentic Playboys
Bill Loughborough/ David Wheat. . With Ruby and Ollie soon over the hill, for marrying Tommy there still is no. pill.. . We're the world's last authentic playboys, just three fun-loving ne'er-do-wells..
The World Needs A Melody
J. Slate/L. Hinley/H. Delaughter. . The world needs a tune that it can hum. (Hum) The world needs a guitar it can strum. (Hum). The world needs a melody it can sing, sing, sing, sing. Yeah, let's all sing together..
The Work Song
John Stevens. . I don't like to work but I got to. When my friends ask for advice, I tell them not to.. I'm gonna move way down South where it's too hot to, 'cause I don't like to work..
The Wines Of Madeira
I've tasted the wines of France. And I've tasted the wines of Spain. And though many a wine is the same. There are none like the wines of Madeira. . I've courted the girls of France.
The White Snows Of Winter
The white snows of winter fall. Into the quiet town. The town lies a-sleeping. A-sleeping beneath the down. . It soon will be Christmas, bells will be ringing.
The Way Old Friends Do
Bjoern Uluaeus/Benny Anderssen. . You and I can share the silence, finding comfort together the way old friends do.. After fights and words of violence we make up with each other the way old friends do..
The Wanderer
It's only been a year or so but it seems so long ago. I packed up my bags and left my home. Been from Fresno to Maine, even worked a boat in Spain. I ain't ever had a bed to call my own.
The Unfortunate Miss Baily
In seventeen forty-two, it was customary in the township of Halifax. For a gentleman to partake occasionally of ratafia. Which was a light-flavored liquor of amazing potency.
The Tijuana Jail
We went one day about a month ago. To have a little fun in Mexico. We ended up in a gambling spot. Where the liquor flowed and the dice were hot. . So here we are in the Tijuana Jail.
The Tattoed Lady
Oh, we came to town to see. That old tattoed lady. She was a sight to see. Tattoed from head to knee. My uncle Ned was there. He came to gape and stare.
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