1. |
Death of King Henry
03:18
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WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, KING HENRY, MY SON?
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, MY OWN PRETTY ONE?
I BEEN AT THE GREENWOOD, MAMA, MAKE MY BED SOON
I'M SICK TO MY HEART, AND I’LL DIE BEFORE NOON
WHO MET YOU THERE, KING HENRY, MY SON?
WHO MET YOU THERE, MY OWN PRETTY ONE?
I MET WITH MY LOVER, MAMA MAKE MY BED SOON
I'M SICK TO MY HEART, AND I’LL DIE BEFORE NOON
WHAT DID SHE GIVE YOU, KING HENRY, MY SON?
WHAT DID SHE GIVE YOU, MY OWN PRETTY ONE?
I'S FED CATFISH AND CORNBREAD, MAMA MAKE MY BED SOON
I'M SICK TO MY HEART, AND I’LL DIE BEFORE NOON
OH HELL, YOU ARE POISONED, KING HENRY, MY SON
OH HELL, YOU ARE POISONED, MY OWN PRETTY ONE
WAS THAT RATTLESNAKE WOMAN, MAMA MAKE MY BED SOON
I'M SICK TO MY HEART, AND I’LL DIE BEFORE NOON
WHAT WILL YOU LEAVE TO YOUR LOVER, MY SON?
WHAT WILL YOU LEAVE HER, MY OWN PRETTY ONE?
JUST A TALL TREE TO HANG FROM, MOTHER MAKE MY BED SOON
I'M SICK TO THE HEART, AND I’LL DIE BEFORE NOON
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2. |
King of the Holler
03:04
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YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
A’SO SAY THE KING OF THE HOLLER
BUT NOW DADDY’S GETTIN’ OLDER
BUT NOW DADDY’S GETTIN’ OLDER
BUT NOW DADDY’S GETTIN’ OLDER
A’WHO WILL BE KING OF THE HOLLER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
AN’ YOU COULD BE KING OF THE HOLLER
YOU KNOW YOUR MAMA DONE TOLD YA
YOU KNOW YOUR MAMA DONE TOLD YA
YOU KNOW YOUR MAMA DONE TOLD YA
THAT YOU WOULD BE KING OF THE HOLLER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
NOW WHY NOT TRY KING OF THE HOLLER
SHE SAID NOBODY COULD HOLD HER
SHE SAID NOBODY COULD HOLD HER
SHE SAID NOBODY COULD HOLD HER
A’SAVE FOR THE KING OF THE HOLLER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
BUT SOON YOU’LL BE KING OF THE HOLLER
O SOON YOU’LL BE KING OF THE HOLLER
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3. |
Lady and the Devil
03:10
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WAS A TIME GONE AWAY I’D A FARM ON A HILL
FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
IN A TIME GONE AWAY I’D A FARM ON A HILL
I’S INCLINED TO HOE CORN, I’D BE FARMING THERE STILL
SINGIN’ FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
ONE DAY AS I LAY WITH MY HEAD TO THE SKY
FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
THIS DAY AS I LAY WITH MY HEAD TO THE SKY
COME THE DEVIL TO ME WITH A FIRE IN HIS EYES
SINGIN’ FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
I ASKED OF THE DEVIL: YOU’RE AFTER MY LIFE?
FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
I CRIED TO THE DEVIL: YOU’RE AFTER MY LIFE
OH NO, SAID THE DEVIL, I’M AFTER YOUR WIFE
SINGIN’ FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
I SAID: TAKE HER AWAY, AND I’LL TROUBLE YOU NONE
FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
YOU TAKE HER AWAY, AND I’LL TROUBLE YOU NONE
SHE WON’T BE MUCH LONGER SO PRETTY AND YOUNG
SINGIN’ FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
HE CARRIED HER DOWN TO THE VALLEY OF HELL
FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
HE CARRIED MY LOVE TO THE VALLEY OF HELL
AND HE CALLED TO HIS DEMONS: LET’S SCORCH HER UP WELL
SINGIN’ FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
OUT COME HIS DEMONS TO PUT HER IN CHAINS
FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
OUT COME SOME DEMONS TO PUT HER IN CHAINS
THEN UP WITH HER FOOT AND SHE KICKED IN THEIR BRAINS
SINGIN’ FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
SHE BACKED THE OLD DEVIL UP INTO THE WALL
FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
SHE BACKED MISTER DEVIL UP INTO THE WALL
SAYIN’ LET ME GO, DADDY, OR I’LL MURDER YOU ALL
SINGIN’ FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
EARLY NEXT MORNING I LOOKED TO THE ROAD
FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
I WOKE THE NEXT MORNING AND LOOKED TO THE ROAD
AND THERE WAS MY LOVER A’COMIN’ ON HOME
SINGIN’ FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
BY NOW YOU SHOULD KNOW WHAT MY WOMAN CAN DO
FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
NOW YOU SHOULD KNOW WHAT MY WOMAN CAN DO
SHE BESTED THE DEVIL, SHE’D DO BETTER TO YOU
SINGIN’ FIDDLE-EE-DEE, FIDDLE-DA
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4. |
'Codone and the Corn
01:24
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GRANDPA WAS A FARMER 'TILLIN DOWN THE MOUNTAINSIDE
BUT THE GROWIN' WASN'T EASY, SO THE DAY MY GRANDPA DIED
GRANNY SOLD THE FARM TO A MAN FROM WAY UP NORTH
AND EVERYBODY'S GONE IN THE COTTON AND THE CORN
EVERYBODY'S GONE IN THE COTTON AND THE CORN
DADDY WAS A MINER SPENT HIS DAYS DOWN IN THE PIT
BUT THE FAMILY'S DOIN' FINE UNTIL THE DAY MY DADDY SPLIT
MAMA TOOK TO HATIN' LIKE THE WORST OF WOMEN SCORNED
AND EVERYBODY'S GONE IN THE COAL OR IN THE CORN
EVERYBODY'S GONE IN THE COAL OR IN THE CORN
EVERYBODY'S WANTIN' AND WE LEAVE THIS WORLD ALONE
EVERYBODY'S HURTIN' IN THEIR MUSCLES, IN THEIR BONES
EVERYBODY'S DYIN' FROM THE MINUTE THAT THEY'RE BORN
AND EVERYBODY'S GONE IN THE 'CODONE AND THE CORN
EVERYBODY'S GONE IN THE 'CODONE AND THE CORN
SAYIN' EVERYBODY'S GONE IN THE 'CODONE AND THE CORN
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5. |
Greenwood Side
04:12
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WAS A LADY IN THE HOLLER
O BARREN RIVER, O MOUNTAIN HIGH
SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH HER FATHER’S KILLER
DOWN BY THE GREENWOOD SIDE
HE LOVED HER WELL A YEAR AND A DAY
O BARREN RIVER, O MOUNTAIN HIGH
‘TILL HER SWELLIN’ BELLY DID HER BETRAY
DOWN BY THE GREENWOOD SIDE
SHE LEANED HER BACK AGAINST A THORN
O BARREN RIVER, O MOUNTAIN HIGH
AND THERE SHE HAD TWO LITTLE BABES BORN
DOWN BY THE GREENWOOD SIDE
TWO RED SILK RIBBONS IN HER CURLS
O BARREN RIVER, O MOUNTAIN HIGH
SHE TOOK TO SMOTHER THOSE NEWBORN GIRLS
DOWN BY THE GREENWOOD SIDE
SHE BURIED THEM INSIDE THE EARTH
O BARREN RIVER, O MOUNTAIN HIGH
ONE SHALLOW GRAVE SHE DUG IN THE DIRT
DOWN BY THE GREENWOOD SIDE
AND AS SHE MADE HER WAY BACK HOME
O BARREN RIVER, O MOUNTAIN HIGH
SHE SAW TWO PRETTY GIRLS A’PLAYIN’ ALL ALONE
DOWN BY THE GREENWOOD SIDE
MY SWEET YOUNG THINGS, IF YOU WERE MINE
O BARREN RIVER, O MOUNTAIN HIGH
I’D DRESS YOU UP IN SILKS SO FINE
DOWN BY THE GREENWOOD SIDE
MOTHER DEAR, WHEN WE WE DID LIVE
O BARREN RIVER, O MOUNTAIN HIGH
BUT TWO SILK RIBBONS DID YOU GIVE
DOWN BY THE GREENWOOD SIDE
MY DAUGHTERS LOOK WITH HEAVEN’S EYE
O BARREN RIVER, O MOUNTAIN HIGH
SEE WHAT DEATH NOW I MUST DIE
DOWN BY THE GREENWOOD SIDE
SEVEN YEARS A FISH IN THE FLOOD
O BARREN RIVER, O MOUNTAIN HIGH
SEVEN YEARS A BIRD IN THE WOOD
DOWN BY THE GREENWOOD SIDE
SEVEN YEARS YOUR TONGUE TO THE WARNING BELL
O BARREN RIVER, O MOUNTAIN HIGH
ETERNITY IN THE FLAMES OF HELL
DOWN BY THE GREENWOOD SIDE
WELCOME, WELCOME FISH IN THE FLOOD
O BARREN RIVER, O MOUNTAIN HIGH
WELCOME, WELCOME BIRD IN THE WOOD
DOWN BY THE GREENWOOD SIDE
WELCOME, WELCOME WARNING BELL
O BARREN RIVER, O MOUNTAIN HIGH
BUT SPARE ME, LORD, FROM THE FLAMES OF HELL
DOWN BY THE GREENWOOD SIDE
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6. |
Murder Ballad
02:30
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O MY COUNTRY BOY
YOU WITH THE ROVIN' EYE
DON'T YOU RUN AROUND
YOU KNOW I'D RATHER DIE
YOU ARE MY HOME
BABY, DON'T GO
I'M COMIN' HOME
O MY COUNTRY GIRL
THEY'RE SENDIN' ME OVERSEAS
WITH A GUN IN MY HAND
AND WILL YOU REMEMBER ME?
