(By Townes Van Zandt) The name she gave was Caroline Daughter of a miner And her ways were free It seemed to me The sunshine walked beside her She
(By Vince Bell) Well, I've listened to the words you lover's speak The sounds of the lover's song And I've dreamed all the dreams that a wayward girl
(By Kate Wolf) I've been walkin' in my sleep Countin' troubles 'stead of countin' sheep Where the years went I can't say I just turned around and they
(By John Prine) You come home late And you come home early You come on big When you're feelin' small You come home straight And you come home curly
(By Woody Guthrie) Well, thousands of folks back east they say Are leavin' home most everyday They're beatin' the hot ole dusty way To the California
(By Bob Dylan) Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love I'm sailin' away in the mornin' Is there somethin I can send you From across the sea From the place
(By Buddy Mondlock) Flipped into the wind Like the ashes of her cigarette He got scattered thrown on the breeze As he tried to forget He lost all his
(By Ralph McTell) Four who shared this room and We were caught up in the crack Sleeping late on Sundays And we never got to Mass [Chorus:] It's a long
[Chorus] And I had me a buddy back home But he started out to roam And I hear he's out by Frisco Bay And, sometimes, when I've had a few His old voice
(By Michael Burton) While I was out a-ridin' The graveyard shift midnight till dawn The moon was as bright as a reading light For a letter from an old
(G.P. Cook & Ralph Roland, Arrangement By Nanci Griffith) Are you tired of me my darling? Did you mean those words you said? That made me yours forever
(By Gordon Lightfoot) He was standing by the highway With a sign that just said Mother When he heard a driver coming About a half a mile away So he
(Traditional South African, Adapted And Arranged By Paul Campbell) [No real lyrics]
(By Malvina Reynolds, Harry Belafonte & Allen Greene) Where are you goin' my little one, little one? Where are you goin' my baby my own? Turn around
that five room flat Now it was empty and this the last time There were blinking pictures Of how we'd sit and chat Some of them are scattered Others shattered
Makes me strong As two weeks came and went then you and I were gone Living on For it seems our love was destined To be caught in other nets But the love
(By Janis Ian & Jon Vezner) This old town should've burned down in 1929 That's when we stood in line Waiting for our soup Swallowing our pride This