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HB Drake Lyrics for David's Albums |
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David
HB Drake Lyrics for David's Albums |
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NEW SONG!
Black Man in the White House
David HB Drake © January 18, 2009
C Em
F
C
In our nation of all colors there is dawning a new day
C
Am Dm
G
Many Sisters, many Brothers have shown a better way
C
E F
D
There’s a bright light from Miss Liberty now shining on the waves…
F
G
Am
(There’s) A Black Man in the White House built by slaves –
F
G
C
A Black Man in the White House built by slaves
It’s forty years since Martin lead his
march across the land
Now the people see the waking of the dream that he began
And Old Abe in silence watches as our history turns a page…
There’s a Black Man in the White House built by slaves –
A Black Man in the White House built by slaves.
How many years we’ve waited for a chance
to cast a vote
For all souls created equal as the Founding Fathers wrote
Now we finally can have hope to live the promise that they gave…
There’s a Black Man in the White House built by slaves –
A Black Man in the White House built by slaves.
I see Sister Oprah smiling as she wipes
a tear away
And Brother Jesse never thought he’d live to see this day
But somewhere old Ku Klux Klansmen must be spinning in their graves…
There’s a Black Man in the White House built by slaves –
A Black Man in the White House built by slaves.
In our nation of all colors there is
dawning a new day
Many Sisters, many Brothers have shown a better way
Now the sun shines off his flag pin as our new President waves…
F
G
Am
There’s A Black Man in the White House built by slaves –
TAG: E
Am ~ D
A Black Man in the White House built by slaves …
F
G
C
There’s A Black Man in the White House built by slaves!
(Adapted
from a song by Scott Alarick) Capo 2 to sound in D
C
Early
in the morning with the dew just forming
C
F
C
in the grass of the green wood tree
F
C
Lead
me to a lake, it's all it will take
D
G
it's just like heaven to me
C
Later
in the evening with the sun just leaving
C
F
C
all wet and pink on the shore
F
C
Leave
me to lying ‘neath a tall old pine
D
G
C
and bother me no more.
(Chorus)
F
C
C
G
Am
G
L.A.'s
got the climate, Boston's got the sea,
C
F
C
C
G
C
Denver's
got the Rockies, Wisconsin's got to me
There's a blizzard coming like a holy summons come in from Copper Falls
White
winds wail like an old wives tale and the crystal snowflakes fall
But
everyone's lying round the fireside passing hot spiced cider ‘round
It
can blow all night cause it's such a sight in the morning when the wind dies
down.
(CHORUS)
Now
people will say that there's a lot to pay, the whole wide year around
If
the heat don't beat you, the mosquitoes eat you, you can slip in the mud and
drown
Before
you're knowing it's always snowing
so deep you cannot see
But
once or twice it's just so nice its just like heaven to me.
(CHORUS
TWICE)
(Adapted
by Dan Kedding)
C F C
I've
crossed the broad Flambeau, I've portaged the Fox,
C
Am
D
G
Swum
the Little Copper and followed the Black
C
F
C
The
Sugar is muddy, the St. Croix is clear
C
G
C
Down
by the Eau Claire I courted my dear.
CHORUS:
C
F
C
G
Lie
lie lie, lee lee lee, give me your hand,
C
F
C
G
C
Lie
lie lie, lee lee lee, give me your hand,
C
F
C
G
Lie
lie lie, lee lee lee, give me your hand,
G
G
C
There's
many a river that crosses our land.
The
sweet Chippewa it runs frosty and gliding
The
Crooked Rock River is weaving and winding
The
old Wisconsin courses the plain
I
never will walk by the Eau Claire again
(CHORUS)
She
hugged me, she kissed me, she called me her dandy
The
Wolf it is rocky, the Plover is sandy,
She
hugged me,
she kissed me, she called me her own
Down
by the Eau Claire she left me alone.
(CHORUS)
The
girls of the Peshtigo, they're fair and they're pretty
Big
Rib and Yellow have many of beauty,
The
Kickapoo flows swiftly past girls by the shore
Down
by the Eau Claire I'll wander no more
(CHORUS)
(David
HB Drake )
(CAPO 3rd Fret to sound in Cm)
Am
C
G
In
sunless holds of rotting ships we take the wild Atlantic Trip
Am
G
F
E
Am
To
greet the Ellis Island slip with our eyes and bellies hollow
Am
C
G
A
place to love, a place to pray, a chance to work for decent pay
Am
G
F
E
Am
And
leave our marks along the way for those who soon will follow.
