26 Miles (Santa Catalina) http://www.kanikapila.us/lyrics.html

Intro: [C] [Am] [F] [G7] x2 [C] Twenty- six [Am] miles a [F] cross the [G7] sea [C] Santa Cata [Am] lina is a [F] waitin' for [G7] me [C] Santa Cata [Am] lina, the [F] island [G7] of Ro [C] mance, ro [Am] mance, ro [F] mance, ro [G7] mance [C] Water all a [Am] round it [F] every [G7]where [C] Tropical [Am] trees and the [F] salty [G7] air But for [C] me the [Am] thing that's a [F] waitin’ [G7] there ro [C] mance [F] [C] [C7] It [Dm] seems so [G7] distant, [C] twenty-six [Am] miles away [Dm] Restin' in the [G7] water se [C] rene [C7] I'd [Dm] work for [G7] anyone, [C] even the [G7] Navy Who would [D7] float me to my island [G] dream [G7] [C] Twenty- six [Am] miles, so [F] near yet [G7] far I'd [C] swim with just some [Am] water-wings [F] and my gui [G7] tar I could [C] leave the wings [Am] but I'll [F] need the gui [G7] tar for Ro [C] mance, ro [Am] mance, ro [F] mance, ro [G7] mance [C] Twenty- six [Am] miles a [F] cross the [G7] sea [C] Santa Cata [Am] lina is a [F] waitin' for [G7] me [C] Santa Cata [Am] lina, the [F] island of ro [C] mance [F] [C] [C7] A [Dm] tropical [G7] heaven [C] out in the [Am] ocean [Dm] Covered with [G7] trees and [C] girls [C7] If [DM] I have to [G7] swim, I'll [C] do it for [Am] ever Till I'm [D7] gazin' on those island [G] pearls [G7] [C] Forty kilo [Am] meters in a [F] leaky old [G7] boat [C] Any old [Am] thing that'll [F] stay a [G7] float When [C] we arr [Am] ive we'll [F] all pro [G7] mote Ro [C] mance, ro [Am] mance, ro [F] mance, ro [G7] mance (Repeat first verse and fade)

Blue Eyes Crying In The Rainrecorded by Willie Nelson, written by Fred Rose

C

In the twilight glow I see her

G7 C

Blue eyes cryin' in the rain

As when we kissed good-bye and parted

G7 C C7

I knew we'd never meet again

F

Love is like a dying ember

C G7

Only memories remain

C

Through the ages I'll remember

G7 C

Blue eyes crying in the rain

Now my hair has turned to silver

G7 C

All my life I've loved in vain

I can see her star in heaven

G7 C C7

Blue eyes Crying in the rain

F

Someday when we meet up yonder

C G7

We'll stroll hand in hand again

C

In the land that knows no parting

G7 C

Blue eyes crying in the rain

G7 C

Blue eyes crying in the rain

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Down On the Corner – Credence

[C] Early in the evenin'

[G] just about [C] supper time

Over by the courthouse,

they're [G] startin' to [C] unwind.

[F] Poor kids on the corner [C] tryin’ to bring you up.

Willy picks a tune out and he [G] blows it on [C] the harp.

CHORUS: [F] Down on the [C] corner, [G] out in the [C] street,

Willy and the [F] Poorboys are [C] playin';

Bring a [G] nickel. Tap your [C] feet.

[C] Rooster hits the washboard, [G] People just gotta [C] smile.

[C] Blinkey thumbs a gut-bass [G] and solos for [C] awhile.

[F] Poorboy twangs the rhythym out [C] on his kalamazoo

And Willy goes into a dance [G] and doubles [C] on kazoo.

CHORUS then3 [A] into key change

[D] You don't need a penny [A] just to hang [D] around,

But if you got a nickel, won't you [A] lay your money [D] down?

[G] Over on the corner [D] there's a happy noise.

People come from all around [A] to watch the [D] magic boy.

CHORUS x 2

[G] Down on the [D] corner, [A] out in the [D] street,

Willy and the [G] Poorboys are [D] playin'; Bring a [A] nickel. Tap your [D] feet. (last time [D] [D])

Hey Good Lookin’ Hank Williams

INTRO: C C C C / D7 G7 C C

V1: C Hey Good Lookin' whatcha got cooking D7 G7 C How's about cooking somethin' up with me C Hey sweet baby don't you think maybe D7 G7 C C7 We could find us a brand new recipe

BRDG1: C7 F C I got a hot rod Ford and a two dollar bill F C And I know a spot right over the hill F C There's soda pop and the dancin's free D7* G7* So if you wanna have fun come along with me

CHO: C Say Hey Good Lookin' whatcha got cooking D7 G7 C How's about cooking somethin' up with me

INSTR: C C C C / D7 G7 C C (x2)

V2: C I'm free and ready so we can go steady D7 G7 C How's about saving all your time for me C No more lookin' I know I've been tooken D7 G7 C C7 How's about keepin' steady company

BRDG2: F C I'm gonna throw my date book over the fence F C And buy me one for five or ten cents F C I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age D7* G7* 'Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page

