Hank. I can't help it

3-line verse 1
Today I passed you on the street
And my heart fell at your feet
REFRAIN:
I can't help it if I'm still in love with you

3-line verse 2
Somebody else stood by your side
And he looked so satisfied
I can't help it if I'm still in love with you

4-line verse 1
A picture from the past came slowly stealin'
As I brushed your arm and walked so close to you
Then suddenly I got that old time feelin'
I can't help it if I'm still in love with you

BREAK

4-line verse 2
It's hard to know another's lips will kiss you
And hold you just the way I used to do
Oh, heaven only knows how much I miss you
I can't help it if I'm still in love with you

Get in line brother

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Backwoods Bluegrass version of lyrics

INSTRUMENTAL INTRO

VERSE 1
Oh listen to me sinners, don't you want to know?
For someday he's coming back again, you know
If that wrong ain't rightened you'll be lost in sin
(Get in line, Brother) he will take you in

CHORUS 1
Get in line, Brother, if you wanna go home
Get on your knees and righten that wrong
Then you'll be singin this old-time song
(Get in line, Brother) if you wanna go home

BREAK 1

V2
Now let me tell you brother just how I feel
Then I'm sure you'd know the love of God is real
Then you'll be praying while I sing this song
(Get in line, Brother) if you wanna go home

C2
Get in line, Brother, if you wanna go home
Get on your knees and righten that wrong
Then you'll be singin' this old-time song
(Get in line, Brother) if you wanna go home

BREAK 2

V3
Now listen to me Satan I have rightened that wrong
Got a one-way ticket and I'm going home
I've got no worries as I sing this song
(Get in line, Brother) if you wanna go home

C3
Get in line, Brother, if you wanna go home
Get on your knees and righten that wrong
Then you'll be singin this old-time song
(Get in line, Brother) if you wanna go home

BREAK 3

C4 and OUTRO
Get in line, Brother, if you wanna go home
Get on your knees and righten that wrong
Then you'll be singin this old-time song
(Get in line, Brother) if you wanna go home

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Flatt and Scruggs version of lyrics

INSTRUMENTAL INTRO

VERSE 1
Oh listen to me sinners, don't you want to know?
For someday he's coming back again, you know
If that wrong ain't rightened you'll be lost in sin
(Get in line, Brother) he will take you in

CHORUS 1
Get in line, Brother, if you wanna go home
Get on your knees and righten that wrong
Then you'll be singin this old-time song
(Get in line Brother) if you wanna go home

BREAK 1

V2
Oh listen to me Satan I have rightened that wrong
Got a one-way ticket and I'm going home
I've got no worries as I sing this song
(Get in line Brother) if you wanna go home

C2
Get in line, Brother, if you wanna go home
Get on your knees and righten that wrong
Then you'll be singin this old-time song
(Get in line, Brother) if you wanna go home

BREAK 2

V3
If I could tell you brother just how I feel
Then I'm sure you'd know the love of God is real
Then you'll be praying while I sing this song
(Get in line, Brother) if you wanna go home

C3
Get in line, Brother, if you wanna go home
Get on your knees and righten that wrong
Then you'll be singin this old-time song
(Get in line, Brother) if you wanna go home

INSTRUMENTAL TAG

The Boys of Barr na Sraide. Danu

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County Kerry's Cahersiveen, on the Iveragh Peninsula, rises from the River Ferta up the slopes of Beenatee, a hill about the height of New York's Empire State Building. The hill overlooks the Atlantic from a distance of about 10 miles.

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[Danu's slightly modified lyrics, as slightly edited by YT.]

Oh the town it climbs the mountain and looks down on the sea,
In sleeping time or waking ‘tis there I long to be,
To walk again those kindly streets, the place my life began,
And the boys of Barr na Sráide went hunting for the wren.

With cudgels stout we roamed about to hunt the droleen [dreoilín].
We searched for birds in every furze from Litir [Letter] to Dooneen.
We danced for joy beneath the sky; life held no print or plan
For the boys of Barr na Sráide went hunting for the wren.

And when the hills were bleeding and the rifles they were aflame
To the rebel homes of Kerry the Saxon stranger came
But the ones who fought the Auxies and who beat the Black and Tan
Were the boys in Barr na Sráide who hunted for the wren.

BRIDGE
So here’s a health to them tonight, those lads who laughed with me
By the groves of Caragh [Cara] River or the slopes of Beenatee
John Dawley and Batt Andy and the Sheehans Con and Dan
Were the boys of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the wren.

But now they toil on foreign soil and they have gone their way
Deep in the heart of London or over in Broadway
When [And] I am left to sing their deeds and to praise them while I can,
to the boys [those boys] of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the wren

And when the wheel of life runs down and peace comes over me
Oh lay me down in that old town between the hills and sea
I’ll take my sleep in those green fields the place my life began
And the boys of Barr na Sráide went hunting for the wren.

OUTRO

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"Barr na Sráide" (Top Street or High Street) runs horizontally along Beenatee's slope through Cahersiveen, after which the route's name changes to "Old Road." The song pictures an ideal path for fun-loving boys. The song by the poet Sigerson Clifford relates the local St. Stephen's Day tradition of hunting wrens (dreoilíns) to the Irish War of Independence. The boys in the poem refer to an extended group of rural youths living in Kerry and Limerick counties, who a few years later fought to drive the British from Ireland.

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Correct Lyrics of "The Boys of Barr na Sráide"
by Sigerson Clifford

Oh the town it climbs the mountain and looks out upon the sea
And sleeping time or waking, ‘tis there I long to be
To walk again that kindly street, the place where life began
And the Boys of Barr na Sráide went hunting for the Wran.

