Hear this song at: v ... · Brand New Key by Melanie Safka (1971) C I rode my bicycle past your...

Five Hundred Miles Peter Paul and Mary Hear this song at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbg2wkVDWTs (play along in this key)

From Richard G’s Ukulele Songbook www.scorpex.net/uke.htm

Intro: [C] [Am] [C] [Am] [Dm] [F/C] [Dm] [G7] [C]

If you [C] miss the train I’m [Am] on You will [Dm] know that I am [F/C] gone You can [Dm] hear the whistle [Em] blow a [F] hundred [G7] miles A hundred [C] miles a hundred [Am] miles A hundred [Dm] miles a hundred [F/C] miles You can [Dm] hear the whistle [Em] blow a [F] hundred [C] miles

Lord I’m [C] one lord I’m [Am] two Lord I’m [Dm] three lord I’m [F/C] four Lord I’m [Dm] five hundred [Em] miles [F] from my [G7] home Five hundred [C] miles five hundred [Am] miles Five hundred [Dm] miles five hundred [F] miles Lord I’m [Dm] five hundred [Em] miles [F] from my [C] home

Not a [C] shirt on my [Am] back not a [Dm] penny to my [F/C] name Lord I [Dm] can’t go a-[Em]home [F] this a-[G7]way This a-[C]way this a-[Am]way this a-[Dm]way this a-[F/C]way Lord I [Dm] can’t go a-[Em] home [F] this a-[C]way

If you [C] miss the train I’m [Am] on You will [Dm] know that I am [F/C] gone You can [Dm] hear the whistle [Em] blow a [F] hundred [C] miles

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Em C GD

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C GD Em C GD

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the answer is blowing in the wind

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Brand New Key by Melanie Safka (1971)

C I rode my bicycle past your window last night. G7 I roller skated to your door at daylight C It almost seems, like you’re avoiding me, F G7/ (---tacit------) I’m okay alone, but you got something I need. C Chorus: Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates, you got a brand new key. I think that we should get together and try them out you see F I been looking around awhile, you got something for me. G7/ C Oh, I got a brand new pair of roller skates, you got a brand new key. C I ride my bike, I roller skate, don’t drive no car. G7 Don’t go too fast, but I go pretty far. C For somebody who don’t drive, I’ve been all around the world. F G7/ (---tacit------) Some people say, I done all right for a girl. Chorus C I asked your mother if you were at home. G7 She said, yes..but you weren’t alone. C Oh, sometimes I think, that you’re avoiding me. F G7/ (---tacit------) I’m okay alone, but you’ve got something I need. C Ending Chorus: Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates, you got a brand new key. I think that we should get together and try them our you see F La la la la la la la la , La la la la la la G7/ C Oh, I got a brand new pair of roller skates, you got a brand new key.

San Jose Ukulele Club

California Dreaming Mamas and The Papas (Am) Hear this song at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtVIhDgo_uU (play along with capo at 4th fret)

From: Richard G’s Ukulele Songbook www.scorpex.net/Uke

All the leaves are [Am] brown (all the [G] leaves are [F] brown) And the [G] sky is [E7sus4] gray (and the sky is [E7] gray) [F] I've been for a [C] walk (I've been [E7] for a [Am] walk) On a [F] winter's [E7sus4] day (on a winter's [E7] day) I’d be safe and [Am] warm (I’d be [G] safe and [F] warm) If I [G] was in L[E7sus4]A (if I was in L[E7]A) Chorus: California [Am] dreamin' (Cali [G]fornia [F] dreamin') On [G] such a winter's [E7sus4] day [E7] Stopped into a [Am] church [G] [F] I passed a[G]long the [E7sus4] way [E7] Well I [F] got down on my [C] knees (got down [E7] on my [Am] knees) And I pre[F]tend to [E7sus4] pray (I pretend to [E7] pray) You know the preacher likes the [Am] cold (preacher [G] likes the [F] cold) He knows I'm [G] gonna [E7sus4] stay (knows I'm gonna [E7] stay) Repeat Chorus Instrumental break: [Am] [Am] [F] [C] [E7] [Am] [F] [E7sus4] [E7] [Am] [G] [F] [G] [E7sus4] [E7] [Am] [G] [F] [G] [E7sus4] [E7] Repeat Verse 1 Coda: California [Am] dreamin' (Cali [G]fornia [F] dreamin') On [G] such a winter's [Am] day (Cali[G]fornia [F] dreamin') On [G] such a winter's [Am] day (Cali[G]fornia [F] dreamin') On [G] such a winter's [Fmaj7] day [Am]

THE CIRCLE GAME Joni Mitchell 4/4 1…2…1234

Intro: last 2 lines of chorus

Yesterday a child came out to wonder. Caught a dragon-fly inside a jar 4 2 2

Fearful when the sky was full of thunder…and tearful at the falling of a star 2 2 2 2

Then the child moved 10 times round the seasons. Skated over 10 clear frozen streams 4 2 2

Words like "when you're older" must ap-pease him

And promises of "someday" make his dreams 2 2 CHORUS:

And the seasons they go round and round and the painted ponies go up and down

We're captive on a carousel of time

We can't return, we can only look be-hind from where we came

And go round and round and round in the circle game.

p. 2 Circle Game

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now

Cartwheels turn to carwheels through the town

And they tell him, take your time, it won't be long now

'Til you drag your feet to slow the circles down

CHORUS

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty

Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true

There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty

Be-fore the last re-volving year is through. CHORUS & CODA

CODA: And go round and round and round (X3) in the circle game. RITARD

CITY OF NEW ORLEANS -Steve Goodman 4/4 1...2...1234

Intro:

Riding on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central Monday morning rail

Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, three con-ductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.

