OLD BUCKS COUNTY
By: Richard Wolfe
Key: C

2 2 2 2 2 2 -1 1*
There’s an inn in old Bucks Coun-ty
-1 -1 -1 -1 -1
Bucks Coun-ty, P A
-1 1* -1 1* -1 1*
In the sleep-y lit-tle
-1 1* -1 2 -1* -1
vil-lage of Lum-ber-ville
1 -1 2 3 1 -1 2 3
sits the Black Bass, it’s the Black Bass
4 4 4 -3 3
Can-dle light din-ner
-3 3 4 -4 4 -3 3
by the Del-a-ware Riv-er
-2 2 -2 -2* 3 -3
at a ta-ble for two
-5 -5 -4 -3 -4 -3 -5 -5 -4
la-ter on be-side the Pew-ter Bar
3 3 3 3 3 -3 -3 -3
sing-in’ a-long our fav-‘rite songs
-3 -3* -3* -3* -4
the old and the new
3 2 2 2 2 2 2 -1 1*
so come a-long to old Bucks Coun-ty
-1 -1 2 -1 -3
get mov-in’ to-day
4 4 4 4 4 4 -4 -3
to that inn in old Bucks Coun-ty
4 -3 3 -3 4 4 -4 -3
Buck’s Coun-ty, P A A O K
4 -3 3 -3 4
Buck’s Coun-ty, P A

OLD BLUE hi-lo
19th C, Southern American folk song
Key: G

3 3 4 5 5 5 -5 5 -4
6 6 7 8 8 8 -9 8 -8
I raised a dog and his name was Blue

-4 -4 3 3 -3 -4 -4
-8 -8 6 6 -7 -8 -8
And I bet-cha five dol-lars

-5 -5 5 -4 4
-9 -9 8 -8 7
He’s a good one too

5 6 -4 -5 5 -4 4
8 9 -8 -9 8 -8 7
Come on Blue you good dog you

6 6 -4 -5 5 -4 4
9 9 -8 -9 8 -8 7
Come on Blue you good dog you

OLD BLUE chrom
19th C, Southern American folk song
Key: G

-1 -1 3 -4 -4 -4 4 -4 -3
I raised a dog and his name was Blue
-3 -3 -1 -1 -2* -3 -3
And I bet-cha five dol-lars
4 4 -4 -3 3
He’s a good one too
-4 -5 -3 4 -4 -3 3
Come on Blue you good dog you
-5 -5 -3 4 -4 -3 3
Come on Blue you good dog you

OLD BLACK JOE chrom
By: Stephen C. Foster 1860
Key: D

-1 -2* 3 -3
Gone are the days
-3 -3 -4 -5 4* -4 -3
when my heart was young and gay,
-1 -2* 3 -3
Gone are my friends
-3 -3 -4 -3 3 -2* 2
from the cot-ton fields a-way.
-1 -2* 3 -3
Gone from the earth
-3 -3 -4 -5 4* -4 -3
to a bet-ter land I know,
-5 5* -5 6 5* -5 -4 -3 -4
I hear their gen-tle voic-es call-ing
-2* 2 -1
Old Black Joe
-3 -2* -3 -3 -2* -3
I’m com-ing, I’m com-ing
-3 -3 -4 -5 4* -4 -3
for my head is bend-ing low:
-5 5* -5 6 5* -5 -4 -3 -4
I hear those gen-tle voic-es call-ing,
-2* 2 -1
Old Black Joe.

4 5 -5 6
Gone are the days

6 6 -6 7 -7 -6 6
when my heart was young and gay,

4 5 -5 6
Gone are my friends

6 6 -6 6 -5 5 -4
from the cot-ton fields a-way.

4 5 -5 6
Gone from the earth

6 6 -6 7 -7 -6 6
to a bet-ter land I know,

7 -7 7 -8 -7 7 -6 6 -6
I hear their gen-tle voic-es call-ing

5 -4 4
Old Black Joe

6 5 6 6 5 6
I’m com-ing, I’m com-ing

6 6 -6 7 -7 -6 6
for my head is bend-ing low:

7 -7 7 -8 -7 7 -6 6 -6
I hear those gen-tle voic-es call-ing,

5 -4 4
Old Black Joe.

verse 2
Who do I weep when my heart should feel no pain,
Who do I sigh that my friends come not again,
Grieving for forms now departed long ago?
I hear their gentle voices calling
Old Black Joe.

verse 3
Where are the hearts once so happy and so free,
The children so dear that I held upon my knee?
Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go.
I hear their gentle voices calling, Old Black Joe.

