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Sinner Man or Sinnerman, also known as, Oh Sinner Man as well as Sinner Man Where You Gonna Run To is an African American Folk Song Spiritual. Run to the Lord. I can`t remember when or where I first heard this song but I`ve been playing it seems like forever. I sing and play it on the guitar using a simple basic folk fingerpicking pattern. I have the guitar tuned to open D tuning. Sinner Man lyrics Banjo or Guitar Open D Tuning: Chords; Bm, A (Play last A each verse in the G shape 3rd fret) Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to? (3) All on that day. Run to the rock. Rock was a melting (3) All on that day Run to the hills. The hills were on fire (3) All on that day. Run to the sea. The sea was a boiling. (3) All on that day. Run to the moon. The moon was bleeding (3) All on that day. Run to the Devil. the Devil was a waiting (3) All on that day. Run to the Lord. Lord won't you hide (3) All on that day. Lord said Sinner Man you should be praying (3) All on that day. Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to? (3) All on that day. (Trad.)

Where Tall Firs Grow or Where The Tall Firs Grow is a song I wrote awhile back. I`m hoping it will be considered a Pacific Northwest Folk Song someday. The natural wonders and mild marine climate is what I really like about it and why I stay. Song discribes the Douglas Fir trees, rivers, lakes, mountains, blackberry`s, rain, etc. It`s a happy song, one of the few that I have written. I wrote it on guitar. This is a banjo version. There`s a long intro which you can skip. The song starts at 1:29. Where Tall Firs Grow Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges There`s rivers and lakes, mountains and streams It`s the closest place to heaven that I`ve seen I like to get lost in the deep forest green Out where the tall firs grow See the old river winding thru the pines Cutting out a path down the mountain side It will find it`s way home given time Out where the tall firs grow Way out where the tall firs grow Blackberry`s growing wild everywhere Time passes slow but nobody cares We only got a little but a lot to share Out where the tall firs grow It rains all day and it rains all night I ain`t seen the sun in three weeks time I`m pickin and singin and drinking my wine Out where the tall firs grow Way out where the tall firs grow I got a gal she`s firm and plump 56 inches around the rump She rustles up the vittles like a son of a gun Out where the tall firs grow When winter time comes it gets pretty cold A whole lot of rain and a whole lot of snow Chills the flesh down to the bone Out where the tall firs grow Way out where the tall firs grow Got just enough to get by I`ll live out here till the day I die Come bury me when it comes my time Out where the tall firs grow See the old river winding thru the pines Cutting out a path down the mountain side It will find it`s way home given time Out where the tall firs grow Way out where the tall firs grow Timestamps 00:00 - Song introduction 1:29 - Song starts 3:43 - Outro

Simon & Garfunkel is one of my all time favorite bands. I have all of there vinyl record albums. I made a list of my favorite songs by them. Some on my list may surprise you, especially my number one favorite. BUT I FORGOT TO EVEN MENTION ONE OF MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITES WHICH IS, "A POEM ON THE UNDERGROUND WALL" which would be my second favorite, I can`t believe I forgot all about that song. I`m sure I forgot others. I would really like to know your favorites and your most favorite song by S&G! Let us know in the comments!

Going Blind is a song I wrote a long time ago. I was going thru a rough patch and writing brooding self portraits during these times which was therapeutic. This is a banjo arrangement that I came up with. I originally wrote the song on guitar.. Eddie covered this song so incredibly well about 15 years ago. I won`t leave his full channel name because I don`t know if he would want me too. Going Blind - lyrics Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges Running in my sleep, running every waking hour of thru the day Gotta stay one step ahead, gotta keep one eye open all the time Their coming after me, their coming after me, I don`t know why But I`m not scared, I won`t hide, I can stand and take the lies I`m going blind, I`m going blind Gonna knead my daily bread, gonna knead it with strong hands and watch it grow Then I`ll rise about, I will surely rise above it all And I`ll sit on a golden throne, way up on a cloud with a silent laugh So fire your poisoned words, in sarcastic lies I`m going blind, I`m going blind I`m on novocaine, I`m on antipyretics now Nothings gonna penetrate, I got a heart and soul made of stone So do with me what you will, hang the blame on me, I like the pain You`re all becoming blurred, the world is turning black I`m going blind, I`m going blind

