Campfire Songs. Kum Ba Yah. Traditional African American Spiritual. C. F. C.
Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah! F C G7. Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah
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Campfire Songs Kum Ba Yah Traditional African American Spiritual C F C Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah! F C G7 Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah! C F C Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah! G7 C G7 C Oh Lord, Kum ba yah Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! O Lord, Kum ba yah Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's singing, Lord, Kum ba yah! O Lord, Kum ba yah Someone's praying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's praying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Someone's praying, Lord, Kum ba yah! O Lord, Kum ba yah
I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THE RAILROAD Traditional F F7 I’ve been working’ on the railroad Bb F All the live long day, G7 I’ve been working’ on the railroad Gm7 C7 Just to pass the time away. F Can’t you hear the whistle blowing? Bb A7 Rise up so early in the morn. Bb F Can't you hear the captain shouting’ C7 F "Dinah blow your horn!" Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah C7 Gm7 C7 F Someone’s in the kitchen I know, Bb someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah F C7 F Strumming on the old banjo and singing F Fee, fie, fiddleio C, Gm, C7 Fee, fie, fiddleio F Bb Fee, fie, fiddleio, F C7 F Strumming’ on the old banjo.
He's Got the Whole World in His Hands Traditional African American Spiritual Ukulele verse Adaptation by Jumpin’ Jim Beloff C He's got the whole world in His hands, G7 He's got the whole world in His hands, C He's got the whole world in His hands, G7 He's got the whole world in His hands.
He’s got a little ukulele in his hands, He’s got a little ukulele in his hands He’s got a little ukulele in his hands He’s got the whole world in his hands.
He's got you and me, brother in his hands, He’s got you and me sister in his hands, He's got everybody here In His hands; He's got the whole world in His hands.
Home on the Range Traditional 1st Verse: D
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Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam, D
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Where the deer and the antelope play, D
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Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, D
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and the skies are not cloudy all day. Chorus: D
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Home, home on the range, A7 Where the deer and the antelope play, D
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Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, D
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and the skies are not cloudy all day.
BINGO Traditional G
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There was a farmer had a dog; D7
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And Bingo was his name-o. C B-
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B-I- N-G-O C B-I- N-G-O D7
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And Bingo was his name-o. There was a farmer had a dog; And Bingo was his name-o. (clap)-I-N-G-O (clap)-I-N-G-O (clap)-I-N-G-O And Bingo was his name-o. There was a farmer had a dog; And Bingo was his name-o. (clap)-(clap)-N-G-O (clap)-(clap)-N-G-O
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MICHAEL ROW THE BOAT ASHORE From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia "Michael, Row the Boat Ashore" (or "Michael, Row Your Boat Ashore") is an African-American spiritual from the Sea Islands of Georgia. It was first published in Slave Songs of the United States, by William Francis Allen et al., in 1867.[1] C
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Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah C G7 C Michael row the boat ashore, halle-lu-j-ah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
The river runs deep the river runs wide, hallelujah, The river runs deep the river runs wide hallelujah.
This Land is Your Land Words and music by Woody Guthrie ©1956 (renewed 1984), 1958 (renewed 1986) and 1970 TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc. (BMI)
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Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land D7
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From California, to the New York Island C
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From the redwood forest, to the Gulf Stream waters, D7
G
this land was made for you and me G
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As I was walking a ribbon of highway D7
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I saw above me an endless skyway C
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I saw below me that golden valley D7
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this land was made for you and me. Back to Chorus 1x
Puff the Magic Dragon Words and Music by Peter Yarrow and Leonard Lipton G Bm 1.) Puff, the magic dragon C
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Lived by the sea C
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And frolicked in the autumn mist A7
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In a land called Honah Lee G
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Little Jackie Paper C
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Loved that rascal Puff, C
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And brought him strings and sealing wax A7
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And other fancy stuff. Oh! G
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Chorus: Puff, the magic dragon C
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Lived by the sea C
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Em
and frolicked in the autumn mist
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in a land called Honah Lee G
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Puff, the magic dragon C
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Lived by the sea C
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and frolicked in the autumn mist A7
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in a land called Honah Lee 2.) Together they would travel On a boat with billowed sail Jackie kept a lookout perched On Puff's gigantic tail Noble kings and princes Would bow whene'er they came, Pirate ships would lower their flag When Puff roared out his name. Chorus: 3.) A dragon lives forever But not so little boys Painted wings and giant rings Make way for other toys. One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more And Puff that mighty dragon, He ceased his fearless roar. Chorus: 4.) His head was bent in sorrow, Green scales fell like rain, Puff no longer went to play Along the cherry lane. Without his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave, So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave.
She’ll Be Coming Around The Mountain Traditional G She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes D7 She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes G7
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She'll be coming round the mountain, she'll be coming round the mountain, G
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She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She'll be driving six white horses when she comes She'll be driving six white horses when she comes She'll be driving six white horses, she'll be driving six white horses, She'll be driving six white horses when she comes
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes Oh, we’ll all go out to meet her and we’ll all go out to meet her, oh we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes.
Take Me Out To The Ball Game Lyrics By Jack Norworth Music by Albert Von Tilzer C
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"Take me out to the ball game, C
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Take me out with the crowd. A7
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Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, D
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I don't care if I never get back, C
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Let me root, root, root for the home team, C7
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If they don't win it's a shame. Dm
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For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, D7 G7 C At the old ball game."