OLD BETTY LARKIN diatonic 1st pos.
Appalachian Dulcimer Song
Key: Eb (Cm)

-3”-3” -3” 5 5 5 -4 5 5 -3 -4
-6 -6 -6 8 8 8 -8 8 8 -7 -8
Hop a-round, skip a-round Old Bet-ty Lar-kin,

-4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -3” -3” -3”-3 -4
-8 -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 -6 -6 -6 -7 -8
Hop a-round, skip a-round Old Bet-ty Lar-kin,

5 5 5 -6 -6 -6 -5 -5 -6 5 -4
8 8 8 -10 -10 -10 -9 -9 -10 8 -8
Hop a-round, skip a-round Old Bet-ty Lar-kin,

-5 -5 5 -4 -3 -3
-9 -9 8 -8 -7 -7
Al-so my dear dar-lin.

Song: OLD BETTY LARKIN chromatic
Appalachian Dulcimer Song
Key: Eb (Cm)

1 1 1 3 3 3 -2 3 3 -1 -2
Hop a-round, skip a-round Old Bet-ty Lar-kin,
-2 -2 -2 -2 -2 -2 1 1 1 -1 -2
Hop a-round, skip a-round Old Bet-ty Lar-kin,
3 3 3 4 4 4 -3* -3* 4 3 -2
Hop a-round, skip a-round Old Bet-ty Lar-kin,
-3*-3* 3 -2 -1 -1
Al-so my dear dar-lin.

OLD BETTY LARKIN (12th pos)
Appalachian Dulcimer Song
Key: Eb (Cm)

Tabbed on a Bb diatonic 12th pos

-1 -1 -1 -3” -3” -3” 3 -3” -3” 2 3
-4 -4 -4 -6 -6 -6 6 -6 -6 5 6
Hop a-round, skip a-round Old Bet-ty Lar-kin,

3 3 3 3 3 3 -1 -1 -1 2 3
6 6 6 6 6 6 -4 -4 -4 5 6
Hop a-round, skip a-round Old Bet-ty Lar-kin,

-3”-3” -3” -4 -4 -4 -3 -3 -4 -3” 3
-6 -6 -6 -8 -8 -8 -7 -7 -8 -6 6
Hop a-round, skip a-round Old Bet-ty Lar-kin,

-3 -3 -3” 3 2 2
-7 -7 -6 6 5 5
Al-so my dear dar-lin.

OLD BETTY LARKIN (11th pos)
Appalachian Dulcimer Song
Key: Eb (Cm)

Tabbed for a F diatonic 11th pos.

3 3 3 -4 -4 -4 4 -4 -4 -3 4
6 6 6 -8 -8 -8 7 -8 -8 -6 7
Hop a-round, skip a-round Old Bet-ty Lar-kin,

4 4 4 4 4 4 3 3 3 -3” 4
7 7 7 7 7 7 6 6 6 -6 7
Hop a-round, skip a-round Old Bet-ty Lar-kin,

-4 -4 -4 6 6 6 -5 -5 6 -4 4
-8 -8 -8 9 9 9 -9 -9 9 -8 7
Hop a-round, skip a-round Old Bet-ty Lar-kin,

-5 -5 -4 4 -3” -3”
-9 -9 -8 7 -6 -6
Al-so my dear dar-lin.

-6 8 8 -8 7 -7 -6 6 -6 -7 7 -6 -7 6 -6 -6 -6

-6 7 -7 6 -6 7 -8 -6 7 -7 9 8 -8 7

9 9 8 7 -8 7 -8 8 -8 7 -6 6

-8 7 -6 -10 9 8 -8 7 8 -8 7 -6 6 -6

-6 8 8 -8 7 -7 -6 6 -6 -7 7 -6 -7 6 -6 -6 -6

-6 7 -7 6 -6 7 -8 -6 7 -7 6 -6 -6 -6

OLD BANGUM hi-lo
Trad. folk
Ella Wilson
Key: Fm

2 -3” -3” 5 4 -4 -3 3
5…-6 -6 8 7 -8 -7 6
Old Bang-um, he did hunt and ride

-3” -3” 4 -3” -4 -4 -3 5 2
-6 -6 7 -6 -8 -8 -7 8 5
Cai-ro kim-bo dil-lie-down-day-o

