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Kingston Trio Nick Bob John The Final Concert

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand With an achin' in my heart and my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home and I miss my darlin

There is a house in this old town And that's where my true love lays around And he takes other women right down on his knee And he tells them a little

He rode easy in the saddle, he was tall and lean At first you thought nothing but a streak of mean Could make a man look so downright strong But one look

These are the times that try men's souls In the course of our nation's history The people of Boston have rallied bravely Whenever the rights of men have

Eric Anderson You've long been on the open road. You've been standing in the rain. From the dirty words and muddy cells, your clothes are dark and stained

Bob Dylan If today was not an endless highway. If tonight was not a crooked trail. If tomorrow wasn't such a long time then lonesome would mean nothing

In the jungle, the mighty jungle The lion sleeps tonight In the jungle the quiet jungle The lion sleeps tonight Near the village the peaceful village