CHO: C Say Hey Good Lookin' whatcha got cooking D7 G7 How's about cooking somethin' up D7 G7 How's about cooking somethin' up D7 G7 C F C G7 C How's about cooking somethin' up with me

* single strum on these chords

I'll Fly AwayAlfred Brumley, 1932

arranged by John Kavanagh 2008

Just a few more wear y- days and then I'll fly a way.-When the shad ows- of this life have gone, I'll fly a way.-Some glad mor ning- when this life is o'er, I'll fly a way!-

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To lead on where joy shall nev er- end: I'll fly a way.-Like a bird from pri son- bars has flown, I'll fly a way.-To a home on God's cel es- tial- shore: I'll fly a way!-

5 a d k k k k k‡ k‡ k‡ k‡ kz o jz k‚ k‚ j ma G EM G D7 G

I'll fly a way,- oh Glo ry,- I'll fly a way.- When I die, hal e- -

9 a d jz k‡ k‡ k k k k j n k‚ k‚ j m k k k k‚ k‚a G G7 C G

lu- jah- by and by, I'll fly a way!-

14 a d k‡ k‡ k‡ k‡ kz o j n k‚ k‚ i Ja EM G A7 D7 G J

I’ll Fly Away (in C) (Gillian Welch) C F C Some bright morning when this life is over, I'll fly a-way C Am C G7 C To a home on God's celestial shore, I-------'ll fly a-way C C7 F C I'll fly a-way, oh glory, I'll fly a-way C Am C D7 G7 C When I die, Halle-lujah by and by, I---------'ll fly a-way C F C When the shadows of this life have gone, I'll fly a-way C Am C G7 C Like a bird from these prison walls I'll fly, I-------'ll fly a-way C C7 F C I'll fly a-way, oh glory, I'll fly a-way (in the morning) C Am C D7 G7 C When I die, Halle-lujah by and by, I---------'ll fly a-way C F C Oh, how glad and happy when we meet, I'll fly a-way C Am C G7 C No more cold iron shackles on my feet, I-------'ll fly a-way C C7 F C I'll fly a-way, oh glory, I'll fly a-way (in the morning) C Am C D7 G7 C When I die, Halle-lujah by and by, I---------'ll fly a-way [Tag last two lines] C F C Just a few more weary days and then, I'll fly a-way C Am C G7 C To a land where joys will never end, I-------'ll fly a-way C C7 F C I'll fly a-way, oh glory, I'll fly a-way (in the morning) C Am C D7 G7 C When I die, Halle-lujah by and by, I---------'ll fly a-way D7 G7 C I---------'ll fly a-way

I’m Sittin’ On Top Of The World Ray Henderson, Sam M. Lewis, Joe Young (1925)

INTRO: | C | F | C | A7 | D7 | G7 | C | C | G7 |

V1: | C | F | C | A7 I'm sittin’ on top of the world | D7 | G7 | C | C Just rollin’ along, just rollin’ along

V2: | C | F | C | A7 And I'm quittin’ the blues of the world | D7 | G7 | C | C Just singin’ a song, just singin’ a song

REF: | F | F Glory, hallelujah, I just phoned the parson | C | A7 | "Hey, Par, get ready to call!" D7 | D7 | G* | G7* Just like humpty dumpty, I'm goin’ to fall

V3: | C | F | C | A7 And I'm sittin’ on top of the world | D7 | G7 | C | C Just rollin’ along, just rollin’ along

BRDG: | C | | A7 | Don’t want any millions, I'm gettin' my share | D7 | G7 | C | C I've only got one suit, just one, that’s all I can wear | F | | C | A7 A bundle of money, don't make me feel gay | D7 | G7 | C | C a sweet little honey, is making me say

V1: | C | F | C | A7 I'm sittin’ on top of the world | D7 | G7 | C | C Just rollin’ along, just rollin’ along

INSTR: (x2) | C | F | C | A7 | D7 | G7 | C | C (kazoo)

REF: | F | F Glory, hallelujah, I just phoned the parson | C | A7 | "Hey, Par, get ready to call!" D7 | D7 | G* | G7* Just like humpty dumpty, I'm goin’ to fall

V3: | C | F | C | A7 And I'm sittin’ on top of the world | D7 | G7 | C | A7 Just rollin’ along, just rollin’ along | D7 | G7 | C | C* G7* C* Just rollin’ along, just rollin’ along

San Francisco Bay Blues (based on Eric Clapton’s version)

INTRO: G | C | G | G7 | C | | G | | C | Cm | G | E7 | A | A7 | D | D D7 |

V1: G | C | G | G7 | I got the blues when my baby left me by the San Francisco Bay C | | G | | ocean liner's gone and taken her so far a - way C | Cm didn't mean to treat her so bad | G | E7 she was the best gal I ever have had | A | A7 | D | D D7 | she said goodbye, made me cry, gonna lay down my head and die

