Pinwheel of Death

Genres > Folk

Writers Merle Kilgore

Genres Country, Folk, Children-Novelty, Family

Recorded 1988

Lyrics verse 1:
AS I SIT HERE
IN THIS OLD FOLKS HOME
MY HAIR IS WHITE AS SNOW,
I REMEMBER BACK WHEN
I WAS YOUNG AGAIN,
HOW EV'RYTHING WAS JOLLY.

Chorus:
SISTER DID THE JIG
AND BROTHER BEAT THE DRUM
AND BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY,
BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY.

verse 2:
WELL, THEM KIDS OF MINE
HAVE ALL GROWN UP,
THEY WRITE
EV'RY NOW AND THEN,
AS I READ THE LETTERS
IT BRINGS MEMORIES
OF ALL OUR FUN
AND FOLLY.

Chorus:
SISTER DID THE JIG
AND BROTHER BEAT THE DRUM
AND BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY,
BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY.

verse 3:
THAT WIFE OF MINE,
GOD REST HER SOUL,
SHE'S GONE ON BEFORE ME.
I'LL BET SHE TOLD THE LORD
ABOUT THE TIMES
THE HOUSE WAS FILLED
WITH FOLLY.

Chorus:
SISTER DID THE JIG
AND BROTHER BEAT THE DRUM
AND BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY,
BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY.

verse 4:
THE MAN ACROSS THE HALL
IS A LONELY MAN,
HE NEVER HAD A FAM'LY,
SO HE ASKED ME
TO TELL HIM
ALL ABOUT MY KIDS
WHEN HE'S FEELING
MELANCHOLY.

Chorus:
SISTER DID THE JIG
AND BROTHER BEAT THE DRUM
AND BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY,
BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY.

verse 5:
EV'RY NIGHT I PRAY
FOR THEM KIDS OF MINE,
I WISH THEY WERE BACK
WITH ME.
BUT BEFORE I DIE,
LORD, LET ME SEE
A SIGHT
THAT MAKES ME JOLLY.

Chorus:
SISTER DID THE JIG
AND BROTHER BEAT THE DRUM
AND BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY,
BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY.
Writers Alan Arkin, Bob Carey, Eric Darling

Genres Standard, Pop, Folk

Recorded 1957

Lyrics HILL AND GULLY RIDER,
HILL AND GULLY.
HILL AND GULLY RIDER,
HILL AND GULLY.
HILL AND GULLY RIDER,
HILL AND GULLY.
HILL AND GULLY RIDER,
HILL AND GULLY.

Chorus:
DAY-O, DAY-O,
DAY DE LIGHT
AND I WANNA GO HOME.
DAY-O, DAY-O,
DAY DE LIGHT
AND I WANNA GO HOME.

verse 1:
WELL,
I'M LOADING DE BANANA BOATS
ALL NIGHT LONG,
DAY DE LIGHT
AND I WANNA GO HOME.
HEY!
ALL OF DE WORKMEN
SING THIS SONG.
DAY DE LIGHT
AND I WANNA GO HOME.

Chorus:
DAY-O, DAY-O,
DAY DE LIGHT
AND I WANNA GO HOME.
DAY-O, DAY-O,
DAY DE LIGHT
AND I WANNA GO HOME.

verse 2:
WELL, I SLEEP BY SUN
AND I WORK BY MOON,
DAY DE LIGHT
AND I WANNA GO HOME.
WHEN I GET SOME MONEY,
GONNA QUIT SO SOON.
DAY DE LIGHT
AND I WANNA GO HOME.

Chorus:
DAY-O, DAY-O,
DAY DE LIGHT
AND I WANNA GO HOME.
DAY-O, DAY-O,
DAY DE LIGHT
AND I WANNA GO HOME.

verse 3:
WELL,
I PACK UP ALL MY THINGS
AND I'LL GO TO SEA,
DAY DE LIGHT
AND I WANNA GO HOME.
THEN DE BANANAS
SEE THE LAST OF ME,
DAY DE LIGHT
AND I WANNA GO HOME.

Chorus:
DAY-O, DAY-O,
DAY DE LIGHT
AND I WANNA GO HOME.
DAY-O, DAY-O,
DAY DE LIGHT
AND I WANNA GO HOME.

