Old Joe's Place .......... The Folksmen

Just That Kinda Day .......... The New Main Street Singers

When You're Next To Me .......... Mitch & Mickey

Never Did No Wanderin' .......... The Folksmen

Fare Away .......... The New Main Street Singers

One More Time .......... Mitch & Mickey

Loco Man .......... The Folksmen

The Good Book Song .......... The New Main Street Singers

Skeletons Of Quinto .......... The Folksmen

Never Did No Wanderin' .......... The New Main Street Singers

The Ballad Of Bobby And June .......... Mitch & Mickey

Blood On The Coal .......... The Folksmen

Main Street Rag .......... The New Main Street Singers

Start Me Up .......... The Folksmen

Potato's In The Paddy Wagon .......... The New Main Street Singers

A Kiss At The End Of The Rainbow .......... Mitch & Mickey

A Mighty Wind .......... The Folksmen,Mitch & Mickey,The New Main Street Singers

When You're Next To Me .......... Mitch & Mickey (Video)

Whenever I'm out a wandering,
Chasing a rainbow dream,
I often stop and think about,
A place I've never seen,
Where friendly folks can gather,
And raise the rafters high,
With songs and tales of yester year,
Until they say goodbye

Well... ..there's a puppy in the parlor,
And skillet on the stove,
And a smelly old blanket,
With a Navajo wove,
There's a chicken on the table,
But you got to say grace,
There's always something cooking at,
Old Joe's Place

Now folks come by round evening time,
Soon as the sun goes down,
Some drop in from right next door,
And some from out of town...(Pick it)

Well... ..there's a puppy in the parlor,
And skillet on the stove,
And a smelly old blanket,
With a Navajo wove,
There's popcorn in the pooper,
And a porker in the pot
There's pie in the pantry,
And the coffee's always hot,
There's chicken on the table,
But you got to say grace,
There's always something cooking at,
Old Joe's Place.

Now they don't allow no frown inside,
Leave them by the door.
There's apple brandy by the keg,
And sawdust on the floor.
So if you've got a hankering',
I'll tell you where to go,
Just look for the busted neon sign
That flashes....Ea A Oh's

Well... ..there's a puppy in the parlor,
And skillet on the stove,
And a smelly old blanket,
With a Navajo wove,
There's popcorn in the pooper,
And a porker in the pot
There's pie in the pantry,
And the coffee's always hot
There's sausage in the morning,
And a party every night,
There's a nurse on duty,
If you don't feel right,
There's a chicken on the table,
But you got to say grace,
There's always something cooking down at Old Joe's Place...

[Thanks to jrcornish@hotmail.com for lyrics]

It's just that kinda day.

It's time to kick on back.
Toss your cares away.
Cartwheels and piggy backs,
It's just that kinda day.

Tell mean old Mr. Blues,
He's welcome here no more.
Put on your happy shoes
and chase him out the door.

Today when I awoke,
all my cares went up in smoke.
I thought about the sad eyed folk
Who'd ne-ver heard this song.

Don't cry. DOn't fret. Don't frown.
You'll only bruise your heart.
The sun's a circus clown,
the moon's a lemon tart.

(Whistling)

I'm sittin' on a hill,
watching clouds at play.
Love clouds, I always will.
It's just that kind of day.

Today when I awoke,
all my cares went up in smoke.
I thought about the sad eyed folk
Who'd ne-ver heard this song.

Let's give ourselves a break
from sorrow and dismay.
The world's a birthday cake.
It's just that kinda day.
It's just that kinda day.
It's just that kind of day.....

