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Folkutations, 3

The last of it. Thank God. FOR NOW.



Ridin’ on that New River train
Ridin’ on that New River train
That same old train that brought me here is soon gonna carry me home

Darlin’, remember what you said?
Darlin’, remember what you said?
Remember what you said, that you’d rather see me dead
Than ridin’ on that New River train?

Darlin’, you can’t love two
Darlin’, you can’t love two
You can’t love two if your heart is true
Oh, darlin’, you can’t love two

Darlin’, you can’t love three
Darlin’, you can’t love three
You can’t love three if one of them is me
Oh, darlin’, you can’t love three

Darlin’, you can’t love but one
Darlin’, you can’t love but one
You can’t love but one and have any fun
Oh, darlin’, you can’t love but one

Darlin’, the time ain’t gonna be long
Darlin’, the time ain’t gonna be long
The time won’t be long ‘til all that’s left of me’s this song
‘Cause I’m ridin’ on that New River train

Ridin’ on that New River train
Ridin’ on that New River train
That same old train that brought me here is soon gonna carry me home

***

John Hardy, he was a desperate little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot a man down in a West Virginia mine
Over three damn hours worth of pay
Three goddamn hours worth of pay

John Hardy, he threw those wicked bones
He was stone before they hit the ground
He pulled his revolver and his Army gun
And he shot another man down
Shot his brother man down

John Hardy, he ran ‘til he couldn’t run no more
No safe place to rest his head
The sheriff found him on a cold, cold floor
And said “Johnny, soon you’ll be dead
Pretty soon you’re gonna be dead”

John Hardy, he had a pretty little girl
The dress that she wore was green
She stood in the yard and she cried, cried, cried
The saddest thing you ever seen
Saddest that you ever seen

John Hardy, he called for the sheriff to come
Said “My mama gonna throw my bail”
The sheriff said “You can’t throw no murder case
You won’t never leave this jail
You’re gonna die in my jail”

“I’ve been to the east and I’ve been to the west
I’ve been this whole world ‘round
I’ve been to the river and I’ve been baptized
And now I’m goin’ to my hanging ground
Now I’m on my hanging ground”

They led John Hardy to the scaffold high
Where dressed all in black was his son
And the last words they heard John Hardy speak
“Boy, don’t do what I have done
Don’t you do what I’ve done”

***

Bring some line and a fishin’ pole, honey
Bring some line and a fishin’ pole, baby
Bring some line and a fishin’ pole
And meet me at the crawdad hole
Oh, sweet child of mine

What’s the devil cryin’ for, honey?
What’s the devil cryin’ for, baby?
What’s the devil cryin’ for?
He can’t kiss your lips no more
Oh, sweet child of mine

Ask me how I grew so tall, honey
Ask me how I grew so tall, baby
Ask me how I grew so tall
I eat them crawdads head and all
Oh, sweet child of mine



Drinkin’ bourbon ain’t no sin, honey
Drinkin’ bourbon ain’t no sin, baby
Drinkin’ bourbon ain’t no sin
Soon it’s in, comes out again
Oh, sweet child of mine

Two fo’ nickel, three fo’ dime, honey
Two fo’ nickel, three fo’ dime, baby
Two fo’ nickel, three fo’ dime
Only my crawdad tastes this fine
Oh, sweet child of mine

Heard the duck say to the drake, honey
Heard the duck say to the drake, baby
Heard the duck say to the drake
Let me be, for heaven’s sake
Oh, sweet child of mine

Sat on the bank ‘til the moon come out, honey
Sat on the bank ‘til the moon come out, baby
Sat on the bank ‘til the moon come out
Crawdads we must do without
Oh, sweet child of mine

What’ll we do when the lake goes dry, honey?
What’ll we do when the lake goes dry, baby?
What’ll we do when the lake goes dry?
Look at our empty pot and cry
Oh, sweet child of mine

Don’t eat crawdads when I fall, honey
Don’t eat crawdads when I fall, baby
Don’t eat crawdads when I fall
Just pickle me in alcohol
Oh, sweet child of mine

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Leonard Pierce is a freelance writer wandering around Texas with no sleep or sense of direction. If you give him money he will write something for you. If you are nice to him he may come to your house and get drunk.

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