July 2007

• Traditional
• Talent:
  • Old Crow Medicine Show
  • Adrienne Young - vocals, banjo

My old hen’s a good old hen
She lays eggs for the railroad men
Sometimes eight, sometimes ten
That’s enough for the railroad men

Cluck old hen, cluck and squall
Ain’t laid an egg since late last fall
Cluck old hen, cluck and sing
Ain’t laid an egg since last last spring

My old hen’s a good old hen
She lays eggs for the railroad men
Sometimes one, sometimes two
That’s enough for the whole damn crew

• Written by Adrienne Young
• AddieBelle Music-BMI

I have wandered through the hills of better days
Broken my own heart with my cheatin’ ways
So I’ll try to make amends, I will rectify
All the time I spent more dead than alive

Darlin’, hitch up the Conestoga
Ride me gently to and fro
I have searched many a lifetime
All for what I do not know
All for what I know

Give me freedom like the flight of a raven’s wing
Lie down with the sun, rise and start to sing
Lonesome doves will always find their way back home
But there’s seed to feed anywhere we roam

I will take the reins when you need to sleep
I will soothe your pain if your back grows weak
But firs these words you must speak
I am ready to go, I’m ready to go

Darlin’, pack up the Conestoga
Ride me gently sweet and low
I have searched many a lifetime
All for what I do not know
All for what I know

Ready to go, ready to go

• Traditional
• Arranged by Old Crow Medicine Show
• Blood Donor Music

I walked on down that lonesome line
Hung my head and I cried
I wept and I cried under a willow tree
Out by the deep blue sea
My mama, my dear papa can be found
And my brother on a county road
Now I been down that long plank walk
I’m on my way back home

You cause me to weep, you do cause me to moan
You cause me to leave my home
I cried last night and the night before
I swear I won’t cry anymore

Your fast mail train comin’ ’round that track
Killed my brown-eyed boy
They took him down that smokey track
Brought him back on a cooling board
Now I’m lookin’ down that lonesome line
Just as far as I care to see
I have no money, lost my brown-eyed boy
These blues won’t set me free

You do cause me to weep, you do cause me to moan
You cause me to leave my home
I cried last night and the night before
I swear I won’t cry anymore

• Written by Adrienne Young
• AddieBelle Music-BMI

Gonna take a long time to get over you
Love’s poison addiction offers me no rescue
Gonna be a hard road back to where I started from
‘Cause you touched the deepest part of me and filled me with your song
And I sang along

I believe in you and what you gotta do
But what you’re goin’ through is poison, poison to the two of us
Used to stand so tall
Till I took the fall, greatest fall of all
Was when I fell for you

Our cloudy skies held lonely forms
Your anger familiar thick as air before a storm
Now lookin’ back I know the truth was plain to see
I built my world around you ’cause I
I needed to believe
And I still believe

Time and time again we tried so hard to win
But the pleasures of a foolish paradise
Is nothing but a sin

• Written by Adrienne Young and Carter Wood
• AddieBelle Music-BMI / CW Springhouse Music-ASCAP

To prey upon a kind and generous heart
To turn away from and leave a mark
To go too far just to make yourself feel better
But you could not steal her song

Her eyes were watching God
Never felt any pain at all
From gravel to gold she walks
She’s not long for this world
She’s not long for this

To plant the smallest seed
That bears the bitterest fruit
To still believe the sweetest truth
Hold up the lie till the sun shines through it
Don’t you let them steal your song

Your eyes are watching God
No need to feel any shame at all
From gravel to gold we walk
You’re not long for this world
You’re not long for this

Moving towards the light
Peace follows the flight

Our eyes are watching God
No need to feel any pain at all
From gravel to gold we walk
We’re not long for this world
We’re not long for this

• Written by Adrienne Young & Alice Randell
• AddieBelle Music-BMI / Mother Dixie-ASCAP

My blood does remember the rhythm of a drum
Beat by a boy soldier whose revolution won
I’ve carried pretty flowers to fallen heroes’ graves
And stood in silence honoring the price our fathers paid

This was their flag, but this ain’t their fight
Dirty with oil, tattered by spite
This was their flag, but this ain’t their fight

So what do you call justice and what is freedom for?
Don’t let the town crier decide if we go to war
‘Cause this ain’t about your metal
The choice is of the soul
And hate is never brave while mercy’s always, always bold

Blinded by stars, tangled in stripes
This is our flag, but this ain’t our fight
Dirty with oil, tattered by spite
This is our flag, but this ain’t our fight
This is my flag, but this ain’t my fight

Now I was born a rebel, I question what I’m told
No wonder this young skin I’m wearin’
Feels so old

Don’t be blinded by stars, tangled by stripes
This is our flag, but this ain’t our fight
Dirty with oil, tattered with spite
This is our flag, but this ain’t our fight
This is my flag, but this ain’t my fight

• Traditional

I am my mama’s darlin’ boy
I am my mama’s darlin’ boy
I am my mama’s darlin’ boy
Play a little tun called “Soldier’s Joy”

Fifteen cents for morphine
And twenty-five cents for the beer
It’s fifteen cents for the morphine
Gonna take me away from here

I love somebody, yes I do
I love somebody, yes I do
I love somebody, yes I do
I love somebody, and it might be you

I’m a-gonna get a drink, don’t you wanna go?
I’m a-gonna get a drink, don’t you wanna go?
I’m a-gonna get a drink, don’t you wanna go?
Go down that Georgia road

• Written by Johnny Cash & Charlie Williams
• Chappell & Co.
• Talent:
  • Adrienne Young - vocals, guitar
  • Courtney Little - vocals, guitar
  • Ketcham Secor - vocals, fiddle, banjo
  • Dave Roe - bass fiddle
  • Rick Lonow - drums

On a Monday I was arrested
On a Tuesday they locked me in a jail
On a Wednesday my trial was protested
On a Thursday they said guilty and that old gavel fell

I got stripes wrapped around my shoulders
I got chains around my feet
I got stripes wrapped around my shoulders
And these chains, these chains they ’bout to drag me down

On a Monday my mama came to see
On a Tuesday they caught me with a file
On a Wednesday I’m down in solitary
On a Thursday I start on bread and water for awhile

• Traditional
• Talent:
  • Adrienne Young - banjo
  • Old Crow Medicine Show

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