2 -3” -3” 5 4 -4 -3 3
5 -6 -6 8 7 -8 -7 6
Old Bang-um, he did hunt and ride

-3” -3” 4 -4 5 -4 5
-6 -6 7 -8 8 -8 8
Cai-ro kim-bo dil-lie

5 -6 5 5 -4 4 -3 -3”
8 -10 8 8 -8 7 -7 -6
Old Bang-um, he did hunt and ride

-4 5 -4 4 -3 3 3
-8 8 -8 7 -7 6 6
Sword and pis-tol by his side

-3” -3” 4 -3” -4 -4 -3 5
-6 -6 7 -6 -8 -8 -7 8
Cai-ro kim-bo dil-lie-down-day

-6 5 -4 4 -3 -3”-3”
-10 8 -8 7 -7 -6 -6…
Cai-ro dil-lie-down-day-o

Similarly:

There is a wild boar in these woods
And he eats men’s bones
and he drinks their blood

Old Bangum, he drew his wooden knife
He swore he’d take that wild boar’s life

Old Bangum, he went to the old boar’s den
And he saw the bones of a thousand men

That boar came out in such a dash
He cut his way through oak and ash

They fought four hours in that day
Old bangum took the old boar’s life away

Old Bangum, did you win or lose?
He swore by God he’d won his shoes

OLD BANGUM chrom
Trad. folk
Ella Wilson
Key: Fm

1…-2 -2 4 3* -3* 3 -1*
Old Bang-um, he did hunt and ride
-2 -2 3* -2 -3* -3* 3 4 1
Cai-ro kim-bo dil-lie-down-day-o
1 -2 -2 4 3* -3* 3 -1*
Old Bang-um, he did hunt and ride
-2 -2 3* -3* 4 -3* 4
Cai-ro kim-bo dil-lie
4…-6 4 4 -3* 3* 3 -2
Old Bang-um, he did hunt and ride
-3* 4 -3* 3* 3 -1* -1*
Sword and pis-tol by his side
-2 -2 3* -2 -3* -3* 3 4
Cai-ro kim-bo dil-lie-down-day
-6 4 -3* 3* 3 -2 -2…
Cai-ro dil-lie-down-day-o

Similarly:

There is a wild boar in these woods
And he eats men’s bones
and he drinks their blood

Old Bangum, he drew his wooden knife
He swore he’d take that wild boar’s life

Old Bangum, he went to the old boar’s den
And he saw the bones of a thousand men

That boar came out in such a dash
He cut his way through oak and ash

They fought four hours in that day
Old bangum took the old boar’s life away

Old Bangum, did you win or lose?
He swore by God he’d won his shoes

OLD BANGUM 12th pos
Trad. folk
Ella Wilson
Key: Fm

-3”…-4 -4 -6 -5 6 5 4
Old Bang-um, he did hunt and ride
-4 -4 -5 -4 6 6 5 -6 -3”
Cai-ro kim-bo dil-lie-down-day-o
-3” -4 -4 -6 -5 6 5 4
Old Bang-um, he did hunt and ride
-4 -4 -5 6 -6 6 -6
Cai-ro kim-bo dil-lie
-6 -8 -6 -6 6 -5 5 -4
Old Bang-um, he did hunt and ride
6 -6 6 -5 5 4 4
Sword and pis-tol by his side
-4 -4 -5 -4 6 6 5 -6
Cai-ro kim-bo dil-lie-down-day
-8 -6 6 -5 5 -4 -4…
Cai-ro dil-lie-down-day-o

Similarly:

There is a wild boar in these woods
And he eats men’s bones
and he drinks their blood

Old Bangum, he drew his wooden knife
He swore he’d take that wild boar’s life

Old Bangum, he went to the old boar’s den
And he saw the bones of a thousand men

That boar came out in such a dash
He cut his way through oak and ash

They fought four hours in that day
Old bangum took the old boar’s life away

Old Bangum, did you win or lose?
He swore by God he’d won his shoes

OLD AUNT KATE h-m-l
American children’s song
Key: D

2 2 -2” -1 2 2 -2”
5 5 -5 -4 5 5 -5
8 8 -9 -8 8 8 -9
Old Aunt Kate she bake a cake

-1 2 2 -2” -2” 3 -2” 2
-4 5 5 -5 -5 6 -5 5
-8 8 8 -9 -9 9 -9 8
She bake it ‘hind the gar-den gate

