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  • Derroll Adams: 10 000 Years Ago Lyrics | The Official Derroll Adams Site
    LYRICS 10 000 Years Ago see all songs I was born about ten thousand years ago And there s nothin in the history I don t know I saw Peter Paul and Moses Playing ring around the roses And I wept the guy who says that isn t so I saw Satan when he looked the garden o er I saw Eve and Adam driven from the door From behind

    Original URL path: http://www.derrolladams.org/songs/10000-years-ago.html (2016-01-08)
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  • Derroll Adams: A Profound and Beautiful Sadness Lyrics | The Official Derroll Adams Site
    Media Media Magazines Internet Web Links LYRICS A Profound and Beautiful Sadness see all songs A profound and beautiful sadness Was the passage of all times I hear the wind the rain is falling Through it all I hear time calling And years go by like a silent cry And there as a child my heart was thrilled And all the dreams that speak to me still And now my

    Original URL path: http://www.derrolladams.org/songs/a-profound-and-beautiful-sadness.html (2016-01-08)
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  • Derroll Adams: Alberta Lyrics | The Official Derroll Adams Site
    hang down low Alberta let your hair hang down low I gave you more gold Than your apron still can hold Alberta let your hair hang down low Alberta what you got on your mind Alberta what you got on your mind What you got upon your mind Keeps me worried all of the time Alberta let your hair hang down low Alberta why do you treat me unkind Alberta

    Original URL path: http://www.derrolladams.org/songs/alberta.html (2016-01-08)
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  • Derroll Adams: Aged Woman-Peasant Girl Lyrics | The Official Derroll Adams Site
    Of Interest Friendly Event Archives Media Media Magazines Internet Web Links LYRICS Aged Woman Peasant Girl see all songs Aged woman peasant girl In the field springtime has come Their shadows cross beneath the sun They plough the earth and plant the seeds The fields are dry there s been no rain The elder lifts her hands to pray The younger sees clouds far away Summer rain falls on the

    Original URL path: http://www.derrolladams.org/songs/aged-woman-peasant-girl.html (2016-01-08)
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  • Derroll Adams: Anna Feher Lyrics | The Official Derroll Adams Site
    works Oil paintings Watercolours Derroll s Studio Footage Featuring or about Derroll Adams I Was Born in Portland Town Guestbook Derroll Adams Guestbook Of Interest Friendly Event Archives Media Media Magazines Internet Web Links LYRICS Anna Feher see all songs Lazlo Feher stole a stallion Stole it on the misty mountains And they saw him and they caught him And in iron chains they bound him News was brought to Anna Feher That her brother was in prison Bring me gold and six fine horses And I ll buy my brother s freedom Judge Oh Judge please free my brother I will give you gold and silver I want neither gold nor silver All I want is your sweet favours Sister Sister Anna Feher Are you mad with grief and sorrow He will rob you of your flower And he ll hang me from the gallows Anna Feher did not tell him Straight way to the judge went running In his golden bed at midnight There she heard the gallows groaning Sister Sister Anna Feher Don t go looking for your brother For in the great wood forest There he hangs upon the gallows Cursed be that judge so cruel

    Original URL path: http://www.derrolladams.org/songs/anna-feher.html (2016-01-08)
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  • Jack Elliott & Derroll Adams: Ain't It A Shame Lyrics | The Official Derroll Adams Site
    Monday Ain t it a shame Ain t it a shame to beat your wife on Monday Ain t it a shame Ain t it a shame to beat your wife on Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday too Ain t it a shame Ain t it a shame to take a drink on Monday Ain t it a shame Ain t it a shame to take a drink on Monday Ain t it a shame Ain t it a shame to take a drink on Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday too Ain t it a shame Ain t it a shame to beat your husband on Monday Ain t it a shame Ain t it a shame to beat your husband on Monday Ain t it a shame Ain t it a shame to beat your husband on Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday too Ain t it a shame Ain t it a shame to play music on Monday Ain t it a shame Ain t it a shame to pick a gal on Monday Ain t it a shame Ain t it a shame to play the banjo on Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday

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  • Derroll Adams: Apprenticed in London Lyrics | The Official Derroll Adams Site
    was apprenticed in London I used to see my dear Stars were always shining And the moon shone bright and clear I rapped upon her window To ease her of her pain And she rose to let me in Then she barred the door again Your father and your mother In yonder room do lie A hugging one another So why not you and I A hugging one another Without

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  • Derroll Adams: Black Jack Davey Lyrics | The Official Derroll Adams Site
    Adams Guestbook Of Interest Friendly Event Archives Media Media Magazines Internet Web Links LYRICS Black Jack Davey see all songs Black Jack Davey went a riding Through the woods Singing songs so gaily He sang so loud He made the wild woods ring And he charmed the heart of a lady Charmed the heart of a wife The old man came a riding Home that night Asking for his lady The servant spoke before he thought She s gone with the black Jack Davey She s gone with the Gypsy boy Well saddle for me my big black horse My hundred dollar saddle Show to me the way they went And after them I ll travel After them I ll ride He rode and he rode to the mdinight moon Till he saw a campfire gleaming He heard the sound of a big guitar And the voice of his lady singing A song of the Gypsy boy Will you forsake your house and home Will you forsake your baby Will you forsake your husband dear To go with the black Jack Davey To go with the Gypsy boy Yes I ll forsake my house and home And I ll forsake

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