Drinking Of The Wine is an old Traditional African American Spiritual. Bascom Lamar Lunsford learned it at an African American Church in 1902. It`s on his CD, Ballads, Banjo Tunes and Sacred Songs of Western North Carolina. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo in whats knows as the two finger thumb lead banjo tuning. It`s an uplifting spiritual song that southes the soul. I hope to do another guitar version someday as well. Drinking Of The Wine - Lyrics arranged and performed by Dan D. Dirges Banjo Tuning = ADFsharpA but tuned down a half step Guitar Tuning = DADFsharpA but tuned down a half step (open D tuning) Drinking of the wine, wine, wine Drinking of the wine, that holy wine Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine If anybody asks, tell em I`m gone Tell em I've gone, to Gallilee, You oughta been there, for a thousand years, Drinkin' of the wine If my mother comes calling for me Tell her death has silenced me Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine If you get there before I do Tell my Jesus I'm a-comin' too. Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinkin' of the wine. Drinking of the wine, wine, wine Drinking of the wine, holy wine Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine --- Drink it, members, drink it free It flows from the root of a tender tree Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine If anybody asks, about that time, Everbodys dead and gone on high, You ought been there for a thousand years, Drinkin' wine. You may mourn, sinner, mourn, Christ`s mercy will flow on you Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine Drinking of the wine, wine, wine Drinking of the wine, holy wine Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine

Drinking Of The Wine is an old Traditional African American Spiritual. Bascom Lamar Lunsford learned it at an African American Church in 1902. It`s on his CD, Ballads, Banjo Tunes and Sacred Songs of Western North Carolina. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo in whats knows as the two finger thumb lead banjo tuning. It`s an uplifting spiritual song that southes the soul. I hope to do another guitar version someday as well. Drinking Of The Wine - Lyrics arranged and performed by Dan D. Dirges Banjo Tuning = ADFsharpA but tuned down a half step Guitar Tuning = DADFsharpA but tuned down a half step (open D tuning) Drinking of the wine, wine, wine Drinking of the wine, that holy wine Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine If anybody asks, tell em I`m gone Tell em I've gone, to Gallilee, You oughta been there, for a thousand years, Drinkin' of the wine If my mother comes calling for me Tell her death has silenced me Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine If you get there before I do Tell my Jesus I'm a-comin' too. Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinkin' of the wine. Drinking of the wine, wine, wine Drinking of the wine, holy wine Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine --- Drink it, members, drink it free It flows from the root of a tender tree Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine If anybody asks, about that time, Everbodys dead and gone on high, You ought been there for a thousand years, Drinkin' wine. You may mourn, sinner, mourn, Christ`s mercy will flow on you Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine Drinking of the wine, wine, wine Drinking of the wine, holy wine Y'oughta been there for a thousand years Drinking of the wine

Going Blind is a song I wrote a long time ago. I was going thru a rough patch and writing brooding self portraits during these times which was therapeutic. This is a banjo arrangement that I came up with. I originally wrote the song on guitar.. Eddie covered this song so incredibly well about 15 years ago. I won`t leave his full channel name because I don`t know if he would want me too. Going Blind - lyrics Written and performed by Dan D. Dirges Running in my sleep, running every waking hour of thru the day Gotta stay one step ahead, gotta keep one eye open all the time Their coming after me, their coming after me, I don`t know why But I`m not scared, I won`t hide, I can stand and take the lies I`m going blind, I`m going blind Gonna knead my daily bread, gonna knead it with strong hands and watch it grow Then I`ll rise about, I will surely rise above it all And I`ll sit on a golden throne, way up on a cloud with a silent laugh So fire your poisoned words, in sarcastic lies I`m going blind, I`m going blind I`m on novocaine, I`m on antipyretics now Nothings gonna penetrate, I got a heart and soul made of stone So do with me what you will, hang the blame on me, I like the pain You`re all becoming blurred, the world is turning black I`m going blind, I`m going blind

Vloggin & BS`n I just wrote a new song called global boiling! Here`s the lyrics Global warming, global boiling Climate change, climate change Scientists proved it, Teachers preach it We all believe, We all believe (Repeat over and over until there are no more maga hillbilly climate deniers.)