-1 2 2 -2” -1 2 2 2 -2”
-4 5 5 -5 -4 5 5 5 -5
-8 8 8 -9 -8 8 8 8 -9
She sift the meal she gim-me the dust

-1 2 2 -2” -1 2 2 2 -2”
-4 5 5 -5 -4 5 5 5 -5
-8 8 8 -9 -8 8 8 8 -9
She bake the bread she gim-me the crust

-1 2 2 -2” -1 2 2 2 -2”
-4 5 5 -5 -4 5 5 5 -5
-8 8 8 -9 -8 8 8 8 -9
She eat the meal she gim-me the skin

-1 3 -2” 2 2 -1 2 1
-4 6 -5 5 5 -4 5 4
-8 9 -9 8 8 -8 8 7
And that’s the way she took me in

OLD AUNT KATE chrom
American children’s song
Key: D

-2* -2* 3 2 -2* -2* 3
Old Aunt Kate she bake a cake
2 -2* -2* 3 3 -3 3 -2*
She bake it ‘hind the gar-den gate
2 -2* -2* 3 2 -2*-2* -2* 3
She sift the meal she gim-me the dust
2 -2* -2* 3 2 -2*-2* -2* 3
She bake the bread she gim-me the crust
2 -2* -2* 3 2 -2*-2* -2* 3
She eat the meal she gim-me the skin
2 -3 3 -2* -2* 2 -2* -1
And that’s the way she took me in

OLD AUNT KATE 12th pos
American children’s song
Key: D
Harp: G

-3 -3 4 -3” -3 -3 4
-7 -7 7 -6 -7 -7 7
Old Aunt Kate she bake a cake

-3” -3 -3 4 4 -4 4 -3
-6 -7 -7 7 7 -8 7 -7
She bake it ‘hind the gar-den gate

-3” -3 -3 4 -3” -3 -3 -3 4
-6 -7 -7 7 -6 -7 -7 -7 7
She sift the meal she gim-me the dust

-3” -3 -3 4 -3” -3 -3 -3 4
-6 -7 -7 7 -6 -7 -7 -7 7
She bake the bread she gim-me the crust

-3” -3 -3 4 -3” -3 -3 -3 4
-6 -7 -7 7 -6 -7 -7 -7 7
She eat the meal she gim-me the skin

-3” -4 4 -3 -3 -3” -3 3
-6 -8 7 -7 -7 -6 -7 6
And that’s the way she took me in

Old Abe Lincoln

Verse 1:

-2 -2 2 -2 4 5 5 -4 5 -4 4
Old Abe Lin-coln came out of the wil-der-ness,

-4 -4 4 -4 4 -3 5 5 -4 5 -4 4
Out of the wil-der-ness, out of the wil-der-ness,

-2 -2 2 -2 4 5 5 -4 5 -4 4
Old Abe Lin-coln came out of the wil-der-ness,

-4 -4 5 -4 4
Down in Il-li-nois.

Verse 2:

Old Abe Lincoln was our sixteenth president,
Sixteenth president, sixteenth president,
Old Abe Lincoln was our sixteenth president,
Many long years ago.

Verse 3:
Old Abe Lincoln freed our nation from slavery,
Nation from slavery, nation from slavery,
Old Abe Lincoln freed our nation from slavery,
Many long years ago.

-3 -3 6 (6 6) -5 5 -5
Olav rie til berget fram,
(-5) -5 -5 (6 -6) 6
— Det leikar under fjøll —
5 -3 -3 6 6 -5 (5) -5
dei elvekvinner gjekk i dans.
5 5 (-4 -3) 3 -3
— Stig av hesten og dans —

-3 -3 6 (6 6) -5 5 -5
Elvemøyi rette hand frå seg,
(-5) -5 -5 (6 -6) 6
— Det leikar under fjøll —
-3 -3 6 6 -5 (5) -5
kom du Olav, trø dans’ med meg.
5 5 (-4 -3) 3
— Stig av hesten og
-6 -6 (7 -6) 6 -5 6
dans, dans Olav Liljekrans,
(-5 -5 -4 -3) 3 -3
stig av hesten og dans —

Danse med deg eg inkje må,
— Det leikar under fjøll —
i morgo’ skó mitt bryllaup stå.
— Stig av hesten og dans —