All a-long the southbound odyssey the train pulls out at Kankakee

And rolls along past houses, farms and fields.

Passin' trains that have no names, freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of the rusted automo-biles. CHORUS:

Good morning A-merica how are you? Don't you know me I'm your native son,

I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,

I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Dealin' card games with the young man in the club car. Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.

Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle. Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.

p. 2 City of New Orleans

And the sons of pullman porters, and the sons of engineers

Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.

Mothers with their babes asleep are rockin' to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. CHORUS

Nighttime on The City of New Orleans, changing cars in Memphis, Tennes-see.

Half way home, and we'll be there by morning, through the Mississippi darkness

Rolling down to the sea.

And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream

And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.

The con-ductor sings his song again, the passengers will please refrain

This train's got the disap-pearing railroad blues. CHORUS ("Good night, America)

CLEMENTINE-THE WHOLE STORY in C 3/4 123 12

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine

Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter, Clemen-tine. CHORUS:

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, oh, my darling, Clemen-tine

You are lost and gone for-ever, dreadful sorry, Clemen-tine.

C G7 Light she was, and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine. C G7 C Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine. CHORUS C G7 Drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine C G7 C Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine. CHORUS C G7 Ruby lips above the water blowing bubbles soft and fine C G7 C As for me, I was no swimmer and I lost my Clementine CHORUS C G7 How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine. C G7 C Then I kissed her little sister and forgot dear Clementine CHORUS

Don't Think Twice It's Alright - Bob DylanO O O

C

Well it ain't no use to

OG

sit and wonder

O O OAm

why babe

O OF

If you don't know by

O O OC

now

OG

O O O

C

And it ain't no use to

OG

sit and wonder

O O OAm

why babe

D7

It don't matter any

OG

how

OG7

O O OC

When your rooster crows at the

O O OC7

break of dawn

O OF

Look out your window and

D7

I'll be goneO O O

C

You're the

OG

reason I'm

O O OAm

travelling

O OF

on But

O O OC

don't think

OG

twice it's

O O OC

alright

O O OC

And it ain't no

OG

use in turning on your

O O OAm

light babe

O OF

That light I never

O O OC

knowed

OG

O O OC

And it ain't no

OG

use in turning on your

O O OAm

light babe

D7

I'm on the dark side of the

OG

road

OG7

O O OC

I wish there was something you would

O O OC7

do or say

O OF

To try and make me change my

D7

mind and stayO O O

C

But we never

OG

did too much

O O OAm

talking any

O OF

way So

O O OC

don't think

OG

twice it's

O O OC

alright

O O OC

And it ain't no use in

OG

calling out my

O O OAm

name babe

O OF

Like you never did

O O OC

before

OG

O O OC

Ain't no use in

OG

calling out my

O O OAm

name babe

D7

I can't hear you any

OG

more

OG7

O O OC

I'm thinking and a-wondering,

O O OC7

walking down the road

O OF

I once loved a woman, a

D7

child I'm toldO O O

C

I gave her my

OG

heart but she

O O OAm

wanted my

O OF

soul But

O O OC

don't think

OG

twice it's

O O OC

alright

O O OC

I'm walking down that

OG

long lonesome

O O OAm

road babe

O OF

Where I'm bound I can't

O O OC

tell

OG

O O OC

But goodbye is too

OG

good a

O O OAm

word babe

D7

So I'll just say fare thee

OG

well

OG7

O O OC

I ain't saying you

O O OC7

treated me unkind

O OF

You could have done better but

D7

I don't mindO O O

C

You just kinda

OG

wasted my

O O OAm

precious

O OF

time But

O O OC

don't think

OG

twice it's

O O OC

alright

ERIE CANAL 4/4 1…2…123

I’ve got a mule her name is Sal, fifteen miles on the Erie Ca - nal

She’s a good ol’ worker and a good ol’ pal, fifteen miles on the Erie Ca - nal

We’ve hauled some barges in our day, filled with lumber, coal and hay

And we know every inch of the way from Albany to Buf – fa - lo - o CHORUS:

Low bridge, everybody down, low bridge ‘cause we’re coming to a town

And you’ll always know your neighbor, you’ll always know your pal

If you’ve ever navi-gat-ed on the Erie Ca - nal.

Dm F Gm A7 Dm A7 Dm Git up there, Sal, we passed a lock, fifteen miles on the Erie Canal Dm F Gm A7 Dm A7 Dm And we’ll make Rome ‘fore six o’clock, fifteen miles on the Erie Canal F C7 Dm A7 Just one more trip and back we’ll go through the rain and sleet and snow Dm F Gm A7 Dm A7 Dm C7 ‘Cause we know every inch of the way from Albany to Buf- fa- lo - o CHORUS

Folsom Prison Blues - Johnny Cash

I hear the train a comin', it's rolling round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when

(or Turnaround 1) I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on

(or Turnaround 2) But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone.

When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son, Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.

(or Turnaround 1) But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die

(or Turnaround 2) When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..

I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.

(or Turnaround 1) Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free

(or Turnaround 2) But those people keep a movin', and that's what tortures me.