[CHORUS]
C
G
Am
F
On
to America We cry, We've come to live, perhaps to die
Am
G
F
E
On
untilled land with endless sky...God knows what We'll become?
C
G
Am
F
The
old world is behind us now, We'll hitch our hopes up to a plow
Am
G
F
E
Am
And
live in freedom here somehow in a land called Kingdom Come!
From
Germany and France we came to northern lands with Indian names
To
make our farms and lay our claims to forest, field, and county.
The
sons of Norway, Finns and Poles, to cut the trees and mine the coal
And
for our freedom risk our souls to seek the young land's bounty.
[CHORUS]
We
face the western wagon track with what we carry on our backs
But
find a corner in our sacks for one small piece of homeland.
A
carved wood box, a piece of lace, a picture of my mother's face,
The
seeds of our ancestral place to plant here where we now stand.
[CHORUS]
We'll
live in freedom here somehow...In a land called Kingdom Come!
WHEN I FIRST CAME TO THIS LAND
(Collected
by Oscar Brand)
C
F
C
F
C
G
C
When
I first came to this land, I was not a wealthy man
C
F
C
G
C
So
I got myself a shack, and I did what I could.
F
C
G
C
And
I call my shack "Break my back"
C
F
C
G C
But
the land was sweet and good, and I did what I could.
When
I first came to this land, I was not a wealthy man
So
I got myself a farm, and I did what I could.
And
I call my farm "Muscle in my arm"
And
I call my shack "Break my back"
But
the land was sweet and good, and I did what I could.
When
I first came to this land, I was not a wealthy man
So
I got myself a duck, and I did what I could.
And
I call my duck "out of luck"
And
I call my farm "Muscle in my arm"
And
I call my shack "Break my back"
But
the land was sweet and good, and I did what I could.
When
I first came to this land, I was not a wealthy man
So
I got myself a cow, and I did what I could.
And
I call my cow "No milk now"
And
I call my duck "out of luck"
And
I call my farm "Muscle in my arm"
And
I call my shack "Break my back"
But
the land was sweet and good, and I did what I could.
When
I first came to this land, I was not a wealthy man
So
I got myself a wife, and I did what I could.
And
I call my wife, "Joy of my life"
And
I call my cow "No milk now"
And
I call my duck "out of luck"
And
I call my farm "Muscle in my arm"
And
I call my shack "Break my back"
But
the land was sweet and good, and I did what I could.
(Make
up additional verses!)
(CD
and 1998 cassette only / not on video)
David
HB Drake / c. September 26, 1989
(Acapella
/ Usually in Dm)
Dm
C A7
My
name is Will Penrose, I am a lead miner
Dm
C A7
In
southwest Wisconsin I spent of my time
Dm
C
Dm
A7
In
Platteville the year was eighteen forty- five
Dm
A7
Dm
When
I went to work in the Big Bevans Mine.
Pull
out my short shovel, my pick and my auger
One
foot in the bucket, one hand on the line
They
lowered us down where Galena was waiting
A
vein of lead ore in the Big Bevans Mine.
Crawl
into the bear hole with hands and knees bleeding
Muck
out the rough ore, Lord, it's breaking my spine
With
no light to see but my small stickin' Tommy
I
labored a year in the Big Bevans Mine.
Now
I was so poor that I lived in the mine shaft
Behind
the gob-walling my dinner I'd dine
I
lived underground, so they called me a “badger”
And
I lived and died in the Big Bevans Mine.
One
day after blasting they called for a trimmer
I
needed the money, the job it was mine
I
poked at the ceiling to check for loose rock there
When
a rumbling roared out of the Big Bevans Mine.
The
last thing I saw were the walls closing round me
I
died with no marker, no tombstone so fine
But
my picture, it stands on the flag of Wisconsin
I
am a lead miner from the Big Bevans Mine.
(Sally
Rogers)
**A
CAPELLA / USUALLY IN “A”
(CHORUS)
A
D
Oh
Agnes, won't you go with me?
We'll be married in style
D
A
E
And
we'll cross Lake Michigan, so blue and so wild.
A
D
We'll
cross over Lake Michigan till we come to the shore
D
A
E
D
And
our orchards will blossom for our babes as they're born.
Oh
yes, I will go with thee, leave the city behind,
Though
my parents think little of our life on a farm
Oh
to leave the gay city life, to be married on a farm
But
I'll watch the orchards bloom in spring,
spend the winters warm in your arms.
