Play it fast, drink Guiness, embelish it, take up the banjo and
accompany yourself.

6 5 4 5 -5 6 7 -8 8 -8 -7 7
On the fouth of July, eighteen hundred and six,
-7 -6 6 -6 -5 5 -5 5 -4
we set sail from the sweet port of cork

5 -4 4 5 -5 6 7 -8 8 -8 -7 7
we were sailing away with a cargo of bricks

-7 -6 6 -7 7 -8 -7 6 7
for the grand city hall in New York

6 6 7 7 -8 8
twas a wonderful craft,

-8 -7 7 7 -6 6
she was rigged fore and aft

6 7 7 -8 8 -8 -7 7 -66
and Oh how the wild winds blowed her

-4 4 5 -5 6
She stood several blasts,

7 -8 8 7 -8 -7 7
She had twenty seven masts,

-7 -6 6 -7 7 -8 -7 6 7 7
And they called her the ir is h rover.

Irish love song
Key: G

-5 7 -7 -8 -5 -6 7 -55
As I walked out one eve-ning
-4 4 -56-6* 7 7 7
Down by a riv-er side
-7 -8 7 -8 8 -9 -8 8
While gaz-ing all a-round me
-9-8-8 -77 7-6*-55 -5
An Ir-ish girl I spied
7-7-8 7 -8 8 -9 -9-8 8
A ro-sy red was on her cheeks
-99 -8 -7 7-6* -55 -5
And coal-black was her hair
-56-6* 7 -7 -8 -5 -6 7-6* -55
And cost-ly were the robes of gold
-4 5 -5 6-6* 7 7 7
This Ir-ish girl did wear

S-L-O-W with lots of feeling.

3 -4 4 -4 -4 5 6
May the road, rise, to meet you,
4 4 -4 -4 -4 4 4 -4 5
May the wind, be al-ways, at your back,
5 -5 6 6 6 -5 4 -4 5
May the sun shine, warm, up-on your face,
4 -5 -4
Oo, Oo, Oo,
3 -4 4 4 -4 4 4 6 5
May the rains, fall, soft-ly, on your, fields,
5 5 -5 -5 -5 5 -4
And un-til, we meet a-gain,
6 -5 5 5 5 -4 4
U-n-til, we meet, a-gain,
-4 5 -5 5 -4 4 -3 -5 -5 5
May God, hold you, in the palm, of His hand,
-5 -4 5
Of His hand.

7 7 7 -8 -7
I should tell you now,
-7 -7 7 -6
it’s all I’ve got.
7 7 7 7 7
And please stick a-round.
-8 -7 -7 -7 -7 -7 7 -6
I’ll make you fall in love with me.

-7 7 7 7 -8 -8
And see, I told you so
7 -8 -8 -8 8 7 7 -8 -6 6
It’s no-thing like what you thought would hap-pen.

-7 7 7 7 -8 -8
And now, you’re all a-lone.
7 -8 -8 8 -8
Just keep this in mind,
7 7 7 -8 -6 6
it’s all been so sim-ple.

7 7 7 -8 -7
I should tell you now,
-7 -7 7 -6
it’s all I’ve got.
7 7 7 7 7
And please stick a-round.
-8 -7 -7 -7 -7 -7 7 -6
I’ll make you fall in love with me.

7 7 7 -8 -7
I should tell you now,
-7 -7 7 -6
it’s all I’ve got.
7 7 7 7 7
And please stick a-round.
-8 -7 -7 -7 -7 -7 7 -6
I’ll make you fall in love with me.

