PHILMONT HYMN David Westfall 1947
D G D D G D
Silver on the sage, starlit skies above
A D G D
Aspen covered hills, country that I love
D G D D G D
Philmont here's to thee, scouting
paradise
A D - G - D
out in God's country, tonight.
Bm -- G D
Wind in whispering pines, eagles soaring high
A - D G D
Purple Mountains rise, against an azure sky
D G D D G D
Philmont here's to thee, scouting
paradise
A D - G - D
Out in God's country, tonight.
PHILMONT GRACE
Clarence E. Dunn
For food,
For raiment,
For life,
For opportunity,
For friendship and fellowship,
We thank thee 0 Lord.
TAPS
Day is done, gone the sun; Fading light dims the sight;
From the lake, from the hills, And a star gems the sky,
From the sky; Gleaming bright;
All is well, safely rest, From afar, drawing nigh,
God is nigh. Falls the night.
WELCOME TO MY MORNING (al a PTC)
Welcome to our mornin', welcome to our day,
Oh, yes, we're the ones responsible, we made it just this way
To make ourselves some pictures, see what they might bring.
We think we made it perfectly, we wouldn't change a thing.
Chorus
la, la la, la la la la la la.
La la la, la la la la la la.
Welcome to our happiness, you know it makes us smile, And it pleases us to have you
here for just a little while, While we open up the spaces and try to break the chains. And
if the truth is told they will never come again.
Chorus
Welcome to our evenin', the clbsin' of the day, You know we could try a million times,
never find a better way To tell you that we love you and all the songs we played Are to
thank you for allowing us in the lovely day you made.
Repeat Stanza I
Chorus
6th string tuned to D
- I
SCOUT VESPERS
Softly falls the light of day,
While our campfire fades away.
Silently each Scout should ask
"Have I done my daily ta,sk?
Have I kept my honor bright?
Can I guiltless sleep tonight?
Have I done and have I dared
Everything to be prepared?II
2 - I
PHILMONT RANGER SONG
I want to go back to Philmont
Where the old Rayado flows,
Where the rain comes a seepin'
In the tent where you're a sleepin'
Arid the waters say hello. HELLO (shout)
I want to wake up in the morning
With my socks all wringing wet,
For it brings back fondest memories,
That a Ranger can't forget. WANNA BET (shout)
I want to hike once more the canyon floor
From Scribblins to Old Camp,
With my pack sack a-creakin',
With my back with sweat a-reekin',
And my legs beginning to cramp. OHHHH (shout)
I want to hike again with such great men
As made those famous treks,
From Beaubien to Porky
And from Cito to Car-Max. HIP, HIP, HORAY (shout 3 times)
THIS LAND
CHORUS
C F C
This land is your land, this land is my land
G7 C
From Baldy Mountain to Rayado Canyon
F C Am
From Cimarroncito to the rugged Tooth of Time
G7 C
This land was made for you and me.
C F C
As I was walking that ribbon of trailways
G7 C
I saw above me that endless skyway
F C Am
I saw below me that golden valley
G7 C
This land was made for you and me. (CHORUS)
I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me. (CHORUS)
When the sun came shining and I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me. (CHORUS)
THERE'S A LONG, LONG TRAIL
There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales
are singing And a white moon beams: There's a long, long night of waiting Until my dreams
all come true; Till the day when I'll be going down That long, long trail with you.
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ON MY HONOR
G D7
On my honor I'll do my best
G
To do my duty to God.
D
On my honor I'll do my best
A D7 To'serve my country as I may.
G D
On my honor I'll do my best
G
To do my good turn each day,
E A
To keep my body strengthened,
D G
To keep my mind awakened,
C G C
To follow paths of righteousness,
D7 G On my honor I'll do my best.
I'VE GOT THAT SCOUTING SPIRIT
I've got that Scouting Spirit, Up in my head, Up in my head, Up in my head, I've got
that Scouting Spirit, Up in my head, Up in my head to st ay.
I've got that Scouting Spirit, Deep in my heart, etc.
I've got that Scouting Spirit, Down in my feet, etc.
I've got that Scouting Spirit, Up in my head, Deep in my heart, Down in my feet. I've
got that Scouting Spirit, All over me. All over me to stay.
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- 1973
By Steve Lewis
WINTER OF 29 W,
G
'Twas the winter of 129
Me and Jake was a-ridin the line,
C G
And I'll tell you it was cold now.
Came across a bit of frost,
Nearly lost my beaver and hoss
F C G
It was a fine time dreamin' of the Texas sun.
G
Well, I wish I could have a whole pocketfull of Texas sun.
G
Looked around for a restin' spot,
Fingers so cold you couldn't tie a knot.
C G
So we settled down for a long cold restless snooze.
Came about the time the moon rose,
Heard a sound, it nearly froze my toes
F C G
It was a big ole brown bear, a grizzly bear, Ole Griz!
D
Welll I jumped out there in the knee-deep snow,
C - G
And I swung my rifle 'round.
