Un flambeau, Jeanette, Isabelle

D - Em A / D - A D / - - - A / G D Em A / Bm A D A D / Bm A D A D

Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella

D - Em A / D - A D / - - - A / G D Em A / Bm A D A D / Bm A D A D

I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas

In Montréal with my brother. This one was a request, and a bonus. I play it in C.

I haven't backfilled all the videos between my last post and the present yet, but for anyone who links themself only to this blog, know that there are about 2 months of recent songs on YouTube that I haven't gotten around to posting yet. Honestly, I'd recommend you just go to my YouTube channel, since it's the same thing, but for those who love the blog format, I'll be filling in the ghost videos in the next couple of weeks.

Up On the Housetop (Christmas Bonus)

A Christmas song that you can't find in the Rise Up Singing songbook. It's a quickie. That's a friend of mine sleeping back there. He's got a really nice apartment. Lots of wood, and a very homey kitchen.

I Sat Down With the Duchess to Tea

Black Socks

With Amber and Austin fresh from Nepal (them, not me) singing rounds in Bangkok.

Canoe Round (My Paddle's Keen and Bright)

My paddle's keen and bright, flashing like silver
Swift as the wild goose flight, dip, dip and swing...

Rose, Rose (Round)

Amber and Austin and I do up another round for you. There was another houseguest over with them at my place, but only these two made it on camera.

Rose rose rose rose
Will I ever see thee wed
I will marry at thy will, sir
At thy will

Come Follow (Round)

Round number two with Amber and Austin. Round number one was "Ah, Poor Bird". Click back for it.

Ah, Poor Bird

A round with Amber and Austin.

Ah, poor bird
Take thy flight
Far above the sorrow
Of this sad night

Light One Candle (Hanukkah)

By Peter Yarrow

Viva la quince brigada

From the International Brigade in the Spanish Civil War

Chanukkah's Here (Hanukkah)

By Lisa Baydush
A Rise Up Singing project bonus
Happy Hanukkah, everyone. Here's Matisyahu's "Miracle": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dom_X7...

C Cmaj7 F G / / / C - G -

Chanukah's here, it's time to celebrate
Chanukah's here, it's time to celebrate
Chanukah's here, it's time to celebrate now

Chanukah's here, let's light the candles (right) (3x) now
Chanukah's here, let's spin the dreidel 'round (3x) now
Chanukah's here, let's eat the latkes (right) (3x) now
Chanukah's here, let's open presents (right) (3x) now
Chanukah's here, let's spend time with family (3x) now

You can learn more about Lisa Baydush and her music here: http://www.shirsynergy.com/Lisa%20Bay...

The Many and the Few (R.U.S. Hanukkah Bonus)

Also, for a not-to-be-missed Hanukkah music video, check out Matisyahu's new song, Miracle: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gv-7Wd...

Words and music by Woody Guthrie
Chords: D - - G / D - Bm - / D - - G / D G D -

My name is King Cyrus, my order I give

You Jews can go back to your home

To build your holy temple again

In the land of Palestine.

