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Little Boxes `Pete Seeger`

Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same, There's a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one And

One Grain Of Sand `Pete Seeger`

One grain of sand, One little boy, one little girl. One grain of sand, One little star up in the sky. One grain of sand, One little you, one little I. One grain of sand, One drop of water in the sea.

From Way Up Here `Pete Seeger`

From way up here the earth looks very small, It's just a little ball of rock and sea and sand, No bigger than my hand.

From Way Up Here (Album Version) `Pete Seeger`

From way up here the earth looks very small, It's just a little ball of rock and sea and sand, No bigger than my hand.

Jesse James (Album Version) `Pete Seeger`

Jesse James was a lad That killed many a man He robbed the Glendale train He stole from the rich And he gave to the poor He'd a hand and a heart and a brain Well it was Robert Ford That dirty little coward

Queen Anne Front (Album Version) `Pete Seeger`

"When Great Grandfather was a gay young man And Great Grandmother was his bride They found a lot, a jolly little spot Over on the old North Side It sloped down toward the river, from River Avenue Great

Queen Anne Front `Pete Seeger`

"When Great Grandfather was a gay young man And Great Grandmother was his bride They found a lot, a jolly little spot Over on the old North Side It sloped down toward the river, from River Avenue

East Virginia `Pete Seeger`

There I met some pretty little woman But her name and age I do not know. Well her hair it was a light brown color And her cheeks were ruby red.

Equinoxial `Pete Seeger`

Equinoxial swore by the green leaves on the tree That he could do more work in a day than Pheobe could in three Three, he could do more work in a day than Pheobe could in three If that be true little Pheobe

Maple Syrup Time `Pete Seeger`

but no more than this attempt to make a happy little rhyme, So pat your feet or swing your tail, but keep in good time. Keep up the fire! Maple syrup time.

Sweet Potatoes `Pete Seeger`

guess I'm just a lucky guy And I'm prepared to tell you why It's strictly on account of my Sweet Potato Pie I'm the fellow that she loves the most The main reason why she left the coast She's my little

John Henry `Pete Seeger`

John Henry was about three days old sittin' on his papa's knee He picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel said Hammer's gonna be the death of me Lord Lord Hammer's gonna be the death of me The captain

Mail Myself To You `Pete Seeger`

I'm gonna wrap myself in paper I'm gonna daub myself with glue Stick some stamps on the top of my head I'm gonna mail myself to you I'm gonna tie me in a little red string I'm gonna tie blue

Who Killed Norma Jean `Pete Seeger`

I, said the Fan, with my little pan, I'll catch her blood. Who'll make her shroud? I, said the Lover, my guilt to cover, I'll make her shroud. Who'll dig her grave?

Waist Deep In The Big Muddy (Live) `Pete Seeger`

It'll be a little soggy but just keep slogging. We'll soon be on dry ground."" We were, waist deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool said to push on.

Going Across The Mountains `Pete Seeger`

mountains, oh Chrissy don't you cry Goin' across the mountain, to join the boys in blue When this fightin's over, I'll come back to you Goin' across the mountains if I have to crawl To give old Jeff's men a little

My Dirty Stream (The Hudson River Song) `Pete Seeger`

Down the valley one million toilet chains Find my Hudson so convenient place to drain And each little city says, "Who, me? Do you think that sewage plants come free?"

Those Three Are On My Mind `Pete Seeger`

bright I cannot give up hoping For a morning light So I ask the killers do you sleep at night Those three are on my mind I see tin roof shanties Where my brothers live Those three are on my mind And the little

Pretty Boy Floyd (Live) `Pete Seeger`

But a many a starving farmer The same old story told How the outlaw paid their mortgage And saved their little homes.

Guantanamera `Pete Seeger`

The little streams of the mountains Please me more than the sea.)

Living In The Country `Pete Seeger`

But the Afro American peple worked out a way to play it Just like a drum band The base strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat And the top strings were played With the finger and got all the little

This Land Is Your Land `Pete Seeger`

[Additional verses by Pete Seeger:] Maybe you've been working as hard as you're able, But you've just got crumbs from the rich man's table, And maybe you're thinking, was it truth or fable,

Abiyoyo `Pete Seeger`

Once upon a time there was a little boy, who played a ukulele. He'd go around town: clink, clunk, CLONK! Of course, the grownups would be busy, and they'd say: "Take that thing out of here.

I'm Gonna Be An Engineer `Pete Seeger`

"When I was a little girl I wished I was a boy I tagged along behind the gang and wore my corduroys. Everybody said I only did it to annoy But I was gonna be an engineer.

WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE? `Pete Seeger`

Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing. Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago. Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls picked them, ev'ry one. When will they ever learn? When...

Wimoweh (Mbube) `Pete Seeger`

We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder Brothers sisters all Every rung goes higher and higher Every rung goes higher and higher Every rung goes hi...

We Shall Overcome `Pete Seeger`

We shall overcome, We shall overcome, We shall overcome, some day. Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome, some day. We'll walk hand in hand, We'll walk hand in hand, We'll walk hand in ...

Mrs. Clara Sullivan's Letter `Pete Seeger`

Dear Mister Editor, if you choose, Please send me a copy of the labor news; I've got a son in the infantry, And he'd be mighty glad to see That someone, somewhere, now and then, Thinks about the lives...

The Bells Of Rhymney `Pete Seeger`

Oh, what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rhymney. Is there hope for the future? Say the brown bells of Merther. Who made the mine open? Say the black bells of Rhonda. And who killed the miner? ...

Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season) `Pete Seeger`

To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose, under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time...