National treasure - Weather The Storm

Go to content

Main menu:

National treasure

Lyrics
Stagolee (Mississippi John Hurt)
Stagolee was a bad man,
Ev'rybody knows.
Spent one hundred dollars
Just to buy him a suit of clothes.

He was a bad man
That mean old Stagolee

It was on a hustle in B joint
On a Mississippi run
Stagolee shot Billy de Lyons
With a smokin' 41

He was a bad man
That mean old Stagolee.

Stagolee shot Billy de Lyons
What do you think about that?
Shot him down in cold blood
Because he stole his Stetson hat;

He was a bad man
That mean old Stagolee

Billy de Lyons said, "Stagolee
Please don't take my life
I've got two little babes
And a darling, loving wife"

You are a bad man
You mean old Stagolee.

What do I care about your two little babes,
Your darling loving wife?,
You done stole my Stetson hat
I'm bound to take your life;

He was a bad man,
That mean old Stagolee.

The judge said, Mister Stagolee,
What you doing in here?,
You done shot Mr. Billy de Lyons,
You going to die in the electric chair;

He was a bad man
That mean old Stagolee.

Judge said "Mister Satgolee,
Mister Stagolee.
I'm gonna hang your body up
Gonna set your spirit free".

You are a bad man
And your name is Stagolee.

Twelve o'clock they killed him
Head reached up high
**Last thing that poor boy said,
"
My six-shooter never lied."**
(**Oh it was so glad to see him die - By Ralph Mctell)

He was a bad man,
That mean old Stagolee.

They said that he was a bad man,
Everybody knows
That he spent a hundred dollars
On just one suit of clothes.

He was a bad man
And his name was Stagolee.

Hard Times (Stephen Foster arr. McTell)
Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor
There's a song that will linger for ever in our fears
Oh Hard times come again no more.
Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times come again no more.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music bright and gay
There are frail forms fainting at the door
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh hard times come again no more.
Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times come again no more.

VERSE NOT USED BY RALPH
There's a pale drooping maiden, who toils her life away,
With a worn heart whose better days are o're.
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day
Oh hard times come again no more.

Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore
Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh hard times come again no more.
Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times come again no more.
Oh hard times come again no more.

Hard Traveling (Woody Guthrie)
I been doin' some hard travelin',
I thought you knowed.
I been doin' some hard ramblin',
Way down the road.
I been doin' some hard ramblin',
Hard drinkin', hard gamblin',
I been doin' some hard travelin', Lord.
I been doin' some hard rock minin',
I thought you knowed;
I been a-leanin' on a pressure drill,
Way down the road.
Hammer flyin', air hose suckin',
Six feet of mud, I sure been a-muckin',
I been doin'some travelin', Lord.
I been a-laying in a hard rock jail
I thought you knowed;
I been a-layin' out 90 days,
Way down the road.
Well a mean old judge he said to me
It's 90 days for vagrancy
And I been doin'some travelin', Lord.
I been ridin' them fast passengers,
I thought you knowed;
I bin hittin' them flat wheelers,
Way down the road.
I bin riding them blind passengers
Dead enders, pickin' up cinders,
And I been doin'some travelin', Lord.
I been doin' some hard harvestin',
I thought you knowed;
North Dakota to Kansas Ciity
Way down the road;
Cuttin' that wheat and stackin' that hay,
Tryin' to make about a dollar a day,
I been doin' some hard harvestin', Lord.
I been a-walkin' that Lincoln Highway,
I thought you knowed;
I been a-hittin' that sixty-six,
Way down the road;
Got a heavy load and a worried mind,
Lookin' for a woman that's hard to find,
I been a-havin' some hard travelin', Lord.

If I had possession over judgement day (Robert Johnson Arr. Ralph McTell)
If I had possession over judgement day,
If I had possession over judgement day.
Lord the little woman I'm lovin' wouldn't have no right to pray.

And I went to the mountain lookin' far as my eyes could see.
And I went to the mountain lookin' far as my eyes could see.
Some other man got my woman and the - a lonesome blues got me.

And I rolled an' I tumbled and I cried the whole night long.
And I rolled an' I tumbled and I cried the whole night long.
Boy, I woke up this mornin' and my biscuit roller gone.

Had to fold my arms and I slowly walked away.
Spoken (I didn't like the way she done -RJ)
Had to fold my arms and I slowly walked away.
I said in my mind, "Yo' trouble gonna come some day."

Now run here baby, set down on my knee.
Now run here baby, set down on my knee.
I wanna' tell you all about the way they treated me.

I'm satisfied (Mississippi John Hurt Arr. Ralph Mctell)
I'm satisfied, tickled too,
I'm old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied,
This'll bring you back.

I'm satisfied, tickled too,
I'm old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied,
This'll bring you back.

I'm satisfied
I'm tickled too
And I'm old enough
To marry you.

I'm satisfied, tickled too,
Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied,
This'll bring you back.

I'm satisfied
I'm satisfied

Additional verses used by Mississippi John Hurt.

Lost in the country, ran into town,
I'm a total lost shaker,
From a neighborhood town
I'm satisfied.
It's gonna bring you back.

I'm satisfied, tickled too,
Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied.
It's gonna bring you back.

I pulled my dress to my knees,
I give my total load to who I please
I'm satisfied.
It's gonna bring you back.

I'm satisfied, tickled too,
Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied.
It's gonna bring you back.

National Seven (live) (Alan Tunbridge Arr. Ralph McTell)
National Seven is a long and a dusty road,
But it ain't as long as a sigh.
I forget about that girl,as I
Try and catch the driver's eye.

National Seven keeps you hanging around
And sometimes you're waiting there all day.
But very soon there are people who are gonna pay
Me very well in St Tropez.

National Seven is a long and a dusty road,
But it ain't as long as a sigh.
I forget about that girl,as I
Try and catch the driver's eye.

Pretty boy floyd (Woody Guthrie Arr. Ralph Mctell)
If you gather round me people, a story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw; Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in a wagon, and into town they rode

Now a deputy sheriff approached him in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language, and his wife she overheard
Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain and the deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down

Now he took to the hills and timber to live a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
He took to the trees and timber on the Canadian River shore
And Pretty Boy found a welcome at every farmer's door

Now there's many a starving farmer, that same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little home
I'll just tell you of a stranger that come to beg a meal
And underneath the napkin left a thousand dollar bill

'Twas in Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas day
There come a whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say,
"You say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief
Well here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief"

Well it's through this world I've rambled I've seen lots of funny men
Some'll rob you with a six-gun and some with a fountain pen
Well it's through this world you ramble, it's through this world you roam
You won't ever see an outlaw drive a family from their home.
Drive a family from their home.

Back to content | Back to main menu