Olav, Olav, trø dans’ med meg,
— Det leikar under fjøll —
eit hovud av gull så gjeve eg deg.
— Hvis du stig av hesten og
dans, dans Olav Liljekrans,
stig av hesten og dans —

Eit hovud av gull det kan eg vel få,
— Det leikar under fjøll —
men danse med deg eg alli må.
— Stig av hesten og dans —

Olav, Olav, trø dans’ med meg,
— Det leikar under fjøll —
ei silkje skjorte så gjeve eg deg.
— Stig av hesten og
dans, dans Olav Liljekrans,
stig av hesten og dans —

Ei silkje skjorte det kan eg vel få,
— Det leikar under fjøll —
men danse med deg eg alli må.
— Stig av hesten og dans —

Høyre du Olav Liljekrans,
— Det leikar under fjøll —
du stig av hesten og trø i dans’.
— Stig av hesten og
dans, dans Olav Liljekrans,
stig av hesten og dans —

[] — Not played in every verse

() — Play fast

Ólafur reið með björgum fram
5 5 5 5 -4 -4 (4 -5 6 -6* 7)

villir hann stillir hann
6 6 7      -6 -5 5

Hitti fyrir sér álfarann
6 6 -5 -5 [-5] -5 6 6 5

þar rauður loginn brann
5 6 6 -5 (5 -5) 6

blíðan lagði byrinn undan björgunum fram.
7 7 -7 -7 -6 6 -5 5 5 [5] 5 6 -5 6 -6 7 7 -7 -6 (-6 6 -5) 5

Þar kom út ein álfamær

Gulli snúið var hennar hár.

Velkominn Ólafur liljurós

Gakk í björg og bú með oss

Ekki muntu héðan fara

Að þú gefir oss kossinn spara

Ólafur laut um söðulboga

kyssti hann frú með hálfum huga

Hún lagði undir hans herðarblað

Í hjarta rótum staðar nam

Ólafur leit sitt hjarta blóð

Líða niður við hestsins hóf

Ólafur keyrði hestinn spora

Heim til sinnar móður dyra

Hvaðan komstu sonur minn

Hvernig ertu svo fölur á kinn

Leiddi hún hann í loftið inn

Dauðann kyssti hún soninn sinn

3 4 4-
5
4- 4
3 4 4- 5 4-

Ol’ Stewball was a racehorse an I wish he were mine

4- 5
5- 5
4- 3- 4
4- 4

He never drank water; he always drank wine.

-1 -1 2 -2 2 -1 -1 2 -2
Ol’ man riv-er, dat ol’ man riv-er

-3 -3 -3 -3 -2 -3 -3 -4 5 -4
He must know sump -in’ but don’t say noth-in’

5 -4 -4 -3 -3 -3 -4 -4 -3 -3 -3 -2
He jus’ keeps rol-lin’, he keeps on rol-lin’ a -long,

-1 -1 -1 2 -2 2 -1 -1 2 -2
He don’t plant ‘tat-ers, he don’t plant cot-ton,

-2 -3 -4 5 -4 5 6 5 5 5
An’ dem dat plants ’em is soon for-got-ten,

5 -4 -4 -3 -3 -3 -4 -4 -3 -3 -3 -2
But ol’ man riv -er, he jus’ keeps rol -lin’ a -long.

-7 6 -6 7 7 6 -6
You an’ me, we sweat an’ strain.

-7 -7 6 -6 -6 7 -7 6 -6
Body all ach-in’ an’ racked wid pa-in.

-2 2 -2 -2 2 -2
«Tote dat barge!» «Lift dat bale.»

-2-2 2 2 -2 -3 -3 -2 2 -1
Git a lit-tle drunk an; you land in jail.

-1 -1 2 -2 2 -1 -1 2 -2
Ah gits wear-y an’ sick of try-in’,

-3 -3 -4 5 -4 5 6 6 -6 6
Ah’m tired of liv-in’ and skeered of dy-in’,

-6 -7 -7 -6 6 -6 -7 -7 -6 6 -6 6
But ol’ man riv-er, he jus’ keeps rol-lin’ a-long

OL’ 55
By Tom Waits
The Eagles
Key: C

5 6 6 6 6 -6 6
Well, my time went so quick-ly
5 6 6 6 6 6 5 4
I went lick-e-ty-split-ly
-6 -6 -6 -6 -6 6 6
out to my ol’ fif-ty-five
5 6 6 6 6 6 6
As I pulled a-way slow-ly,
-7 -7 -7 7 -7
Feel-in’ so ho-ly,
-7 7 7 -6 7 -6 6 -8
God knows I was feel-in’ a-live