With cudgels stout we roamed about to hunt the Droilín
We searched for birds in every furze from Letter to Dooneen
We sang for joy beneath the sky, life held no print or plan
And we Boys of Barr na Sráide, a-hunting for the Wran.

And when the hills were bleeding and the rifles were aflame
To the Rebel homes of Kerry, the Saxon stranger came
But the men who dared the Auxies and who beat the Black and Tan
Were the Boys of Barr na Sráide, a-hunting for the Wran.

And here’s a toast to them tonight, the lads who laughed with me
By the Groves of Carhan River or the slopes of Beenatee
John Dawley and Batt Andy, and the Sheehans Con and Dan
And the Boys of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the Wran.

And now they toil on foreign soil, where they have gone their way
Deep in the heart of London town or over in Broadway
And I am left to sing their deeds and praise them while I can
Those Boys of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the Wran.

And when the wheel of life runs down and peace comes over me
O lay me down in that old town between the hills and sea
I’ll take my sleep in those green fields the place my life began
Where the Boys of Barr na Sráide went hunting for the Wran.

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Local dialect evidently renders Caragh as Caran.

Doc Watson: Tom Dooley

Each verse is followed by a short instrumental refrain, not all of which are identical.

[Verse 1 and chorus]
Hang your head, Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to die
You left her by the roadside where you begged to be excused
You left her by the roadside, then you hid her clothes and shoes

[Chorus]
Hang your head, Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to die

[Verse 2]
You took her on the hillside for to make her your wife
You took her on the hillside and there, you took her life
You dug the grave four feet long and you dug it three feet deep
You rolled the cold clay over her and tromped it with your feet

[Chorus]
Hang your head, Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to die

[Verse 3]
Trouble, it's trouble a-rollin' through my breast
As long as I'm a-livin', boys, they ain't a-gonna let me rest
I know they're gonna hang me, tomorrow I'll be dead
Though I never even harmed a hair on poor little Laurie's head

[Chorus]
Hang your head, Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to die

Extra beat on instrumental refrain

[Verse 4]
In this world and one more, then reckon where I'll be
If it wasn't for Sheriff Grayson, I'd be in Tennessee
You can take down my old violin and play it all you please
For at this time tomorrow, boys, it'll be no use to me

[Chorus]
Hang your head, Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to die

[Verse 5 and chorus]
At this time tomorrow, where do you reckon I'll be?
Away down yonder in the holler, hangin' on a white oak tree
Hang your head, Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to die

[Instrumental refrain/outro]

The train that carried my girl from town

Doc Watson version

V1
There goes the train that carried my girl from town
If I knowed her number, Lord, I'd flag her down
Wish to the Lord that the train would wreck
Kill that engineer and break the fireman's neck

C
Hey, the train that carried my girl from town
Hey, hey, hey, hey

V2
Where was you when the train left town?
I's standin' on the corner with my head hung down
If I had my gun I'd let the hammer down
Lord, I'd shoot that rounder that took my girl from town

C
Hey, that train that carried my girl from town
Hey, hey, hey, hey

V3
Rations on the table and the coffee's getting cold
And some dirty rounder took my jelly roll
Hello, Central, give me six-o-nine
I want to talk to that woman of mine

C
Hey, that train that carried my girl from town
Hey, hey, hey, hey

V4
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can you show me that woman that a man can trust
There goes my girl, somebody bring her back
'Cause she got her hand in my money sack

C
Hey, that train that carried my girl from town
Hey, hey, hey, hey

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Burnett Sisters version

V1
Where was you when the train left town?
I's standin' on the corner with my head hung down
If I had my gun I'd let the hammer down
Lord, I'd shoot that rounder that took my girl from town

C
Hey, that train that carried my girl from town
Hey, hey, hey, hey

V2
There goes the train that carried my girl from town
If I knowed her number, Lord, I'd flag her down
Wish to the Lord that the train would wreck
Kill that engineer and break the fireman's neck

C
Hey, the train that carried my girl from town
Hey, hey, hey, hey

V3
Rations on the table and the coffee's getting cold
And some dirty rounder took my jelly roll
Hello, Central, give me six-o-nine
I want to talk to that woman of mine

C
Hey, that train that carried my girl from town
Hey, hey, hey, hey

V4
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can you show me that woman that a man can trust
There goes my girl, somebody bring her back
'Cause she got her hand in my money sack

C
Hey, that train that carried my girl from town
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Instrumental outro and chorus tag

C
Hey, that train that carried my girl from town
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Waylon. Amanda

[Verse 1]
I've held it all inward, God knows I've tried
But it's an awful awakenin' in a country boy's life
To look in the mirror in total surprise
At the hair on my shoulders and the age in my eyes

[Chorus]
Amanda, light of my life
Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife
Amanda, light of my life
Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife

Short guitar bridge

[Verse 2]
It's a measure of people who don't understand
The pleasures of life in a hillbilly band
I got my first guitar when I was fourteen
Now I'm over thirty, still wearing jeans

[Chorus]
Amanda, light of my life
Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife
Amanda, light of my life
Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife

Instrumental outro

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Songwriter: Don Williams

Lost Highway. Hank Williams

I'm a rollin' stone, all alone and lost
For a life of sin, I have paid the cost
When I pass by, all the people say
There goes another boy, down the lost highway

Just a deck of cards, and a jug of wine
And a woman's lies makes a life like mine
For the day we met, I went astray
I started rolling down that lost highway

BREAK
I was just a lad, nearly 22
Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you
And now I'm lost, too late to pray
Lord, I take a cost, on the lost highway

Now boys don't start your ramblin' round
On this road of sin, or you're sorrow-bound
Take my advice or you'll curse the day
You started rollin' down that lost highway