D
Caught him in the chin just below the nose,
C D
He went a-bellowin' like a hound.
G
Jake woke up from the noise outside,
Said he'd never had a better sleep in his life,
C G
So we put on a pot of that coffee boiled black as night.
Packed up the mules like we always do,
And we headed on down to the rendezvous,
F C G
It was a fine time for dreamin' of the Texas sun.
F C G
Well, I wish I could have got a whole pocketfull of Texas sun.
Steve Lewis wrote "Winter if '29" in 1973 while he was a member
of the staff at Cypher's Mine camp.
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SLEWFOOT
G
High on a mountain tell me what do you see?
G C G
Bear tracks, bear tracks, looking back at me.
G
Better find a ranger, boys, before it?s too late,
C G
Cause that bear's got all our,food and headin' for the gate.
Chorus
G G
Well, he's big around the middle and he's broad across
the rump.
G . . D G
Running ninety miles an hour taking thirty feet a jump.
Q I
He ain t never been caught; he ain't never been treed.
C G
Some folks say lie's a lot like me.
Freeze-dried pork chops, crackers and cheese,
We put 'em in a bear bag and hung 'em in a tree.
Looked in the trees and our rations were gone
Ole Slewfoot's done made himself at home.
Chorus
Well, I got me a ranger and I got me a gun.
We found ole Slewfoot and got him on the run.
Chased him up a holler and down in the well,
-We shot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell.
Chorus
AIN'T NO BEARS IN ARKANSAS By Steve Fromholz
G Em C
Well, some folks say there ain't be bears in Arkansas
F C G
Some folks say there ain't no bears at all.
C Em C
Some folks say the bears go around eatin' babies raw
F C G
And some folks got a bear across the hall.
Some folks say that the bears go around smellin' bad Others say that a bear is honey
sweet Some folks say this bear's the best I've ever had And some folks got a bear rug
beneath their feet.
CHORUS
G Em C
So meet a bear and take him out to lunch with you
F C G
Even though your friends may stop and stare.
G Em
Just remember there's a bear there, where?, over there in the
C bunch with you.
F C G
Well they just don't-come no better than a bear.
Some folks drive the bears out of the wilderness Others to see a bear will pay a fee.
Me, I'll just bear up to my bewildered best Some folks even see the bear in me.
CHORUS
I
THE BEAR
The other day I met a bear (repeat)
Out in the woods away out there (repeat)
He looked at me; I looked at him (repeat)
He sized up me; I sized up him (repeat)
He said to me why don't you run (repeat)
I see you ain't got any gun (repeat)
And so I ran right out of there (repeat)
But right behind me was the bear (repeat)
Ahead of me I spied a tree (repeat)
A great big tree, oh lucky me (repeat)
The lowest branch was ten feet up (repeat)
I'd have to jump and trust my luck (repeat)
And so I jumped into the air (repeat)
But right behind me was that bear (repeat)
Now don't you fret and don't you frown (repeat)
Cause I caught that branch on the way back down (repeat)
This is the end there ain't no more (repeat)
Unless I meet that bear once more. (repeat)
DARK AS A DUNGEON By Merle Travis
A D E7
Come all you young fellows, so young and so fine,---
A D A
And seek not your for-tune in a dark drear-y mine.
D E7
It will form as a habit and seep in your soul,----
A D A
'Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal.-
E7 A
Where it's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew, Where the
E7 A
danger is double and the pleasures are few,.Where the rain
A7 D E7 A
never falls and the sun never shines,7-It's dark as a dungeon,
A
way down in the mines.----
1. Come on all you young fellos, so young and so fine,'
And seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine,
It will form as a habit and seep in your soul
"Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal.
CHORUS
Where it's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew, Where the danger is double and the
pleasures are few, Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines, It's dark as a
dungeon way down in the mines.
2. It's many a man I've seen in my day,
Who lived just to labour his life away,
Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard his wine,
A man will have lust for the lure of a mine.
CHORUS
3. 1 hope when I'm dead and the ages shall roll,
My body will blacken and turn into coal,
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home,
And pity the miner a-digging my bones.
CHORUS
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THE RIDDLE SONG
I gave my love a cherry that had no stone. I gave my love a chicken that had no bone. I
gave my love a ring that had no end. I gave my love a baby with no cryin'.
How-can there be a cherry-that has no stone? How can there be a chicken that has no
bone? How can there be a ring that has no end? How can there be a baby with no
cryin'?
A cherry when it's bloomin' has no stone. A chicken when it's pippin' has no bone. A
ring when it's rollin' has no end. A baby when it's sleepin' has no cryin'.
ROCKY MOUNTAIN SUITE
D G A
Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta
D C A
Two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride,
D G A
To see the high country and learn of her people,
D C A
The ways that they lived there, the way that they died.
One is a teacher, and one a beginner,
Just wanting to be there and wanting to know.
And together they're trying to tell-us a story
That should have been listened to a long time ago.
