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Library of Congress Recordings, Woody Guthrie
Library Of Congress Recordings
Release type: Album
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Release date:

1967

 
Duration: 167:30  
Size, Mb: 247,84  
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206

 
Price for album: 2.32 (discount 20%)  

 
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Title / Artist     Duration Bitrate Size (Mb) Price Download
1
Lost Train Blues Lyrics 06:22 203 9,25 0.10
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Railroad Blues Lyrics 07:54 210 11,85 0.10
3
Rye Whiskey Lyrics 03:03 213 4,65 0.10
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Old Joe Clark Lyrics 02:03 198 2,92 0.10
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Beaumont Rag Lyrics 06:59 207 10,34 0.10
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Texas Oil Field Lyrics 02:37 212 3,94 0.10
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Greenback Dollar Lyrics
Greenback Dollar

I don't want your greenback dollar
I don't want your silver change
All I want is your love darling
Won't you take me back again

Once you was my fond affection
and you thought this world of me
then you left me for another
in my grave I'd rather be

I don't want no greenback dollar
I don't want your silver change
All I wants your pretty little daughter
won't you take me back again
02:22 205 3,47 0.10
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Boll Weevil Song Lyrics 08:34 212 12,94 0.10
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So Long, It's Been Good To Know You Lyrics 06:15 212 9,47 0.10
10
Talking Dust Bowl Blues Lyrics
Back in Nineteen Twenty-Seven,
I had a little farm and I called that heaven.
Well, the prices up and the rain come down,
And I hauled my crops all into town --
I got the money, bought clothes and groceries,
Fed the kids, and raised a family.

Rain quit and the wind got high,
And the black ol' dust storm filled the sky.
And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine,
And I poured it full of this gas-i-line --
And I started, rockin' an' a-rollin',
Over the mountains, out towards the old Peach Bowl.

Way up yonder on a mountain road,
I had a hot motor and a heavy load,
I's a-goin' pretty fast, there wasn't even stoppin',
A-bouncin' up and down, like popcorn poppin' --
Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous bustdown of some kind,
There was a feller there, a mechanic feller,
Said it was en-gine trouble.

Way up yonder on a mountain curve,
It's way up yonder in the piney wood,
An' I give that rollin' Ford a shove,
An' I's a-gonna coast as far as I could --
Commence coastin', pickin' up speed,
Was a hairpin turn, I didn't make it.

Man alive, I'm a-tellin' you,
The fiddles and the guitars really flew.
That Ford took off like a flying squirrel
An' it flew halfway around the world --
Scattered wives and childrens
All over the side of that mountain.

We got out to the West Coast broke,
So dad-gum hungry I thought I'd croak,
An' I bummed up a spud or two,
An' my wife fixed up a tater stew --
We poured the kids full of it,
Mighty thin stew, though,
You could read a magazine right through it.
Always have figured
That if it'd been just a little bit thinner,
Some of these here politicians
Coulda seen through it.
05:16 212 7,99 0.10
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Do-Re-Mi Lyrics 03:05 196 4,29 0.10
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Hard Times Lyrics 09:40 209 14,40 0.10
13
Pretty Boy Floyd Lyrics
If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.

It was in the town of Shawnee,
A Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode.

There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude,
Vulgar words of anger,
An' his wife she overheard.

Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain,
And the deputy grabbed his gun;
In the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down.

Then he took to the trees and timber
To live a life of shame;
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name.

But a many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little homes.

Others tell you 'bout a stranger
That come to beg a meal,
Underneath his napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill.

It was in Oklahoma City,
It was on a Christmas Day,
There was a whole car load of groceries
Come with a note to say:

Well, you say that I'm an outlaw,
You say that I'm a thief.
Here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief.

Yes, as through this world I've wandered
I've seen lots of funny men;
Some will rob you with a six-gun,
And some with a fountain pen.

