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It's Christmastime in Washington
(c) Rickey Pittman and Jed Marum, 2015
It's Christmastime in Washington but I don't share their cheer
They can't abide our history nor the flag that I hold dear
"Good Will to Men!" I hear them say - but there's no compromise
As long as Southern Heritage is hateful in their eyes
In the days of Reconstruction we took all that we could take
They took our rights - they took our land - with laws we didn't make
And now they think society'd be gen'rally improved
If we'd accept the history that's Fed'rally approved
CHO
Oh won't you come back General Jackson
And won't you come back General Lee
We're calling our Southrons to action
To honor and defend our history
From Hollywood to Washington the "Bright Lights of the World"
Will point their fingers at our flag and say it must be furled
They say that speech is free today, their high court has approved
It's free, of course - as long as it's been Fed'rally approved!
It's Christmastime in Washington, they decorate the town
The "Winter Solstice Holidays" are what they call them now
They've pruged the past - they've trashed the truth - but we see through their lies
As long as Southern Heritage is hateful in their eyes
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2. |
Bonnie Blue Flag
02:29
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Bonnie Blue Flag
by Harry McCarthy
We are a band of brothers and native to the soil?
Fighting for our liberty, with treasure, blood and toil?
And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far?
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!
Hurrah! Hurrah!?
For Southern rights, hurrah!?
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
As long as the Union was faithful to her trust?
Like friends and like brethren, kind we were, and just?
But now, when Northern treachery attempts our rights to mar?
We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Hurrah! Hurrah! ?
For Southern rights, hurrah!?
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
* instrumental *
Then here’s to our Confederacy, strong we are and brave,?
Like patriots of old we’ll fight, our heritage to save;?
And rather than submit to shame, to die we would prefer,?
So cheer, cheer for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Hurrah! Hurrah!?
For Southern rights, hurrah!?
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
Hurrah! Hurrah!?
For Southern rights, hurrah!?
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
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3. |
That Devil Forrest
03:36
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That Devil Forrest
(c) Jed Marum and Rickey Pittman, 2016
{intro/turn}
Standing six foot high,
Fiery dark blue eyes
Master of men
Pointing up to heaven
Calling down the good Lord’s Wrath,
That devil, Forrest.
He’d smash the Yankee host
Be the first there with the most,
Never lost a fight,
Knew his cause was right,
Knew his power and his might
That devil, Forrest.
They tried hem him in
At Fort Donelson
But he slipped out
He would not give in,
For his force would ride again,
That devil, Forrest.
{inst/turn}
Black rebels by his side,
Among his best they’d ride
Armed to the hilt
Many Yankees kilt
And they sent them straight to hell
That devil, Forrest.
CHO:
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4. |
Pappy's Old Magnolia
01:09
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My Pappy's Old Magnolia
(c) Jed Marum, 2016
When my ol' Pappy died, ya know
And man, he died so hard
I planted a magnolia tree
For him, in my front yard
With reverent hands, I tended it
For years I watched it grow
Straight and true, for all the world
Like him so long ago
He battled the oppressor's hand
For liberty and freedom
And a vindication of the Cause
When that Cause was beaten
But my old Pappy sang the songs
And told us of the battles
We sang along, my brothers and me
Like comrades in his travels
I think about the things he taught
And sometimes shed a tear
And I swell with pride as his magnolia
Blossoms every year
I sing his songs, I tell his tales
Most everywhere I go
My sons and me we don't forget
We watch his old tree grow
So when you say you'll cut it down
Because you think it's ugly
All I say is, "Come and take it,
Over my dead body."
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Dixie
02:12
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Dixie's Land
by Daniel Decatur Emmett
Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten.
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land!
In Dixie's Land, where I was born in,
early on one frosty mornin'.
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land!
I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie's Land I'll take my stand,
to live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie!
Away, away, away down south in Dixie!
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6. |
The Old Folks at Home
03:21
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Old Folks at Home
by Stephen Foster, 1851
Way down upon the Swanee River,
Far, far away,
There's where my heart is turning ever,
There's where the old folks stay.
All up and down the whole creation,
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for the old plantation,
And for the old folks at home
Chorus
All the world is sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam;
Oh, people how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home!
2nd verse
All round the little farm I wandered
When I was young,
Then many happy days I squandered,
Many the songs I sung.
When I was playing with my brother
Happy was I;
Oh, take me to my kind old mother!
There let me live and die.
3rd Verse
One little hut among the bushes,
One that I love
Still sadly to my memory rushes,
No matter where I rove.