[Thanks to wefas2@hotmail.com for lyrics]

When I'm standing next to you
There's a song to sing
I know everything's feeling right

When I'm standing next to you
Steeple bells ring
Only good things
Do I see
When you're next to me

When I hold your hand in mine
Different world wakes
A new morning breaks with the sun

When I hold your hand in mine
Children's dreams take flight
Through a star lit night
That's what I see
When you're next to me

(Chorus)
This love for you I'm feeling
Has a power that is healing
It can mend the darkest hour
With glorious light

When I taste your lips so sweet
I see beggars dine
And the sands of time up and stop

When I taste your lips so sweet
Black and white bend
Every dove lands at your feet
When you're next to me

(Instrumental)

(Chorus)
This love for you I'm feeling
Has a power that is healing
It can mend the darkest hour
With glorious light

When I'm lying next to you
I feel moonbeams burn
I see rainbows turning to gold

When I'm lying next to you
I hear Angels play
I see sweeter days
I see rivers wind
Through the end of time

I see hatred fall
From the highest hill
I see God's good grace
Shining in your eyes
That's what I see
When you're next to me

[Thanks to chrisvader@wowway.com for lyrics]
[Thanks to kslangley@msn.com, markgriggs@mac.com for corrections]

Wanderin'
Never did no wanderin'

My mother was the cold North wind,
My daddy was the son, of a railroad man from west of hell,
Where the trains don't even run

Never heard the whistle of a lonesome freight,
Or the singing of it's driving wheel,
No I, never did not wanderin'
Never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin' after all

They say they highway's just one big road,
And it goes from here to there,
And they say you carry a heavy load,
When you're rolling down the line somewhere

Never seen the dance of the telephone poles,
As they go whizzin' by,
Never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin' after all

Never did no wanderin'... ..high!
Never did no wanderin'... ..low!

Now a sailor's life is a life for him,
But it never was for me,
And I never soared where the hawk may soar,
Or see what the hawk might see,

Never hiked to heaven on a mountain trail,
Never rode on a river's rage
Never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin' after all

Easy now!
Never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin' after all

No I never did no wanderin' after all

[Thanks to gustav_25@hotmail.com for lyrics]

Sun breaks over the spritsail yard.
Jib sheet's hauling to leeward hard.
Crosstree's humming a morning hymn.
I'm the cabin boy, call me Jim. (His name's Jim)

Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the furbelow of the wily whale.

Captain's stalking the quarterdeck.
Tells the tail of his first shipwreck.
Castaway with a case of rum.
Hoped that rescue would never come (Never come).

Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the furbelow of the wily whale.
To the furbelow of the wily, wily...

First mate Peter's a hardened man.
Says the captain's a charlatan.
Don't know tackle from futtock plates.
The sailor's sent to the pearly gates.

Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the furbelow of the wily whale.

I been sailing these seven seas
Since I's nigh high to a mermaid's knees.
Come next April I'm sixty-three.
I can't advance! (I like short pants!)
Save in the cabin on the open sea.

Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the furbelow of the wily whale.

[Thanks to miturria@cs.utk.edu for lyrics]
[Thanks to wefas2@hotmail.com for corrections]

You gave me sweet things and flowers
You gave me a sky so blue
You gave me a rock to lean on
And I gave myself to you

We wander through each other's secrets
We traded an honored word
We shared a solemn promise
But like the raven's cry, it must be heard

Please don't take away your love dear
One mistake is not a crime
Let's start again, my love is yours dear
Your love is mine
One more time, one more time

You tell me a cold wind's a'comin'
A chill that turns a heart to stone
And your eyes say it's time to move on
Down a road you'd rather walk alone

Now pride is a raging river
You could fell the tallest tree
When some need the wings of forgiveness
And tame the stormy seas

Please don't take away your love dear
One mistake is not a crime
Let's start again, my love is yours dear
Your love is mine
One more time, one more time

You say that nothing is forever
Like the tide that comes in but doesn't stay
But our journey has taken up our lifetime
And what you give you just can't take away

I can't take away my love dear
One mistake is not a crime
Let's start again, my love is yours dear
Your love is mine
One more time, one more time

[Thanks to gustav_25@hotmail.com for lyrics]

Loco man,
watchin' all the fish swim away.
He no work; he just sleep and play.
Sitting here on da sand.

Sunny land,
Coconut comin down all da time.
Milk, she sweeter than honey wine.
Sitting here on da sand.

(spoken) He's a loco man!

Loco man,
crazy, but he gotta plan.
Doin' it just because he can.
Yeah, he loco like ice cold cocoa.