Well if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line

(or Turnaround 1) Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay

(or Turnaround 2) And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

Intro: ----------2--2------------- --3-3-3---------3---------- -------------------2b--0--- ---------------------------

Strum: (fast) D D U U D D D U U D

Turnaround 1: Turnaround 2:

D D UD D D D D D D UD D D D D UD D D D D D D UD D D

--7-7---77---6-6---5-5 ---3-3--33--3-3-- --3-3--33--2-2--1-1--/ 3-3--33--3-3--

--6-6---66- --5-5---4-4---3-3--33- -3-3-- --3-3--33-- 2-2--1-1--/3-3--33--3- 3--

--7-7---77---6-6---5-5 ---4-4--44--4-4-- --4-4--44--3-3--2-2--/ 4-4--44--4-4--

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Freight Train From: Richard G’s Ukulele Songbook www.scorpex.net/uke.htm

[F] Freight train freight train [C] goin' so fast Freight train freight train [F] goin' so fast [A7] Please don't tell what [Bb] train I'm on So they [F] won't know [C7] where I'm [F] gone

[F] Freight train freight train [C] goin' round the bend Freight train freight train [F] comin' back again [A7] One of these days turn that [Bb] train around And [F] go back to [C7] my home [F] town

[F] One more place I'd [C] like to be One more place I'd [F] like to see [A7] To watch them old Blue Ridge [Bb] Mountains climb When [F] I ride [C7] old number [F] nine

[F] When I die Lord [C] bury me deep Down at the end of [F] Chestnut street [A7] Where I can hear old [Bb] number nine As [F] she comes [C7] down the [F] line

[F] Freight train freight train [C] goin' so fast Freight train freight train [F] goin' so fast [A7] Please don't tell what [Bb] train I'm on So they [F] won't know [C7] where I'm [F] gone

GOING TO THE ZOO-Tom Paxton 4/4 1…2…1234

Intro: D (2 measures) 2230 0100 0132 D A7 Daddy's taking us to the zoo tomorrow, zoo tomorrow, zoo tomorrow D A7 D Daddy's taking us to the zoo tomorrow, we can stay all day. G D We're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo, how about you, you, you? A7 D G D You can come too, too, too, we're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo. D A7 See the elephant with the long trunk swingin', great big ears and long trunk swingin', D A7 D Snuffin' up peanuts with the long trunk swinging, we can stay all day. Chorus D A7 See all the monkeys scritch scritch scratchin', jumpin' all around and scritch scritch scratchin', D A7 Hangin' by their long tails scritch scritch scratchin', we can stay all day. Chorus D A7 There’s a big black bear, he’s a-huff huff a-puffin', coat's too heavy, he's huff huff a-puffin', D A7 D Don't get too near the huff huff a-puffin', or you won't stay all day. Chorus D A7 Seals in the pool all honk honk honkin', catchin' fish and honk honk honkin', D A7 D Little tiny seals all honk honk honkin', we can stay all day. Chorus A7 D A7 We stayed all day and we’re gettin' sleepy, sittin' in the car gettin' sleep sleep sleepy, D A7 D Home already, and we’re sleep sleepy, we have stayed all day. G D We've been to the zoo, zoo, zoo, so have you, you, you. A7 D G D You came too, too, too, we’ve been to the zoo, zoo, zoo. D A7 Momma's taking us to the zoo tomorrow, zoo tomorrow, zoo tomorrow; D A7 D Momma's taking us to the zoo tomorrow, we can stay all day. G D We're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo, how about you, you, you? A7 D G D You can come too, too, too, we're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo. (Repeat chorus)

Home on the Range by Brewster M. Higley (1873)

CJFKNfa C C7 F C D7 G7 Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam, Where the deer and the antelope play C C7 F Fm C G7 C Where seldom is heard, a dis-couraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day C Chorus : A home! A home!

Am D7 G7 Where the deer and the antelope play C C7 F Fm

Where seldom is heard, a dis-couraging word, C G7 C

And the skies are not cloudy all day.

C C7 F C D7 G7 Oh, give me a land, where the bright diamond sand, throws its light from the glittering streams C C7 F Fm C G7 C Where glideth a-long, the graceful white swan, like the maid in her heavenly dreams. Chorus C C7 F C D7 G7 Oh! Give me a gale of the Solomon Vale, where the life streams with buoyancy flow C C7 F Fm C G7 C On the banks of the Beaver, where seldom if ever, any poisonous herbage doth grow. Chorus C C7 F C D7 G7 How often at night, when the heavens are bright, With the light of the twinkling stars. C C7 F Fm C G7 C Have I stood there a-mazed, and asked as I gazed, If their glory ex-ceeds that of ours. Chorus C C7 F C D7 G7 I love the wild flowers in this bright land of ours, I love the wild cur-lew’s shrill scream C C7 F Fm C G7 C The bluffs and white rocks, and antelope flocks, that graze on the mountains so green Chorus C C7 F C D7 G7 The air is so pure, and the breezes so fine, the zephyrs so balmy and light, C C7 F Fm C G7 C That I would not ex-change my home here to range, for-ever in azures so bright. Chorus C G7 C G7 C And the skies are not cloudy all day….


House at Pooh Corner (Key of D) by Kenny Loggins (1971)

D Em F#m Bm G A D A Christopher Robin and I walked a-long, under branches lit up by the moon D Em F#m Bm G A D Posing our questions to Owl and Ee-yore, as our days disappeared all too soon. Bm F#m G Em A But I’ve wandered much further to-day than I should, and I can’t seem to find my way back to the Wood D F#m Em A D F#m Em A Chorus: So help me if you can, I’ve got to get back to the house at Pooh Corner by one. D F#m Em A You’d be sur-prised, there’s so much to be done F#m Bm F#m Bm F#m/ Em/ Count all the bees in the hive Chase all the clouds from the sky G F#m Bm Cmaj7 A Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh D Em F#m Bm G A D A Winnie the Pooh doesn’ t know what to do, got a honey jar stuck on his nose D Em F#m Bm G A D He came to me asking help and ad-vice, and from here no one knows where he goes. Bm F#m G Em A So I sent him to ask of the Owl, if he’s there, how to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear D F#m Em A D F#m Em A So help me if you can, I’ve got to get back to the house at Pooh Corner by one. D F#m Em A You’d be sur-prised, there’s so much to be done F#m Bm F#m Bm F#m/ Em/ Count all the bees in the hive Chase all the clouds from the sky G F#m Bm Back to the days of Christopher Robin G F#m Bm Back to the ways of Christopher Robin G F#m Bm G A D Back to the days of Pooooooooooooh.