Southern American folk song
Key: G
Time: 2/4

3 4 4 4 4 5 4 -3”
6 7 7 7 7 8 7 -6
The oth-er night when I came home

3 4 4 -4 4 5
6 7 7 -8 7 8
As drunk as I could be

6 6 6 6 6 6 6 5 -4 4
9 9 9 9 9 9 9 8 -8 7
I got tan-gled up in the old door mat

4 -4 -4 5 -4 4
7 -8 -8 8 -8 7
Fell flat as I could be

3 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 -3”
6 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 -6
I had me a lit-tle bot-tle of rum

3 3 4 4 4 -4 4 5
6 6 7 7 7 -8 7 8
And I did-n’t have an-y more

6 6 6 6 6 5 -4 4
9 9 9 9 9 8 -8 7
The cap flew off when I went down

4 4 -4 -4 5 -4 4
7 7 -8 -8 8 -8 7
And I spilled it on the floor

Southern American folk song
Key: G
Time: 2/4

-1 3 3 3 3 -4 3 2
The oth-er night when I came home
-1 3 3 -3 3 -4
As drunk as I could be
-5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -4 -3 3
I got tan-gled up in the old door mat
3 -3 -3 -4 -3 3
Fell flat as I could be
-1 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 2
I had me a lit-tle bot-tle of rum
-1 -1 3 3 3 -3 3 -4
And I did-n’t have an-y more
-5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -4 -3 3
The cap flew off when I went down
3 3 -3 -3 -4 -3 3
And I spilled it on the floor

Southern American folk song
Key: G
Time: 2/4
Harp: C

-1 3 3 3 3 -3 3 2
-4 6 6 6 6 -7 6 5
The oth-er night when I came home

-1 3 3 -3” 3 -3
-4 6 6 -6 6 -7
As drunk as I could be

-4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -3 -3” 3
-8 -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 -7 -6 6
I got tan-gled up in the old door mat

3 -3” -3”-3 -3” 3
6 -6 -6 -7 -6 6
Fell flat as I could be

-1 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 2
-4 6 6 6 6 6 6 6 6 5
I had me a lit-tle bot-tle of rum

-1 -1 3 3 3 -3”3 -3
-4 -4 6 6 6 -6 6 -7
And I did-n’t have an-y more

-4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -3 -3” 3
-8 -8 -8 -8 -8 -7 -6 6
The cap flew off when I went down

3 3 -3” -3”-3 -3” 3
6 6 -6 -6 -7 -6 6
And I spilled it on the floor

3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
Arise ye workers from your slumbers
-3″ -4 4 -3 -3″ 3 -2″ 2
Arise ye prisoners of want
3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
For reason in revolt now thunders
4 4 -3 -3 -4 -5 -3 4
And at last ends the age of cant.
5 -4 -3 -3 -3″ -3 4 -3″ -3 3
A—way with all your superstitions
3 3 -3″ -3″ -3″ -4 4 -3
Servile masses arise, arise
-4 -4 -3 3 3 -2″ 3 5 3
We’ll change henceforth the old tradition
-3″ -3 4 -3 -4 -3″ -3″ 3
And spurn the dust to win the prize.

Refrain:
5 -4 4 3 -3″ -3″ -2″
So comrades, come rally
-4 4 -3 -3 -3″ 3 3
And the last fight let us face
3 5 5 -4 3 4 -3 -3 -3″ 3 -3″ -4 -4
The Internationale unites the hu-man race.
5 -4 4 3 -3″ -3″ -2″
So comrades, come rally
-4 4 -3 -3 -3″ 3 5
And the last fight let us face
5 6 6 -5 -4 5 -5 -5 5 5 -4 4 4
The Internationale unites the human race.

3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
No more deluded by reaction
-3″ -4 4 -3 -3″ 3 -2″ 2
On tyrants only we’ll make war
3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
The soldiers too will take strike action
4 4 -3 -3 -4 -5 -3 4
They’ll break ranks and fight no more
5 -4 -3 -3 -3″ -3 4 -3″ -3 3
And if those cannibals keep trying
3 3 -3″ -3″ -3″ -4 4 -3
To sacrifice us to their pride
-4 -4 -3 3 3 -2″ 3 5 3
They soon shall hear the bullets flying
-3″ -3 4 -3 -4 -3″ -3″ 3
We’ll shoot the generals on our own side.