G A D
How the life in the mountains is living in danger
G E A
From too many people, too many machines.
G D
And the time is upon us, today is forever,
G E A
Tomorrow is just one of yesterday's dreams.
Cold nights in Canada and icy blue winds,
The man and the mountains are brothers again.
Clear waters are laughing, they sing to the sky,
The rockies are living -they never will die.
Up in the meadow in Jasper, Alberta
Two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride . . . .
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JERE24IAH JOHNSON (Capo-2)
G G Em.
Jeremiah Joh~Ton made his way into the mountains
G Em.
Bettin' on forgettin' all the troubles that he knew
G Em
The trail was wide and narrow
G Em
And the eagle or the sparrow
G E
Showed the path he was to follow as they flew.
C D
A mountain man's a lonely man
And he Teaves a life begTnd -
C G
He ought to have indiderence, but oftimes you will find,
G Em G Eig
That the story doesn't always go that way you had in mind.
C D G
Jeremiah's story is that kind. . .
C ID
Jeremiah's is that kind.
G Em G Em
The way that you wander is the way that you choose,
G Em G Em.
The day that you tarry is the day that you lose.
C D G Em.
Sunshine or thunder, a man will always wonder.
C-D G
Where the fair wind blows.
An Indian says you search in vain for what you cannot find.
He says you'll find a thousand ways for runnin' down your time.
An Indian didn't scream it, he said it in a song,
And he's never been known to be wrong,
He's never been known to be wrong.
COTTON-EYED JOE
Hey there Daddy, did you know
Papa worked a man called Cotton-Eyed Joe
,Papa worked a man called Cotton-Eyed Joe.
Hadn't been for Cotton-Eyed Joe,
Woulda married ten years ago.
Woulda married ten years ago.
I fell down and stubbed my toe.
Called for * a doctor -- Cotton Eyed Joe (repeat)
Tune that fiddle and rosin that.bow.
Play a little tune called Cotton-Eyed Joe (repeat)
Have you heard 'bout Cotton-Eyed Joe?
He's gone to Heaven or down below. (repeat)
Tune that fiddle and rosin that bow
Play a little tune wherever I go. (repeat)
Where'd you come from, where'd you go
Where'd you come from Cotton-Eyed Joe? (repeat)
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CEI~
BLACK MOUNTAIN CABIN SONG By George Michaels
G D
Sittin' in our cabin
C G
On a cold and rainy night
G D
Listenin' to the wind blow.by
C D
Trees roll out of sight.
G D
Listen to the crackle
C G
Of the fire in the stove
G D
Watch the steam arisin'
C G
From the coffeepot it goes.
G D
Sittin' and a thinking'
C G
Of the things that we have done
G D
Workin' and a playin'
C G
Singin' when its done.
Listen to the wind blow by
Rustlin' through the trees
Listen to the clouds blow by
Hidin' things from me.
I wish I had a lady
Sittin' by my side
Just sittin' and a dreamin'
Till the early mornin' light.
Sittin' in Black Mountain
On a cold and rainy night
Listenin' to the wind blow by
Trees roll out of sight.
Listen to that old wind blow by
Trees roll out of sight.
Black Mountain Cabin Song was written by George Michaels while
he was Camp Director at Black Mountain in 1980.
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TOM DULA
G
Hand me down my banjo,
D7
I'll pick hit - on me knee.
This time tomorrow night G
It'll be no use - to me.
CHORUS
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry,
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.
I met her on the mountain,
4 1 swore she'd be my wife,
I met her on the mountain,
And I stabbed her with my knife.
CHORUS
This time tomorrow,
Reckon where I'll be,
Down in some lonesome valley
A-hangin' on a white oak tree.
CHORUS
Lhad my trial at Wilksboro,
And what d'you reckon they,done?
They bound me over to Statesville,
And that's where I'll be hung.
CHORUS
The limb a-bein' oak, boys
The rope a-bein' strong,
Bow down your head, Tom Dooley,
You know you're gonna be hung.
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SOURWOOD MOUNTAIN,
Chicken a-crowing on Sourwood Mountain, Hoe Dee-ing Di Did-Dy-I-Day; So many pretty
girls, I can't count lem, Hoe Dee-ing Di Did-Dy-I-Day.
My true love is a blue-eyed Daisy, Hoe Dee-ing Di Did-Dy-I-Day;
If I don't get her, I'll go crazy, Hoe Dee-ing Di Did-Dy-I-Day.'
My true love lives at the head of the holler, Hoe Dee-ing Di Did-Dy-I-Day; She won't
come and I won't foller, Hoe Dee-ing Di Did-Dy-I-Day.
Ducks in the pond, geese in the ocean, Hoe Dee-ing Di Did-Dy-I-Day; Dev il's in woman
if she takes the notion, Hoe Dee-ing Di Did-Dy-I-Day.
DOWN IN THE VALLEY
D7 G
Down in the valley,
G D7 (cont.)