YOU ARE MY HOME
BABY, DON'T GO
I'M COMIN' HOME
O MY COUNTRY BOY
THEY SENT ME A WIDOW'S VEIL
AND A SINGLE LINE:
YOUR LOVER IS DEATHLY PALE
YOU ARE MY HOME
BABY, DON'T GO
I'M COMIN' HOME
O MY COUNTRY GIRL
YOU WITH THE ROVIN' EYE
GONE OUT WITH ANOTHER MAN
AND NOW HE'S GONNA DIE
YOU ARE MY HOME
BABY, DON'T GO
I'M COMIN' HOME
O MY ONLY LOVE
YOUR FINGERS ARE PAINTED RED
BUT AS LONG AS YOU LIVE
I WON'T GRIEVE THAT MY WOOER'S DEAD
YOU ARE MY HOME
BABY, DON'T GO
YOU ARE MY HOME
BABY, DON'T GO
YOU ARE MY HOME
BABY, DON'T GO
I'M COMIN' HOME
YOU ARE MY HOME
BABY, DON'T GO
I'M COMIN' HOME
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7. |
Death of Queen Jane
03:46
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QUEEN JANE LAY IN LABOR FOR THREE DAYS OR FOUR
SHE WEEPED AND SHE WAILED AND SHE GRIEVED HER HEART SORE
SHE CALLED TO HER WOMEN, HER WOMEN CAME O’ER
SAY THE ROSE OF THE COUNTY SHALL FLOURISH NO MORE
HER WOMEN GREW WEARY, HER WOMEN WERE SORE
QUEEN JANE SAID: GOOD WOMEN, IF GOOD WOMEN YOU ARE
YOU’LL OPEN MY SIDE THAT MY BABY IS BORN
SAY THE ROSE OF THE COUNTY SHALL FLOURISH NO MORE
OH NO, CRIED THE WOMEN, THEIR EYES TO THE FLOOR
WE NEVER COULD DO WHAT YOU’RE ASKIN’ US FOR
WE’LL NOT LOSE THE BRANCH AND THE ROOT OF THE FLO’ER
SAY THE ROSE OF THE COUNTY SHALL FLOURISH NO MORE
QUEEN JANE LAY IN LABOR STILL THREE DAYS THE MORE
SHE WEEPED AND SHE WAILED AND SHE GRIEVED HER HEART SORE
SHE CALLED TO KING HENRY, KING HENRY CAME O’ER
SAY THE ROSE OF THE COUNTY SHALL FLOURISH NO MORE
QUEEN JANE SHE GREW WEARY, QUEEN JANE SHE WAS SORE
QUEEN JANE SAID: KING HENRY, IF A GOOD MAN YOU ARE
YOU’LL OPEN MY SIDE THAT MY BABY IS BORN
SAY THE ROSE OF THE COUNTY SHALL FLOURISH NO MORE
OH NO, CRIED KING HENRY, HIS EYES TO THE FLOOR
I NEVER COULD DO WHAT YOU’RE ASKIN’ ME FOR
I’LL NOT LOSE THE BRANCH AND THE ROOT OF THE FLO’ER
SAY THE ROSE OF THE COUNTY SHALL FLOURISH NO MORE
QUEEN JANE LAY IN LABOR THREE DAYS AND A SCORE
SHE WEEPED AND SHE WAILED AND SHE GRIEVED HER HEART SORE
SHE CALLED TO THE HEAVENS, THE HEAVENS CAME O’ER
SAY THE ROSE OF THE COUNTY SHALL FLOURISH NO MORE
KING HENRY KNELT DOWN TO HIS QUEEN JANE ADORED
SAYIN’: JANIE, OH JANIE, THIS THING YOU’VE ENDURED
I’LL OPEN YOUR SIDE THAT OUR BABY IS BORN
SAY THE ROSE OF THE COUNTY SHALL FLOURISH NO MORE
WAS FIDDLIN’ AND DANCIN’ WHEN THE BABY WAS BORN
BUT QUEEN JANE BELOVED LAY COLD AS A STONE
KING HENRY MADE MERRY, KING HENRY, HE MOURNED
SAY THE ROSE OF THE COUNTY SHALL FLOURISH NO MORE
THE RED ROSE OF THE COUNTY SHALL FLOURISH NO MORE
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8. |
Long Road Down
02:54
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O IT'S A LONG ROAD DOWN
AND SECRETS HERE GET BURIED IN THE GROUND
BUT YOU COME ALL THIS WAY
TO SHOW OUR MAN THAT YOU THE BADDEST BOSS AROUND
O BOY, YOU AIN'T LONG FOR THIS OLD TOWN
O IT'S A LONG DAY GONE
AND WE ALWAYS LEARN TOO LATE WHEN WE WERE WRONG
BUT WHEN IT FALLS
YOU KNOW WE ALL MUST FACE THAT HOUR ALONE
O BOY, BOW YOUR HEAD, YOU'RE GOING HOME
O YOU ANGELS
