Trad. belongs to a family of musicians who have been active for a very long time. Although the lines of descendancy are not entirely clear, Trad. appears to be related to the famous Anonymous family from the European Middle Ages.
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I wish I was in the land of cotton
F
Old times there are not forgotten
C
Look away, look away
G C
Look away, Dixieland
In Dixieland where I was born,
Early on one frosty morning
Look away, Look away,
Look away, Dixieland
C F D G I wish I was in Dixie, away, away C F In Dixieland I'll take my stand C G to live and die in Dixie, C G C Csus4 C Away, away, away down south in Dixie C G C Csus4 C
C F C F
C F C F
If I had wings
C F C F
like Noah's dove,
C F Am
I'd fly the river
C F
to the one I love.
C Am F G
Fare thee well, my honey,
C F
fare thee well.
I had a man
who was long and tall,
moved his body
like a cannonball.
Fare thee well, my honey,
fare thee well.
'member one evening
was drizzling rain,
and round my heart
I felt an aching pain.
Fare thee well, my honey,
fare thee well.
Once I wore
my apron low,
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Diamond Joe come and get me
C
My wife done quit me
C G
Diamond Joe, you better come and get me,
C
Diamond Joe
Gonna buy me a jug of rum, Gonna give my baby some Diamond Joe, you better come and get me, Diamond Joe.
Diamond Joe come and get me My wife done quit me Diamond Joe, you better come and get me, Diamond Joe
[Instrumental verse] Gonna buy me a jug of whiskey Gonna make my baby frisky Diamond Joe, you better come and get me,
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C F C Ain't no more cane on the Brazos C D7 G G6 G7 Oh, oh, oh, C F C Its done ground all to molasses F G C M-m-m-m-m C F C Shoulda been on the river in 1910 C D7 G G6 M-m-m-m-m G7 C F C Am They were driving the women just like men. D7 F G C M-m-m-m-m C F G C Shoulda been on the river in 1905 C F C Am Find yourself lucky to be alive C F G C
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G
I held her hand
C G
on a cobblestone corner,
Em G
I kissed her lips
C G
by the river bridge
(Em) G
I said good-bye
C G
with a night train rolling
C D
on a lonesome day
C G
by the lonesome river edge.
No, that's not the one I was thinking of.
G C/g G C/g G
Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind
G G /b /c D Dsus4 D
It's always controlled, it's always confined
D G /b /c D
Controlled by her parents until she's a wife
Cadd2 /b /a /c /b /a /c /b /a G
Then slave to her husband for the rest of her life
She is a poor girl, and her fortune is sad
always been courted by the wagoner's lad
He courted her truly both night and by day
But now he is a-loaded and a-going away
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Am Em
Come 'round you old-time cowboys and listen to my song
Am Em
Please do not grow weary, I'll not detain you long
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Well the woman I hate, I see her everyday.
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