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Hickory
04:51
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If I could do it all again
I hope I wouldn’t go
I’d tell that handsome dark-haired man
“Thank you the answer’s no”
Foolish me, I had dreamed I’d
Be a soldier’s bride
And I blushed when he asked me to
Lay down by his side
His eyes were bright and shining
He was strong like an oak tree
He was the very first man I’d known
Not a boy from Hickory
Oh me oh my oh
What will become of me?
Oh dear when I die oh
Take me back to Hickory
He confessed in the dark that night
He was absent without leave
He’d slipped away at Fredericksburg
On a dark and quiet eve
He laid his head upon my breast
Told me he was afraid
Of the fighting, fever, & cold
Of how he’d run away
He said, “Follow me to Asheville
We’ll cross west through Tennessee
Ride all the way to Kansas
Leave behind your Hickory”
Oh me oh my oh
What will become of me?
Oh dear when I die oh
Take me back to Hickory
I could have have stopped right there
Bid him fare thee well
But I was young and I let him
Damn us both to hell
We didn’t make the mountains, no
They stopped us on the road
Hanged him for a traitor and left me
Far away from home
With a baby in my womb
And far from my family
Today I curse that coward’s name
Take me back, Hickory
Oh me oh my oh
What will become of me?
Oh dear when I die oh
Take me back to Hickory
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Mr. Charles Harned
04:24
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Mr. Charles Harned, your life sure looks fine
You made a million dollars just chipping away
In the Wall Street silver mine
Where you buy for a nickel
And you sell for a dime
Mr. Charles Harned, your wife is trifling and mean
It’s no wonder the you’ve been riding the train
Heading down to New Orleans
With a dance-hall sweetheart
Acting like she’s a queen
Cause you are a rascal and a cheat and a liar and thief
And you ain’t no pal of mine
The road to perdition will come to fruition
The moment that you die
Mr. Charles Harned
Mr. Charles Harned, I know that you’ve been ill
And the cough has gotten in you and the doctors have exhausted
All their tonics and their pills
This train will be your coffin
Before you reach Danville
Cause you are a rascal and a cheat and a liar and thief
And you ain’t no pal of mine
The road to perdition will come to fruition
The moment that you die
Mr. Charles Harned
Mr. Charles Harned, where are you now?
Is it God’s holy angel or an imp of the devil
Wiping sweat off of your brow?
I think I know
Where you landed somehow
Cause you are a rascal and a cheat and a liar and thief
And you ain’t no pal of mine
The road to perdition will come to fruition
The moment that you die
Mr. Charles Harned
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Man in Gray
04:01
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Hey there boys, we’re the Carolina infantry
It don’t care about you, it don’t care about me
Promised a dollar, haven’t see a dime
And I should do it for Dixie? Well, ain't that fine
Hey there boys, I don’t know if you’ve heard
This road we’re on goes to Fredericksburg
I’m tired of the cold, and of sleeping in the corn
I’d sell my boots to eat something warm
Don’t you hear that whip-poor-will call?
He’s singing our names as the evening falls
And I feel it, deep down in my bones
That we’re never going to make it home
All the girls want a man in gray
I believe that’s what those posters say
All the girls want a man in gray
Hey there boys, it’s a free state in Kansas
We could light out now, take out chances
Don’t worry about JEB, Jackson, or Lee
They won’t miss us much I guarantee
Don’t you hear that whip-poor-will call?
He’s singing our names as the evening falls
And I feel it, deep down in my bones
That we’re never going to make it home
All the girls want a man in gray
I believe that’s what those posters say
All the girls want a man in gray
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Glory
04:08
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I was a young man, with a belly full of sin
I was not ready to let my savior in
Left my home in Caroline
With the devil right behind
Never thought about the glory of the lord
In Johnson City, my soul was finally spent
I felt the call of a white revival tent
When the preacher spoke in tongues
I heard what I could become
If I gave my glory to the lord
Oh the way I give glory to the lord
Oh the way I give glory to the lord
You can hear the people shout
When I drive the devil out
That’s the way I give glory to the lord
That’s the way I give glory to the lord
The gospel says don’t fear a deadly thing
Give yourself over to the king of kings
I don’t fear the serpent’s bite
Cause I know my faith is right
And that’s that the way I give glory to the lord
Oh the way I give glory to the lord
Oh the way I give glory to the lord
You can hear the people shout
When I drive the devil out
That’s the way I give glory to the lord
That’s the way I give glory to the lord
I left the hollers of eastern Tennessee
To bring the good news to my kin in Hickory
I cured them of their pain
With blessed Jesus’s name
That’s that the way I give glory to the lord
Oh the way I give glory to the lord
Oh the way I give glory to the lord
You can hear the people shout
When I drive the devil out
That’s the way I give glory to the lord
That’s the way I give glory to the lord
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5. |
Glory (Reprise)
03:05
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6. |
Knoxville Bound
02:58
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Oh baby
I’m Knoxville bound
And I heard
You might be hanging round
And I was hoping
That you still know how to sin
Got on the road
At half past two
And the whole time
I’ve been picturing you
Wearing
Nothing but a grin
I’m driving fast, Going down the road
Slow down
Pretty baby or I might explode
Oh darling
The state you put me in
I looked for you
Until the crack of dawn
And I heard
How you been carrying on
Dancing
Til you wore right through the floor
Why don’t you
Answer your phone?