When will I see the bees a-humming
All round the comb?
When will I hear the banjo strumming,
Down in my good old home?
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7. |
Jim Limber's Ghost
03:04
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Jim Limber’s Ghost
(c) Rickey Pittman
Come my children and follow me,
To the old sad South of 1863.
I’ll tell you of a black orphan child,
Cold, hungry, yet so sweet and mild,
Jim Limber is his name.
Walk with me through those Richmond streets,
Feel the February cold, hear the marching feet
Of soldiers of the blue and gray
See the tears of this orphan as he knelt to pray,
Jim Limber is his name.
The fever took his parents
When he was only five years old,
An orphan’s life was all he had,
Cold, hungry and alone.
Varina Davis rescued him,
From a guardian’s brutal blows,
Brought him to her family,
And gave him brand new clothes.
He lived there in the White House,
With Maggie, Jeff, and Joe
Then he vanished in the past,
When the Yankees made him go.
As I walked alone by the river,
I heard a young boy’s voice,
Calling from the darkness,
I stopped, I had no choice.
In the darkness there I listened
To his footsteps drawing near,
A young black child stood before me,
I saw him wipe a tear.
“Who are you son?” I asked him,
He looked me in the eye,
“I’m Jim Limber Davis,” he said,
“Or was, until I died.
“I lived in the Confederate White House,
With Maggie, Jeff, and Joe,
Adopted into the Davis clan,
Sir, I loved them so.
“A Yankee took me here one night,
Put his foot upon my chest,
And pushed me to the river’s bottom,
I guess you know the rest.
“The river’s cold here, mister,
Are they going to drown you too?
This here’s a place of death,
For me and some other few.
“Why did those Yankees hate me?
Was it because that I was black?
I was happy where I was,
But now I can’t go back.
“I was too young to understand war,
But I see things better now,
I know the evil of men’s hearts,
And how to read a frown.
He looked down at the river,
As if he were lost in thought,
Then walked back to the darkness,
And left me there distraught.
One of the South’s forgotten children,
Whose story we must proclaim,
A Confederate ghost who haunts this earth,
Jim Limber was his name.
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8. |
The Shenandoah's Run
03:17
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The Shenandoah’s Run
(c) Jed Marum, 2006
A hundred miles beyond Cape Horn
Head up and through the gale
Now both sheets aft we spread our wings
Runnin’ on full sail
The South Atlantic welcomes us
Gentle as a bride
We set our course. This long last run
Ends on the Mersey side
Chorus The Shenandoah’s glory should bring honor down on Richmond
Her shining deeds at sea should light the way
But now a Yankee flag is blotting out the sun in Richmond
And shadows over all the CSA
Eleven months we hunted them
We drove them Yankees hard
Then Richmond fell and if we’re caught
They’ll hang us from the yard
Now pray for me my children dear
That we might find our way
To make our port in Liverpool
And back to you one day
{Chorus}
And if the English set us free
I’m bound for Charleston Bay
Though it breaks my heart to see their flag
And hear those Yankees bray
But cheer, my son no tears I cried
For when this day is done
They can’t deny that Southern pride
And the Shenandoah’s run
{Chorus}
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Camptown Races
03:33
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Camptown Races
by Stephen Foster
The Camptown ladies sing this song
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
The Camptown racetrack's five miles long
Oh! doo-dah day!
I come down there with my hat caved in
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I go back home with a pocket full of tin
Oh! de doo-dah day!
CHO:
Gwine to run all Night
Gwine to run all day
I bet my money on the Bobtail nag
Somebody bet on the bay
The long tail filly and the big black hoss
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
They fly the track and they both cut across
Oh! de doo-dah day!
The blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Can’t touch bottom with a ten foot pole
Oh! de doo-dah day!
CHO
Old muley cow come on to the track
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
The bob-tail fling her over his back
Oh! de doo-dah day!
Then fly along like a rail-road car
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Runnin’ a race with a shootin’ star
Oh! de doo-dah day!
CHO
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10. |
Why No One to Love
03:27
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Why, No One to Love
by Stephen Foster
No one to love in this beautiful
world, Full of warm hearts and bright beam-ing eyes?
Where is the lone heart that nothing can find
That is lovely beneath the blue skies?
No one to love!
No one to love!
Why no one to love?
What have you done in this beau-ti-ful world,
That you're sigh-ing of no one to love?
Dark is the soul that has nothing to dwell on!
How sad must its brightest hours prove!