The valley so low,
D7
Hang your head over, Write me a letter,
D7 G Send it by mail,
Hear the wind blow. Send it in care of
The Birmingham Jail.
Hear the wind blow, love,
Hear the wind blow, Birmingham Jail, love,
Hang your head over, Birmingham Jail,
Hear the wind blow. Send it in care of
The Birmingham Jail.
koses love sunshine,
Violets love dew, Build me a castle
Angels in heaven Forty feet high,
Know I love you. So I can see her
As she rides by.
If you don't love me,
Love who you please, As she rides by, love,
Put your arms 'round me, As she rides by,
Give my heart ease. So I can see her,
As she rides by.
Give my heart ease, love,
Give my heart ease, Down in the valley,
Put your arms 'round me, The valley so low,
Give my heart ease. Hang your head over,
Hear the wind blow.
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ROCKY TOP
G C G
Wish that I was on old Rocky Top
Em D G
Down in the Tennessee hills.
C G
Aint no fog or smog on Rocky Top
Em D G
Ain t no telephone bills.
G C G
I once met a girl on Rocky Top,
Em D G
Half bear, the other half cat.
C G
Wild as a mink, but sweet as soda pop,
Em D G
I still dream about that.
Chorus
Em D
Rocky Top, you'll always be
F C
Home sweet home to me.
G Em
Good ol' Rocky Top,
G D G
Rocky Top, Tennessee,
D G
Rocky Top, Tennessee.
Once two strangers climbed ole Rocky Top,
Looking for a moonshine still.
Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top,
Reckon they never will.
Chorus
Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top,
Dirt's too rocky by far.
That's why all the folks on Rocky Top
Drink their corn from a jar.
Chorus
I've had years of cramped-up city life,
Stuck like a duck in a pen.
All I know is it's a pity life
Can't be simple again.
Chorus
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MOUNTAIN DEW
Chorus
G G G7
They call it that good ol' Mountain Dew, dew, dew,
C G
And them that refuse it are few (are few)
Em C
I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug
D G
With that good ol' Mountain Dew.
My uncle Bill has a still on the hill Where he brews up a gallon or two (or two) The
buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can't fly Just from sniffin' that good ol' Mountain
Dew.
Chorus
Old Rev'rend Gus, ya never heard him cuss Not even a word or two (or two) But ya should
have heard him swear When he didn't get his share Of that good ol' Mountain Dew.
Chorus
My Uncle Fred had a still in the bed Where he brewed up a gallon or two (or two) His
wife drank it all, then you heard that matin' call Just from drinkin' that good ol'
Mountain Dew.
Chorus
My Uncle Hank had an old army tank That he got back in 'forty-two ('forty-two) It
wouldn't move a nudge 'til he gave it a gludge Of that good ol' Mountain.Dew.
Chorus
My Uncle Ron had a still on the John Where he brewed up a gallon or two (or two) .When
the revenuers came alrushin' he'd give it a flua-hii.Of that good old Mountain Dew'.
Chorus
My Uncle Mort, he's sawed-off and short
He stands about four-foot two (fourltwo)
L But he thinks he's a giant when he gpzzles a
pint
Of that good old Mountain Dew.
L
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PARADISE
D G D
When I was a child, my family would travel
A7 D
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born.
G D
There's a backwoods old town that's often remembered
A7 D
So many times that my memories are worn.
CHORUS
D G D
And Daddy won't you take me back to Muehlenbetg County,
A7 D
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay.
G D
Well, I'm sorry, my son, but you're too late in asking
A7 D
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away.
Well, sometimes we'd travel down the Green River
To the abandoned old prison down by Adrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes, and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles is all we would kill.
CHORUS
Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovel
And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land.
They dug for their coal 'til the land was forsaken,
And they wrote it all down as the progress of man.
CHORUS
When I die let my ashes float down the Green River
Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester Dam.
I'll be half-way to heaven with paradise waiting
Just five miles away from wherever I am.
CHORUS
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CLEMENTINE
G
In a cavern, in a canyon
D
Excavating for a mine,
G
Dwelt a miner, 'forty-niner,
D G
And his daughter Clementine.
Chorus
G
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
D
Oh my darling Clementinel
G
Thou art lost and gone forever,
D G
Dreadful sorry, Clemtine.
Light she was and like a fairy, And her shoes were number nine, Herring boxes without
topses Sandals were for clementine.
Chorus
Drove she ducklings to the water, Ev'ry morning just at nine Hit her foot against a
splinter, Fell into the foaming brine.
Chorus
Ruby lips above the water, Blowing bubbles soft and fine But alas, I was no swimmer, So
I lost my Clementine.
Chorus
Then the miner, 'forty-niner, Soon began to peak and pine Thought he oughter find his
daughter, Now he's with his Clementine.
Chorus
In my dreams she still doth haunt me, Robed in garments soaked in brine. Though in life
I used to hug her, Now she's dead I draw the line.