(CHORUS)
Three
children she gave to him, Curtis, Addie, and Dee,
And
their fourth child, little Gussy came, ten years after these,
And
she raised them with loving hand and with firmness of mind
And
she raised them through troubled times,
Agnes, strong willed and kind.
(CHORUS)
Now
three score years have gone and past, like the fruit on the tree
And
her children have children, with babes on their knees
And
they all join in the summertime on the crystal lake shore
To
meet Grandma Agnes, now twelve years and four-score.
(CHORUS)
(Carl
Sandburg)
G
G
D
My
name is Jon Jonson, I come from Wisconsin , I work in the lumber- woods there
D
D
When
I go down the street, the people I meet,
They say... "What's your name?"
...and
I say (REPEAT)
(Traditional)
D
A
A
D
A
is for ax, and that we all know,
B is for boy who can use it also
D
A
A
D
C
is for chopping, our work to begin, and D is for danger we always are in.
(CHORUS)
D
A
So
merry, so merry, so merry are we
A
D
No
mortal on earth is as happy as we
D
A
With
a hey-derry, die-derry, do-derry dum
A
D
Give
a shantyboy grub and then nothing goes wrong.
E
is for echo that through the woods ring, F is for foreman, the head of our gang
G
is for grindstone at night we do turn and H is for handle, oh so smoothly worn
(CHORUS)
I
is for iron that we mark our pines, J is for jovial we are all the time
K
is for keen edge, our axes we keep and L is for lice that keep us from sleep.
(CHORUS)
M
is for moss that we chink our camps,
N is for needle that we mend our pants
O
is for owl who hoots in the night and P is for pine that we always fell right.
(CHORUS)
Q
is for quick that we put ourselves to, R is for river we haul the logs to
S
is for sleigh that we haul the logs on, and T is for team , that pulls them
along.
(CHORUS)
U
is for uses we put ourselves to, V is for valley we haul the logs through
W
is for woods that we leave in the spring, and that's all the verses that I'm
going to sing!
(CHORUS)
(Traditional)
A
CAPELLA/ USUALLY SUNG IN “D”
(Chorus)
D
A
D
Have
you ever been down to the cranberry bogs?
D
A
Some
of the houses are hewn out of logs.
D
A
D
The
walls, they are board, sawn from the pine
D
A
D
That
grow in the country called the cranberry clime.
Well,
you asked me to sing and I'll sing you a song
Of
how in the marshes we all get along
Bohemian
and Irish and Yankee and Dutch
In
the cranberry bogs you will find the whole bunch.
(CHORUS)
Now
the wheat, it is in, and the hay it is stacked
Cranberries
ripen, our old clothes we'll pack
Then
down to the marshes to rake and to hoe
And
dance to the music of the fiddle and bow.
(CHORUS)
It's
all down to Mercer our tickets to buy
And
to all our families we will bid good-bye
For
fun and for profit our plans to reside
For
two or three weeks in the cranberry clime.
(CHORUS)
All
day in the marshes our rakes we do pull
We
feel the best when our boxes are full
In
the evening we'll dance, till we're all fried out
And
wish the cranberries would never give out.
(CHORUS)
(David
HB Drake)
(On
videotape song is in "D" on concertina)
D
G
D
Over
inland sea waters we pitch and we rock,
D
C A
On
the blue Great Lakes Waters a'rolling...
D
G
D
Through
her locks and her docks sail the lakeships on down,
D
C
D
Singing
where do you come from and where are you bound?
[CHORUS]
Tell
me where do you come from and where are you bound?
On
the blue Great Lakes waters a'rolling...
Where
a ship can be lost or a friend can be found
Tell
me
where do you come from and where are you bound?
To
the port of Green Bay now our course will be set, On the...
In
the wake of Marquette where the first port was found, Singing...
[CHORUS]
Then
it's onward to Ashland on the great inland seas, One the..
For
a cargo of trees that Jon Jonson cut down, Singing...
[CHORUS]
To
the port of Milwaukee for shore leave this year, On the ...
For
to sing a song here, so let's have one more round, Singing ...
[CHORUS]
Tell
me where do you come from and where are you bound?
NOTE:
Many more verses are possible to be improvised on almost any Great Lakes
port.
That's what's it's all about!
For instance, in the version that's on the ONE MORE HORIZON TAPE, there's
a verse that goes:
Then
its on to Duluth for our cargo exchange, On the..