3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
No saviour from on high delivers
-3″ -4 4 -3 -3″ 3 -2″ 2
No faith have we in prince or peer
3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
Our own right hand the chains must shiver
4 4 -3 -3 -4 -5 -3 4
Chains of hatred, greed and fear
5 -4 -3 -3 -3″ -3 4 -3″ -3 3
E’er the thieves will out with their booty
3 3 -3″ -3″ -3″ -4 4 -3
And give to all a happier lot.
-4 -4 -3 3 3 -2″ 3 5 3
Each at the forge must do their duty
-3″ -3 4 -3 -4 -3″ -3″ 3
And we’ll strike while the iron is hot.

3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
Arise ye pris’ners of starvation
-3″ -4 4 -3 -3″ 3 -2″ 2
Arise ye wretched of the earth
3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
For justice thunders condemnation
4 4 -3 -3 -4 -5 -3 4
A better world’s in birth!
5 -4 -3 -3 -3″ -3 4 -3″ -3 3
No more tradition’s chains shall bind us
3 3 -3″ -3″ -3″ -4 4 -3
Arise, ye slaves, no more in thrall;
-4 -4 -3 3 3 -2″ 3 5 3
The earth shall rise on new foundations
-3″ -3 4 -3 -4 -3″ -3″ 3
We have been naught we shall be all.

Refrain:
5 -4 4 3 -3″ -3″ -2″
‘Tis the final conflict
-4 4 -3 -3 -3″ 3 3
Let each stand in his place
3 5 5 -4 3 4 -3 -3 -3″ 3 -3″ -4 -4
The International Union
5 -4 4 3 -3″ -3″ -2″
Shall be the human race.

3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
We want no condescending saviors
-3″ -4 4 -3 -3″ 3 -2″ 2
To rule us from their judgement hall
3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
We workers ask not for their favors
4 4 -3 -3 -4 -5 -3 4
Let us consult for all.
5 -4 -3 -3 -3″ -3 4 -3″ -3 3
To make the theif disgorge his booty
3 3 -3″ -3″ -3″ -4 4 -3
To free the spirit from its cell
-4 -4 -3 3 3 -2″ 3 5 3
We must ourselves decide our duty
We must decide and do it well.

3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
The law oppresses us and tricks us,
-3″ -4 4 -3 -3″ 3 -2″ 2
The wage slave system drains our blood;
3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
The rich are free from obligation,
4 4 -3 -3 -4 -5 -3 4
The laws the poor delude.
5 -4 -3 -3 -3″ -3 4 -3″ -3 3
Too long we’ve languished in subjection,
3 3 -3″ -3″ -3″ -4 4 -3
Equality has other laws;
-4 -4 -3 3 3 -2″ 3 5 3
“No rights”, says she “without their duties,
-3″ -3 4 -3 -4 -3″ -3″ 3
No claims on equals without cause.”

3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
Behold them seated in their glory
-3″ -4 4 -3 -3″ 3 -2″ 2
The kings of mine and rail and soil!
3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
What have you read in all their story,
4 4 -3 -3 -4 -5 -3 4
But how they plundered toil?
5 -4 -3 -3 -3″ -3 4 -3″ -3 3
Fruits of the workers’ toil are buried
3 3 -3″ -3″ -3″ -4 4 -3
In strongholds of the idle few
-4 -4 -3 3 3 -2″ 3 5 3
In working for their restitution
-3″ -3 4 -3 -4 -3″ -3″ 3
The men will only claim their due.

3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
We toilers from all fields united
-3″ -4 4 -3 -3″ 3 -2″ 2
Join hand in hand with all who work;
3 4 -3 -4 4 3 2 -3″ -2″
The earth belongs to us, the workers,
4 4 -3 -3 -4 -5 -3 4
No room here for the shirk.
5 -4 -3 -3 -3″ -3 4 -3″ -3 3
How many on our flesh have fattened!
3 3 -3″ -3″ -3″ -4 4 -3
But if the norsome birds of prey
-4 -4 -3 3 3 -2″ 3 5 3
Shall vanish from the sky some morning
-3″ -3 4 -3 -4 -3″ -3″ 3
The blessed sunlight then will stay.

