as young lovers do To me they will always remain Unshamed, untamed, and unblamed The altar boy and the thief Grabbing themselves some relief The altar boy
the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow. It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow; Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. But
bring parapapampam To lay before the king parapapampam Rapapampam rapapampam So to honour him parapapampam When we come Baby Jesus parapapampam I am a poor boy
this mountain That ring like mine boy That ring like mine I'm gonna bust this rock boy From here to the Macon All the way to the jail boy All the way
: (W. Guthrie) Well gather round children, a story I will tell About pretty boy floyd the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of shawnee
mother said. Her mother she went upstairs too Saying, "Daughter, oh daughter, what's troublin' you?": "Oh mother, oh mother, I cannot tell That railroad boy
: (Traditional) [Chorus:] Well I'm a rake and ramblin' boy. There's many a city I did enjoy, And now I've married me a pretty little wife And I love
in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so
Well gather round children, a story I will tell About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon
Lyrics as performed by Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, Hughes Stadium, Colorado University, Fort Collins, CO, 23 May 1976, transcribed by Manfred Helfert.
I'm a Rake And a Ramblin' Boy CHORUS: Well I'm a rake and ramblin' boy. There's many a city I did enjoy, And now I've married me a pretty little wife
Me and my drum Little drummer boy Drummer boy, drummer boy Little drummer boy Drummer boy, drummer boy Little drummer boy Little drummer boy Drummer boy, drummer boy
we bring parapapampam To lay before the king parapapampam Rapapampam rapapampam So to honour him parapapampam When we come Baby Jesus parapapampam I am a poor boy
a this mountain That ring like mine boy That ring like mine I'm gonna bust this rock boy From here to the Macon All the way to the jail boy All the way
(W. Guthrie) Well gather round children, a story I will tell About pretty boy floyd the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of shawnee on
