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On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese

I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table and on to the floor

And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door.

It rolled in the garden and under a bush

And then my poor meatball was nothing but mush

The mush was as tasty, as tasty could be

And then the next summer it grew into a tree

The tree was all covered, all covered with moss

And on it grew meatballs and tomato sauce

So if you eat spaghetti, all covered with cheese

Hold on to your meatball whenever you sneeze.

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Take Me Home, Country Roads John Denver

Intro: D C G (Take me home, country roads)

G Em

Almost heaven, West Virginia, D C G

Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.

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Life is old there, older than the trees, D C G

Younger than the mountains, growin' like a breeze.

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G D Country Roads, take me home,

Em C

To the place I belong

G D West Virginia, mountain momma,

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Take me home, country roads.

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All my mem'ries, gather 'round her,

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Miner's lady, stranger to blue water

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Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys

Intro: D7 G (…probably just ride away) Verse 1: G C

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold D7 G They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold C Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's and each night begins a new day D7 If you don't understand him and he don't die young G He'll probably just ride away Chorus: G C Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

D7 Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks G Make them be doctors and lawyers and such C Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys D7 They'll never stay home and they're always alone G Even with someone they love Verse 2:(Key Change) A D Cowboys like smoky ol' pool rooms and clear mountain mornings

E7 A Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night Them that don't know him won't like him D And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him

E7 He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him A Do the things that make you think he's right Chorus: A D Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys E7 Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks A Make them be doctors and lawyers and such D Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

E7 They'll never stay home and they're always alone A Even with someone they love

Red River Valley

G D7 GFrom this valley they say you are going, D7I shall miss your sweet face and bright smile. G G7 CFor they say you are taking the sunshine D7 GThat has brightened our pathway awhile.

chorus Come and sit by my side if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu, Just remember the Red River Valley And the cowboy who loved you so true.

I’ve been thinking a long time my darling,Of those sweet words you never would say,But the last of my fond hopes have vanishedFor they say you are going away.chorusI have promised you, darling, that neverWould words from my lips cause you pain;My life will be yours foreverIf only you still love me again.chorusThere never could be such a longingIn the heart of a poor cowboys breast,As dwells in this heart you are breakingWhile I wait in my home in the west.chorusDo you think of this valley you’re leaving,Oh, how lonely and dreary ‘twill be?Do you think of the kind hearts you are breaking,And the pain you are causing to me?chorus

Oh, Susanna - with a Twist - Lyrics from Wacky Wabbit as sung by Elmer Fudd and Bugs Bunny

C G7 Gold is where you find it, and when I find that stuff C G7 C I’ll dig and dig and dig and dig, I’ll never get e-nough C G7 I tramp the prairies and the plains, I trudge each weary mile C G7 C I’ll trudge and tramp and tramp and trudge, until I make my pile.

Chorus:F C ? G7 Oh, Susanna, Oh, don’t you cry for me. C G7 C I’m going to dig up lots of gold, out on the lone prai - rie.

C G7I’m a ragged, rugged lover, of the wild and wooly West C G7 COf all the things I haven’t got I like gold the best! C G7 It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry, C G7 C The sun so hot I froze to death, Susanna don’t you cry.

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F C G7 Oh, Susanna, Oh, don’t you cry for me. C G7 C I’m going to dig up lots of gold, out on the lone prai - rie.

44 Am (A minor) Am (A minor)

Middle finger: G string, second fret.

55 Em (E minor) Em (E minor)

Ring finger: C string, fourth fret. Middle finger: E string, third fret. Index finger: A string, second fret.

This is how the chords look in diagram form:

WABASH CANNONBALL

From the [G]great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific [C]shore

From the [D7]green New Hampshire mountains to the southland’s cajun [G]lore

She’s mighty tall and handsome and loved by one and [C]all

[D7]She’s the combination called the Wabash Cannon[G]ball

CHORUS:

Oh listen to the jingle the rumble and the [C]roar

As she [D7]glides along the woodlands through the hills and by the [G]shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo’s [C]call

We’re [D7]traveling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon[G]ball

Your eastern states are dandies so the people always sayFrom New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the wayThrough the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fallNo changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

CHORUS

Here’s to Daddy Klaxton may his name forever standAnd alwyas be remembered through the courts of Alabam’His earthly race is over, the curtains ’round him fallWe’ll carry him on to Glory on the Wabash Cannonball

CHORUS

She pulled in to the station one cold December dayAs she rolled up to the platform you could hear all the people sayThere’s a gal from Tennessee; she’s long and she’s tallShe came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

CHORUS

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Wagon Wheel (Old Crow Medicine Show) Intro (verse): C G Am F C G F C G Headed down south to the land of the pines Am F And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline C G F Starin' up the road I pray to God I see headlights C G I made it down the coast in seventeen hours Am F Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers C G F And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh I can see my baby tonight Chorus: C G So rock me mama like a wagon wheel Am F Rock me mama any way you feel C G F Hey, mama rock me C G Rock me mama like the wind and the rain Am F Rock me mama like a South-bound train C G F Hey, mama rock me (Play 3 times at the end of the song) C G Runnin' from the cold up in New England Am F I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time string band C G F My baby plays the guitar, I pick the banjo now C G Oh, the North country winters keep a-gettin' me now Am F Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave C G F But I ain't a-turnin' back to livin' that old life no more Chorus C G (Note: = One Down Strum) Walkin' to the South out of Roanoke Am F I caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke C G But he's a-headed West from the Cumberland Gap Am F To Johnson City, Tennessee C G And I gotta get a move on before the sun

Am F I hear my baby callin' my name and I know that he's the only one C G F And if I die in Raleigh, at least I will die free Chorus

Cowboy’s Wild Song To His Herd Carter Family [C]One beautiful night when the [F]moon was fullAnd the [C]air was crisp and [G]clearA cow[C]boy lay on the [F] star lit plainAnd [G] thought of his [G7]home so [C]dear [C] He thought of his mother he [F] loved so wellAnd the [C] slumber of sleep was [G] buriedNot a [C] sound to be heard but [F] those of the nightAs he [G] sang a wild [G7] song to his [C] herd

[C] [F] quiet and stillOn the [C] carpet that mantles the [G] westWhile the [C] golden lights from the [F] sky at nightBrings [G] peace to the [G7] cowboy’s [C] breast

*turnaround: C F C G C | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |

[C] Still he thinks of his mother in a [F] faraway landAnd his [C] thoughts by memory were [G] stirredAnd he [C] sees himself to the [F] old home againAs he [G] sings a wild [G7] song to his [C] herd

[C] He’s far from the din of the [F] city noiseWhere the [C] lights of folly do [G] shineHe’s [C] far from the brawls [F] of the dives of sinAnd the [G] [G7] sparkling [C] wine

[C] He’s in the great west with its [F] mantle of greenWhere his [C] neighbors say never a [G] wordA [C] land of mirages, [F] mountains and plainsWhere the [G] cowboy sings [G7] low to his [C] herd

*turnaround: C F C G C | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |