(Traditional, additional lyrics by Pete Seeger) We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder Brothers
Sorrow is hooves of rain Lull it by, lull it by Oh our lives are poor and plain Oh my darling lull it by Oh we met out on the street Lull it by, lull
I don't want your millions, Mister, I don't want your diamond ring. All I want is the right to live, Mister, Give me back my job again. Now, I don't
When first in this country, a stranger, I came, In fair Dublin city, that place of great fame, It was my misfortune a fair one to see, It was the beginning
(Traditional) [Chorus:] Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill, He never worked and he never will I'm gonna ride old Railroad Bill. Railroad Bill he was a mighty
Morning is a siren, evening is a bust Memories fade, pocketful of dust I moan to you like a mourning dove Mistakes are made along with love On the day
Let me be your gigolo We can hi-di hi-di-ho I ain't high but I go low Let me be your gigolo Let me be your Tuesday man Make you feel good, yes I can
I'm a slow boy, I take it easy I poke around, I'm a little lazy I don't get loud, I don't get shook Sit over in the corner and write in my notebook But
The moon is nearly full These old hills are full of light The woman I love don't want me And people I just can't feel right I got a lot of friends And
Why were you ashamed of our love? Why were you ashamed of our love? Why were you ashamed of our love? Why were you ashamed of our love? Our love had
Too many miles there between us Too many kisses, nowhere to go Don't wanna moan, don't wanna fuss I'm calling you up just so you'll know You are never
Bouffant hairdo, ne'er-do-well Warm the car up, perfume smell Work is there when love is gone Smell of coffee, crack of dawn Pheasant clucking, ice cold
Got a movie in my mind tonight Grainy and jumpin', black and white And I got my neck in close to yours I can smell you and we're out of doors You hold
No one now knows too much about these woods, They got lost, they wouldn't know where to go. Tribe's been gone a long time, small farmers got blowed out
My love and I we're always talkin' Even though she reads my mind When you ain't too busy lookin' It's just amazing what you'll find The sock that was
She wants your passion, your caress She wants your hands on her and a soulful kiss But she's lookin' for more than just that, son Gotta be somethin' under
There's a girl standing on a red mud road Looking up at Legel's Hill She has never been much farther than that But she knows someday she will Hillbilly
Say this deal's about over, and I guess that's true, Town used to have twelve stores, now we got two. Big boys movin' in, small farmers movin' on. The