Loco man,
sit in sun when he want to sweat.
Go in ocean to get him wet,
Sitting here on da sand.

(spoken) He's a loco man!

Loco man,
crazy, but he gotta plan.
Doin' it just because he can.
Yeah, he loco like ice cold cocoa.

Loco man,
sit in sun when he want to sweat.
Go in ocean to get him wet,
Sitting here on da sand.
Sitting here on da sand.
(spk) Dat's da loco man you're talkin' about.
Sitting here on da sand.
(spk) Dat's right
Loco man!

[Thanks to wefas2@hotmail.com for lyrics]

Oh yeah, yeah yeah
Now God said to Noah
"I don't want no sinnin'"
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
"I've been telling you this since 'In the beginnin'"
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
"You gotta round up your sons and all of their women"
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
"Because you're going on a big boat ride
Now gather all the animals by the pair
Build a big ship about a million square
And put all the animals right in there
And sail away on the tide"

But what if Noah
Had just said "No sir"
Well we'd all have fins and scaly skins
We'd breathe through gills instead of nostrils
And we'd eat fish food instead of vitamin pills

It's scary but it's true,
So do what the good book,
Do what the good book,
Do what the good book tells you to
Oh yeah, yeah yeah

Oh yeah, yeah yeah
Now God said to David, "Do you hear that drummin'?"
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
"You gotta great big Philistine army comin'"
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
"You wanna oil up your sling and really get it hummin'"
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
"Because you're gunna take the big guy down"
Well David got a dose of frights
But he wanted to be King of the Isrealites
So he put old Goliath right in his sights
And he bounced one off of his crown

But what if David, had whined and waited
We'd live like slaves to Philistine naves,
Our bosses would all be 30 feet tall
We'd wash their clothes with a fire hose
And we'd sleep in the cracks between their toes

It's scary but it's true,
And if I were you,
I'd do what the good book,
Do what the good book,
Do what the good book tells me to
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
Do what the good book tells me to
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
Do what the good book tells me to

[Thanks to gustav_25@hotmail.com for lyrics]

I worked the fields my father worked
From dawn until setting sun
My calloused hands and wind-burned face
Have marked me as a man
Who has no voice, no rights, no hope
No place to call his own
And the skeletons of Quinto call me home

The silver tentacles of the moon's rays caught me
The deathly silence of the mountains chill me to the bone
And the skeletons of Quinto call me home

If I lived to be a hundred, I won't know me Papa's plight
The cruelty of the master's whip
The horrors of the night
He braved them all and stood his ground
The bravest ever known
And the skeletons of Quinto call me home

(Spanish)

(Instrumental)

I know that somehow, in the world,
The workers must be free
The toil and sweat, and tyranny, the fascist jeu d'esprit
Will only serve to keep us down, and make the bourgeoisie
And the skeletons of Quinto call me home

[Thanks to gustav_25@hotmail.com for lyrics]

Wanderin'
Never did no wanderin'

My mother was the cold North wind,
My daddy was the son, of a railroad man from west of hell,
Where the trains don't even run

Never heard the whistle of a lonesome freight,
Or the singing of it's driving wheel,
No I, never did not wanderin'
Never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin' after all

They say they highway's just one big road,
And it goes from here to there,
And they say you carry a heavy load,
When you're rolling down the line somewhere

Never seen the dance of the telephone poles,
As they go whizzin' by,
Never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin' after all

Never did no wanderin'... ..high!
Never did no wanderin'... ..low!