We've sung and danced o'er the hot rocky roads

Back to Eretz Yisroel's land

We worked with plow and rake and hoe

And we blessed the works of our hands

My name is Ezra the Teacher man

I brought my scroll book along

I brought my flock to Yisroel

From that land called Babylon

I'll read you my Talmud Torah book

And the prophet's dreams to you

And you'll be fertile and multiply

If you keep your Torah true

My name is Alexander the Great

More than half of this wide world is mine

Come stand around, my servants all

I'm wrapped on my bed here to die

As the King of Syria and Palestine

Antiochus the Fourth, you'll stand

To kill the Jews if they refuse
To worship our idols and gods

My name is Hannah, my first born son

Now stands before this king

Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws

By the soldiers I see him slain

It's one by one my seven sons

In front of my eyes cut down

For keeping to the Torah laws

I pay with my warm blood now

My name is Mattathias, I've got five sons

In Modin City we dwell

They tried to make me bow down to their gods

Two of the King's flunkeys I killed

A hundred or more who'll fight to be Jews

Did come to these hills with me

On my death bed your leader I'll name

'Tis Judah, the Macabee

My name is Judah, the Macabee

By the name of the hammer I'm called

We'll pray to God before every fight

Till all of our enemies fall

Appolonius, the Governor, this day I killed

And his army we did bust

Some few of his soldiers run away in the wind

But most we've dropped dead in the dust

Syron is my name, from Syria came

To destroy that fool Macabee

My army was great, his army was small

But he somehow did win over me

To deliver the many to the hands of his few

For God this is no trick at all

In a few short hours my army did break

And we flooded this valley with blood

My name is Lysias, I dreamed up a plan

To burn the Jews tents as they slept

When I got there, their tents were all bare

And the Macabee's army had left

He stormed my own camp as my soldiers did sleep

And he killed several thousand in fear

My elephants, my horsemen, my footsoldiers, all

Judah hammered them down from the rear

My name is Jerusalem where Judah came back

To build up my Temple once more

To cut down the weeds and thorny brush

That grows 'round my windows and doors

Whole stones, whole stones, we'll build and pray

To God as a wholehearted Jew

God's love the hateful many did place

In the hands of a God loving few

We found in our temple a little oil jug

Just enough for the lamps for one night

That one little jug burned Eight whole days

And it kept our new temple in light

Eight candles we'll burn and a Ninth one too

Every New Year that comes and goes

We'll think of the many in the hands of the few

And thank God we are seeds of the Jews

The Hug (Song)

New song for today from the Rise Up Singing songbook, and I'm even right now in the process of going and filling in the missing chords and lyrics from the last few I've posted. Enjoy. Maybe sing along.
Uh oh, I see that the audio gets unsynchronized a little into the video. Um, you're just going to have to deal, because I just deleted the original. Oops. But if for some reason you can't figure out the song without synced audio, let me know, and I'll redo it, no worries.

By Fred Small
Verses: C - / FG C / - - / D G / C Em / Dm C / - F / G C
Chorus: C - / F - / G - / - C ://

Dan Murrow is a mighty friendly man
He's big and round like a bear
He hugs his friends and his friends hug him
Anytime, anywhere
His patients would come for therapy
To drive their blues away
And sooner or later they'd feel a lot better
'Cause this is what he'd say

CHORUS:
I want a hug (I want a hug) when we say hello
I want a hug (I want a hug) when it's time to go
I want a hug (...) 'cause I want you to know
I'm awfully fond of you
I want a hug (...) what a wonderful feeling
I want a hug (...) to feel you squeezing
I want a hug (...) it certainly feels
Like the natural thing to do

ALT CHORUS:
I want a hug (I want a hug) when we say hello
I want a hug (I want a hug) when it's time to go
I want a hug (...) 'cause everyone knows
That hugging is good for you
I want a hug (...) what a wonderful feeling
I want a hug (...) it's part of the healing
I want a hug (...) 'cause hugging feels
Like the natural thing to do

But when the head of the hospital heard about it
He got all annoyed
'Cause hugging is sexual sublimation
According to Doctor Freud
You can beat 'em down, you can hide 'em away
You can keep 'em quiet with drugs
You can strap 'em and zap 'em with electroshock
But you'd better not give 'em a hug

So the boss says, "Dan, clean out your desk
Your conduct is lax and lewd
Any deviation from the standard medical
Practice can get us sued"
But Dan don't feel too bad for himself
He's really kind of proud
But he's sorry for the people who are locked away
Where hugging ain't allowed

Turning Toward the Morning

Song begins at 0:34
By Gordon Bok
Rise Up Singing chapter: Hope, p.119
Verses: C - F - / C - F G - / C - F - / C G F G
Chorus: G - C - / C - F G - / C - F - / C G F G
As you can see, they're the same but for the first line. The Am I throw into the chorus just for fun makes the pattern look like this:
Chorus: G - C - / C Am F G - / C - F - / C G F G

When the deer is bedded down and the bear is gone to ground
And the northern goose has wandered off to warmer bay and sound
It's so easy in the cold to feel the darkness of the year
And the heart is growing lonely for the morning

CHORUS:
Oh my Joanie don't you know that the stars are swinging slow
And the seas are rolling easy as they did so long ago?
If I had a thing to give you I would tell you one more time
That the world is always turning toward the morning

Now October's growing thin and November's coming home
You'll be thinking of the season and the sad things that you've seen
And you hear that old wind walking, hear him singing high and thin
You could swear he's out there singing of your sorrows

When the darkness falls around you and the North Wind comes to blow
And you hear him call your name out as he walks the brittle snow
That old wind don't mean you trouble, he don't care or even know
He's just walking down the darkness toward the morning

It's a pity we don't know what the little flowers know
They can't face the cold November, they can't take the wind and snow
They put their glories all behind them, bow their heads and let it go
But you know they'll be there shining in the morning

Now my Joanie don't you know, that the days are rolling slow
And the winter's walking easy as he did so long ago?
And if the wind should come and ask you, "Why's my Joanie weeping so?"
Won't you tell him that you're weeping for the morning?