Chorus
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FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN
Em C
Took my family away from my Carcl2na home
Em C
Had dreams about the wesL and started to roaw.
Em C
Six long months on a dust--covered trail,
Em C
They say heaven's at the end but so far,its tEea hall.
CHORUS
G
And there's, Fire on the Mountain
D
Lightening in the air.
Am C
Gold in them hills and it's
Em C Em C
Waitin' for me there.
We were diggin' and siftin' from five to five
Sellin' everything we had just to stay alive
Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bar
Sinnin' was the best thing Lord, and Satan was tne star.
CHORUS
Dance hall girls was the evenin' treat
Empty cartons and blood lined the gutters of the street
Men were shot down for the sake of fun
Or just to hear the noise of their 44 guns.
CHORUS
Now my widow she, weeps by my grave
Tears flow free for her man, she couldn't save
Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame
All for a useless and no good, worthless claim.
CHORUS
CHORUS
.... waitin' for me there.
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SIXTEEN TONS
Am D ji;C of wE~
Now some people say a man s maL U
A-Lu I f7
But a poor man 6 made out of muscle and b oQC[
Am DM
Muscle and blood, -skin and bones,
Am E7
A mind that's weak and a back that's stroag,
CHORUS Dm E7
You load sixteen tons and what do you get?
Am Dm g7
Another day older and deeper in de t.
Am D
Saint Peter, don't you call me 'cause T can't go,
Am E7 Am
I owe my soul to the company store.
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shtine,
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the strawboss hollered, "Well, bless my soul!`
Chorus
Now when you see me comin', you beLter step aside,
Another man didn't and another man died,
I've got one fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't get you, the left one will.
Chorus
SHE'LL BE COMIN' AROUND THE MOUNTAIN
She'll be comin' around the mountain when she comes,
She'll be comin' around the mountain when she comes,
She'll be comin' around the mountain,
She'll be comin' around'the' mountain,
She'll be comin' around the mountain when she comes,
She'll be drivin' six white horses, etc.
L We will all go to meet her, etc.
We will have chicken an' dumplins, etc.
She'll be reelin' an a-rockin', etc.
We'll shout glory hallelujah, etc.
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THE EAGLE AND THE HAWK
D
I am the eagle I live in high country
C
in rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky;
am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers,
C ry but time is still turning they soon will be d
And allthose who see me and all who believe in me
share in the freedom I feel when I Yly. E A
D Bm G A
Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain
Dm Bm G A
tops, saR o'er the canyons and uptD the stars,
D G D'
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
G Em7 A
and all that we can be and not what we are.
BaddE A G Fmaj-5 E
NEW MEXICO YOU WILL BE MISSED- Ken Konopka
It D C G
t s been a year since I've been away aEd I've missed it so;
D G
The mountain streams, the rugged peaks all covered with snow;
D C G
Frosty mornings, chillin' breezes, wild flowers covered with dew;
D C G
Friendly people, smiling faces, New Mexico I've missed you.
C G C G , G
New Mexico I've missed you, New Mexico I ve missed you.
D C G
Many places rival the scenery, but the people are the best.
D C G
The spirit of the mountains is in everyone, it's the spirit of friendliness.
D C G
Not everywhere you can say hello and receive a warm reply;
D C G
But in New Mexico it happens every day. It's the New Mexican way of life,
C G C G D
It's the New Mexican way of life, it's the New Mexican way of life.
D I C G
slimmer s endin', people leaving, sadness
through and through.
D C
Say good-bye to the people, the mountains, the sky of azure blue.
Gist.
Ro one really wants to leave, but obYigations
do pers
D C G
We'll leave with the spirit in our hearts, New Mexico you will be missed;
C G C G D'
New Mexico you will be missed, New Mexico you will be missed;
C G - D
New Mexico you will be missed.
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HAPPY WANDERER
17 C G7
I love to go a-wandering along the mountain tracks
C F G C
And as I go I love to sing, my knapsack on my back.
Chorus
G C
Val-de-ri, val-de-ra
G C
Val-de-ri, val-de-ra-ha-ha-ha-ha
G C
Val-de-ri, val-de-ra
F G C
My knapsack on my back.
I love to wander by the stream that dances in the sun
So joyously it calls to me, "Come join my happy song."
Chorus
I wave my hat to all I see and they wave back to
me
And blackbirds call so loud and free from every greenwood tree.
Chorus
High overhead the blackbird wings, they never
rest at home
But just like me they love to sing as o'er the world we roam.
Chorus
Oh, may I go a-wandering until the day I die
Oh, may I always laugh and sing beneath God's clear blue sky.
Chorus
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77-
GEORGETOWN
C Am
Stting on a white stone bridge
F G C
'bout a mile from Georgetown, Colorado.
C Am F
Looking at a mountain meadow that's
G C changing, golden brown to shadow.
Hundred yards behind my back is a bar
G Am
and I'd like to go and drounmy sorrow
F C
Carry my mind to an easy time,
G Am - F G
the far side of tomorrow.
CHORUS
GFG F G C
And the river, she flows on around the bend,
Am F G
On down to Denver, where she meets a friend,
F G C
Then they sail together till they reach the sea.
Am F G C
wish I was the river, Lord, and the river was me.
I heard there's a man aways up the road
ows just how to sing and play the guitar. i the edge of fame and fortune,
ve made himself a very big star.
-ities in a big cadillac lie ladies a smile. money and gave it right back heart awhile.
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BLACK MOUNTAIN By Mark Rom
G C D2 C
I love Black Mountain D-D MAJOR
G C D 2= C played up 2 frets
Cabin so right,
C D
Roof that's tight (CHORUS CHORDS)
G C D2
Mike you my home, Black Mountain.
G C D
Put you in my pocket for the rest of my life.
G C D2 C
Sun's comin' up at Black Mountain
G D
Me and my coffee, we're walking the trails.
G D
Got the sourdough in the oven, (VERSE CHORDS)
C D
Burro feed in the burro pail.
I love Black Mountain
Saws that sing and axes that bite.
Got you in my sights, Black Mountain. (CHORUS)
Put you in my pocket for the'rest of my life.
Ize hammerin', early sawin'
Snake's tellin' stories about his bear.
Tom's shooting rifles, Zach's a-jawing (VERSE)
'Saying,"It'll shine, don't have a care."
I love Black Mountain
Strong stone arms and soft spruce arms.
I fell for your charms, BlackMountain. (CHORUS)
Put you in my pocket for the rest of my life.
Singing the sun down at Black Mountain.
Dipping wax candles, pouring hot lead. (VERSE)
Tossing our axes, cleaning our rifles
Lay my head down, it's time for bed.
I love Black Mountain
Wrap your arms around me and hold me tight.
Wake you my home Black Mountain (CHORUS)
Put you in my pocket for the rest of my
life.
Put you in my pocket for the rest of my life.
Mark Rom wrote BLACK MOUNTAIN while on staff there in 1979.
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SANTA FE TRAPPER Music - Sam Shupe Words - Tony "Snake" Gerard
G D C G
In the summer of
eighteen and three
G Em C D
We left Kentucky, my brother and me
F9 E C G
or the wanderlust ha2 us, and wouldn't set us free
Em C G
And we set our path for the West
Over in Missouri we come upon a band Got a job driving mules for a man named LaLand The
pay wasn't so good, but it was better than none And we got fed for free.
Headed across the plains to Santa Fe A man called Gervaes, who knew, he led the way The
Pawnees was bothersome, and they killed three mules And it was hotter than hell.
For three years we trapped north of Santa Fe
My brother, me and our partners Juan and Jay
The fur we took was prime, but it wasn't legal then
So Juan snuck our plews into Taos
Down along the Pecos was where Juan met his end With an arrow through the chest, but he
died among his friends We buried him deep, so the wolves couldn't gnaw his bones And left
no marker on his grave.
A Comanche warrior's daughter I bought as my wife For two kegs of powder and fusee and
my knife She made things go easier and soon she took on life And bore me a son that same
year.
Smuggling our plews back into Santa Fe
In eighteen and fourteen, that's how they caught ole' Jay
Me and my brother we both got clean away
But they sent Jay to prison way down south.
These long twenty years I ain't gained a whole lot
My brother he died from a grizzly bear's swat
My woman she died in the spring of twenty three
And Kentucky haunts my memory.
G Em C D
Chorus 1 And the Ohio River flows slow and
easy in the summertime
G Em
And a breeze commin' across it
C D
Sure does make a man feel fine
G Em C
And why I left that cool green valley, I'll never know
Em. C
Just to die out here in the desert
.D
In New Mexico.
Chorus 2 And the Cimarron River flows clear
and cold in the summertime
And those mountains are full of beaver
And you know so oh they're gonna be prime
And why I sometimes think about leaving, I'll never know
The life of a trapper out here
In New Mexico.
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MOUNTAIN LADY Paul C. Tweed
D Di D2
I met her in the mountains of New Mexico
D Dl D2
Her hair was as gold as the summer sun
D Di D2 4 D 6 a F
She makes me feel as high as the tallest mountain
D Dl D2
And I hate to leave her when the summers done.
D, Dl, D2
D, Dl, D2
ly Dl D 2
I was workin as a cowboy in those mountains
I had everything I could ever want
A good ole horse to ride and a cabin to sleep in
Alone with my lady under the stars above.
CHORUS
G A D, Dl, D2
She s so fine, she's my mountain lady 2
G A D , D', D
The most beautiful woman in the world. 1
G A D D - D
I must be the richest man under the skies of blue
G A G
Just to have her love and to hear her say "b abe I love you".
D Di D2
Her blue eyes they shine in the moonlight
Her smile makes me feel so fine
I'm tellin' you boys, there ain't nothin' in this ole world
That can make me feel like my New Mexican girl.
