OPEN MIC LYRICS

WAGON WHEEL
Bob Dylan & Ketch Secor

Heading down south to the land of the pines
I’m thumbing my way into North Caroline
Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I’m a-hopin’ for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma rock me

I’m running from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now
Oh, north country winters keep a-getting me down
Lost my money playing poker so I had to leave town
But I ain’t turning back to living that old life no more

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma rock me
Hey, rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma rock me

Walkin’ to the south out of Roanoke
Caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke
But he’s a heading west from the Cumberland gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby calling my name and I know that she’s the only one
And if I die in Raleigh at least I will die free

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma rock me
Oh, rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me

HERNANDO’S HIDEAWAY
Archie Bleyer

I know a dark secluded place
A place where no one knows your face
A glass of wine, a fast embrace
It’s called Hernando’s Hideaway, ole

All you’ll see are silhouettes
And all you’ll hear are castanets
And no one cares how late it gets
Not at Hernando’s Hideaway, ole

At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go
You will meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know
But if you’ll go to the spot that I am thinkin’ of
You will be free to gaze at me and talk of love

Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You’re in Hernando’s Hideaway, ole

Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You’re in Hernando’s Hideaway

76 TROMBONES
Meredith Willson

Seventy six trombones led the big parade,
With a hundred & ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows,
Of the finest virtuosos,
The cream of every famous band.

Seventy six trombones caught the morning sun,
With a hundred & ten cornets right behind.
There were over a thousand reeds,
Springing up like weeds,
There were horns of every shape & kind.

There were copper bottom timpani in horse platoons,
Thundering, thundering, all along the way.
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons,
Each bassoon having its big, fat say.

There were fifty mounted canon in the battery,
Thundering, thundering, louder than before.
Clarinets of every size,
And trumpets who’d improvise
A full octave higher than the score!

Seventy six trombones hit the counter point,
while a hundred and ten cornets played the air.
Then I modestly took my place as the one and only bass,
and I oompahed up and down the square.

You And I
Ingrid Michaelson

Don’t you worry there, my honey
We might not have any money
But we’ve got our love to pay the bills

Maybe I think you’re cute and funny
Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you, if you know what I mean

Oh, let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let’s get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I

Well, you might be a bit confused
And you might be a little bit bruised
But baby how we spoon like no one else
So I will help you read those books
If you will soothe my worried looks
And we will put the lonesome on the shelf

Oh, let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let’s get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I

Oh let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let’s get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I