5 6 5 -5 6 -5 5 6
To dream … the impossible dream …

6 -6 -5 6 -6 6 -5 -6
To fight … the unbeatable foe …

-6 -7 5 -5 6 -6 -7 7 -5
To bear … with unbearable sorrow …

6 -6 -4 5 -5 6 -6 -7
To run … where the brave dare not go …

5 6 5 -5 6 -5 5 6
To right … the unrightable wrong …

6 -6 -5 6 -6 6 -5 -6
To love … pure and chaste from afar …

-6 -7 5 -5 6 -6 -7 7-5
To try … when your arms are too weary …

6 -6 -5 6 -6 -7 7 -8
To reach … the unreachable star …

7 -8 7 8 7 7-8 7 8
This is my quest, to follow that star …

7 7-8 7 8-7 7 -8 7 -7 -8
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far …

-6 7 -7 -6 7 -6-7 7-7 -6 7
To fight for the right, without question or pause …

7 -8 8 -8 7 8 -8 7 8 7 -8 8 -9 8 -8
To be willing to march into Hell, for a Heavenly cause …

-8 8 -9 8 -8 -98 -8 -9 8 -9 8 -8 7 -7
And I know if I’ll only be true, to this glorious quest,

-7 7 -8 7 -7 -8 7 -7 -7 -8
That my heart will be peaceful and calm,

7 -8 7 -7 -6 -6
when I’m laid to my rest …

5 -5 6 5 -5 6 -5 5 6
And the world will be better for this:

-5 6 -6 -5 6 -6 6 -5 -6
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,

-6 -7 5 -5 6 -6 -7 7 -5
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,

7 8 7 -8 8 -8 7 (78)
To reach … the unreachable star …

M: Mitch Leigh
W: Joe Darion
From: Man Of La Mancha
Key: Bb

-1 -2 -1 -1* -2 -1* -1 -2
To dream … the im-pos-si-ble dream …
-2 3 -1* -2 3 -2 -1* 3
To fight … the un-beat-a-ble foe …
3 -3 -1 -1* -2 3 -3 -3* -1*
To bear … with un-bear-a-ble sor-row …
-2 3 1 -1 -1* -2 3 -3
To run … where the brave dare not go …
-1 -2 -1 -1* -2 -1* -1 -2
To right … the un-right-a-ble wrong …
-2 3 -1* -2 3 -2 -1* 3
To love … pure and chaste from a-far …
3 -3 -1 -1* -2 3 -3 -3*-1*
To try … when your arms are too wea-ry …
-2 3 -1* -2 3 -3 -3* 4
To reach … the un-reach-a-ble star …

-3* 4 -3* -5 -3* -3* 4 -3* -5
This is my quest, to fol-low that star …
-3* 4 -3* -3 -5 -3 -3* 4 -3* -3 4
No mat-ter how hope-less, no mat-ter how far …
3 -3* -3 3 -3*
To fight for the right,
3 -3 -3* -3 3 -3*
With-out ques-tion or pause …
-3* 4 -5 4 -3* -5 4 -3* -5
To be will-ing to march in-to Hell,
-3* 4 -5 -5* -5 5
for a Heav-en-ly cause …

5 -5 -5* -5 5 -5* -5 5 -5*
And I know if I’ll on-ly be true,
-5 -5* -5 4 -3* -3
to this glo-ri-ous quest,
-3 -3* 4 -3* -3 4 -3* -3 4
That my heart will lie peace-ful and calm,
-3* 4 -3* -3 3 -2*
when I’m laid to my rest …
-1 -1* -2 -1 -1* -2 -1* -1 -2
And the world will be bet-ter for this:
-1* -2 3 -1* -2 3 -2 -1* 3
That one man, scorned and cov-ered with scars,
-2 -3 -1 -1* -2 3 -3 -3* -1*
Still strove, with his last ounce of cour-age,
-3* -5 -3* 4 -5 4 -3* -3*(-7*)
To reach … the un-reach-a-ble star …

(-7*) makes a nice ending

8 8 9 9 7 7 8
I re-mem-ber years a-go,
7 7 8 8 6 6 -8
some-one told me I should take,
-8 -8 -9 -9 -7 -7 -8
cau-tion when it comes to love.
-8 7
I did.
-8 7
I did.