Katie Cruel is a traditional folk song. Karen Dalton and Lisa LeBlanc both sing and play this song so great. I play it on the banjo in a tuning like double C but I`m in low G. There`s a short intro I left in. Katie Cruel - Traditional - lyrics Guitar tuned - CGCGCD Double C banjo tuning - CCGCD (relative) (I`m in low G) performed by, Dan D. Dirges When I first came to town they called me the Roving Jewel Now they've changed their tune, they call me Katie Cruel Through the woods ill go and through the boggy mire Straightway down the road till I come to my heart's desire Wish I was where I would be Then Id be where I am not Here I am where I must be Where I would be, I cannot When I first came to town they bought me drinks a plenty Now they've changed their tune, they hand me bottles empty Through the woods ill go and through the boggy mire Straightway down the road till I come to my heart's desire If I was where I would be then id be where I am not here I am where I must be where I would be I cannot. When I first came to town they called me the Roving Jewel Now they've changed their tune, call me Katie Cruel

This strange, haunting murder ballad was specifically written for Episode 16 (Song in the Dark) in Season 4 of the TV show Bonanza. I uploaded a strumming version about 10 years ago. This is a new Guitar fingerpicking version. Song In The Dark under the red rock rim Bonanza- lyrics Chord progression - Am - E - Am///Am - Dm - Am - E - Am Chorus: Rim rim under the red rock rim... under the red rock rim... Many a star shines down... down in the ground she lies... under an earthly mound... that's where her spirit lies... Chorus: She was young and so fair... cheated and lied you see. so with a deadly care, he set her spirit free. Chorus: Lonely as he can be... riding on endlessly... lonely as he can be... his spirits never dreams... Rim Rim under the red rock rim... that's where to look for him... Rim Rim under the red rock rim... that's where to look for him... under the red rock rim...

Katie Cruel is a traditional folk song. Karen Dalton and Lisa LeBlanc both sing and play this song so great. I play it on the banjo in a tuning like double C but I`m in low G. There`s a short intro I left in. Katie Cruel - Traditional - lyrics Guitar tuned - CGCGCD Double C banjo tuning - CCGCD (relative) (I`m in low G) performed by, Dan D. Dirges When I first came to town they called me the Roving Jewel Now they've changed their tune, they call me Katie Cruel Through the woods ill go and through the boggy mire Straightway down the road till I come to my heart's desire Wish I was where I would be Then Id be where I am not Here I am where I must be Where I would be, I cannot When I first came to town they bought me drinks a plenty Now they've changed their tune, they hand me bottles empty Through the woods ill go and through the boggy mire Straightway down the road till I come to my heart's desire If I was where I would be then id be where I am not here I am where I must be where I would be I cannot. When I first came to town they called me the Roving Jewel Now they've changed their tune, call me Katie Cruel

This strange, haunting murder ballad was specifically written for Episode 16 (Song in the Dark) in Season 4 of the TV show Bonanza. I uploaded a strumming version about 10 years ago. This is a new Guitar fingerpicking version. Song In The Dark under the red rock rim Bonanza- lyrics Chord progression - Am - E - Am///Am - Dm - Am - E - Am Chorus: Rim rim under the red rock rim... under the red rock rim... Many a star shines down... down in the ground she lies... under an earthly mound... that's where her spirit lies... Chorus: She was young and so fair... cheated and lied you see. so with a deadly care, he set her spirit free. Chorus: Lonely as he can be... riding on endlessly... lonely as he can be... his spirits never dreams... Rim Rim under the red rock rim... that's where to look for him... Rim Rim under the red rock rim... that's where to look for him... under the red rock rim...

