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Are You From Dixie

Hello there stranger how do you do
there's something I'd like to say to you
You seem surprised I recognize
I'm no detective but I just surmise

You're from the place I'm longing to be

Oh love it is a funny funny thing
It affects both young and old
Like a plate of burning ash
Many's the man that is sold
Make you feel like a fresh water eel
Cause your head to swell
You will lose your mind 'cause love is blind
You will empty your pocket as well

I likes the ol piano, and I likes the fiddle too,
The guitar makes the music awful sweet.
But when I pick the old banjo, my heart is mighty free
The banjo am the instrument for me!

Well, let me hear the banjo,
I like that good ol' five string melody
It makes me feel so happy, my hearts so light and free,

I'm a rovin' little banjo picker up from Alabam
Where I used to hoe the cotton and the cane
Well, the old folks they will miss me when they shout
for little Sam
And I am not a-(gonna) live with them again

Well, I left them in the night when the moon was
shinin' bright

I've traveled over the country wide a seekin' fortune fair
I've been down the two coast lines I've traveled everywhere
From Portland east and Portland west and back along the line
I'm goin' now to a place that's best that old home town of mine

Eight more miles and Louisville will come in to my view
Eight more miles on this old road and I'll never more be blue
I knew some day that I'd come back I knew it from the start

My Grandfather's Clock
Henry Clay Work, as performed by Grandpa Jones

My grandfather's clock
Was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was larger by half
Than the old man himself

Liza up in the 'simmon tree, and the possum on the ground
Possum said, "You son of a gun, shake them 'simmons down."

CHORUS: Whoopee Liza, pretty little girl
Whoopee, Liza Jane.
Whoopee, Liza pretty little girl
She died on the train.

Nelly Bly
(Stephen Foster)

Nelly Bly! Nelly Bly! Bring the broom along,
We'll sweep the kitchen clean, my dear,
And have a little song.
Poke the wood, my lady love
And make the fire burn,

All Go Hungry Hash House
There’s a hotel in the city as we climb the golden stair And they
serve the hash upon the second floor There’s a graveyard in the
cellar, a doctor’s office in the parlour And the undertaker keeps his
shop next door
[Touch me not ?] was on the teacups, skeleton crossbones on the plates
[The ? rises on that turkey you could spell??] Oh the biscuits they are
named and I’m going to have them framed At that all-go-round hash house