House of the Rising Sun Animals Hear this song at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NU3KELkd-zY (play along in this key)


There [Am] is a [C] house in [D] New Or[F]leans They [Am] call the [C] Rising [E7] Sun And it's [Am] been the [C] ruin of [D] many a poor [F] boy And [Am] God I [E7] know I'm [Am] one [E7]

My [Am] mother [C] was a [D] tailor [F] She [Am] sewed my [C] new blue [E7] jeans My [Am] father [C] was a [D] gamblin' [F] man [Am] Down in [E7] New Or[Am]leans [E7]

Now the [Am] only [C] thing a [D] gambler [F] needs Is a [Am] suit[C]case and [E7] trunk And the [Am] only [C] time that [D] he's satis[F]fied Is [Am] when he's [E7] on a [Am] drunk [E7]

Oh [Am] mother [C] tell your [D] children [F] Not to [Am] do what [C] I have [E7] done [Am] Spend your [C] lives in [D] sin and mise[F]ry In the [Am] House of the [E7] Rising [Am] Sun [E7]

Well I got [Am] one foot [C] on the [D] platform [F] The [Am] other [C] foot on the [E7] train I'm [Am] goin' [C] back to [D] New Or[F]leans To [Am] wear that [E7] ball and [Am] chain [E7]

Well there [Am] is a [C] house in [D] New Or[F]leans They [Am] call the [C] Rising [E7] Sun And it's [Am] been the [C] ruin of [D] many a poor [F] boy And [Am] God I [E7] know I'm [Am] one [E7] [Am]

I CAN'T HELP BUT WONDER-Tom Paxton 4/4 1...2...123

Intro: F / G7 / C Em / Am / Dm / G7 / C // C F Am Dm G7 C It's a long and dusty road, It's a hot and a heavy load, and the folks I meet ain't always kind C F Am Dm Some are bad and some are good, some have done the best they could G7 C Some have tried to ease my troubled mind CHORUS: F G7 C Em Am And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound Dm G7 C Can't help but wonder where I'm bound C F Am Dm I've been wanderin' through this land just a-doin' the best I can G7 C Tryin' to find what I was meant to do C F Am Dm G7 C And the people that I see look as worried as can be, and it looks like they are wonderin' too CHORUS C F Am Dm Oh, I had a little gal one time, she had lips like sherry wine G7 C And she loved me till my head went plumb in-sane C F Am Dm But I was too blind to see she was driftin' a-way from me G7 C And my good gal went off on the morning train CHORUS C F Am Dm G7 C And I had a buddy back home, but he started out to roam, and I hear he's out by Frisco Bay C F Am Dm And some-times when I've had a few, his voice comes ringin' through G7 C And I'm goin' out to see him some old day. CHORUS C F Am Dm G7 C If you see me passing by and you sit and you wonder why, and you wish that you were rambling too C F Am Dm Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor, lace 'em up and bar the door G7 C Thank your stars for the roof that's over you CHORUS (X2)

If I Had A Hammer Peter Paul and Mary (written by Pete Seeger and Lee Hayes)

Hear this song at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUKB3PxG-0E&feature=related

From: Richard G’s Ukulele Songbook www.scorpex.net/uke.htm

Intro: [C] [Em] [F] [G7] [C] [Em] [F]

If [G7] I had a [C] hammer [Em] [F] I'd [G7] hammer in the [C] morning [Em] [F] I'd [G7] hammer in the [C] evening [Em] [F] all over this [G7] land I'd hammer out [C] danger I’d hammer out a [Am] warning I'd hammer out [F] love be[C]tween my [F] brothers and my [C] sisters [F] A[C][G7]ll over this [C] land [Em] [F] [G7] [C] [Em] [F]

If [G7] I had a [C] bell [Em] [F] I'd [G7] ring it in the [C] morning [Em] [F] I'd [G7] ring it in the [C] evening [Em] [F] all over this [G7] land I'd ring out [C] danger I'd ring out a [Am] warning I'd ring out [F] love be[C]tween my [F] brothers and my [C] sisters [F] A[C][G7]ll over this [C] land [Em] [F] [G7] [C] [Em] [F]

If [G7] I had a [C] song [Em] [F] I'd [G7] sing it in the [C] morning [Em] [F] I'd [G7] sing it in the [C] evening [Em] [F] all over this [G7] land I'd sing out [C] danger I'd sing out a [Am] warning I'd sing out [F] love be[C]tween my [F] brothers and my [C] sisters [F] A[C][G7]ll over this [C] land [Em] [F] [G7] [C] [Em] [F]

Well [G7] I've got a [C] hammer [Em] [F] And [G7] I've got a [C] bell [Em] [F] And [G7] I've got a [C] song [Em] to [F] sing all over this [G7] land It's a hammer of [C] justice it's a bell of [Am] freedom It's a song about [F] love be[C]tween my [F] brothers and my [C] sisters [F] A[C][G7]ll over this [C] land [Em] [F]