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Also, my face is a little stretched fatwise because I also haven't quite got the hang of video reformatting. Love to you guys. Have a good day.

Pamela Brown performed at the Blue Lake (Bonus)

(Song begins at 0:46)

Bound for South Australia: on location (Rise Up Singing)

On the Road Again (Bonus)

Filmed on the traditional land of the Wathaurong people, on the Great Ocean Road, in southern Victoria, Australia.

Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms Take 2!

Take 2. Also filmed just off the Great Ocean Road in Victoria, Australia, but a little further down the line, next to the Wye River where it meets the big old southern ocean.

Authorship: Traditional American
Rise Up Singing chapter: Mountain Voices, p.149
Chords: G - / - D7 / G C / D7 G

Ain't going to work on the railroad
Ain't going to work on the farm
I'll just lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Chorus:
-Roll in my sweet baby's arms
-Roll in my sweet baby's arms
-Lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
-Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Where was you last Friday night
While I was locked in jail?
Walking the streets with another man
Wouldn't even go my bail

Some other verses I didn't sing (there are lots):

Can't see what's the matter with my own true love
She done quit writing to me
She must think I don't love her like I used to
Ain't that a foolish idea?

Sometimes there's a change in the ocean
Sometimes there's a change in the sea
Sometimes there's a change in my own true love
But there's never no change in me

Mama's a ginger cake baker
Sister can weave and can spin
Dad's got an interest in that old cotton mill
Just watch that old money roll in

They tell me that your parents do not like me
They have drove me away from your door
If I had all my time to do over
I would never go there any more

Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms

Take 1. There's a take 2 coming up tomorrow. Different location, a story about my Grandpa, the whole shebang. You'll probably prefer it, but I thought this one was a little charming in its scatteredness.

Authorship: Traditional American
Rise Up Singing chapter: Mountain Voices, p.149
Chords: G - / - D7 / G C / D7 G

Ain't going to work on the railroad
Ain't going to work on the farm
I'll just lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Chorus:
-Roll in my sweet baby's arms
-Roll in my sweet baby's arms
-Lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
-Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Where was you last Friday night
While I was locked in jail?
Walking the streets with another man
Wouldn't even go my bail

Some other verses I didn't sing (there are lots):

Can't see what's the matter with my own true love
She done quit writing to me
She must think I don't love her like I used to
Ain't that a foolish idea?

Sometimes there's a change in the ocean
Sometimes there's a change in the sea
Sometimes there's a change in my own true love
But there's never no change in me

Mama's a ginger cake baker
Sister can weave and can spin
Dad's got an interest in that old cotton mill
Just watch that old money roll in

They tell me that your parents do not like me
They have drove me away from your door
If I had all my time to do over
I would never go there any more

There's a Tavern in the Town: Trio

Rise Up Singing chapter: Golden Oldies
Recorded with Bob Hornett (piano accordion) and Hector Awol (harmonica) in Bendigo, VIC, Australia.

-Matthew

I'm Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover: Trio

Rise Up Singing chapter: Golden Oldies
Recorded with Bob Hornett (piano accordion) and Hector Awol (button accordion) in Bendigo, VIC, Australia.

-Matthew

Take Me Home, Country Roads: Trio

With accordion harmonica and guitar, by Hector, Bob and Matthew (me) respectively. We recorded this down in Bendigo, Central Victoria, Australia. Country roads around there have kangaroos on them. It's a weird place ;)

Polly Wolly Doodle (Bonus)

Traditional American
This ukulele arrangement from the Ukulele songbook "Uke'n Play Ukulele"

Plaisir d'amour

Rise Up Singing chapter: Love
There's another part to sing to this. Nana Mouskouri sings it pretty sweetly. My dad really liked Nana Mouskouri. I never really got into her. Anyway, Hector and I didn't know it, and though I've listened to Nana Mouskouri do it, I couldn't internalize it well enough for the track here. So you get the... verses, let's call them. And no bridge, if you will.