V2: G | C | G | G7 well, I ain't got a nickel and I ain't got a lousy dime | C | | B7 if she don't come back, I think I'm gonna lose my mind | C | Cm if she ever comes back to stay | G | E7 | it's gonna be another brand new day A | D | G | D7 | walkin’ with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay

INSTR: (V1 - harmonica) G | C | G | G7 | C | | G | | C | Cm | G | E7 | A | A7 | D | D D7 |

INSTR: (V2 - kazoos) G | C | G | G7 | C | | B7 | C | Cm | G | E7 | A | D | G | D7 |

BRDG: G C | G | sittin’ down looking thru my back door G C | G | wonderin’ which way to go C | | | G | woman I'm so crazy about, she don't love me no more C | Cm | G | E7 | think I'll catch me a freight train, 'cause I'm feeling blue A | A7 | D | D D7 | ride all the way to the end of the line, thinkin’ only of you

V3: G | C | G | G7 | meanwhile, in another city I’m just about to go in-sa - a - ane C | | B7 | | thought I heard my baby, the way she used to call my name C | Cm if she ever comes back to stay, | G | E7 | it's gonna be another brand new day A | D | G | E7 | walkin’ with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay - yea, yea, yea

OUTRO: A | D | G | E7 | walkin’ with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay A | D | G C D7 | walkin’ with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay G C6 G* |

C6 0-0-0-0 * single strum

Shortnin' Bread by Paul Chaplain

Chorus(C) Mamma's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'Mamma's little baby loves (G7) shortnin' (C) bread(C) Mamma's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'Mamma's little baby loves (G7) shortnin' (C) bread

(C) Three little children layin' in the bedTwo were sick and the other (G7) 'most (C) deadSent for the doctor, the doctor said"Feed those children on (G7) shortnin' (C) bread"Chorus

(C) When those children layin' in the bedHeard that talk about (G7) shortnin' (C) bread(C) They popped up well and started to singSkipping 'round the room doing the (G7) pigeon (C) wingChorus

(C) Put on the skilletPut on the lidMamma's going to make some (G7) shortnin' (C) bread(C) That's not all she's going to doMamma's going to cook us some (G7) cocoa (C) tooChorus

(C) I snuck to the kitchen, picked up the lidI filled my pockets full of (G7) shortnin' (C) breadI winked at the pretty little girl and said"Baby, how'd you like some (G7) shortnin' (C) bread"Chorus

(C) Got caught with the skilletGot caught with the lidGot caught with my mouth full of (G7) shortnin' (C)bread(C) Six months for the skillet, six months for the lidSix months in the jail eatin' (G7) shortnin' (C) breadChorus, then end

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Sloop John B – Beach Boys Intro: C vamp

We [C] come on the sloop [F] John [C] B

My grandfather [F] and [C] me Around Nassau town we did [G7] roam

Drinking all [C] night [C7] got into a [F] fight [Dm]

Well I [C] feel so broke up [G7] I want to go [C] home

Chorus:

[C] So hoist up the John [F] B’s [C] sail

See how the main[F]sail [C] sets

Call for the captain ashore let me go [G7] home

Let me go [C] home [C7] I wanna go [F] home yeah [Dm] yeah

Well I [C] feel so broke up [G7] I wanna go [C] home

The first mate he [F] got [C] drunk

And broke in the cap[F]tain’s [C] trunk

The constable had to come and take him a[G7]way

Sheriff John [C] Stone [C7]

Why don’t you leave me a[F]lone yeah [Dm] yeah

Well I [C] feel so broke up [G7] I wanna go [C] home

Chorus

The poor cook he caught [F] the [C] fits

And threw away all [F] my [C] grits

And then he took and he ate up all of my [G7] corn

Let me go [C] home [C7]

Why don’t they let me go [F] home [Dm]

This [C] is the worst trip [G7] I’ve ever been [C] on

Chorus x 2

This Land Is Your Land - Woodie Guthrie 1940 http://www.kanikapila.us/lyrics.html

(Chorus)

[C]This land is [F]your land, this land is [C]my land,

From Cali[G7]fornia to the New York [C]Island,

From the redwood [F]forest, to the Golf Stream wa[C]ters,

[G7]This land was made for you and [C]me.

[C]As I went [F]walking that ribbon of [C]highway,

I saw [G7]above me that endless [C]skyway,

I saw be [F]low me, that golden val[C]ley,

[G7]This land was made for you and [C]me.

(Chorus)

[C]I roamed and I [F]rambled and I followed my [C]footsteps,

To the sparkling [G7]sands, of her diamond [C]deserts,

While all a [F]round me, a voice was sound [C]ing,

[G7]This land was made for you and [C]me.

(Chorus)

[C]When the sun came [F]shining, and I was [C]strolling,

And the wheat fields [G7]waving and the dust clouds [C]rolling,

A voice was [F]chanting, As the fog was lift[C]ing,

[G7]This land was made for you and [C]me.

(Chorus)

[G7]This land was made for you and [C]me.

[G7]This land was made for you and [C]me. [F] [C]