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HILL AND GULLY RIDER,
HILL AND GULLY.
HILL AND GULLY RIDER,
HILL AND GULLY.
HILL AND GULLY RIDER,
HILL AND GULLY.
HILL AND GULLY RIDER,
HILL AND GULLY.
Writers Paul Simon

Genres Pop, Folk

Recorded 1964

Lyrics THE FOG'S ROLLING IN
OFF THE EAST RIVER BANK,
LIKE A SHROUD
IT COVERS
BLEECKER STREET,
FILLS THE ALLEYS
WHERE MEN SLEEP,
HIDES THE SHEPHERD
FROM THE SHEEP.
VOICES LEAKING
FROM A SAD CAFE,
SMILING FACES
TRY TO UNDERSTAND,
I SAW A SHADOW
TOUCH A SHADOW'S HAND
ON BLEECKER STREET.
THE POET READS
HIS CROOKED RHYME,
HOLY, HOLY,
IS HIS SACRAMENT,
THIRTY DOLLARS
PAYS YOUR RENT
ON BLEEKER STREET.
I HEARD A CHURCH BELL
SOFTLY CHIME
IN A MELODY
SUSTAINING,
IT'S A LONG ROAD
TO CANAAN,
ON BLEEKER STREET.
Writers Oscar Brown Jr.

Genres Standard, Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Ballad, Folk, Americana, Children-Novelty, Family

Recorded 1973

Lyrics BROWN BABY,
BROWN BABY,
AS YOU GROW UP,
I WANT YOU TO DRINK
FROM THE PLENTY CUP
I WANT YOU
TO STAND UP
TALL AND PROUD,
I WANT YOU
TO SPEAK UP,
CLEAR AND LOUD
BROWN BABY.

BROWN BABY,
BROWN BABY,
AS YEARS ROLL BY,
I WANT YOU
TO GO
WITH YOUR HEAD
HELD HIGH
I WANT YOU
TO LIVE BY
THE JUSTICE CODE,
I WANT YOU
TO WALK DOWN
THE FREEDOM ROAD
BROWN BABY.

NOW LIE AWAY,
LIE AWAY SLEEPING,
LIE AWAY HERE
IN MY ARMS
WHILE YOUR DADDY
AND YOUR MOMMY
PROTECT YOU,
AND KEEP YOU
SAFE FROM HARM.
OH, YOU,
LITTLE BROWN BABY.

BROWN BABY,
BROWN BABY,
IT MAKES ME GLAD,
THAT YOU WILL HAVE THINGS
THAT I NEVER HAD
WHEN OUT OF MEN'S HEARTS
ALL THE HATE IS HURLED,
YOU'RE GONNA LIVE
IN A BETTER WORLD
OH YOU
LITTLE BROWN BABY.
Writers Bruce Cockburn

Genres Rock, Pop, Folk

Recorded 1985

Lyrics PADDED WITH POWER
HERE THEY COME,
INTERNATIONAL LOAN SHARKS BACKED BY THE GUNS
OF MARKET HUNGRY
MILITARY PROFITEERS
WHOSE WORD IS A SWAMP
AND WHOSE BROW IS SMEARED
WITH THE BLOOD OF THE POOR.

WHO ROB LIFE OF ITS QUALITY,
WHO RENDER RAGE A NECESSITY
BY TURNING COUNTRIES
INTO LABOR CAMPS
MODERN SLAVERS IN DRAG
AS CHAMPIONS OF FREEDOM.

SINISTER CYNICAL INSTRUMENT
WHO MAKES THE GUN
INTO A SACRAMENT,
THE ONLY RESPONSE
TO THE DEIFICATION OF TYRANNY
BY SO CALLED DEVELOPED NATIONS'
IDOLATRY OF IDEOLOGY.

NORTH SOUTH EAST WEST,
KILL THE BEST
AND BUY THE REST,
IT'S JUST SPEND A BUCK
TO MAKE A BUCK,
YOU DON'T REALLY GIVE
A FLYING FUCK
ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN MISERY.

