Тексты песен «Kingston Trio»

Harlan Howard He was born and raised around Jacksonville. A nice young man, not the kind to kill. But a jealous fight and a flashing blade sent him on the run to the Everglades. Runnin' like a dog through the...

Mike Stewart Chorus: Farewell to you, captain, the bravest in command. Goodbye to all the soldiers who didn't give a damn For we're goin' back to Richmond, buddy, leavin' here today. Gonna sell our rifles for a jug and...

Bob Dylan Fare thee well, my own true love. I'm leavin' the first hour of the morn. I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico and maybe the coast of Californ. Chorus: So, fare thee well, my own true love. We'll meet another...

(Bob Dylan) Fare thee well, my own true love. I'm leavin' the first hour of the morn. I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico and maybe the coast of Californ. [Chorus:] So, fare them well, my own true love. We'll meet...

Bob Shane/Jack Splittard Adelita, 'tis time we remembered that only one hour more and I must go To the hills of Sierra Del Prado for the glory of our Mexico. Chorus: Oh, Adelita, promise you'll remember the happy...

Farewell to you, Captain The bravest in command Goodbye to all the soldiers Who didn't give a damn For we're goin' back to Richmond Buddy, leavin' here today Gonna sell our rifles for a jug And get drunk along the way...

As I listen for the whistle, lie awake and wait Wish the railroad didn't run so near 'Cause the rattle and clatter of that old fast freight Keeps on makin' music in my ear, go bum again, go bum again, ooh Hear the...

(Hedy West) If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone, you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, you can hear the whistle blow a...

Mike Settle Well, how many beans could Woody have picked when he was always writing songs? You believe that story about hard travelin', well, I can tell you right now you're wrong! You see the only thing Woody picked...

Gretchen Guard Follow now, o shepherds, rise up from your sleeping. Angels far from here a blessed watch are keeping. Look up, look up! A star shines in the heavens calling us to come. Our holy King is given. We must...

Ian Tyson Chorus: Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, all these things that don't change, come what may, But our good times are all gone and I'm bound for moving on. I'll look for you if I'm...

John Stewart I was hopin' that you'd come to me. It's plain that I can see that you are cryin', yes, you are cryin'. Yeah, I have often lied to cover up my pride and I have hurt you, yes, I have hurt you. Let us be...

Well, I'm not gonna brag but I been courtin' all my life They consider me a roguish lad, especially for my size And with you, and with you, and with you, Genny Glenn I'll take you down to Glasgow Town and dance you...

Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart Way down in Columbus, Georgia, that's where I don't want to be. Hey, way down in Columbus stockade. Take me back to Tennessee. Chorus: Well, you can take me back to old Kentucky,...

Get away, get away Get away, get away Poor John John Hardy was a fightin' man Carried a razor ev'ry day He killed a man in Mobile town You ought to see my Johnny get away You ought to see my Johnny get away Get...

Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart The Virgin Mary had a baby boy (repeat twice) And they say that His name was Jesus. Chorus: (He come down) He come from the glory. (He come down) He come from the glorious...

Mike Stewart Chorus: Go tell it on the mountains over the hills and ev'rywhere and you can go (go) tell it on the mountain, Jesus Christ was born. Down in a lowly manger, Jesus Christ was born and the Lord sent down...

John Stewart My brother stirs the kool-aid, giving sips. Two cents and a penny buys a set of big, wax lips. Riding with no hands around the turn. Let's find a guy named Francis and give him an Indian burn. Chorus: And...

Dave Guard/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send you one by one, one for the little bitty Baby Was born, born, born in Bethlehem. Children, go where I send...

John Phillips Chorus: Well, I'm goin' away for to leave you. Might not come back any more (more, more) If I never more see your face again, then it's honey on that far distant, distant shore. Honey on that far distant...