From
the vast iron range load her rich rusty ground, Singing...
(Anna
Lee Scully)
A CAPELLA/ USUALLY IN “A”
(CHORUS)
Many
many many many many many cows, Many many many many many many cows!
Out
on the hillside, out in the field, Many many cows, kicking up their heels.
Out
on the
hillside, out in the field, Don't it make you think when you drink....
MILK!
MOO-O-O!
(CHORUS)
You
look underneath, there's something neat, There's a bag of milk above their feet.
Take
that bag you call an udder, and Shake it real hard and you'll get...
BUTTER!
MOO-O-O!
(CHORUS)
Some
are spotted and some are plain, But you look inside, they're all the same.
Some
are brown and some are black, Stand in the front, don't stand in the...
BACK!
MOO-O-O!
(CHORUS)
They
chew their cud and they think it's fine, In fact they chew it all the time.
Chew
and chew as the day goes by, If it goes straight through, it will be cow...
PIE!
MOO-O-O!
(CHORUS)
Out
on the hillside, out in the farm, It took many cows to spin this yarn.
Out
on the
hillside, out in the field, Don't it make you think when you drink....
MILK!
MOO-O-O!
(Charlie
Macguire)
(CHORUS)
F
C
G
C
Getting
in the cows, shoo them in the barn, Put them in the stanchion, turn the radio
on,
F
C
C
G
C
Milk
them all dry, send them out again, Wait a month on the dairy for the check to
come in.
C
F
C
Am
D7
G
I
start my day in the sun-up dark,
Going down the lane to get the milk cows up,
C
F
C
Got
a Holstein and a jersey and a one-eyed steer,
C
G
C
And
an old brown cow that jumps fences like a deer.
F
C
G
C
Dew's
on the ground and my feet are wet, I've got a light in my hand and a hat on my
head,
F
C
G
C
Down
to the pasture to get my herd, Just chewing their cud and looking at the birds.
(CHORUS)
Well,
get up you cows, and I get them on the move,
Their
udders are swinging like water in balloons
They
go up to the barn and they know their place,
I
put the lead one first and I close the gate.
Bring
the cart around, give them all some feed,
They
lick their nose, flap their ears at me
Put
on the machine and it feels so good
Just
to let down their milk like a good cow should.
(CHORUS)
Now
a tourist says a cow's face looks so fine,
But
I see their back-ends most of the time
Work
all summer to put hay in the mow
And
I work all winter to feed it to the cows.
Milking's
all done, got the weather report,
Got
my day all planned for my job of work
Back
to the pasture goes part of my life,
Going
to go in the house and hug my wife.
(CHORUS)
(Brian
Davies)
Capo
3 to sound in D#
(C)
G
C
There's
the town...
Guess it's better seen in early light of morning
Am
F
G
Looks
run down...Father
wrote that it's been loosing since the new highway went through
G
C
Here's
the place...I was born and raised with seven at the table.
Am
F
G
Looks
so small...
Wonder how this farm can raise a family comfortably at all?
G
And
I want to show you fields I reaped and gathered as I grew
C
C
And
I wanted you to see the old Wisconsin that I knew.
Other
days...might see deer in open field beside the cattle
Unafraid...
until Chicago rifles taught them all
to keep inside the woods.
Find
the door...many years since this old barn has felt a hammer
Many
more...since I heard the sound the wind makes
fifty feet above the floor
It's
a sound that sets you dreaming if it's dreaming that you do
And
I wanted you to see the old Wisconsin that I knew.
F
Em
October
brought the winter snows from Canada
F
G
C
We'd
pass away the time until the spring
F
Em
April
brought the good smell of the earth again
Dm
G
Too
many years ago it seems...
Is
it late?... In remembering
I've forgotten of the hour
Come
away... watch the sun die in the pine trees,
watch the moon rise on the lake
It's
a land that sets you dreaming if it's dreaming that you do
And
I wanted you to see the old Wisconsin that I knew.
(On
videotape only/ capo 3 to sound in D#)
Written
in 1909 Made official State Song in 1959
C
On
Wisconsin, On Wisconsin,
Grand
Old Badger State!
G
C
We,
thy loyal sons and daughters,
D
G
Hail
thee, good and great.
G C
On
Wisconsin, On Wisconsin,
F
E
Champion
of the right,
F
C
"Forward",
Our Motto,
C G
C