6 7 -8 8 -8 -8 7
And now the sun’s com-in’ up
6 8 8 7 -8 -8 7
I’m rid-in’ with La-dy Luck
8 8 -8 -8 7
Free-way cars and trucks
-8 8 -9 9 9 8-87
Stars be-gin-ning to fade,
-8 8 -9 9 9 8-87
and I lead the pa-rade
-8 8 -9 9 9 -10 9 9 9 9 87
Just a wish-in’ I’d stayed a lit-tle long-er
8 -8 7 -87
Lord, don’t you know
7 -10 9 9 8 9 -10
the feel-in’s get-tin’ strong-er

Six in the morning, gave me no warnin’
I had to be on my way
Now the cars are all passin’ me,
Trucks are all flashin’ me
I’m headed home from your place

And now the sun’s comin’ up
I’m ridin’ with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks

Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade
Just a wishin’ I’d stayed a little longer
Lord, don’t you know, the feelin’s gettin’ stronger

Well, my time went to quickly
I went lickety-splitly out to my old fifty-five
As I pulled away slowly, feelin’ so holy,
God knows I was feelin’ alive
And now the sun’s comin’ up, yes it is
I’m ridin’ with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Freeway cars and trucks,
Ridin’ with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks,
Ridin’ with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Ridin’ with Lady Luck…

3 4 4 4 -4 5 5 -4 5 -4 4
The ol’ grey mare she ain’t what she used to be
-4 -4 4 -4 4 -3 5 5 -4 5 -4
Ain’t what she used to be, ain’t what she used to
4
be
3 4 4 4 -4 5 5 -4 5 -4 4
The ol’ grey mare she ain’t what she used to be
-4 -4 -4 5 -4 4
Many long years a-go

OKLAHOMA HILLS (for Deb)
By: Woody Guthrie and Jack Guthrie
Arlo Guthrie, Bruce Springsteen
Key: E

-4 6 7* 7 7* -8 7*
Man-y months have come and gone
6 7*-6* 6 6 6 5*
Since I wan-dered from my home
-4 -5* -6*-6*-6*-6* 7*
In those Ok-la-ho-ma hills
-6* -5* 5* -4
Where I was born

-4 6 7* 7 7* -8 7*
Tho’ a page of life has turned
6 7*-6* -6*-6* 6 5*
And a les-son I have learned
5* -5 -5* -6* -6* -6* 7*
Yet I feel like in those hills
-6* -5* -4 6
I still be-long

7* -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 8* -8 7* 6
Way down yon-der in the In-dian na-tion
5* 6 6 6 6 6 6 -6* 6 5* -4
I rode my po-ny on the re-ser-va-tion
-4 -4 -5*-5*-5*-5* -8 -8 8* -7 7*
In those Ok-la-ho-ma hills where I was born

7* -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 8* -8 7* 6
Way down yon-der in the In-dian na-tion
6 5* 6 6 6 6 -6* 6 5* -4
A cow-boy’s life is my oc-cu-pa-tion
-4 -4 -5*-5*-5*-5* -8 -8 7*-6* 6
In those Ok-la-ho-ma Hills where I was born

-4 6 7* 7 7* -8 7*
But as I sit here to-day
6 7* -6* 6 6 6 5*
Man-y mile’s I am a-way
-4 -5* -6* -6* -6*-6* 7*-6*
From the place I rode my po-ny
-5* 5* -4
Thru the draw

-4 6 7* 7 7* -8 7*
Where the oak and black-jack trees
6 7* -6* -6* -6* 6 5*
Kiss the play-ful prai-rie breeze
5* -5 -5*-6*-6*-6* 7*
In those Ok-la-ho-ma hills
-6* -5* -4 6
Where I was born

7* -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 8* -8 7* 6
Way down yon-der in the In-dian na-tion
5* 6 6 6 6 6 6 -6* 6 5* -4
I rode my po-ny on the re-ser-va-tion
-4 -4 -5*-5*-5*-5* -8 -8 8* -7 7*
In those Ok-la-ho-ma hills where I was born

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Way down yon-der in the In-dian na-tion
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A cow-boy’s life is my oc-cu-pa-tion
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In those Ok-la-ho-ma Hills where I was born