O YOU DEVILS
COME ALL YOU AGENTS
OF OUR LORD'S JUDGEMENT
AND LAY HIM DOWN
O, IT'S A LONG NIGHT'S REST
WON'T NO ONE COME LAYIN' ROSES AT YOUR BREAST
DID YOU MEET YOUR TIME WITH HEAD HELD HIGH AND ALL YOUR SINS CONFESSED?
O BOY, DID YOU GIVE THIS LIFE YOUR BEST?
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YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
A’SO SAY THE KING OF THE HOLLER
BUT NOW DADDY’S GETTIN’ OLDER
BUT NOW DADDY’S GETTIN’ OLDER
BUT NOW DADDY’S GETTIN’ OLDER
A’WHO WILL BE KING OF THE HOLLER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
AN’ YOU COULD BE KING OF THE HOLLER
YOU KNOW YOUR MAMA DONE TOLD YA
YOU KNOW YOUR MAMA DONE TOLD YA
YOU KNOW YOUR MAMA DONE TOLD YA
THAT YOU WOULD BE KING OF THE HOLLER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
NOW WHY NOT TRY KING OF THE HOLLER
SHE SAID NOBODY COULD HOLD HER
SHE SAID NOBODY COULD HOLD HER
SHE SAID NOBODY COULD HOLD HER
A’SAVE FOR THE KING OF THE HOLLER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
YOU BEEN A GOOD SOLDIER
AND YOU WERE THE KING OF THE HOLLER
O YOU WERE THE KING OF THE HOLLER
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I GOT A GIRL IN TOWN I BEEN TRYIN' TO CATCH-A
SHE'S THE SWEETEST LITTLE SALLY IN ALL APPALACHIA
I ONLY WANNA LOVE HER, GONNA TREAT HER SO FINE
'TILL SHE'S NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
ONLY WANNA LOVE HER, GONNA TREAT HER FINE
UNTIL SHE'S NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
I THINK I'LL OPEN WITH A LITTLE BIT OF HOW-DO-YOU-DO-IN'
GIVE HER HAND A LITTLE KISS, AND THEN GET ON WITH THE WOOIN'
I KNOW I GOTTA GET HER TO THE CHAPEL IN TIME
SO SHE'S NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
I KNOW I GOTTA GET HER TO THE CHURCH ON TIME
SO SHE'S NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
ALL THE BIRDIES IN THE TREES GONNA HEAR MY SONG-A
LITTLE WARBLER IN THE LEAVES, YOU WANNA SING RIGHT ALONG-A?
O WOODPECKER PECKIN' ON THE SPRUCE AND THE PINE
I SAY: SHE'S NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
WOODPECKER PECKIN' ON THE SPRUCE AND THE PINE
I SAY: SHE'S NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
ALL THE BIRDIES IN THE TREES GONNA HEAR MY SONG-A
LITTLE WARBLER IN THE LEAVES, YOU WANNA SING RIGHT ALONG-A?
O WOODPECKER PECKIN' ON THE SPRUCE AND THE PINE
I SAY: SHE'S NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
OH NO, SHE'S NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
SHE'S NOBODY'S BABY BUT MINE
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The Harpers New Haven, Connecticut
The Harpers make music theater at the intersection of fine and folk art. We tell stories in active conversation with our audience and with the world around us. We strive to center marginalized perspectives; destigmatize mental illness, disability, and survival after sexual violence; to celebrate the spectrums of gender and sexuality; and to serve the New Haven community. ... more
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