Old MacDonald had a farm is like seriously one of, if not thee greatest songs ever. But it is outdated because we no longer need farms since we like literally have a grocery store on like every corner almost. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo Old MacDonald had a farm - lyrics Banjo in standard tuning (but tuned down to like low D or C sharp) Clawhammer Banjo Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O And on his farm he had some cows E I E I O With a moo-moo here And a moo-moo there Here a moo, there a moo Everywhere a moo-moo Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O And on his farm he had some pigs E I E I O With an oink-oink here And an oink-oink there Here an oink, there an oink Everywhere an oink-oink Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O And on his farm he had some chicks E I E I O With a cluck-cluck here And a cluck-cluck there Here a cluck, there a cluck Everywhere a cluck-cluck Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O And on his farm he had some ducks E I E I O With a quack quack here And a quack quack there Here an quack, there a quack Everywhere an quack quack Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O And on his farm he had a horse E I E I O With a neigh neigh here And a neigh neigh there Here an neigh, there an neigh Everywhere a neigh neigh Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O And on his farm he had some ducks E I E I O With a quack quack here And a quack quack there Here an quack, there a quack Everywhere an quack quack Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O

Eternal Flame is a great song by, The Bangles. Acoustic guitar cover Eternal Flame - lyrics Close your eyes, give me your hand, darlin' Do you feel my heart beating Do you understand Do you feel the same Am I only dreaming Is this burning an eternal flame I believe it's meant to be, darlin' I watch you when you are sleeping You belong with me Do you feel the same Am I only dreaming Or is this burning an eternal flame Say my name Sun shines through the rain A whole life so lonely And then come and ease the pain I don't want to lose this feeling, oh Close your eyes, give me your hand Do you feel my heart beating Do you understand Do you feel the same Am I only dreaming Or is this burning an eternal flame I believe it's meant to be, darlin' I watch you when you are sleeping You belong with me Do you feel the same Am I only dreaming Or is this burning an eternal flame

Old MacDonald had a farm is like seriously one of, if not thee greatest songs ever. But it is outdated because we no longer need farms since we like literally have a grocery store on like every corner almost. I sing and play it on the mountain banjo Old MacDonald had a farm - lyrics Banjo in standard tuning (but tuned down to like low D or C sharp) Clawhammer Banjo Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O And on his farm he had some cows E I E I O With a moo-moo here And a moo-moo there Here a moo, there a moo Everywhere a moo-moo Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O And on his farm he had some pigs E I E I O With an oink-oink here And an oink-oink there Here an oink, there an oink Everywhere an oink-oink Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O And on his farm he had some chicks E I E I O With a cluck-cluck here And a cluck-cluck there Here a cluck, there a cluck Everywhere a cluck-cluck Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O And on his farm he had some ducks E I E I O With a quack quack here And a quack quack there Here an quack, there a quack Everywhere an quack quack Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O And on his farm he had a horse E I E I O With a neigh neigh here And a neigh neigh there Here an neigh, there an neigh Everywhere a neigh neigh Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O And on his farm he had some ducks E I E I O With a quack quack here And a quack quack there Here an quack, there a quack Everywhere an quack quack Old MacDonald had a farm E I E I O

Eternal Flame is a great song by, The Bangles. Acoustic guitar cover Eternal Flame - lyrics Close your eyes, give me your hand, darlin' Do you feel my heart beating Do you understand Do you feel the same Am I only dreaming Is this burning an eternal flame I believe it's meant to be, darlin' I watch you when you are sleeping You belong with me Do you feel the same Am I only dreaming Or is this burning an eternal flame Say my name Sun shines through the rain A whole life so lonely And then come and ease the pain I don't want to lose this feeling, oh Close your eyes, give me your hand Do you feel my heart beating Do you understand Do you feel the same Am I only dreaming Or is this burning an eternal flame I believe it's meant to be, darlin' I watch you when you are sleeping You belong with me Do you feel the same Am I only dreaming Or is this burning an eternal flame