CHORUS
D Dl D2
Well I'm leavin' when the autumn leaves start fallin' Back to the north, and the cold
and snow. I hate to leave her and these mountains, But a'part of me is stayin' just to let
her know.
1AE
CHORUS
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MORENO VALLEY Tom Munch
(written Christmas of 1976)
A Bm/E C#m/A Bm7
Life in the mountains is living in paradise,
A Bm/E C#m/A Bm7
Their sunshine and pine trees are heaven on earth.
A Bm/E C#m/A BM7
The magic that drifts on the wings of Mariah
A Bm/E C#m/A - : Dm
Fills up my soul and aboundsit in mirth
CHORUS
Am C Am G
Oh Mariah, voice of the mountains,
Am C
Take me on your whispered breath
Dm7 Am
To Moreno Valley.
A Bm/E C#m/A Bm7
The Sangre De Cristos explode in their grandeur
A Bm/E C#m/A B;7
They're rugged and towering, but yet graceful too.
A Bm/E C#m/A Bm7
I love Cimarron Canyon, I love Eagle Nest,
A Bm/E C#m/A Dm
I climb to the rocks and look out o'er the view.
CHORUS
3rd Verse instrumental and hum
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NEW MEXICAN COWBOY. By Curt Rom
D G D G
Sun comes up over the prairie, its shining off the prairie ponds.
D Bm E A
I'm sitting here on my pony watchin' the day start to move along.
G A D Bm
The wind blows through the pine trees and across the mountain tops.
G A G A D
Yeah, I know this is the life for me and the good days never stop.
CHORUS
D G D A D
Just a New Mexican cowboy, doing what I've always dreamed.
D G D D Bm G-A
Just a New Mexican cowboy, doin' life naturally it seems to me.
A D
Keep riding high.
In a high mountain grassland, I'm watching the cattle graze,
Riding across burn meadow, working for my day's wage.
The sweat rolls from under my hat and across my dusty brow.
Got to get along hoss, can't lope like that, got to chase another stray cow.
CHORUS
Kicked back at the trapper-'s lodge, i'm
sitting on the front porch.
Smell the ole majestic cooking what the cookie don't scorch.
I know that fence needs fixin' and some of the chores ain't done.
But today is not right fordoing them, there will be another one.
CHORUS
Tomorrow I'm headed for Cimarron, to the local meeting place,
Gonna play some pool and see some friends and probably eat a steak.
There will be piano singing, a two-step dance, and a barroom fight.
Its a hard lot of work in a cowboy's life but you know its really alright.
CHORUS
Sitting around a campfire watching the
flames leap from log to log,
Thinking the whole day through some cowboys songs.
And I wish for you all around the best of peace and joy,.
Got to keep riding high all your life like the New Mexican boy.
CHORUS
Curt R. Rom wrote this song (NEW MEXICAN COWBOY) while a member of
the 1978 Beaubien Staff.
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THE DYING COWBOY
(Rather slowly.)
G
0 bur-y me not on the lone prair-
D
ie, These words came low and mournful-
G G
ly, From the pal - lid lips of a youth who
lay on his dy - ing
D G
bed at the close of day.
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SONG OF WYOMING
C C7 F m?
Well, I'm weary and tired, I've done my days risin
C Dm7-G7
Night time is rolling my way.
C C7 F F m
The sky's all on fire, the light's slowly fading,
C G C
Peaceful and still ends the day.
Em Am Em ' C7
Out on the trail the night birds calling
F F m C
Singing their wild melody.
Em Am Em C7
Down in the canyon, the cottonwoods whisper
F F m C F-Fm-C
A song of Wyoming for me.
Well, I wandered around the town and the city,
Tried to figure the how and the why.:
I've stopped all my scheming, I'm just driftin'
and dreamin',
And watching the river roll by.
Here comes that big old prairie moonxising,
Shining down as bright as can be, -
High on a hill, there's a coyote singing
The song of Wyoming for me.
Now it's whiskey and tobacco and bitter black coffee
A lonesome old dogie am I
But waking up on the range, Lord, I feel like an angel,
I feel like I almost could fly.
Drift like a cloud out over the badlands
Sing like a bird in the tree,
The wind in the sage sounds like heaven singing,
The song of Wyoming for me.
The song of Wyoming for me.
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ME AND MY UNCLE
Em
Me and my uncle went ridin' dc,-wn
G
From Colorado, West Texas Ound,
We stopped off, in Santa Fe,
G E it bein' part, just about hali way
Am C D Em
AHJ besides it was the hottest part of the day.
We led our ponies into a stall,' Went to the bar boys, we bought drinks for all, Ten
days in the saddle, you know my body hurt, It bein' summer, I took off my shirt, And I
tried to wash off some of that dust and dirt.
West Texas cowboys, they're all over town, With gold and silver, they're loaded down,
Just in from roundup, you know it seemed a shame, And so my uncle, hestarts a friendly
game Of High-Low Jacks and the winner takes the game.