You’re leaving
Me all alone
And it makes me
Want you so much more
Now I know where you are
I don’t care where you been
I’m knocking pretty baby won’t you let me in?
Don’t leave me
Hanging outside your door
I’m leaving
Tennessee
Without
Your company
Gonna find me
A baby that’s sweet and true
I’m passing
Through Gatlinburg
Your sister’s
There the last I heard
And I understand
That she’s been feeling blue
I’ll pop on in
Give her the time
Take her with me on down the line
We’ll be happy
Until I think of you
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I don’t like those shoes
Those heavy black shoes
Momma says I gotta wear
I don’t think I do
I hid them underneath the hickory tree
Ran off feeling free
But I knew the rule
And when I got to school
Teacher Mary would be scowling at me
Oh, Missy, where’s your shoes?
I don’t like those shoes
Those heavy black shoes
Momma says I gotta wear
I don’t think I do
Everybody thinks I should be ashamed
But I’m staking a claim
I don’t think that it’s fair
Boys feet can be bare
And the girls aren’t treated the same
Oh, Missy, where’s your shoes?
I don’t like those shoes
Those heavy black shoes
Momma says I gotta wear
I don’t think I do
I’ve been walking on the ground all summer long
I’m tough and strong
If you send me home
I’ll walk all alone
Singing a traveling song
Oh, Missy, where’s your shoes?
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I Thought You Had Money
03:31
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I thought you had money, you thought I did too
We’d be together and well-to-do
But how lucky that we never knew
You love me, I’m mad about you
I thought you had a fancy house fit for a tsar
A brand new shiny motor car
A butler and a maid
To bring me ice-cold lemonade
And I wanted you to marry me
I hoped that you’d believe
I had money
But that wasn’t true
I thought you had money, you thought I did too
We’d be together and well-to-do
But how lucky that we never knew
You love me, I’m mad about you
You thought I was very debonaire
Most certainly a millionaire
I’d buy you a diamond ring
You’d be queen to my king
But I found out after our embrace
That you were just a pretty face
Without money
No revenue
Instead of Paris
We can go to the matinee
Who would have thought that
Life could be so gay
It doesn’t matter whatever we do
I’m happy as long as I’m with you
I thought you had money, you thought I did too
We’d be together and well-to-do
But how lucky that we never knew
You love me, I’m mad about you
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10. |
Bull City
04:17
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I hear the whistle in the morning
Long before a body can feel the sun
Another day for me, working at the ATC
Making money for Mr Duke and his sons
Six days a week I pull the stem off the leaf
Cuts my hands and makes my fingers sore
Mr Duke will say, he hardly has to pay
All the women who were widowed in the war
I’m alright don’t you worry mama
I’m getting by the best I can
Don’t you cry
We’ll be together in the by and by
Playing in the angel band
I wish I had never come to Durham
Bull City never treated me very well
It just bound me down, in the Carolina ground
Old Mr. Duke you can go to hell
I’m alright don’t you worry mama
I’m getting by the best I can
Don’t you cry
We’ll be together in the by and by
Playing in the angel band
But Daughter Sarah writes from Kansas
I hardly know her for the way that she has grown
She’ll never waste away in Mr Duke’s factory
She has some land and a little one of her own
I’m alright don’t you worry mama
I’m getting by the best I can
Don’t you cry
We’ll be together in the by and by
Playing in the angel band
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11. |
I Won't Wake You Up
05:25
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In the morning I’ll be gone
Long before the dawn
I hate myself more than you’ll know
But darling sleep tight
Until the morning light
I won’t wake you up when I go
I won’t wake you up when I go
I won’t wake you up when I go
My god you look sweet
Lying there asleep
And I won’t wake you up when I go
My home in Georgia was green and fair
But nothing can compare
To New York City in the snow
But I couldn’t make it pay
Nothing came my way
So I’m leaving with my head bowed down low
I won’t wake you up when I go
I won’t wake you up when I go
My god you look sweet
Lying there asleep
And I won’t wake you up when I go
North on Park Avenue
The station is in view
And the black sky turns indigo
I can see the Hudson’s mouth
In the dark heading south
And on the left will be the sunlight’s first glow
I won’t wake you up when I go
I won’t wake you up when I go
My god you look sweet
Lying there asleep
And I won’t wake you up when I go
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Andy Bunn Bellingham, Washington
Andy Bunn is a songwriter living in Bellingham WA who writes character-focused
songs.
Some of the stories in the songs stick mostly to the facts and some are tall tales. The characters in the stories feel real to him and that’s enough.
In addition to solo stuff, he plays bluegrass in the High Mountain String Band.
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