Álbum: Good as I Been to You

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1. Frankie & Albert3:50

   Letra

   Frankie was a good girl Everybody knows Paid one hundred dollars For Albert's new suit of clothes He was her man but he done her wrong. Albert said "I'm leaving you" Won't be gone for long Don't wait up for me A-worry about me when I'm gone He was her man but he done her wrong. Frankie went down to the corner saloon Get a bucket of beer Said to the bartender "Has my lovin' man been her ?" He was her man but he done her wrong. "Well, I ain't gonna tell you no stories I ain't gonna tell you no lies I saw Albert an hour ago With a gal named Alice Bly" He was her man but he done her wrong. Frankie went down to 12th street Lookin' up through the window high She saw her Albert there Lovin' up Alice Bly He was her man but he done her wrong. Frankie pulled out a pistol Pulled out a forty-four Gun went off a-rootie-toot-toot And Albert fell on the floor He was her man but he done her wrong. Frankie got down upon her knees Took Albert into her lap Started to hug and kiss him But there was no bringin' him back He was her man but he done her wrong. "Gimme a thousand policemen Throw me into a cell I shot my Albert dead And now I'm goin' to hell" He was my man but he done me wrong. Judge said to the jury "Plain as a thing can be A woman shot her lover down Murder in the second degree" He was her man but he done her wrong. Frankie went to the scaffold Calm as a girl could be Turned her eyes up toward the heavens Said "Nearer, my God, to Thee" He was her man but he done her wrong.
2. Jim Jones3:52
3. Blackjack Davey5:47

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   Black Jack Davey come a-riden' on back, A-whistlin' loud and merry. Made the woods around him ring, And he charmed the heart of a lady, Charmed the heart of a lady. "How old are you, my pretty little miss, How old are you, my honey" She answered to him with a lovin' smile "I'll be sixteen come Sunday, Be sixteen come Sunday." "Come and go with me, my pretty little miss, Come and go with me, my honey, Take you where the grass grows green, You never will want for money You never will want for money "Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes All made of Spanish leather. Get behind me on my horse And we'll ride off together, We'll both go off together." Well, she pulled off them high-heeled shoes Made of Spanish leather. Got behind him on his horse And they rode off together. They rode off together. At night the boss came home Inquiring about this lady. The servant spoke before she thought, "She's been with Black Jack Dave, Rode off with Black Jack Davey." "Well, saddle for me my coal black stud, He's speedier than the gray. I rode all day and I'll ride all night, And I'll overtake my lady. I'll bring back my lady." Well, he rode all night till the broad daylight, Till he came to a river ragin', And there he spied his darlin' bride In the arms of Black Jack Davey. Wrapped up with Black Jack Davey. "Pull off, pull off them long blue gloves All made of the finest leather. Give to me your lily-white hand And we'll both go home together. We'll both go home together." Well, she pulled off them long blue gloves All made of the finest leather. Gave to him her lily-white hand And said good-bye forever. Bid farewell forever. "Would you forsake your house and home, Would you forsake your baby? Would you forsake your husband, too, To go with Black Jack Davey. Rode off with Black Jack Davey?" "Well, I'll forsake my house and home, And I'll forsake my baby. I'll forsake my husband, too, For the love of Black Jack Davey. Ride off with Black Jack Davey." "Last night I slept in a feather bed Between my husband and baby. Tonight I lay on the river banks In the arms of Black Jack Davey, Love my Black Jack Davey."
4. Canadee-I-O4:20

