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Song of the Day Lyrics, Survey of American Lit I, Summer 07 Fever (John Davenport and Eddie Cooley) perf. Peggy Lee/Madonna Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever that's so hard to bear You give me fever When you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever, in the morning Fever all through the night Sun lights up the daytime And moon lights up the night I light up when you call my name And you know I'm gonna treat you right You give me fever When you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever, in the morning And fever all through the night Everybody's got the fever That is something you all know Fever isn't such a new thing Fever started long ago Romeo loved Juliette Juliette she felt the same When he put his arms around her He said, Julie, Baby You're my flame Thou giveth fever When we kisseth Fever with thy flaming youth Fever, I'm afire Fever, yeah, I burn, forsooth Cap'n Smith and Pocahontas Had a very mad affair When her daddy tried to kill him She said, Daddy Oh, don't you dare He gives me fever With his kisses Fever when he holds me tight Fever, I'm his misses So Daddy, Won't you treat him right Now you've listened to my story Here's the point that I have made Chicks were born to give you fever Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade They give you fever When you kiss them Fever if you live and learn Fever, 'till you sizzle What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn Bankrobber (Joe Strummer/Mick Jones) My daddy was a bankrobber But he never hurt nobody He just loved to live that way And he loved to steal your money Some is rich, and some is poor Thats the way the world is But I dont believe in lying back Sayln how bad your luck is So we came to jazz it up We never loved a shovel Break your back to earn your pay An dont forget to grovel The old man spoke up in a bar Said I never been in prison A lifetime serving one machine Is ten times worse than prison Imagine if all the boys in jail Could get out now together Whadda you think theyd want to say to us? While we was being clever Someday youll meet your rocking chair Cos thats where were spinning Theres no point to wanna comb your hair When its grey and thinning Run rabbit run Strike out boys, for the hills I can find that hole in the wall And I know that they never will “O Death” (trad.) perf. Ralph Stanley/ Pace Jubilee Singers O, Death O, Death Won't you spare me over til another year Well what is this that I can't see With ice cold hands takin' hold of me Well I am death, none can excel I'll open the door to heaven or hell Whoa, death someone would pray Could you wait to call me another day The children prayed, the preacher preached Time and mercy is out of your reach I'll fix your feet til you cant walk I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk I'll close your eyes so you can't see This very air, come and go with me I'm death I come to take the soul Leave the body and leave it cold To draw up the flesh off of the frame Dirt and worm both have a claim O, Death O, Death Won't you spare me over til another year My mother came to my bed Placed a cold towel upon my head My head is warm my feet are cold Death is a-movin upon my soul Oh, death how you're treatin' me You've close my eyes so I can't see Well you're hurtin' my body You make me cold You run my life right outta my soul Oh death please consider my age Please don't take me at this stage My wealth is all at your command If you will move your icy hand Oh the young, the rich or poor Hunger like me you know No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul O, death O, death Wont you spare me over til another year Wont you spare me over til another year Wont you spare me over til another year “Flushed from the Bathroom of your Heart” Perf. Johnny Cash From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place At the table of your love I got the brush off At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the race I've been washed down the sink of your conscience In the theater of your love I lost my part And now you say you've got me out of your conscience I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart In the garbage disposal of you dreams I've been ground up dear On the river of your plans I'm up the creek Up the elevator of your future I've been shafted On the calendar of your events I'm last week I've been washed down the sink of your conscience In the theater of your love I lost my part And now you say you've got me out of your conscience I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart Roll On Columbia Woody Guthrie (1940) Roll on, Columbia, roll on Roll on, Columbia, roll on Your power is turning our darkness to dawn So roll on, Columbia, roll on Green Douglas firs where the waters cut through Down her wild mountains and canyons she flew Canadian Northwest to the oceans so blue Roll on Columbia, roll on Other great rivers add power to you Yakima, Snake, and the Klickitat, too Sandy Willamette and Hood River too So roll on, Columbia, roll on Tom Jefferson's vision would not let him rest An empire he saw in the Pacific Northwest Sent Lewis and Clark and they did the rest So roll on, Columbia, roll on It's there on your banks that we fought many a fight Sheridan's boys in the blockhouse that night They saw us in death but never in flight So roll on Columbia, roll on At Bonneville now there are ships in the locks The waters have risen and cleared all the rocks Shiploads of plenty will steam past the docks So roll on, Columbia, roll on And on up the river is Grand Coulee Dam The mightiest thing ever built by a man To run the great factories and water the land So roll on, Columbia, roll on These mighty men labored by day and by night Matching their strength 'gainst the river's wild flight Through rapids and falls, they won the hard fight So roll on, Columbia, roll on John Henry (trad) John Henry was a steel drivin' boy But he went down Yes, he went down He went down Take my hammer and give it to the capt'n Boys, tell him I'm