-8 8 8 8 -9 -9 7 7 8
And you were str-ong and I was not.
7 7 8 8 6 6 -8
My i-llu-sion, my mist-ake.
-8 -8 -9 -9 -7 -7 -8
I was care-less, I for-got.
-8 7
I did.

-6 -6 -6 -7 7 7
And now when all is done,
7 7 -7 -6 -7 -7
there is no-thing to say.
7 -8 -8 -8 -8 7 -7 7 -6
You have gone and so ef-fort-less-ly,
-7 7 7
you have won.
7 7 -7 -6 -7
You can go a-head,
-7 -6
tell them.

-8 8 -6 7 7 7
Tell them all I know now.
-8 8 -6 -7 7 7
Shout it from the roof tops.
-8 8 6 7 -7 -7
Write it on the sky line.
-8 8 -6 7 7 7
All we had is gone now.

-8 8 -6 -7 7 7
Tell them I was hap-py.
-8 8 6 7 -7 -7
And my heart is bro-ken
-8 8 -6 -7 7 7
All my scars are o-pen.
-8 8 -6 -7 7 7 7
Tell them what I hoped would be
-6 7 8 8 -8 7 6 -6
im-po-ssi-b——–le.
-6 7 8 8 -8 7 6 -6
Im-po-ssi-b——–le.
-6 7 8 8 -8 7 6 -6
Im-po-ssi-b——–le.
-6 7 8 8 -8 7 6 -6
Im-po-ssi-b——–le.

3 5 5 -4 4

We’re not the same, dear

-2” 4 4 3 5

As we used to be

3 -6 6 5 5

The seasons have changed

-1 4 5 -4

And so have we

3 3 -4 5 5 -4 -4

There was little we could say

-3” 4 4 4 4 2 -2

Even less that we could do

-2 -2 -2 -6 6 6 5 -4 4

To stop the ice from getting thinner

1 4 4 -3” 3 -4 4

Under m-e-e and you

3 5 5 5 -4

We buried our love

1 4 4 4 -3″ 5

In a wintery grave

3 -6 6 5 5

A lump in the snow

4 4 -1 5 -4

Was all that remained

3 3 5 5 -4 -4

But we stayed by its side

-1 4 4 4 3 3

As the days turned to weeks

3 3 -6 6 6 5 -4 4

And the ice kept getting thinner

-1 4 4 4 -3” 3 1 -4 4

With every wo-r-d that we’d speak

1 4 4 4 3 3

And when the spring arrived

-1 1 4 4 4 1 -4’

We were taken by surprise

4 5 -5 5 -4 -4 -3’ -3” 3

When the floes under our fe-e-t

3 5 -4 4 4 -2”

Bled in-t-o the sea

-2 -2 -2 -5

Nothing was left

-1 -3 -3 4

For you and me

3 5 5 -4 4

We’re not the same, dear

2 4 4 3 5

And it seems to me

3 -6 6 6 5 5

There’s nowhere we can go

1 4 4 4 5 -4

With nothing underneath

3 3 -4 5 5 -4 -4

And it saddens me to say

-1 4 4 4 3 3

What we both knew was true

3 3 -6 6 6 5 -4 4

That the ice was getting thinner

1 4 4 -3” 3 -4 4

Under me-e-e and you

3 -6 6 6 5 -4 4

The ice was getting thinner

1 4 4 -3” 3 -4 4

Under me-e-e and you

By Van McCoy
Key: F

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REPEAT AND END WITH
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W: Samuel Woodworth
19th C. American folk song
Key: D
Time: 2/4