   Letra

   Well, it's all of fair and handsome girl, She's all in her tender years. She fell in love with a sailor boy, It's true she loved him well. For to go off to sea with him Like she did not know how, She longed to see that seaport town Of Canadee-i-o. So she bargained with the sailor boy, All for a piece of gold. Straightaway then he led her Down into the hold, Sayin', "I'll dress you up in sailor's clothes, Your jacket shall be blue. You'll see that seaport town Of Canadee-i-o. Now, when the other sailors heard the news, Well, they fell into a rage, And with all the ship's company They were willing to engage. Saying, "We'll tie her hands and feet, my boys, Overboard we'll throw her. She'll never see that seaport town Called Canadee-i-o. Now, when the captain he heard the news, Well, he too fell in a rage, And with the whole ship's company He was willing to engage, Sayin', "She'll stay in sailor's clothes, Her color shall be blue, She'll see that seaport town Call Canadee-i-o. Now, when they come down to Canada Scarcely 'bout half a year, She's married this bold captain Who called her his dear. She's dressed in silks and satins now, She cuts a gallant show, Finest of the ladies Down Canadee-i-o. Come, all you fair and tender girls, Wheresoever you may be, I'd have you to follow your own true love Whene'er he goes to sea. For if the sailors prove false to you, Well, the captain, he might prove true. You'll see the honor I have gained By the wearing of the blue.
5. Sittin' On Top Of The World4:27
6. Little Maggie2:52
7. Hard Times4:31

   Letra

   Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears While we all sup sorrow with the poor. There's a song that will linger forever in our ears, Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary. Hard times, hard times, come again no more. Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door. Oh, hard times, come again no more. While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay. There are frail forms fainting at the door. Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say. Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary. Hard times, hard times, come again no more. Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door. Oh, hard times, come again no more. There's pale drooping maiden who foils her life away With a worn out heart, whose better days are o'er. Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day, Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary. Hard times, hard times, come again no more. Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door. Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary. Hard times, hard times, come again no more. Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door. Oh, hard times, come again no more.
8. Step It Up And Go2:54
9. Tomorrow Night3:42
10. Arthur McBride6:20

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    Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride, As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside, Mark now what followed and what did betide, For it bein' on Christmas mornin' Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp, And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp And a little wee drummer intending to camp, For the day bein' pleasant and charmin'. "Good morning, good morning," the Sergeant he cried. "And the same to you, gentlemen," we did reply, Intending no harm but meant to pass by, For it bein' on Christmas mornin' "But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist, Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to your fist, And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust, And drink the king's health in the morning. "For a soldier, he leads a very fine life, And he always is blessed with a charming young wife, And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife, And he always lives pleasant and charmin', And a soldier, he always is decent and clean, In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen. While other poor fellows go dirty and mean, And sup on thin gruel in the morning." "But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes, For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose, But you dare not change them one night, for you know If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning, And although that we're single and free, We take great delight in our own company, We have no desire strange places to see, Although that your offers are charming. "And we have no desire to take your advance, All hazards and dangers we barter on chance, For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France, Where we would get shot without warning," "Oh no," says the Sergeant. "I'll have no such chat, And neither will I take it from snappy young brats, For if you insult me with one other word, I'll cut off your heads in the morning." And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs, And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades When a trusty shillelagh came over their head And bid them take that as fair warning. And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides, We flung them as far as we could in the tide, "Now take them up, devils!" cried Arthur McBride, "And temper their edge in the mornin'!" And the little wee drummer, we flattened his bow, And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow, Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll, And bade it a tedious returning, And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks. We paid no respect to their two bloody backs, And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks, And left them for dead in the morning. And so, to conclude and to finish disputes, We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits, For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts And bid them look sharp in the mornin'. Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride, As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside, Mark now what followed and what did betide, For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
11. You're Gonna Quit Me2:46
12. Diamond Joe3:14

    Letra

    Now There's a man you'll hear about Most anywhere you go, And his holdings are in Texas And his name is Diamond Joe. And he carries all his money In a diamond-studded jar. He never took much trouble With the process of the law. I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys, Did offer him my hand, He gave a string of horses So old they could not stand. And I nearly starved to death, boys, He did mistreat me so, And I never saved a dollar In the pay of Diamond Joe. Now his bread it was corn dodger And his meat you couldn't chaw, Nearly drove me crazy With the wagging of his jaw. And the telling of his story, Mean to let you know That there never was a rounder That could lie like Diamond Joe. Now, I tried three times to quit him, But he did argue so I'm still punching cattle In the pay of Diamond Joe. And when I'm called up yonder And it's my time to go, Give my blankets to my buddies Give the fleas to Diamond Joe.
13. Froggie Went A Courtin'6:26