It's a [G7] hammer of [C] justice it's a bell of [Am] freedom It's a song about [F] love be[C]tween my [F] brothers and my [C] sisters [F] A[C][G7]ll over this [C] land [F] [C]

I'll Fly Away - Albert E. BrumleyO O O

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Jambalaya - Hank Williams

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pole the pirogue down the

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KING OF THE ROAD-Roger Miller 4/4 1...2...1234

Intro: | | | | |

Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents

No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes

Ah, but two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight-by-twelve four-bit room

I'm a man of means, by no means King of the Road

Third box car, midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine

Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues

I smoke old stogies I have found, short, but not too big around

p.2. King of the Road


I know every engineer on every train, all of the children, and all of their names

And every handout in every town, and every lock that ain't locked when no one's around

I sing, trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents

No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes

Ah, but two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight-by-twelve four-bit room


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Kisses Sweeter Than Wine The Weavers Richard G’s Ukulele Songbook www.scorpex.net/uke.htm

When [F] I was a [C] young man and [Dm] never been [C] kissed I got to [Am] thinking it [Am/C] over [D] what I had missed I [F] got me a [C] gal I [Dm] kissed her and [C] then [Am] Oh lord I [D] kissed her again

[F] Oh [C] oh [Dm] kisses [Am] sweeter than [D7] wine [F] Oh [C] oh [Dm] kisses [Am] sweeter than [D7] wine

I [F] asked her to [C] marry and [Dm] be my sweet [C] wife And [Am] we would be so [Am/C] happy the [D] rest of our lives I [F] begged and I [C] pleaded like a [Dm] natural [C] man and then [Am] Oh lord she [D] gave me her hand


I [F] worked mighty [C] hard and [Dm] so did my [C] wife Workin [Am] hand in [Am/C] hand to [D] make a good life With [F] corn in the [C] field and [Dm] wheat in the [C] bins I was [Am] Oh lord the [D] father of twins


Our [F] children they [C] numbered [Dm] just about [C] four They [Am] all had [Am/C] sweethearts [D] knockin at the door They [F] all got [C] married and they [Dm] didn’t hesi[C] tate I was [Am] Oh lord the grandfather of [D] eight


[F] Now that we’re [C] old and [Dm] ready to [C] go We get to [Am] thinkin what [Am/C] happened a [D] long time ago. We [F] had a lot of [C] kids [Dm] trouble and [C] pain but [Am] Oh lord we’d [D] do it again


Little BoxesWalk off the Earth/Malvina Reynolds

VERSE 1 F F Bb FLittle boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky-tacky Am Gm F C7Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same F F Bb FThere's a pink one, and a green one, and a blue one, and a yellow one F C7 F C7 F And they're all made out of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same

VERSE 2 F F Bb F And the people in the houses, all went to the university Am Gm F C7Where they were put in boxes, and they came out all the same F F Bb FAnd there's doctors, and lawyers, and business executives F C7 F C7 FAnd they're all made out of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same

VERSE 3 F F Bb F And they all play on the golf course, and drink their martinis dry Am Gm F C7And they all have pretty children, and the children go to school F F Bb FAnd the children go to summer camp, and then to the university F C7 F C7 FWhere they all are put in boxes, and they come out all the same

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VERSE 4F F Bb FBoys go into business, and marry and raise a family Am Gm F C7In boxes made of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same F F Bb FThere's a pink one, and a green one, and a blue one, and a yellow one F C7 F C7 FAnd they're all made out of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same

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Mail Myself To Youwords & music by Woody Guthrie

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THE MARVELOUS TOY-Tom Paxton 4/4 1...2...123 (without intro)

Intro:

When I was just a wee little lad full of health and joy,

My father homeward came one night and gave to me a toy.

A wonder to be-hold, it was, with many colors bright,

And the moment I laid eyes on it it be-came my heart's de-light. CHORUS:

It went "zip" when it moved and "bop" when it stopped, and "whirr" when it stood still.

I never knew just what it was and I guess I never will.

The first time that I picked it up, I had a big sur-prise,

For right on its bottom were two big buttons that looked like big green eyes.

I first pushed one and then the other, and then I twisted its lid,

And when I set it down again, this is what it did: CHORUS

p.2. Marvelous Toy

It first marched left and then marched right, and then marched under a chair.

And when l looked where it had gone, it wasn't even there.

I started to cry and my daddy laughed, for he knew that I would find,

When l turned around, my marvelous toy, chugging from be-hind.

It went "zip" when it moved and "bop" when it stopped, and "whirr" when it stood still.

I never knew just what it was and I guess I never will.

Well, the years have gone by too quickly, it seems, I have my own little boy.

And yesterday I gave to him my marvelous little toy.

His eyes nearly popped right out of his head, and he gave a squeal of glee.

Neither one of us knows just what it is, but he loves it, just like me.

It still goes "zip" when it moves, "bop" when it stops, and "whirr" when it stands still.

I never knew just what it was, and I guess I never will.

I never knew just what it was, and I guess.....I...ne - ver....will.