A mystical mountain man with a divining rod comes down from the mountain and into a drought ridden town. For a bottle of whisky, some food and a place to stay out in the barn for the night the diving rod he carry`s with him will bend over the very spot where the water is underground and where the townfolk can start digging a well. If that doesn`t work he can dance around a little and make it rain. But the people must have absolute faith in him or it will not work. Waterwitches and Rainmakers were common in the old west and southern parts of the USA and other parts of the world in Summer months when there were severe droughts. Banjo is in sawmill tuning, also known as mountain modal tuning. I play it two finger thumb lead on a long neck mountain banjo. Rainmaker (Down from the mountain)- lyrics Also known as Water-witch written and performed by Dan D. Dirges Rainmaker-Make it rain today There`s no water in the deep well This town has gone to hell Down from the mountain-Out of the darkest sky With eyes that shine in the night And divining rod at his side Willow tree-Bend your branches low Water-Witch surely knows Where the buried water lies in the earth below We believe- We believe in thee Without faith where are we Withered up and dead like a hollow tree Rain in the sky-Rain in the earth below Water-Witch surely knows Rain in the sky and in the earth below Rainmaker-Make it rain today For a few dollars and corn liquor Out of the dust grow flowers

I`m pretty sure Blind Fiddler is a traditional folk song. As with many folk songs, there are a few different versions out there. People change up the melody and the lyrics a little. There all great but this is the way I have always played it. Once upon a time there was no such thing as workers compensation. If you got hurt on the job, you was gone. No more payday. A blacksmith had an accident on the job and went blind. No doctor could make his eyes see again. Soon sorrow and despair set in, his self esteem left him and he became ashamed cause he could no longer support his wife and kids. He didn`t want to become a burden on his family so he left them and took up the fiddle and started roaming. Blind Fiddler - Traditional Well I lost my eyes in a blacksmith shop in 18 and 56 While working on a revolver and it was out of six Well I`m so sad and lonely and I`m condemned to roam Well I am a blind fiddler I'm a great long ways from home I've been down to Knoxville had a talk with Dr Lane He operated on one of my eyes but nothing could he gain Oh I'm so sad and lonely and I`m condemned to roam Well I am a blind fiddler I'm a great long ways from home I've got me a wife and three little ones depending on me They're sharin' all my burdens wherever they may be I hope that they'll be careful as through this life they roam Cause I am a blind fiddler and I cannot help them none

Mystical mountain man with a divining rod comes down from the mountain and into a drought ridden town. For a bottle of whisky, some food and a place to stay out in the barn for the night the diving rod he carry`s with him will bend over the very spot where the water is underground and where the townfolk can start digging a well. If that doesn`t work he can dance around a little and make it rain. But the people must have absolute faith in him or it will not work. Waterwitches and Rainmakers were common in the old west and southern parts of the USA and other parts of the world in Summer months when there were severe droughts. Banjo is in sawmill tuning, also known as mountain modal tuning. I play it two finger thumb lead on a long neck mountain banjo. Rainmaker (Down from the mountain)- lyrics Also known as Waterwitch written and performed by Dan D. Dirges Rainmaker-Make it rain today There`s no water in the deep well This town has gone to hell Down from the mountain-Out of the darkest sky With eyes that shine in the night And divining rod at his side Willow tree-Bend your branches low Water-Witch surely knows Where the buried water lies in the earth below We believe- We believe in thee Without faith where are we Withered up and dead like a hollow tree Rain in the sky-Rain in the earth below Water-Witch surely knows Rain in the sky and in the earth below Rainmaker-Make it rain today For a few dollars and corn liquor Out of the dust grow flowers

I`m pretty sure Blind Fiddler is a traditional folk song. As with many folk songs, there are a few different versions out there. People change up the melody and the lyrics a little. There all great but this is the way I have always played it. Once upon a time there was no such thing as workers compensation. If you got hurt on the job, you was gone. No more payday. A blacksmiths had an accident on the job and went blind. No doctor could make his eyes see again. Soon sorrow and dispair set in, his self esteem left him and he became ashamed cause he could no longer support his wife and kids. He didn`t want to become a burden on his family so he left them and took up the fiddle and started roaming. Blind Fiddler - Traditional Well I lost my eyes in a blacksmith shop in 18 and 56 While working on a revolver and it was out of six Well I`m so sad and lonely and I`m condemned to roam Well I am a blind fiddler I'm a great long ways from home I've been down to Knoxville had a talk with Dr Lane He operated on one of my eyes but nothing could he gain Oh I'm so sad and lonely and I`m condemned to roam Well I am a blind fiddler I'm a great long ways from home I've got me a wife and three little ones depending on me They're sharin' all my burdens wherever they may be I hope that they'll be careful as through this life they roam Cause I am a blind fiddler and I cannot help them none