6 5 4 4 4 3 4 4
9 8 7 7 7 6 7 7
Ye gen-tle men and la-dies fair

5 -4 4 -3 4 -4 -5
8 -8 7 -7 7 -8 -9
Who grace this fa-mous cit-y

6 5 4 4 4 3 4 4
9 8 7 7 7 6 7 7
Just lis-ten if you’ve time to spare

5 -4 4 -3 4 -4 -5
8 -8 7 -7 7 -8 -9
While I re-hearse a dit-ty

-5 5 6 6 6 6 6 6
-9 8 9 9 9 9 9 9
And for the op-por-tu-ni-ty

6 -6 6 -5 5 -4 -5
9 -10 9 -9 8 -8 -9
Con-ceive your-self quite luck-y

-5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5
-9 -9 -9 -9 -9 -9 -9 -9
For ‘tis not of-ten that you see

-6 6 -5 5 -4 4 5
-10 9 -9 8 -8 7 8
A hunt-er from Ken-tuck-y

4 4 -3” 3
7 7 -6 6
Oh, Ken-tuck-y,

3 -3” -3 4 -3” 3 4
6 -6 -7 7 -6 6 7
The hunt-ers of Ken-tuck-y

4 4 -3” 3
7 7 -6 6
Oh, Ken-tuck-y,

3 -3” -3 4 -3” 3 4
6 -6 -7 7 -6 6 7
The hunt-ers of Ken-tuck-y

W: Samuel Woodworth
19th C. American folk song
Key: D
Time: 2/4

-7 -6* -5 -5 -5 -3 -5 -5
Ye gen-tle men and la-dies fair
-6* 6 -5 5* -5 6 7
Who grace this fa-mous cit-y
=7 -6* -5 -5 -5 -3 -5 -5
Just lis-ten if you’ve time to spare
-6* 6 -5 5* -5 6 7
While I re-hearse a dit-ty
7 -6* -7 -7 -7 -7 -7 -7
And for the op-por-tu-ni-ty
-7 -8 -7 7 -6* 6 7
Con-ceive your-self quite luck-y
7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7
For ‘tis not of-ten that you see
-8 -7 7 -6* 6 -5 -6*
A hunt-er from Ken-tuck-y
-5 -5 -4 -3
Oh, Ken-tuck-y,
-3 -4 5* -5 -4 -3 -5
The hunt-ers of Ken-tuck-y
-5 -5 -4 -3
Oh, Ken-tuck-y,
-3 -4 5* -5 -4 -3 -5
The hunt-ers of Ken-tuck-y

W: Roy Alfred
M: Andy Gibson
Key: Eb
Chubby Checker, Frank Sinatra

-3* 4 -3* 3* 3 -5*
Here’s a dance you should know
4 4 -3* 3* 3 -5*
When the lights are down low
-5 5 -3* 3* 3 -5*
Grab your ba-by then go

-3*-3* -3* -3 -3* -3* -3* -3* -3 -3*
Do the huck-le-buck, do the huck-le-buck
-3*-3* 4 -3 -3* -3* 4 -3
If you don’t know how to do it,
-3* -3* 4 -3 -3*
boy you’re out of luck
-3* -3* 4 -3 -3*
Push your part-ner out
-3* -3* 4 -3 -3*
then you hunch your back
-3* -3* 4 -3 -3* -3*
Start a lit-tle move-ment
4 -3 -3* -3* 4 -3-3*
in your sac-ro-il-i-ac
-3* -3* 4 -3 -3* -3* -3* 4 -3 -3*
Wig-gle like a snake, wad-dle like a duck
-3* -3* 4 -3 -3* -3*
That’s the way you do it
4 -3 -3* -3* 4 -3 -3*
when you do the huck-le-buck

W: Roy Alfred
M: Andy Gibson
Key: Eb
Chubby Checker, Frank Sinatra
Harps: Eb, Bb
Harp: Eb