Mr Bojangles Jerry Jeff Walker

Hear this song at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpELGrF1Fy4


[F] [Am] [Dm] [F] [F] [Am] [Dm] [F]

[F] I knew a man Bo[Am]jangles and he [Dm] danced for you [F] [Bb] In worn out [C] shoes With [F] silver hair a [Am] ragged shirt and [Dm] baggy pants [F] [Bb] He did the old soft [C] shoe [Bb] He jumped so [Am] high [A7] jumped so [Dm] high [F+] [F] [F] Then he [G7] lightly touched [Gm7] down [C]

[Dm] Mister Bo[C]jangles [Dm] Mister Bo[C]jangles [Dm] Mister Bo[C]jangles [F] dance [Am] [Dm] [C]

I [F] met him in a [Am] cell in [Dm] New Orleans [F] [Bb] I was down and [C] out He [F] looked at me to [Am] be the [Dm] eyes of age [F] [Bb] As he spoke right [C] out [Bb] He talked of his [Am] life [A7] talked of his [Dm] life [F+] [F] [F] He laughed [G7] slapped his leg a [Gm7] step [C]

He [F] said his name Bo[Am]jangles then he [Dm] danced a lick [F] [Bb] Across the [C] cell He [F] grabbed his pants a [Am] better stance oh he [Dm] jumped up high [F] [Bb] He clicked his [C] heels [Bb] He let go a [Am] laugh [A7] let go a [Dm] laugh [F+] [F] [F] Shook back his [G7] clothes all a[Gm7]round [C]

He [F] danced for those at [Am] minstrel shows and [Dm] county fairs [F] [Bb] Throughout the [C] south He [F] spoke with tears of [Am] fifteen years how his [Dm] dog and he [F] [Bb] Travelled a[C]bout [Bb] His dog up and [Am] died [A7] up and [Dm] died [F+] [F] [F] After twenty [G7] years he still [Gm7] grieved [C]

He said I [F] dance now at [Am] every chance in [Dm] honky tonks [F] [Bb] For drinks and [C] tips But [F] most of the time I [Am] spend behind these [Dm] county bars [F] he said [Bb] I drinks a [C] bit [Bb] He shook his [Am] head [A7] as he shook his [Dm] head [F+] [F] [F] I heard [G7] someone ask him [Gm7] please [C]

[Dm] Mister Bo[C]jangles [Dm] Mister Bo[C]jangles [Dm] Mister Bo[C]jangles [F] dance [Am] [Dm] [C] [F]

Pancho and Lefty Townes Van Zandt

Hear this song at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMPydiR4NaQ (Emmylou Harris version. Play along in this key)

From: Richard G’s Ukulele Songbook www.scorpex.net/uke.htm

[C] Living on the road my friend is [G] gonna keep you free and clean [F] Now you wear your skin like iron [C] your breath as hard as [G] kerosene [F] Weren't your mama's only boy but her [C] favourite one it [F] seems She be[Am]gan to cry when you [F] said [C] good[G]bye And [F] sank into your [Am] dreams

[C] Pancho was a bandit boys his [G] horse was fast as polished steel [F] He wore his gun outside his pants for [C] all the honest [G] world to feel [F] Pancho met his match you know on the [C] deserts down in [F] Mexico [Am] Nobody heard his [F] dy[C]ing [G] words Ah but [F] that's the way it [Am] goes

[F] All the Federales say they [C] could have had him [F] any day [Am] They only let him [F] slip [C] a[G]way out of [F] kindness I su[Am]ppose

[C] Lefty he can't sing the blues [G] all night long like he used to [F] The dust that Pancho bit down south [C] ended up in [G] Lefty's mouth [F] The day they laid poor Pancho low [C] Lefty split for [F] Ohio [Am] Where he got the [F] bread [C] to [G] go There [F] ain't nobody [Am] knows


[C] Poets tell how Pancho fell [G] and Lefty's living in a cheap hotel The [F] desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold And [C] so the story [G] ends we're told [F] Pancho needs your prayers it's true but [C] save a few for [F] Lefty too [Am] He only did what he [F] had [C] to [G] do And [F] now he's growing [Am] old


[F] A few gray Federales say [C] could have had him [F] any day [Am] We only only let him [F] go [C] so [G] long Out of [F] kindness I su[Am]ppose [G] [C]

PUFF (THE MAGIC DRAGON) 4/4 1…2…1234

CHORUS:

Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee

Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff

And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff, Oh……

CHORUS: (TOP OF PAGE-MUSIC-1ST FOUR LINES -WORDS-1ST TWO LINES X2)

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail

Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail

Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came

Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name, Oh……

CHORUS: (TOP OF PAGE-MUSIC-1ST FOUR LINES

-WORDS-1ST TWO LINES X2)

Puff the Magic Dragon p. 2

A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys

Painted wings and giants' rings make way for other toys

One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more

And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain

Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane

Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave

So Puff that might dragon sadly slipped into his cave, Oh……..

CHORUS (TOP OF PAGE 1- MUSIC-1ST FOUR LINES -WORDS-1ST TWO LINES X2)

Ripple - Grateful Dead

GCDaA Suggested Strum: v v ^ ^ v ^ 1 2 & - & 4 & Intro: G C G C G D C G A-----------------------2-0-2-------------------0---------------------------------------------0-2-0-2------------0-2--2-3-0-----------0-- E---------------------3---------3--0----0-2-3----3-0---0-2-3--0-------------------------3------------3---0---3---------------0-3-3---3 C---------0-2---------------------------------------------------------2---------0-2----------------------------------------------------------- G-4-2-4------------------------------------------------------------------4-2-4--------------------------------------------------------------- G C G If my words did glow…. with the gold of sun-shine…. And my tunes .. were played .. on the harp un- strung C G D C G Would you hear my voice…. come thro-ugh the music?.... Would you hold it near…. as it were your own? C G It's a hand-me-down…. The tho-ughts are bro-ken…. Perhaps.. they’re better… left un- sung C G D C G I don’t know…. don’t re-a-ally care…. Let there be songs …. . to fill the air……… Chorus: Am D Ripple in still wa-a-ter G C Where there is no pebble tossed A D Nor . wind . to . blow G C G Reach out your hand…. if your cup is empty….. If your cup .. is full .. may it be a- gain C G D C G Let it be known…. there i-is a foun-tain…. that was not made… by the hands of men. C G There is a road…. no si-imple high-way…. Between .. the dawn .. and the dark of night C G D C G And if you go…. no one may fol-low…. That path is for ….. your steps a-lone……… Chorus G C G You who choose…. to le-ead must fol-low…. But if .. you fall .. you fall a- lone C If you should stand…. then who’s to guide you? G D C G If I knew the way…. I would take you home. Ending: G C G C La-da-da-da--daa…(etc.) G D C G

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SIXTEEN TONS 4/4 1…2…1234

Intro: Do do do do do do do do 4

Some people say a man is made out of mud, a poor man’s made out of muscle and blood Well, I was born one morning when the sun didn’t shine, I picked up my shovel and walked to the mine Well, I was born one morning it was drizzlin’ rain, fightin’ and trouble are my middle name If you see me comin’ better step a - side, a lot of men didn’t and a lot of men died 4

Muscle and blood and skin and bones, a mind that’s weak and a back that’s strong I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal, and the straw boss said, “Well, bless my soul!” I was raised in the canebreak by an old mamma lion, can’t no high-toned woman make me walk the line One fist of iron and the other of steel, if the right one doesn’t get you then the left one will. CHORUS:

You load sixteen tons and what do you get? An-other day older and deeper in debt

St. Peter, don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go. I owe my soul to the company’s store. 4

STREETS OF LAREDO 3/4 123 12 (without intro)

Intro: | | | | | |

As I walked out in the streets of La-redo, as I walked out in La-redo one day

I spied a young cowboy wrapped all in white linen, wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay

Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly, sing the dead march as you carry me a-long

Take me to the valley, there lay the sod o'er me, I'm a young cowboy and know I've done wrong

I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy, these words he did say as I boldly walked by

Come sit down be-side me and hear my sad story, got shot in the breast and I know I must die

Go fetch me some water, a cool cup of water, to cool my parched lips, then the poor cowboy said

Be-fore I re-turned his spirit had left him, had gone to his maker, the cowboy was dead

Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly, sing the dead march as you carry me a-long

Take me to the valley, there lay the sod o'er me, I'm a young cowboy and know I've done wrong

I'm a young cowboy and know I've done wrong

Teach Your Children Crosby Stills Nash and Young Hear this song at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkaKwXddT_I (play along in this key)

From: Richard G’s Ukulele Songbook www.scorpexuke.com

Uke 1 D G D A A7*

Uke 2...A|12 9 9 77 5 5 4 2 0 5 7 99 7 54..

[D] You who are on the [G] road Must have a [D] code that you can [A] live by [A7*] And [D] so become your[G]self Because the [D] past is just a [A] goodbye [D] Teach your children [G] well Their father's [D] hell did slowly [A] go by [A7*] And [D] feed them on your [G] dreams The one they [D] picks the one you'll [A] know by [D] Don't you ever ask them [G] why If they told you you will [D] cry So just look at them and [Bm] sigh [G] [A] And know they [D] love you [G] [D] [A] [A*]... And [D] you of tender [G] years Can't know the [D] fears that your elders [A] grew by [A7*] And so please [D] help them with your [G] youth They seek the [D] truth before they [A] can die [D] Teach your parents [G] well Their children's [D] hell will slowly [A] go by [A7*] And [D] feed them on your [G] dreams The one they [D] picks the one you'll [A] know by [D] Don't you ever ask them [G] why If they told you you will [D] cry So just look at them and [Bm] sigh [G] [A] And know they [D] love you [G] [D] [A] [D]

THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR LOVIN' ME 4/4 1...2...1234 -Gordon Lightfoot

Intro: X2

That's what you get for lovin' me. That's what you get for loving me

Everything you had is gone, as you can see, that's what you get for lovin' me

I ain't the kind to hang a-round with any new love that I've found

Movin' is my stock and trade, I'm movin' on, I won't think of you when I'm gone

So don't you shed a tear for me. I ain't the love you thought I'd be

I've got a hundred more like you, so don't be blue. I'll have a thousand 'fore I'm through

Now there you go, you're cryin' a-gain. Now there you go, you're cryin' a-gain

But then some day when your poor heart is on the mend, I just might pass this way a-gain

That's what you get for lovin' me. That's what you get for loving me

Everything you had is gone, as you can see, that's what you get for lovin' me

That's what you get for lovin' me

THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND-Woody Guthrie 4/4 1234 1

Intro: | | | | |

This land is your land, this land is my land, from Cali-fornia to the New York island,

From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream wa……ters, this land was made for you and me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway, I saw above me that endless skyway,

I saw be-low me that golden val….. ley, this land was made for you and me.


From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream wa……ters, this land was made for you and me.

I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps, to the sparkling sand of her diamond deserts,

And all a-round me a voice was sound….ing, this land was made for you and me.


From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream wa…ters, this land was made for you and me.