Take Me Home Country Roads was a HUGE massive hit back in the early 1970`s. John Denver recorded it. I came up with this Banjo 3 finger like arrangement. (I only had two finger working though) Take Me Home, Country Roads Lyrics [Verse 1] Almost Heaven, West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze [Chorus] Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads [Verse 2] All my memories gather 'round her Miner's lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye [Chorus] Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads [Bridge] I hear her voice in the morning hour, she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away Driving down the road, I get a feeling That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads [Outro] Take me home, (Down) country roads Take me home, (Down) country roads

The Half Remarkable Question is a song by The Incredible String Band. I play a relatively simple guitar version compared to the original which goes a little something like this: (Be prepared to have your mind blown!) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3vWQY7k3zs The Half Remarkable Question - lyrics Guitar arranged by Dan D. Dirges Who moved the black castle Who moved the white queen When Gimel and Daleth were standing between? Out of the evening growing a veil Pining for the pine woods that ached for the sail There's something forgotten I want you to know The freckles of rain they are telling me so Oh, it's the old forgotten question What is it that we are part of? And what is it that we are? And an elephant madness has covered the sun The judge and the juries they play for the fun They've torn up the roses and washed all the soap And the martyr who marries them dares not elope Oh, it's the never realized question What is it that we are part of? And what is it that we are? Oh long, oh long ever yet my eyes Braved the gates enormous fire And the body folded 'round me And the person in me grew The flower and its petal The root and its grasp The earth and its bigness The breath and its gasp The mind and its motion The foot and its move The life and its pattern The heart and its love Oh, it's the half-remarkable question What is it that we are part of? And what is it that we are?

Take Me Home Country Roads was a HUGE massive hit back in the early 1970`s. John Denver recorded it. I came up with this Banjo 3 finger like arrangement. (I only had two finger working though) Take Me Home, Country Roads Lyrics [Verse 1] Almost Heaven, West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze [Chorus] Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads [Verse 2] All my memories gather 'round her Miner's lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye [Chorus] Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads [Bridge] I hear her voice in the morning hour, she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away Driving down the road, I get a feeling That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads [Outro] Take me home, (Down) country roads Take me home, (Down) country roads

The Half Remarkable Question is a song by The Incredible String Band. I play a relatively simple guitar version compared to the original which goes a little something like this: (Be prepared to have your mind blown!) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3vWQY7k3zs The Half Remarkable Question - lyrics Guitar arranged by Dan D. Dirges Who moved the black castle Who moved the white queen When Gimel and Daleth were standing between? Out of the evening growing a veil Pining for the pine woods that ached for the sail There's something forgotten I want you to know The freckles of rain they are telling me so Oh, it's the old forgotten question What is it that we are part of? And what is it that we are? And an elephant madness has covered the sun The judge and the juries they play for the fun They've torn up the roses and washed all the soap And the martyr who marries them dares not elope Oh, it's the never realized question What is it that we are part of? And what is it that we are? Oh long, oh long ever yet my eyes Braved the gates enormous fire And the body folded 'round me And the person in me grew The flower and its petal The root and its grasp The earth and its bigness The breath and its gasp The mind and its motion The foot and its move The life and its pattern The heart and its love Oh, it's the half-remarkable question What is it that we are part of? And what is it that we are?

Wild Mountain Thyme was written by Francis McPeake, a native of Belfast Northern Ireland. It was first recorded by him in 1957 and has since been recorded by numerous artists. There is a great controversy over one word in the song. Pluck or Pull. I chose pull wild mountain thyme because it feels funny to me to sing it as, pluck wild mountain thyme. Wild Mountain Thyme - lyrics Performed and arranged by Dan D. Dirges Guitar and vocal O the summertime is coming. And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Blooms around the purple heather I will build my love a tower By yon clear an crystal fountain And on it I`ll shower All the flowers of the mountain Will you go lassie, go? And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will you go, lassie go? If my true love will not go I will surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme, All around the purple heather I will build my love a shelter. On a high mountain green. and my love shall be the fairest. That the summer sun has seen. Will you go lassie, go? And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will you go, lassie go?