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Lyrics by Ian Egenberger
Come on back to the chicken shack
Ain't no one'll do you no harm
Come on back to my shack, darlin
Show me that hidden charm
You peck like a hen,
Make me crow like a rooster,
Love me mama,
Just like you usetuh
Come on back to my little shack
Right here at the chicken farm, Root marm
Ain't no one'll do you no harm
Get yer eggs scrambled
Like a brain on drugs
Pluck that banjuh,
Blow them jugs
Come on back to my little shack
Right here at the chicken farm, Root marm
Ain't no one'll do you no harm
Come on back to the chicken shack
Ain't no one'll do you no harm
Come on back to my shack, darlin
Show me that hidden charm
Toot yer whistle,
Blow her horn,
You got me hummin', now,
Sure as you're born
Come on back to my shack
The fire is always nice & warm, I say
Right here at the chicken farm
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Hesitatin' Blues
06:42
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Traditional (Arranged by Ian Egenberger)
If my tears were bitters, and the river was rye
I’d be havin' myself a good ol’ fashioned cry
Refrain
Oh baby how long, do I have to wait?
Can I get you now, must I hesitate?
I asked you once, now I ask you twice
This hemming and a-hawing will never suffice (refrain)
The eagle on the dollar says "in god we trust"
But when I ask to see her she wants that dollar first (refrain)
She'll say press my bonnet or press my shawl
But uh uh honey, don't press my waterfall (refrain)
Silk stockings and ruffled drawers
Got many a po' man wearin' overalls (refrain)
Jelly's just like meat on a bone
You can eat it, you can strut it or just leave it alone (refrain)
Thought I'd pour some of that good ol booze
But that ain't no cure for the hesitatin' blues (refrain)
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Tradional (arranged by Ian Egenberger)
Chorus
Baby let the deal go down
Baby let the deal go down
Baby let the deal go down
'Til that last eagle has flown
I've gambled round Kansas city
Made it down to Memphis Tennessee
Anywhere that I hang my hat
Feels like home sweet home to me
I've played my cards up in Deadwood
Been dealt a dead mans hand
Pray to god you won't call my bluffh
And I'll raise you another hundred grand
Chorus
I've rambled round this whole wide world
Cross the river to Council Bluffs
I've lost all I had, again and again
Lord, I just can't get enough
I left my true love cryin'
Left her waiting at the door
She threw her arms around me and she said
Honey don't you leave no more
Chorus
Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet
Who's gonna glove your hand
Who's gonna kiss your ruby red lips
Who's gonna be your man
Well papa can shoe my pretty little feet
Mama, she can glove my hand
No one will kiss my ruby red lips
I don't need no low down dirty man
Chorus
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Lyrics by Ian Egenberger
Johnny, was born in Louisiana
Not far from New Orleans
He learned to pick guitar on a box of cigars
Fitted with piano wire strings x2
Johnny, when he left the country
He hopped on a northbound train
Said “I’ll be the leader of a big ol’ band,
I'm gonna drive them city girls insane” x2
When Johnny rolled into that city
With a brand new guitar in his hand
He walked downtown, searching club after club
But Johnny, he could not find a band x2
So Johnny he asked a performer
A man with an electric keyboard,
“can you boogie woogie with a steady roll?”
he said “son, we don’t need to anymore” x2
The performer, he called out to Johnny
And turned on his machine
He said “this’ll take the place of your eight piece band,
It’ll do things you have never scene” x2
But when Johnny heard that click track
With them electronic drums
He turned from the man and away he ran
sayin' “Lord, it’s kingdom come!” x2
Johnny he set up on the corner
Singing “man ain’t nothing but a man,
But I’ve got soul in my fingers and my toes
And I’ll die with a guitar in my hands” x2
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Sourwood Mountain
04:26
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Traditional (arranged by Ian Craig)
Chickens a-crowin' up Sourwood Mountain,
(Ho-dee-ing-dong-doodle ali day)
So many pretty girls I can't count 'em,
(Ho-dee-ing-dong-doodle ali day)
My true love lies down by the river, (Ho-de…)
A hop and a skip and I'd be with her, (Ho-de…)
Refrain
Ho-dee-oh (Ho-dee-oh)
Ho-dee-ing-dong-oodle ali day.
(Ho-dee-oh) Ho-dee-oh
(Ho-dee-ing-dong-doodle ali day)
I got a gal at the head of the holler (Ho-de…)
She won't come so I don't call her (Ho-de…)
Big dog bark and the little one bite you (Ho-de…)
Big girl court and the little one slite you(Ho-de…)
Refrain
Frogs in the pond, fish in the ocean, (Ho-de…)
Devil’s in a woman if she takes the notion,(Ho-de…)
My true love is a sun-burnt daisy, (Ho-de…)
She cain't work and I'm too lazy, (Ho-de…)
Refrain
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Traditional (Arranged by Ian Egenberger)
At Monroe Virginia they gave him his orders,
saying Steve you're running way behind,
This is not thirty eight, its old ninety seven,
so put 'er into Danville on time.
The conductor yelled to Steve and his fireman,
don't neglect the whistle nor the bell,
We'll put this ol' train, on time into Danville,
or drop her straight into hell.
The old ninety seven was the fastest mail train,
ever to run the southern line,
Passengers and freight were all bound to wait,
so she could reach her station on time.
Steve Broady said to his faithful old fireman,
just throw on a little more coal, (more coal)
And when I blow for the Henry Street crossing,
you just watch my drivers roll.
Now it's an awful bad road from Lynchburg to Danville,
and from Lima it's a four mile grade,
It was on that grade that his air breaks failed him,
and look what a jump she made.
Flying down the hill at ninety miles an hour,
his whistle began to scream,
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle,
scalded to death by the steam.
The news came flashing all over the wires,
and this is how it read,
The brave engineer who pulls the old ninety seven,
is lying in Danville dead.
Now all you lovers from my song take warning,
your broken hearts may someday learn
Not to speak harsh words of a faithful lover,
who may leave you and never return
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Root Marm Chicken Farm Jug Band Lincoln, Nebraska
From Lincoln, NE, Sower Records presents
The Root Marm Chicken Farm
Jug Band,
a hodgepodge of local musicians who are dedicated to keeping roots music and the art of jug playing alive and well in the 21st century!
Root Marm Chicken Farm Jug Band recommends:
Good Sons and Daughters
by Jack Hotel
An excellent debut album from one of our favorite local bands!
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Our good friends from Austin, TX just put out this LP on Lincoln's own Sower Records Label, Do yourself a favor and give it a listen!
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Hana's latest release, The North. Beautiful songs written and performed by one of Lincoln's best singer/songwriters
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The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed.
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featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 9, 2024
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Stirring Americana set to acoustic arrangements and topped by the legendary Alice Gerrard’s lovely, world-wise voice.
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