58.
MIDNIGHT SPECIAL

Well, you wake up in the morning, 
Hear the ding-dong ring,
Go marching to the table, 
See the same damn thing.
Well, it's on a one table, 
Knife, fork, and a pan,
And if you say anything about it,
You're in trouble with the man.

CHORUS:
Let the Midnight Special shine its
  light on you; 
Let the Midnight Special shine its
  everlovin' light on you. 

If you go to Houston, 
You better walk right,
You better not stagger,
You better not fight;
Or Sheriff Benson
Will arrest you;
He will carry you down.
If the jury finds you guilty,
You'll be penitentiary bound.

CHORUS:

Well, yonder comes Miss Rosie.
How in the world do you know?.
I can tell her by her apron
And the dress she wore, 
Umbrella on her shoulder,
Piece of paper in her hand;
Well, I heard her tell the captain,
"I want my man."

CHORUS:
 

SWEET BETSY PBOM PIKE

Oh,  don't you remember sweet Betsy
  from Pike,
Who crossed the big mountains with
  her lover Ike,
With two yoke of oxen and one spotted,
  hog,
A tall Shanghai rooster and an old
  yellow dog?

CHORUS:
Sing too-ra-li, oo-ra-ll, oo-ra-li-ay
        (Repeat)

                          (cont.)

Out on the prairie one bright starry
  night,
They broke the whiskey and Betsy got
  tight. 
She sang and she shouted and danced
  o'er the Plain,
And showed her bare arse to the whole
  wagon train.

CHORUS:

They soon reached the desert, where
  Betsy gave out,
And down in the sand she lay rolling
  about;
While Ike in great terror looked on
  in surprise, 
Saying, "Betsy, get up, you'll get
  sand in your eyes."

CHORUS:

A miner said, "Betsy, will you dance
  with me?"
"I will that, old horse. If you don't
  make too free;
But don't dance me too hard. Do you
  want to know why?
Doggone you, I'm chock-full of strong
  alkali.
 

JOHN BROWN'S BODY

John Brown's body lies a-mouldering
  in the grave, (3X) 
But his soul goes marching on.

CHORUS:
Glory, glory, hallelujah, (3 X)
But his soul goes marching on.

He's gone to be a soldier in the
army of the Lord. (3 times)
But his soul goes marching on.

CHORUS:

John Brown died that the slave might
  be free. (3 times)
But his soul goes marching on.

CHORUS:

The stars above in Heaven now are
  looking kindly down (3 times)
On the grave of old John Brown.

CHORUS:


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