And as through your life you travel,
Yes, as through your life you roam,
You won't never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home.
06:14 206 9,16 0.10
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They Laid Jesus Christ In His Grave Lyrics 03:55 201 5,65 0.10
15
Jolly Banker Lyrics 03:36 202 5,18 0.10
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I Ain't Got No Home Lyrics 05:17 202 7,63 0.10
17
Dirty Overalls Lyrics 04:41 203 6,79 0.10
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Chain Around My Leg Lyrics 04:20 209 6,49 0.10
19
Worried Man Blues Lyrics
Worried Man Blues Lyrics

Artist: Woody Guthrie (Buy Woody Guthrie CDs)
Album: One Of A Kind



I went across the river
I lay down to sleep
I went across the river
I lay down to sleep
When I woke up
Had shackles on my feet

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

Twenty-one links
Of chain around my leg
Twenty-one links
Of chain around my leg
And on each link
'S an initial of my name

I asked that judge
What's gonna be my fine
I asked that judge
What's gonna be my fine
Twenty-one years
On the Rocky Mountain line

That train pulled out
Twenty-one coaches long
That train pulled out
Twenty-one coaches long
And the woman I love
Is on that train and gone

Twenty-one years
Pay my awful crime
Twenty-one years
Pay my awful crime
Tweny-one years
And I still got ninety-nine
06:00 205 8,76 0.10
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Lonesome Valley Lyrics 03:36 201 5,15 0.10
21
Walking Down That Railroad Line Lyrics 10:32 205 15,41 0.10
22
Goin' Down That Road Feeling Bad Lyrics 11:53 208 17,67 0.10
23
Dust Storm Disaster Lyrics
On the 14th day of April of 1935,
There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky.
You could see that dust storm comin', the cloud looked deathlike black,
And through our mighty nation, it left a dreadful track.

From Oklahoma City to the Arizona line,
Dakota and Nebraska to the lazy Rio Grande,
It fell across our city like a curtain of black rolled down,
We thought it was our judgement, we thought it was our doom.

The radio reported, we listened with alarm,
The wild and windy actions of this great mysterious storm;
From Albuquerque and Clovis, and all New Mexico,
They said it was the blackest that ever they had saw.

From old Dodge City, Kansas, the dust had rung their knell,
And a few more comrades sleeping on top of old Boot Hill.
From Denver, Colorado, they said it blew so strong,
They thought that they could hold out, but they didn't know how long.

Our relatives were huddled into their oil boom shacks,
And the children they was cryin' as it whistled through the cracks.
And the family it was crowded into their little room,
They thought the world had ended, and they thought it was their doom.

The storm took place at sundown, it lasted through the night,
When we looked out next morning, we saw a terrible sight.
We saw outside our window where wheat fields they had grown
Was now a rippling ocean of dust the wind had blown.

It covered up our fences, it covered up our barns,
It covered up our tractors in this wild and dusty storm.
We loaded our jalopies and piled our families in,
We rattled down that highway to never come back again.
05:33 197 7,79 0.10
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Foggy Mountain Top Lyrics 02:22 198 3,33 0.10
25
Dust Pneumonia Blues Lyrics
I got that dust pneumony, pneumony in my lung,
I got the dust pneumony, pneumony in my lung,
An' I'm a-gonna sing this dust pneumony song.

I went to the doctor, and the doctor, said, "My son,"
I went to the doctor, and the doctor, said, "My son,
You got that dust pneumony an' you ain't got long, not long."

Now there ought to be some yodelin' in this song;
Yeah, there ought to be some yodelin' in this song;
But I can't yodel for the rattlin' in my lung.

My good gal sings the dust pneumony blues,
My good gal sings the dust pneumony blues,
She loves me 'cause she's got the dust pneumony, too.

It it wasn't for choppin' my hoe would turn to rust,
If it wasn't for choppin' my hoe would turn to rust,
I can't find a woman in this black ol' Texas dust.

Down in Oklahoma, the wind blows mighty strong,
Down in Oklahoma, the wind blows mighty strong,
If you want to get a mama, just sing a California song.

Down in Texas, my gal fainted in the rain,
Down in Texas, my gal fainted in the rain,
I throwed a bucket o' dirt in her face just to bring her back again.
09:12 208 13,67 0.10
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California Blues Lyrics 08:21 215 12,79 0.10
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Dust Bowl Refugees Lyrics 10:14 207 15,10 0.10
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Will Rogers Highway Lyrics 03:08 214 4,79 0.10
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Los Angeles New Year's Flood Lyrics 04:41 209 6,98 0.10