Lonely the dull brooding spirit must be
That has no one to cherish and love.
No one to love!
No one to love!
Why no one to love?
What have you done in this beau-ti-ful world,
That you're sigh-ing of no one to love?
Many a fair one that dwells on the earth
Who would greet you with kind words of cheer,
Many who gladly would join in your pleasures
Or share in your grief with a tear.
No one to love!
No one to love!
Why no one to love?
Where have you roamed in this beautiful world
That you're sighing of no one to love?
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WHERE THE GREEN GRASS GROWS
© Jed Marum, 2003
There’s a yella moon, sweet Ailie Mac Dowell
Down where the green grass grows
Risin’ o’er the field, lightin’ up the town
Down where the green grass grows
I would make you mine, if I had my way
Down where the green grass grows
But with the mornin’ sun, I march away
Down where the green grass grows
Mississippi’s calling, I must join
But tonight that moonlight glows
Won’t you take my hand and walk with me
Down where the green grass grows
If alive I be, my dear Ailie
On the day when the battles close
Won’t you take my hand and marry me
Down where the green grass grows
But if these bones recline, in a box of pine
On the day when the battles close
Won’t you dig my grave and bury me
Down where the green grass grows
Mississippi’s calling, I must join
But tonight that moonlight glows
Won’t you take my hand and walk with me
Down where the green grass grows
Mississippi’s calling, I must join
But tonight that moonlight glows
Won’t you take my hand and walk with me
Down where the green grass grows
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Chickahominy River
03:57
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CHICKAHOMINY RIVER
© Jed Marum, 2003
You’re a slow rolling flood
Chickahominy River
But your gentle face troubles me
Deep to my soul
For your waters rode easy
Serene and so gentle
While the battle and bloodshed
Around you did roar
If your tale could be told
Chickahominy River
And your banks sing the song
Of our young and our brave
You’ve been bathed in the blood
Of our husbands and brothers
Now sacred you keep them
Alone in their grave
Now for families and loved ones
Chickahominy River
Sad hearts will be breaking
So far from your shore
For our sons we have left here
In trust to your keeping
Chickahominy River
Take care of the thy store
May your banks guard them well
Chickahominy River
May the bones of our dear ones
Lie calmly at rest
‘til the trump of the dead
Shall awake them to glory
Forever top live
In the realm of the blessed
{bridge}
Husband and fathers
Brothers and sons
We pass them in trust to your care
Now for families and loved ones
Chickahominy River
Sad hearts will be breaking
So far from your shore
For our sons we have left here
In trust to your keeping
Chickahominy River
Take care of the thy store
If your tale could be told
Chickahominy River
And your banks sing the song
Of our young and our brave
For our sons we have left here
In trust to your keeping
Chickahominy River
Take care of the thy store
If your tale could be told
Chickahominy River
And your banks sing the song
Of our young and our brave
For our sons we have left here
In trust to your keeping
Chickahominy River
Take care of the thy store
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Hard Times Come Again No More
by Stephen Foster
Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh hard times come again no more.
Chorus:
Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh hard times come again no more.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms fainting at the door;
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh hard times come again no more.
Chorus
There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away,
With a worn heart whose better days are o'er:
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day,
Oh hard times come again no more.
Chorus
Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore
Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh hard times come again no more.
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Blue Tail Fly
02:32
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Blue Tail Fly
by Stephen Foster
When I was young I us'd to wait
On the massa and hand him his plate;
I'd Pass down the bottle when he got dry,
And brush away the blue tail fly.
CHO:
Jimmee crakc corn an' I don't care (3x)
My Massa's gone away
When we'd ride on an afternoon,
I follow with a hick'ry broom;
The pony being rather shy,
When bitten by the blue tail fly.
CHO:
One day we rode out on the farm,
The flies so numerous they did swarm;
One chanced to bite 'im on the thigh.
The devil take the blue tail fly.
CHO:
The pony run, he jump an' pitch,
He throw my massa in a ditch;
He died, an' the jury wonder'd why;
Their verdic was the blue tail fly.
CHO:
We buried him under a symon tree
His epitaph is there for to see
"Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie
The victim of a blue-tailed Fly."
CHO:
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Southwind Sons Texas
Southwind presents the music of Jed Marum and Rickey Pittman. They bring an all acoustic presentation of story and song performed in old-time Celtic and American style, focused on the stories from War Between the States and the people who lived it. Their concerts deliver a powerful and reverent South Positive message - through original and traditional songs. ... more
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