IMF DIRTY MF
TAKES AWAY EVERYTHING
IT CAN GET,
ALWAYS MAKING CERTAIN
THAT THERE'S ONE THING LEFT
KEEP THEM ON THE HOOK
WITH INSUPPORTABLE DEBT

SEE THE PAID OFF
LOCAL BOTTOM FEEDERS
PASSING THEMSELVES OFF
AS LEADERS,
KISS THE LADIES,
SHAKE HANDS WITH THE FELLOWS,
OPEN FOR BUSINESS
LIKE A CHEAP BORDELLO.

AND THEY CALL IT DEMOCRACY,
AND THEY CALL IT DEMOCRACY,
AND THEY CALL IT DEMOCRACY,
AND THEY CALL IT DEMOCRACY.

SEE THE LOADED EYES
OF THE CHILDREN TOO,
TRYING TO MAKE THE BEST OF IT
THE WAY KIDS DO.
ONE DAY YOU'RE GOING TO RISE FROM YOUR HABITUAL FEAST
TO FIND YOURSELF STARING DOWN THE THROAT OF THE BEAST
THEY CALL THE REVOLUTION.

IMF DIRTY MF
TAKES AWAY EVERYTHING
IT CAN GET.
ALWAYS MAKING CERTAIN
THAT THERE'S ONE THING LEFT,
KEEP THEM ON THE HOOK
WITH INSUPPORTABLE DEBT.
Writers Jose Lopez Alavez, Bartley Costello

Genres Standard, Latin, Country, Folk

Recorded 2005

Lyrics verse:
I'M FAR
FROM MY HOME,
AND DREAM
IN THE SUNSET
GLOAMING,
I'M LONGING
FOR SOMEONE'S KISSES,
AND TIRED
OF ROAMING.
I'M JUST LIKE
A LEAF,
TOSSED 'ROUND
BY THE WINTRY WEATHER,
I'M WONDERING DEAREST,
WHY YOU AND I
ARE NOT TOGETHER.

Chorus:
I'M WONDERING DEAR,
IF YOU TRULY LOVE ME,
FOR DAYTIME
OR NIGHTTIME,
I'M HOLDING YOU
CLOSE TO MY HEART.
SHOULD WE MEET AGAIN,
WE'LL SMILE THROUGH
AND THEN NO PARTING,
I'M WONDERING LOVE,
JUST WHY YOU AND I
ARE ALONE
AND SIGHING.


Spanish lyrics:

verse:
QUE LEJOS ESTOY,
DEL SUELO DONDE
HE NACIDO,
INTENSA NOSTALGIA
INVADE,
MI PENSAMIENTO.
Y AL VERME TAN,
SOLO Y TRISTE
CUAL HOJA
AL VIENTO,
QUISIERA
LLORAR,
QUISIERA
MORIR
DE SENTIMIENTO.

Chorus:
OH TIERRA DEL SOL,
SUSPIRO POR VERTE,
AHORA QUE LEJOS,
YO VIVO SIN LUZ
SIN AMOR.
Y AL VERME
TAN SOLO
Y TRISTE
CUAL HOJA
AL VIENTO,
QUISIERA
LLOVAR,
QUISIERA
MORIR
DE SENTIMIENTO.
Writers Michael Martin Murphey

Genres Country, Pop, Folk, Classic Country

Recorded 1985

Lyrics SHE CAME TO ME,
SAID SHE KNEW ME,
SAID SHE KNOWN ME A LONG TIME.
AND SHE SPOKE OF BEING IN LOVE
WITH EVERY MOUNTAIN SHE HAD CLIMBED.
AND SHE TALKED OF TRAILS SHE WALKED UP
FAR ABOVE THE TIMBER LINE,
FROM THAT NIGHT
I KNEW I'D WRITE A SONG
WITH CAROLINA IN THE PINES.

THERE'S A NEW MOON
ON THE FOURTEENTH,
FIRST QUARTER
THE TWENTY FIRST.
AND THE FULL MOON
IN THE LAST WEEK
BRINGS A FULLNESS
TO THIS EARTH.
THERE'S NO GUESSWORK
IN THE CLOCKWORK
OF THE WORLD'S HEART OR MIND,
THERE ARE NIGHTS I ONLY FEEL RIGHT
WITH CAROLINA IN THE PINES.

