and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
I saw a Berkeley woman sitting in a rocking chair. A dulcimer in her lap, feather in her hair.
Her breasts swayed freely with the rhythm of the rocking chair
With just one look I was a bad mess
'Cause that long cool woman had it all
He met a girl known on the strip, San Francisco’s Mabel Joy
Destitution’s child born on an L.A. street called Shame
I called a friend in Frisco lord
He said “baby’s in LA”
Here am I in Alabam’
Two thousand miles away
But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away
In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, we’re bound for South Australia
When you see the Southern Cross
For the first time
You understand now
Why you came this way
Nazarene screaming on his crucifixion
Prophecy in its final contradiction
When you die is when the lie will be believed
Upon the cross, before the world to see
Oh, Shenandoah, it’s far I wander.
Aa-way, you rolling river!
Shenandoah, it’s far I wander.
Ah-way, we’re bound to go, ‘cross th’ wide Missouri!
They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through,
They sing of her beauty in Virginia City, too.
At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round and to young Vandy whose love was true.
It’s a hangin’ day in Wolf City, Wyomin’
Wolf City, Wyomin’, eighteen ninety four
They’re gonna drop Cat Ballou
Through the gallows floor
Hangman, hangman, slack your rope.
Slack it for a –
<strangling sound>
Tommy Smothers, of course - who else?
Well I been up to my neck in trouble
Up to my neck in strife
Up to my neck in misery
For most of my life
I’m going up the 'pool from down the smoke below
To taste my mum’s jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo
There was me and my daddy and my daddy’s mammy
And her sister’s granny and four of her chums … and Auntie Rose
I’m my own grandpa
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
Now I’m a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind
I’m in love
I’m a believer
I don’t believe in Beatles