Now a sailor's life is a life for him,
But it never was for me,
And I never soared where the hawk may soar,
Or see what the hawk might see,

Never hiked to heaven on a mountain trail,
Never rode on a river's rage
Never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin' after all

Easy now!
Never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin'
Never did no wanderin' after all

No I never did no wanderin' after all

[Thanks to gustav_25@hotmail.com for lyrics]

This is the story of Bobby and June
A boy and a girl who kidnapped the moon
But they fell in love
To the sound of guns
The year was 1861

The army came looking for men to recruit
Dressin' boys up like soldiers in blue Union suits
Take this sword and cut down Johnny Reb
They said
You'll come back a hero or you'll come back dead

(Chorus)
Stay with me Bobby
Don't go away from me now
I want you say that you love me
Don't go away from me now
I want you to stay

Now Bobby he marched to the eye of the storm
The blue coats were falling the blood was still warm
A battle was raging and the only thing in his eyes
Was the thought of his June and making it home alive

His army outnumbered they started to run
When Bobby went down with the crack of a gun
And as he lay still his face sinking in the rain
He knew that he never and ever would see June again

(Chorus)
Stay with me Bobby
Don't go away from me now
I want you say that you love me
Don't go away from me now
I want you to stay

It was the morning of Christmas when June heard a sound
Of someone approaching their boots scraping on the ground
As she looked out the window her heart pounded in her breast
A broken young Bobby was clutching a wounded chest

She ran out to help ease his pain
He looked up and whispered her name
Then she cradled his head in her arms and he smiled
When he heard his June say

(Chorus)
Stay with me Bobby
Don't go away from me now
I want you say that you love me
Don't go away from me now
I want you to stay
I want you to stay

[Thanks to chrisvader@wowway.com for lyrics]

It was April 27 in the year of 91
Bout a mile below the surface and the warm kentucky sun
The late shift was ending and the early shift was late.
The foreman ate his dinner on a dirty tin plate

(Chorus:)
Blood on the tracks, blood in the mine,
Brothers and sisters what a terrible time.
Ole 97 went in the wrong hole,
Now my number 60 has blood on the coal,
Blood on the coal, blood on the coal.

The slag pits were steamin' it was 7:25,
Every miner worked the coal face,
Every one of them alive
The train came round the corner,
You could hear the tressel groan,
But the switcher wasn't listnin' so he left the switch alone!

(Chorus)

The walls began to tremble and the men began to yell,
You could hear that lonesome whistle like an echo out...well
They dropped their picks and shovels and to safety they did run,
For to stay among the living in the year of 91!

(Chorus)

An Irishman named Murphy said "I'll stop that iron horse!"
And he stood to thrwart it's passage,
And it crushed him dead of course.

And I hope he hears the irony when e're this tale is told,
The train that took his life was burning good
Kentucky coal, Hey!

(Chorus)

[Thanks to janet_carden@unc.edu for lyrics]

Walkin' down the main street,
everybody's gonna sing...

The mothers and the brothers,
everybody let freedom ring...

I'll put - your hand in mine.
Gonna have us all ONE FINE TIME
We're the Main Street Singers
and we're here to make a crazy scene...

How far out -
can Main Street get..........
can Main Street get
Whoa...Yeah...

[Thanks to wefas2@hotmail.com for lyrics]

If ya start me up.......(start me up)
If you start me up I'll never stop.

If ya start me up.......(start me up)
If ya start me up I'll never stop.

I've been runnin' hot.....(runnin' hot)
Ya got me thinkin' gonna blow my top.

If ya start me up.......(start me up)
If ya start me up I'll never stop.

You make a grown man cry (cry).
You make a grown man cry (cry).
You make a grown man cry.

(Spoken)
Spread out the oil, the gasoline
I walk smooth.
She's a mean, mean machine.

If ya start it up.......(start it up)
Ya pull my starter, give it all ya got.

I can't compete........(can't compete)
with the riders in the other heat.

If ya rough it up.........(rough it up)
If ya like it you can slide it up.
(Spoken) What's that?
Slide it up!

You make a grown man cry (cry).
You make a grown man cry (cry).
You make a grown man cry.

(Spoken)
My eyes dialate; my lips go green.
My hands are greasy.
She's a mean machine.

(Interlude)

If ya start me up.......(start me up)
If you start me up I'll never stop.

If ya start me up.......(start me up)
If you start me up I'll never stop.

I've been runnin' hot.....(runnin' hot)
Ya got me thinkin' gonna blow my top.

If ya start me up.......(start me up)
If ya start me up I'll never stop.

You make a grown man cum.
You make a grown man cum.
You make a grown man cum.
(repeat ad nauseum)

[Thanks to wefas2@hotmail.com for lyrics]

Come on boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, gotta get her outta there,
Come on boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, mama says it just ain't fair.

One night mama went to fetch us up a sweet potato, fell down the cellar stairs,
Stork dropped in while she was on the floor, so my sister was born down there.
Daddy says this'n will be nothin' but a misery, never will be worth a damn,
But mama just loved her little sweet potato baby, with a face like a parboiled yam.

Come on boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, gotta get her outta there,
Come on boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, mama says it just ain't fair.

Potato grew up to be as pretty as a peach, in her calico and honey yellow curls,
Went to the apple cider ball at the armory with all the other ripe and ready girls.
Sheriff Dan Pike, picked Potato for the polka, but she spurned him with a fiddle de-dee,
And before she could turn around and find another partner, Sheriff took her into custody.

Come on boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, gotta get her outta there,
Come on boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, mama says it just ain't fair.

Mama'n' daddy put together quite a little posse countin' me and Jack and cousin Will,
We all hopped into the old Chevy pickup and we caught ¡®em at the top of the hill,
Daddy took his Remington and shot away the lock, for to set his little darlin' free,
But Potato said, ¡°Daddy, shut the gol-dern door, Sheriff wants to marry me!¡±

Let's go boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, guess we better leave her there,
Let's go boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, mama says it's more than fair,
Let's go boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, guess we better leave her there,
Let's go boys, Potato's in the paddy wagon, mama says it's more than fair,
Mama says it's more than fair
Mama says it's more... than fair!

[Thanks to jrcornish@hotmail.com for lyrics]
[Thanks to stevefah@hotmail.com, blindleader42@yahoo.com for corrections]

Together:
Oh when the veil of dreams has lifted,
And the fairy tales have all been told,
There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow;
More precious than a pot of gold.

Mitch:
In tales of ancient glory,
Every knight and maiden fair shall be joined when the quest is over,
And a kiss is the oath that they swear.

Together:
And when the veil of dreams has lifted,
And the fairy tales have all been told,
There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow;
More precious than a pot of gold.

Mickey:
My sweet, my dear, my darling, you're so far away from me.
Though an ocean of tears divides us,
Let the bridge of our love span the sea.

(instrumental)

Together:
There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow,
More precious than a pot of gold.

[Thanks to theatrebuff@hireorder.com for lyrics]

As I travel down the back roads, of this home I love so much,
Every carpenter and cowboy, every lame many on a crutch..
They're all talking about a feeling, or a taste that's in the air,
They're all talking about this mighty wind, that's blowing everywhere,

Oh a mighty winds a blowin', it's kickin' up the sand,
It's blowin' out a message to every woman, child and man
Yes a mighty winds a blowin', cross the land and cross the sea,
It's blowin' peace and freedom, it's blowin' equality.

(The Folksmen)
From a lighthouse in Barr Harbor, to a bridge called Golden Gate,
From a troller down in Shreveport, to the shore of one great lake,
There's a star on the horizon, and it's burning like a flame,
It's lighting up this mighty wind, that's blowin' everywhere,

Oh a mighty winds a blowin', it's kickin' up the sand,
It's blowin' out a message to every woman, child and man
Yes a mighty winds a blowin', cross the land and cross the sea,
It's blowin' peace and freedom, it's blowin' equality.

(Mitch & Mickey)
When the blind man sees the picture, when the deaf man hears the word,
When the fisherman stops fishing, when the hunter spares the herd,
We'll still hear the wondrous story, of a world where people care,
The story of this mighty wind that blowin' everywhere

Oh a mighty winds a blowin', it's kickin' up the sand,
It's blowin' out a message to every woman, child and man
Yes a mighty winds a blowin', cross the land and cross the sea,
It's blowin' peace and freedom, it's blowin' equality.
Yes it's blowin' peace and freedom, it's blowin' you and me...

[Thanks to jrcornish@hotmail.com for lyrics]

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