3 -3” 3 -2” 2 4
6 -6 6 -5 5 7
Here’s a dance you should know

-3” -3” 3 -2” 2 4
-6 -6 6 -5 5 7
When the lights are down low

-3 -3” 3 -2” 2 4
-7 -6 6 -5 5 7
Grab your ba-by then go

Harp:Bb

4 4 4 -3 4 4 4 4 -3 4
7 7 7 -7 7 7 7 7 -7 7
Do the huck-le-buck, do the huck-le-buck

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If you don’t know how to do it,
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boy you’re out of luck

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Push your part-ner out

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then you hunch your back

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Start a lit-tle move-ment

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in your sac-ro-il-i-ac

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Wig-gle like a snake, wad-dle like a duck

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That’s the way you do it

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when you do the huck-le-buck

By: Roy Alfred & Andy Gibson
Chubby Checker, Frank Sinatra
Key: C

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Here’s a dance you should know
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When the lights are down low
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Grab your ba-by, then go
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Do the Huck-le-buck Do the Huck-le-buck
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If you don’t know how to do it
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Boy, you’re out of luck

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Push your part-ner out
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Then you hunch your back
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Start a lit-tle move-ment
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in your sac-ro-il-i-ac
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Wig-gle like a snake
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Wad-dle like a duck
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That’s the way you do it
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when you do the Huck-le-buck

REPEAT

American folk song
Key: G
TIME: 3/4

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One day I was walk-ing

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I heard a com-plain-ing

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And saw an old wom-an the pic-ture of gloom

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She gazed at the mud on her door-step

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2 2 -1
(twas’ rain-ing)

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And this was her song as she wield-ed her broom

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Oh, life is a toil and love is a trou-ble

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Beau-ty will fade and rich-es will flee

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Pleas-ures they dwin-dle

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And pric-es they dou-ble

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And noth-ing is as I would wish it to be

American folk song
Key: G
TIME: 3/4

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One day I was walk-ing
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I heard a com-plain-ing
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And saw an old wom-an the pic-ture of gloom
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She gazed at the mud on her door-step
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(twas’ rain-ing)
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And this was her song as she wield-ed her broom
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Oh, life is a toil and love is a trou-ble
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Beau-ty will fade and rich-es will flee
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Pleas-ures they dwin-dle
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And pric-es they dou-ble
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And noth-ing is as I would wish it to be

American folk song
Key: G
TIME: 3/4
Harp: D

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4 -5 -5 -5 -5 6
7 -9 -9 -9 -9 9
One day I was walk-ing

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I heard a com-plain-ing

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And saw an old wom-an the pic-ture of gloom

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She gazed at the mud on her door-step

-1 -1 1
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(twas’ rain-ing)

1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 -1 2 -2”
4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 -4 5 -5
7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 -8 8 -9
And this was her song as she wield-ed her broom

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-5 -6 -6 -6 -66 -5 6 6 6 6 5
-9 -10 -10-10-109-9 9 9 9 9 8
Oh, life is a toil and love is a trou-ble

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Beau-ty will fade and rich-es will flee

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Pleas-ures they dwin-dle

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And pric-es they dou-ble

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And noth-ing is as I would wish it to be

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I know they say you can’t go home a-gain

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I just had to come back one last time

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Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Ad-am

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But these hand-prints on the front steps are mine

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Up those stairs in that lit-tle back bed-room

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Is where I did my home-work and I learned to play gui-tar

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And I bet you did-n’t know un-der that live oak

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My fav-‘rite dog is bur-ied in the yard

[Verse]

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[I thought if I could touch this place or feel it

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This bro-ken-ness in-side me might start heal-in’

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Ou-t here it’s like I’m some-one else

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I thought that may-be I could find my-self]

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If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave

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Won’t take noth-in’ but a mem-or-y

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From the house that bu-ilt me

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Ma-ma cut out pic-tures of hous-es for years

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From Bet-ter Homes and Gard-en mag-a-zine

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Plans were drawn and con-cr-ete poured

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Nail by nail and board by board

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Dad-dy gave life to ma-ma’s dream

Repeat Verse

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If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave

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Won’t take noth-in’ but a mem-or-y

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From the house that bu-ilt me

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You leave home you move on and you do the best you can

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I got lost in this old world and for-got who I am

Repeat Verse

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If I could walk a-round I swear I’ll leave

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Won’t take noth-in’ but a mem-or-y

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From the house that built me

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There is a house in New Orleans,
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they call the rising sun.
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It’s been the ruin of many a poor girl
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and me, oh Lord, was one.

