Lyrics:
travelin' Lord
[ banjo - dobro ]
Well I've been a layin' in a hard rock jeil I thought you know
I've been a layin' there ninety days way down the road
on the track
Oh, Alabama
Banjos playing through the broken glass
Windows down in Alabama
See the old folks tied in white ropes
Hear the banjo
Don't it
in the kitchen I know oh oh oh oh
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Strumming on the old banjo
Singin' fie, fi, fiddly i oh
Fie, fi, fiddly i oh oh
at the Christmas tree with my ma chère ami-o
So ring the chimes, it's Christmas time and pick the old banjo
Oh, Santa Claus will come tonight, down on the bayou
Maggie
She was sittin' on the banks of the sea
With a forty-four all around her
And a banjo on her knee
Pretty flowers were made for bloomin'
Pretty stars
in the kitchen I know
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Strumming on the old banjo, and singing
Fie, fi, fiddly i o
Fie, fi, fiddly i o
Fie,
night and listen
As we used to sing in the evening by the moonlight
In the evening by the moonlight
You could hear banjos ringing
You could hear
standin' on the banks of the sea
With a forty-four strapped around her
And a banjo on her knee
Lay down your last gold dollar
Lay down your gold watch
Dinah
Someone's in the kitchen I know oh oh oh oh
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Strumming on the old banjo
Singin' fie, fi, fiddly i oh
Fie,
singing it is song time.
The banjo's strumming soft and low.
I know that you
Yearn for me too.
Swannee, you're calling me.
Swanee, how I love you,
on the track
Oh, Alabama
Banjos playing through the broken glass
Windows down in Alabama
See the old folks tied in white ropes
Hear the banjo
Don't it
are singin', it is song time
The banjos strummin' soft and low
I know that you
Yearn for me too
Swanee! You're calling me!
Swanee!
How I love
singing, it is song time.
The banjo's strummin' soft and low.
I know that you yearn for me too,
Swanee you're calling me.
Swanee how I love ya, how I
heard the like of
Melodies our family played
The guitar kept the rhythm as
The fiddle sawed away
We recall a banjo ringing
And a singing mandolin
In
the Devil played the banjo?
What if he invited you out
On the dance floor?
There's one of six million different
Ways this can go
Ayo, your fishscale
the hobo?s gather
Heard their banjo?s brace the blade
Heard them sing about the river
Called it the lazy man?s parade
Sing me that song about the river
Green
singing it is song time.
The banjo's strumming soft and low.
I know that you
Yearn for me too.
Swannee, you're calling me.
Swanee, how I love you,
and learn the life of looking back
But he'd spit and slap his side
Just to see if he's alive
Then he'd sing his banjo song of Santa Rosa
He said
Sur sa vieille charrette
Il grattait tout en roulant
Son banjo fait pour les fêtes
De la Nouvelle Orléans
Et toute une foule
Le suivait
the old banjo to young ones stronger
And when these fingers can strum no longer
Hand the old banjo to young ones stronger
So though it's darkest before
And see our shadows on the ground
Aw won't you come on down
We're gonna do a little fiddlin' around
Can't ya hear the banjo's ringin' through
singing it is song time.
The banjo's strumming soft and low.
I know that you
Yearn for me too.
Swannee, you're calling me.
Swanee, how I love you,
I'm goin' across the mountains
Oh fare ye well
Goin' 'cross the mountains
You can hear my banjo tell
Got my rations on my back
My powder it is dry
know
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Strumming on the old banjo, and singing
Fie, fi, fiddly i o fie, fi, fiddly i o
Fie, fi, fiddly i o
Strumming
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