gone You can tell him I'm gone Yes, tell him I'm gone This old hammer done kill John Henry And it don't kill me No it won't kill me Ain't gonna kill me It's a long way from East Colorado Honey, to my home Honey, to my home Honey, to my home John Henry left his hammer All paint' in red All shinin' red John Henry's dead Take this hammer and carry it to the capt'n You can tell him I'm gone Boys, tell him I'm gone You're sure he's gone 16 Tons (Weavers) Some people say man is made out of mud A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bone A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons and what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal And the store-boss said the "Well-a bless my soul" You load sixteen tons and what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line You load sixteen tons and what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store If you see me comin', better step aside A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't git ya, then the left one will You load sixteen tons and what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store Greenland Whalefisheries (trad. Late 18th cent/19th cent) 'Twas in eighteen hundred and fifty-three And of June the thirteenth day, That our gallant ship her anchor weighed And for Greenland bore away, brave boys, And for greenland bore away. The lookout in the crosstrees stood With his spy glass in his hand; "There's a whale, there's a whale, there's a whale fish!" he cried. "And she blows at every span, brave boys, She blows at every span!" And the captain stood on the quarterdeck, And a fine little man was he; "Overhaul, overhaul! Let your davit tackles fall, And launch your boats for sea, brave boys, And launch your boats for sea!" Now the boats were launched and the men aboard, And the whale was in full view; Resolved was each seaman bold To steer where the whale fishes blew, brave boys, To steer where the whale fishes blew! We struck that whale and the line paid out, But she gave a flourish with her tail; And the boat capsized and four men were drowned, And we never caught that whale, brave boys, And we never caught that whale! "To lose the whale," our captain cried, "It grieves my heart full sore! But, oh to lose four gallant men It grieves me ten times more, brave boys, It grieves me four times more!" Oh, Greenland is a dreadful place, A land that's never green; Where there's ice and snow, and the whale fishes blow And the daylight's seldom ever seen, brave boys, And the daylight's seldom ever seen. “Slavery Time” (Lightning Hopkins) “Who Paid the Rent for Mrs. Rip Van Winkle?” (Bing Crosby/Al Jolson) “The Raven” (Lou Reed) lyrics not available Grand Coulee Dam (Woody Guthrie 1941) Well, the world has seven wonders that the trav'lers always tell, Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well, But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair lang, It's the big Columbia River and the big Grand Coulee Dam. She heads up the Canadian Rockies where the rippling waters glide, Comes a-roaring down the canyon to meet the salty tide, Of the wide Pacific Ocean where the sun sets in the West And the big Grand Coulee country in the land I love the best. In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and wind ward spray, Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave, Well, she tore their boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream Of the day the Coulee Dam would cross that wild and wasted stream. Uncle Sam took up the challenge in the year of 'thrity-three, For the farmer and the factory and all of you and me, He said, "Roll along, Columbia, you can ramble to the sea, But river, while you're rambling, you can do some work for me." Now in Washington and Oregon you can hear the factories hum, Making chrome and making manganese and light aluminum, And there roars the flying fortress now to fight for Uncle Sam, Spawned upon the King Columbia by the big Grand Coulee Dam. Volunteers Jefferson Airplane Look whats happening out in the streets Got a revolution got to revolution Hey Im dancing down the streets Got a revolution got to revolution Aint it amazing all the people I meet Got a revolution got to revolution One generation got old One generation got soul This generation got no destination to hold Pick up the cry Hey now its time for you and me Got a revolution got to revolution Come on now were marching to the sea Got a revolution got to revolution Who will take it from you We will and who are we We are volunteers of America Walt Whitman´s Niece (Woody Guthrie 1946) Last night or the night before that, I won´t say which night A seaman friend of mine, I´ll not say which seaman, Walked up to a big old building, I won´t say which building, And would not have walked up the stairs, not to say which stairs, If there had not been two girls, leaving out the names of those two girls. I recall a door, a big long room, I´ll not tell which room, I remember a big blue rug, but I can´t say which rug, A girl took down a book of poems, not to say which book of poems And as she read I laid my head, and I can´t tell which head, Down in her lap, and I can mention which lap My seaman buddy and girl moved off after a couple of pages and there I was, All night long, laying and listening and forgetting the poems. And as well as I could recall, or my seaman could recollect, My girl had told us that she was a niece of Walt Whitman, but not which niece, And it takes a night and a girl and a book of this kind A long long time to find its way back “We Are Climbing Jacob's Ladder” (trad. Perf. Bernice Johnson Reagon) 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 higher and higher Brothers, sisters, all We are dancing Sarah's circle We are dancing Sarah's circle We are dancing Sarah's circle Sisters, brothers, all Every round a generation Every round a generation Every round a generation Sisters, brothers, all We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder Brothers, sisters, all “Abraham Lincoln” (Leadbelly) /TBA lyrics not available
"Fever _John Davenport and Eddie Cooley_"