Right from the first Uncle starts to win, West Texas cowboys, they's mad as sin, Some
say he's cheatin',Ah, but that can't be, Cause my Uncle, he's''bout as honest as me, And
I'm as honest as a Denver man can be.
One of them cowboys, he starts to draw, I grabs a bottle, I.-cracked him on the jaw, I
shot another, he won't grow old, And in the confusion, my uncle grabs the gold, And we
high-tail it on down to Mexico.
Well God bless cowboys, and God bless gold, God bless my uncle, God rest his soul, He
taught me well boys, he taught me all I know, He taught me so well, that I grabbed that
gold, And I left my uncle dead by the side of the road.
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DESPERADO
Desperado, why don't you come to youi: senses? You've been out riding fences for so
long now. Oh, you're a hard one. And I know that you got your reasons But these things
that are pleasing you Will hurt you somehow.
Don't you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy,
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the Queen of Hearts is always your best b-zL.
Now it seems to me some f-ine things have been laid upcL
your table,
But you only want the ones that you can't get.
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger Your pain and your hunger, they're driving
you on. Your freedom, oh, freedom Well, that's just some people talking We're prisoners
walking through this world all alone.
Don't your feet get cold in the winter time,
The sky won't snow, and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the nighttime from the day.
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away.
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? Come down from your fences--open the
gate. It may be raining But there's a rainbow above you. You better let somebody love,
Before it's too late.
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THE STRAWBERRY ROAN Curley
W. Fletcher 1915
C G
I was loafin' around just spendin' muh time
G C
Out of a job and I hadn't a dime,
C F
When a feller steps up and sez he "I suppose
G
That yore uh bronc fighter by the looks o' yer clothes."
C G
Well I thought he was right and I,told him the same,
G U
Then I asks has he gotFany bad ones to tame.
He says be has one a bad one tuh buck, C
And fur piling good cowboys he has lots uh luck.
Well I gets all excited and asks what he pays,. Tuh ride that old pony a couple uh
days. He offers ten dollars. Sez I "I'm yure man, Fur the bronk never lived that I
couldn't fan."
I don't like to brag but I got this tuh say, That I ain't been throwed fur many a day.
Sez he git yur saddle I'll give yuh a chance, So I gits in his buckboard and drifts tuh
his ranch.
I stays until mornin' and right after chuck, I steps out tuh see if that outlaw kin
buck. He was down in the hoss corral standing alone, A snakey eyed outlaw, a strawberry
roan.
His legs is all spavined he's got pigeon toes, Little pig eyes and a long roman nose,
Little pin ears that touched at the tip, An X.Y.Z. iron stamped on his hip.
Yew necked he is with a long lower jaw, All the things that_you'll see on a wild
outlaw. Well I puts on muh spurs I'm sure feelin' fine, Turns up muh hat and picks up muh
twine.
I dabs that loop on him and well I knows then, That before he is rode I'll sure earn
that ten. I gets muh blinds on him it shore is a fight, Next comes muh saddle I screws it
down tight.
Then I gets on him I sez "Raise the blind, Move out uv his way and les see him
unwind." Well he bows his old neck and I guess he unwound, Fur he ain't spendin' much
uvhis time on the ground.
He turns his old belly right up to the sun, He shore is a sunfishing sun-of-a-gun. He
goes up toward the east and comes down toward the west, To stay on his middle I'm doin'
muh best.
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THE STRAWBERRY ROAN (Continued)
He is the
worst bucker I sees on the range, He could turn on a dime and
give you back change. He hits on all fours and turns up on his side, I don't see how he
keeps from sheddin' his hide.
I tell yuh, no foolin', that caballo can step, I was still in my saddle, a buildin'
some rep. Away goes muh stirrups and I loses muh hat, I'm grabbin' the apple and blind as
a, bat.
He shore is frog walkin' he heaves a big sigh, He only lacks wings fur tuh be on the
fly. An while he's a bucking he squeals like a shoat, I tell yuh that pony has shore got
muh goat.
With a phenominal jump he kicks her in high, And I'm settin' on nothin' way up in the
sky. And then I descends, I comes back tuh earth, And I lights inta cussin' the day of his
birth.
Then I knows that the hosses I ain't able tuh ride, Is some uv them livin', they
haven't all died. And I bets all muh money that no man,alive, Can stay with that bronk
when he makes the high dive.
TUMBLING TUMBLEWEEDS
6 them tum ing own,
kdding their heads to the ground,
a
ely, but free I'll be found, G
Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds.
Cares of the past left behind, Nowhere to ride but I'll find, Just where the trail will
wind, Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds.
I know whennight is gone,
I ID
Tlere s a new world born at dawn, De&p in my heart is a song, H re on the range I
belong, 151 keep rollin' alonr'pg,, Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds.
HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU
Happy trails to you, Until we meet again. Happy trails to you, Keep smilin' on till
then. Happy trails to you, Till we meet again.
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