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Now as I turn life a page
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To a land of great O-sage
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In those Ok-la-ho-ma hills
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Where I was born

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Where the black oil rolls and flows
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And the snow white cot-ton grows
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In those Ok-la-ho-ma hills
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Where I was born

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Way down yon-der in the In-dian na-tion
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I rode my po-ny on the re-ser-va-tion
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In those Ok-la-ho-ma hills where I was born

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Way down yon-der in the In-dian na-tion
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A cow-boy’s life is my oc-cu-pa-tion
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In those Ok-la-ho-ma Hills where I was born

Man-y a month has come and gone

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Since I wan-dered from my home

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In these O-kla-ho-ma hills where I was born

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Though a page of life has turned,

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And a les-son I have learned,

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Yet I feel like in those hills I still be-long

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Way down yon-der in the In-dian Na-tion
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I rode my po-ny on the res- er-va-tion
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In those O-kla-ho-ma Hills where I was born
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Way down yon-der in the In-dian Na-tion
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A cow-boy’s life is my occ-u-pa-tion
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In those O-kla-ho-ma Hills where I was born.
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Ok-la-hom-a
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where the wind comes sweepin down the plain
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And the wavin wheat, can sure smell sweet
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When the wind comes right behind the rain.
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Ok-la-hom-a
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Ev’ry night my honey lamb and I
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Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
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Makin lazy circles in the sky.
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We know we belong to the land
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And the land we belong to is grand
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And when we say
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Yeeow! A-yip-i-o-ee-ay!
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We’re only sayin’
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You’re doin’ fine,
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Ok-la-hom-a!
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Ok-la-hom-a O.K.

OKIE FROM MUSKOGEE chrom
By: Merle Haggard, Roy Edward Burris
Key: Eb

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We don’t smoke ma-ri-jua-na in Mus-ko-gee,
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And we don’t take our trips on L. S. D.
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And we don’t burn our draft cards
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down on Main Street.
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But we like liv-ing right and be-ing free.

Chorus
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And I’m proud to be an O-kie from Mus-ko-gee;
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A place where e-ven squares can have a ball.
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We still wave Ol’ Glo-ry
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down at the Court House,
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White light-ning’s still the big-gest
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thrill of all.

We don’t make a party out of loving,
But we like holding hands and pitching woo.
We don’t let our hair grow long and shaggy,
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do—

Leather boots are still in style
if a man needs footwear,
Beads and Roman sandals won’t be seen.
Football’s still the roughest thing on campus,
And the kids here still respect the College Dean

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We don’t smoke marijuana in Muskogee, And we

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don’t take our trips on L. S. D. And we don’t

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burn our draft cards down on Main Street. But we

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like living right and being free.

Chorus

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And I’m proud to be an Okie from Muskogee; A

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place where even squares can have a ball. We

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still wave Ol’ Glory down at-the Court House,

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White lightning’s still the biggest thrill of

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all.

We don’t make a party out of loving, But we like holding hands and
pitching woo. We don’t let our hair grow long and shaggy, Like the
hippies out in San Francisco do—

Leather boots are still in style if a man needs footwear, Beads and
Roman sandals won’t be seen. Football’s still the roughest thing on
campus, And the kids here still respect the College Dean—

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Ojalá que llueva café en el campo

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que caiga un aguacero de yuca y té

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del cielo una jarina de queso blanco

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y al sur una montaña de berro y miel

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oh ooohhh oh oooohhh

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ojalá que llueva café

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O ja la que las ho -jas

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no te to — quen el cuerpo

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cuando caigan

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Para que no las puedas

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convertir en cristal

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O-ja-là que la llu—via

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de—je de ser mi—la—gro

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que ba—ja por tu cuer—po

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O — ja — là que la tie—rra

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no te be — se los pa — sos

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O — ja — la se (te a)—ca—be

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la mi—ra—da con—stan—te

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la pa—la—bra pre—ci—sa

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la son—ri—sa per—fe—cta

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O — ja — là pa—se al—go

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que te bo—rre de pron—to

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una luz ce—ga—do—ra

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un dis-pa-ro de nie-ve

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O — ja — la por lo me-nos

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que me lle-ve la muer-te

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pa-ra no ver-te tan-to

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pa-ra no ver-te siem-pre

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en to-dos los se-gun-dos

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en to-das las vi-sio-nes

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O — ja — la que no pue-dan

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to-car-te ni en can-cio-nes