The Times They Are a-Changin’ Bob Dylan 1964

INTRO: / 1 2 3 / 1 2 3 / [G] / [G]

Come [G] gather 'round [Em] people wher-[C]ever you [G] roam [G] And ad-[G]mit that the [Em] waters a-[C]round you have [D] grown [D] And ac-[G]cept it that [Em] soon you'll be [C] drenched to the [G] bone [G] And if your [G] breath to [Am] you is worth [D] savin' [D] Then you [D] better start [D7] swimmin' or you'll [Gmaj7] sink like a [D] stone For the [G] times, they are a-[D]chang-[G]in' [G]/[G]/[G] Come [G] writers and [Em] critics who prophe-[C]size with your [G] pen [G] And [G] keep your eyes [Em] wide the chance [C] won’t come a-[D]gain [D] And [G] don’t speak too [Em] soon for the [C] wheel’s still in [G] spin [G] And there’s [G] no tellin’ [Am] who that it’s [D] namin’ [D] For the [D] loser [D7] now will be [Gmaj7] later to [D] win ‘Cause the [G] times, they are a-[D]chang-[G]in' [G]/[G]/[G] Come [G] senators [Em] congressmen [C] please heed the [G] call [G] Don’t [G] stand in the [Em] doorway, don’t [C] block up the [D] hall For [G] he that gets [Em] hurt will be [C] he who has [G] stalled [G] ‘Cause the [G] battle [Am] outside [D] ragin’ [D] Will [D] soon shake your [D7] windows and [Gmaj7] rattle your [D] walls For the [G] times, they are a-[D]chang-[G]in' [G]/[G]/[G] Come [G] mothers and [Em] fathers [C] throughout the [G] land [G] And [G] don’t criti-[Em]cize what you [C] can’t under-[D]stand Your [G] sons and your [Em] daughters are be-[C]yond your com-[G]mand [G] Your [G] old road’s [Am] rapidly [D] agin’ [D] Please [D] get out of the [D7] new one if you [Gmaj7] can’t lend your [D] hand ‘Cause the [G] times, they are a-[D]chang-[G]in' [G]/[G]/[G] The [G] line it is [Em] drawn, the [C] curse it is [G] cast [G] The [G] slowest [Em] now will [C] later be [D] fast As the [G] present [Em] now will [C] later be [G] past [G] The [G] order is [Am] rapidly [D] fadin’ [D] And the [D] first one [D7] now will [Gmaj7] later be [D] last ‘Cause the [G] times, they are a-[D]chang-[G]pin' [Gsus4]p [G]p

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TURN, TURN, TURN 4/4 1234 12 (without intro)

Intro: / / / /

To every-thing turn, turn, turn, there is a season turn, turn, turn

And a time to every purpose, under Heaven

A time to be born, a time to die, a time to plant, a time to reap

A time to kill, a time to heal, a time to laugh, a time to weep To everything....

A time to build up, a time to break down, a time to dance, a time to mourn

A time to cast away stones, a time to ga - ther stones to-gether To everything....

A time of love, a time of hate, a time of war, a time of peace

A time you may em-brace, a time to re-frain from em-bracing To everything....

E7 A E7 A A time to gain, a time to lose, a time to rend, a time to sew

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WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE-Pete Seeger 4/4 1...2...1234

Intro: | | | | |

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?

Where have all the flowers gone, long time a-go?

Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls picked them every one.

When will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?

Where have all the young girls gone, long time a-go?

Where have all the young girls gone? Gone to young men every one.


Where have all the young men gone, long time passing?

Where have all the young men gone, long time a-go?

p.2. Where Have All the Flowers Gone

Where have all the young men gone? Gone for soldiers every one.


Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?

Where have all the soldiers gone, long time a-go?

Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to graveyards every one.


Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?

Where have all the graveyards gone, long time a-go?

Where have all the graveyards gone? Gone to flowers every one.

When will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? Repeat 1st verse, end on A on the word "learn."

WORRIED MAN BLUES 4/4 1...2...123 (without intro)

Intro: | | | | | | Chorus:

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song It takes a worried man to sing a worried song

I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long

I went across the river, and I laid down to sleep

I went across the river, and I laid down to sleep I went across the river, and I laid down to sleep

When I woke up, I had shackles on my feet CHORUS

Twenty-one links of chain around my leg

Twenty-one links of chain around my leg Twenty-one links of chain around my leg

And on each link, an initial of my name CHORUS

p.2. Worried Man Blues

I asked the judge, what's gonna be my fine

I asked the judge, what's gonna be my fine I asked the judge, what's gonna be my fine

Twenty-one years on the Rocky Mountain Line CHORUS

If anyone asks you, "Who composed this song?"

If anyone asks you, "Who composed this song?" If anyone asks you, "Who composed this song?"

Tell 'em t'was I, and I sing it all day long

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song It takes a worried man to sing a worried song



You Ain't Goin' Nowhere - Bob DylanO

G

Clouds so swift,

O O OAm

rain won't lift

O O OC

Gate won't close,

OG

railings froze O

G

Get your mind off

O O OAm

winter time

O O OC

You ain't goin' no

OG

where

Chorus:O

G

Whoo-ee,

O O OAm

ride me high,

O O OC

Tomorrow's the day my

OG

bride's gonna come O

G

Oh, oh, are

O O OAm

we gonna fly,

O O OC

down in the easy

OG

chair

OG

I don't care how many

O O OAm

letters they sent,

O O OC

Morning came and

OG

morning went O

G

Pick up your money and

O O OAm

pack up your tent,

O O OC

You ain't goin' no

OG

where

(Chorus)

OG

Buy me a flute and a

O O OAm

gun that shoots,

O O OC

Tail gates and

OG

substitutes O

G

Strap yourself to the

O O OAm

tree with roots,

O O OC

You ain't goin' no

OG

where

(Chorus)O

G

Genghis Khan he

O O OAm

could not keep,

O O OC

All his kings su

OG

pplied with sleep O

G

We'll climb that hill no

O O OAm

matter how steep,

O O OC

When we get up to

OG

it

(Chorus)

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