If I had listened what Mamma said,
I’d been at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
Let a rambler lead me astray.

Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
To shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.

My mother she’s a tailor;
She sold those new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he’s a drunkard, Lord,
Drinks down in New Orleans.

The only thing a drunkard needs,
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time he’s satisfied,
Is when he’s on a drunk.

Fills his glasses to the brim,
Passes them around.
Only pleasure he gets out of life,
Is hoboin’ from town to town.

One foot is on the platform,
And the other one on the train.
I’m going back to New Orleans,
To wear that ball and chain.

Going back to New Orleans,
My race is almost run.
Going back to spend the rest of my life,
Beneath that Rising Sun.

Trad. folk song
Key: D
Harps: G, D

Harp: G

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-7 -6 6 6 -7 -8 -8 -7 6
There is a house in New Or-leans

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They call the ris-ing sun

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It’s been the ru-in of man-y a poor soul

Harp: D

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And me, oh God, I’m one

By Alan Price
The Animals, Wardance
Key: Am
12/8 time

() mean 1/16 notes
all others in the intro 1/8 notes

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There is a house in New Or-leans
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They call the Ris-ing Sun
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And it’s been the ru-in of man-y a poor boy
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And me, oh God, I’m one

The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s all a drunk

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans

One foot on the platform
The other on the train
I’m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it’s been the ruin for many poor boys
And me, oh God, I’m one

I’m going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I’m going back to end my life
In the house of the rising sun

The house of the rising sun

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There is a place in New Or-leans

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They call the Ris-ing Sun.

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And it’s been the ru-in of man-y poor man;

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My fa-ther, oh, Lord, was one.

An other Version

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There is a house in New Orleans,
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They call the Rising Sun.
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And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy,
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And God, I know I’m one.

Trad. English

Miss Katherine Pettit
Key: Eb

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“Well met, well met,” my own true love,
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“Well met, my love,” cried he.
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“I’ve just come back

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from the salt, salt sea,
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And all for the love of thee.”

Trad. English

Miss Katherine Pettit
Key: Eb

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“Well met, well met,” my own true love,
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“Well met, my love,” cried he.
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“I’ve just come back

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from the salt, salt sea,
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And all for the love of thee.”

Trad. English
Key: E, Tabbed on an A harp

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“Well met, well met,” my own true love,
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“Well met, well met,” cried he.
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“I’ve just re-turned from the salt, salt sea,
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And it’s all for the sake of thee.”

“Come in, come in, my own true love,
And have a sit with me.
It’s been three-fourths of a long, long year
Since together we have been.”

“I can’t come in and I can’t sit down,
For I have but a moment’s time.
They say you’re married to a house carpenter,
And your heart will never be mine.”

“I could have married the king’s daughter fair,
And she would have married me.
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold,
And it’s all for the love of thee.”

“Now will you forsake your house carpenter
And go along with me?
I’ll take you where the grass grows green
On the banks of Iteree.”

She pick’d up her little babe
And kisses gave it three.
Saying, “Stay right here, my darling little babe,
And keep your papa company.”

They had not been on the ship two weeks,
I’m sure it was not three,
‘Til his true love began to weep and mourn,
And she wept most bitterly.

“Are you weeping for my silver and my gold?
Are you weeping for my store?
Or are you weeping for that house carpenter,
Whose face you’ll never see any more?”

“A curse, a curse,” to the sailor she cried,
“A curse, a curse,” she swore.
“You’ve robbed me of my sweet little babe,
That I never shall see no more.”

They had not been on board three weeks,
I’m sure it was not four,
Until there came a leak in the ship,
And it sunk for to rise no more.