WHEN THE FROST SHOWS ON THE WINDOWS,
AND THE WOODSTALKS SMOKES AND GLOWS,
AS THE FIRE GLOWS
WE CAN WARM OURSELVES
WATCHING RAINBOWS IN THE COALS.

AND WE'LL TALK
OF TRAILS WE WALKED UP
FAR ABOVE THE TIMBER LINE,
THERE ARE NIGHTS
I ONLY FEEL RIGHT
WITH CAROLINA IN THE PINES.
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers James Cavanaugh, John Redmond, Frank Weldon

Genres Standard, Ballad, Holiday, Folk

Recorded 1950

Lyrics verse:
CHRISTMAS IN KILLARNEY
IS WONDERFUL TO SEE,
LISTEN TO MY STORY
AND I'LL TAKE YOU BACK
WITH ME.

Chorus:
THE HOLLY GREEN,
THE IVY GREEN,
THE PRETTIEST PICTURE
YOU'VE EVER SEEN
IS CHRISTMAS IN KILLARNEY
WTH ALL OF THE FOLKS
AT HOME.
IT'S NICE YOU KNOW,
TO KISS YOUR BEAU
WHILE CUDDLING
UNDER THE MISTLETOE,
AND SANTA CLAUS,
YOU KNOW OF COURSE,
IS ONE OF THE BOYS
FROM HOME.
THE DOOR IS ALWAYS OPEN,
THE NEIGHBORS PAY A CALL
AND FATHER JOHN,
BEFORE HE'S GONE,
WILL BLESS THE HOUSE
AND ALL.
HOW GRAND IT FEELS,
TO CLICK YOUR HEELS,
AND JOIN IN THE FUN
OF THE JIGS AND REELS.
I'M HANDING YOU NO BLARNEY,
THE LIKES YOU'VE NEVER KNOWN,
IS CHRISTMAS IN KILLARNEY
WITH ALL OF THE FOLKS
AT HOME.
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Jorge Milchberg, Daniel A. Robles, Paul Simon

Genres Standard, Latin, Pop, Folk

Recorded 1970

Lyrics I'D RATHER BE A SPARROW
THAN A SNAIL,
YES I WOULD,
IF I COULD,
I SURELY WOULD.
I'D RATHER BE A HAMMER
THAN A NAIL,
YES I WOULD,
IF ONLY I COULD,
I SURELY WOULD.

AWAY,
I'D RATHER SAIL AWAY
LIKE A SWAN
THAT'S HERE AND GONE.
A MAN GETS TIED UP
TO THE GROUND,
HE GIVES THE WORLD
ITS SADDEST SOUND,
ITS SADDEST SOUND.

I'D RATHER BE A FOREST
THAN A STREET,
YES I WOULD.
IF I COULD,
I SURELY WOULD.
I'D RATHER FEEL
THE EARTH
BENEATH MY FEET,
YES I WOULD,
IF I ONLY COULD,
I SURELY WOULD.
Writers William Campbell, Thomas McAleese

Genres Rock, Pop, Folk

Recorded 1970

Lyrics FIGHT SAY THE MIGHTY,
SAID THE LITTLE MAN
ON HIS OWN,
I AM LOVE,
HOPE HAS GONE AWAY
AND LEFT ME
AND THE OWLS
GO FAST ASLEEP.

FIGHT SAY THE LEADERS,
EVERYBODY CRIES
IN THE NIGHT,
I AM HERE
AND THIS IS WHERE
MY HOME IS
AND THE OWLS
GO FAST ASLEEP.

PLEASE
TELL MY BROTHERS,
SAID THE LITTLE MAN
ON HIS THRONE.
HE IS US,
AND HOPE DIVINE
TO LIVE FOR
AND THE OWLS
GO FAST ASLEEP.

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!
SAY THE MIGHTY,
SAID THE LITTLE MAN
ON HIS OWN.
I AM LOVE,
HOPE HAS GONE AWAY
AND LEFT ME
AND THE OWLS
GO FAST ASLEEP.

PEACE PEACE PEACE,
ALL MY BROTHERS,
SAID THE LITTLE MAN
ON HIS THRONE.
HE IS LOVE
AND HOPE DIVINE
TO LIVE FOR
AND THE OWLS
GO FAST ASLEEP.
Writers Kevin Welch

Genres Country, Folk

Recorded 1999

Lyrics FIFTY-SIX HOURS
AND FOUR HOURS SLEEP,
WHITE LINES AND ROAD SIGNS
AND DEADLINES TO KEEP.
FIVE MILLION ONE THOUSAND MILES
FROM MY HOME,
CAN'T TELL ME MUCH
'BOUT FEELIN' ALONE.

I HEARD A GUY
SING A SONG THE OTHER NIGHT
'BOUT TRUCK STOPS,
PAY PHONES,
AND TEXACO LIGHTS.
I KNEW EXACTLY THE FEELIN' YOU GET
WHEN IT'S YOUR LAST CHANCE TO CALL HER
AND SHE AIN'T HOME YET.

FIFTY-SIX HOURS
AND FOUR HOURS SLEEP,
WHITE LINES AND ROAD SIGNS
AND DEADLINES TO KEEP.
FIVE MILLION ONE THOUSAND MILES
FROM MY HOME,
CAN'T TELL ME MUCH
'BOUT FEELIN' ALONE.

WELL I WISH
I WAS BOARDING A STREAMLINER TRAIN
UP INTO THE MOUNTAINS
AND OVER THESE PLAINS.
HAVE A GOOD GLASS OF WHISKEY
AND GET ME SOME REST,
LET THE SUPER CHIEF CARRY ME
FURTHER ON WEST.

FIFTY-SIX HOURS
AND FOUR HOURS SLEEP,
WHITE LINES
AND ROAD SIGNS
AND DEADLINES TO KEEP.
FIVE MILLION ONE THOUSAND MILES
FROM MY HOME
CAN'T TELL ME MUCH
'BOUT FEELIN' ALONE.
Writers Oscar Brown Jr.

Genres Standard, Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Folk, Americana, Food

Recorded 1965

Lyrics spoken:
IF I'M NOT MISTAKEN
I ONCE READ,
DURIN' THAT SHORT SPELL
I SPENT IN SCHOOL,
WHERE EVERY SLAVE SET FREE
WAS SUPPOSED TO GET,
FOR SLAVING,
FORTY ACRES AND A MULE.

NOW AIN'T NO TELLING
HOW MUCH WORK WAS DONE
BY MY ANCESTORS
UNDER SLAVER'S RULE,
BUT SURE AS HELL
THE TOTAL'S GOT TO RUN
AT LEAST,
TO FORTY ACRES AND A MULE.

NOW I'M NOT SAYING THIS
TO SEE FOLKS SWEAT,
BECAUSE I'M NOT BITTER,
NEITHER AM I CRUEL,
BUT AIN'T NOBODY PAID
FOR SLAVERY YET
ABOUT MY FORTY ACRES
AND A MULE...

WE HAD A PROMISE
THAT WAS TAKEN BACK,
AND WHEN WE HOLLERED
IT WAS, HUSH, BE COOL!
WELL ME,
I'M BEIN' ROWDY,
HOT AN' BLACK:
I WANT MY FORTY ACRES
AND MY MULE!

DON'T TELL ME
NOT TO GET MYSELF UPSET,
DON'T LOOK AT ME
LIKE I'M SOME KIND OF GHOUL,
JUST ANSWER QUIETLY,
WHEN DO I GET
MY GODDAMN FORTY ACRES
AND MY MULE?

NO THANKS,
I'LL TAKE MY OWN SELF
OUT TO LUNCH.
NO THANKS,
I'LL DIG ME
MY OWN SWIMMING POOL,
AND LAY
AN' PLAY AROUND
WITH MY OWN BUNCH,
IF I GIT FORTY ACRES AND A MULE.

BECAUSE INTEREST GOTTA GO ON
JUST LIKE RENT,
I MAY BE CRAZY,
BUT I AIN'T NO FOOL.
ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF DEBT
AT TEN PERCENT,
PER YEAR,
PER FORTY ACRES,
AN' PER MULE.

NOW ADD THAT UP
AN' OOOOEEEE LOOK-A THERE!
NO WONDER Y'ALL
CALLED GREAT GRANDMA A JEWEL.
JUST PAY ME THAT
AND CALL THE WHOLE THING
SQUARE,
YES LORDY,
FORTY ACRES AND A MULE!
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