Recorded, of course, with Hector Awol and Bob Hornett down in Bendigo, Australia.

The Happy Wanderer

A.K.A. Vaderi, Valdera
Rise Up Singing chapter: Outdoors
Recorded, with Hector Awol and Bob Hornett down in Bendigo, Australia. Their channel (these trios all appear there too, along with about close to a thousand of their duets) is http://www.youtube.com/user/bertosvids

Give Me That Old Time Religion (Part 1)

Back Home Again: Trio

Home on the Range: Trio

The Cowboy National Anthem
Rise Up Singing chapter: Farm and Prairie

Michael Turner's Waltz (Bonus)

This is so far the only song I've had the gall to put up here as a bonus to the Rise Up Singing project that has NO LYRICS. None that I know, anyway. So, while my Billy Bragg and Violent Femmes covers definitely didn't have quite the right tone for Rise Up Singing, this one is pretty categorically inappropriate for a much simpler reason. And yet: here you go!

It's a waltz either for, by, about, or somehow otherwise related to a guy named Michael Turner. Matthew Vaughan (that's me) on guitar and Hector Awol (channel: hectorawol) on the button accordion. Filmed in Bendigo, Victoria, Australia.

The Road to the Isles: Trio

In a trio with the dudes from Bertosvids: Bob Hornett on piano accordion and Hctor Awol on button accordion.

Blister in the Sun (Violent Femmes Cover)

A cover of this Violent Femmes song on little guitar and full-sized melodeon/button accordion.

Shortning Bread: trio

The Ash Grove

In the Garden

Rise Up Singing chapter: Gospel
Recorded in Bendigo, Australia, with Hector Awol and Bob Hornett.

Royal Telephone

Rise Up Singing chapter: Gospel

Life is Like a Mountain Railroad

Railroad.

I've Got that Joy, Joy, Joy

Rise Up Singing chapter: Gospel (probably)
Ukulele party recorded in Bendigo, Victoria, Australia, with Hector of Bertosvids and Hectorawol. Check him out.

Long Way to Tipperary/Wrong Way to Tickle Mary

Long Way to Tipperary/Wrong Way to Tickle Mary

Amelia Earhart's Last Flight (Trio)

From the Rise Up Singing chapter Women. I'm still in Australia with Bob and Hector, learning all sorts of crazy slang like boofhead and sticky beak. Also, I saw two kangaroos. Don't be jealous.

Keep the Home Fires Burning

A New one from Rise Up Singing taught to me by Bob and Hector, who were also nice enough to play it along with me.

I'm My Own Grandpa

With Hector and Bob down in Bendigo, Victoria

It's a Long Way to Tipperary from Melbourne

Sightseeing in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. And also singing an unrelated old marching song about Ireland and how great it is.

Mister Sun in Melbourne

Playing "Mr. Sun" by the Yarra River in Melbourne, near Prince's Bridge.

Goodbye Melbourne Town 2nd version

Another take of "Goodbye Melbourne Town". I don't think it's really accurate to call it a whole different version. Same version, another take.

Bonus: Goodbye Melbourne Town

All right Melbourne!

Best Rise Up Singing Collaboration Ever

Australia's Bob Hornett and Hector Awol discussing our virtual musical collaboration. And then something awesome happens.

Bonus: New York City

Not written by They Might Be Giants, although that's where I learned it (off of their album Factory Showroom). Who wrote it again, people? A female punk group, was it?

You called me last night, on the telephone
And I was glad to hear from you because I was all alone
You said it's snowing, it's snowing, God I hate this weather
Now I walk through blizzards just to get us back together

Cause everyone's your friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me

Bonus: They'll Need a Crane

By They Might Be Giants (TMBG for those with short attention spans)

Bonus: Chelsea Hotel

By Leonard Cohen
A bonus to my Rise Up Singing (songbook) project
I learned this song years ago in E, but here, I do it in G

G D C G / - D Em - / G D C G / C - D - / Em - C - / G D Em - / C - G - / C - D - etc. etc. Gimme a minute I'm in an airport here...

Bonus: Lovers in a Dangerous Time

(Song begins at 2:30)
By Bruce Cockburn, although the favourite version in my heart is the Barenaked Ladies'.

The chords are just: G Am F - :////

Don't the hours grow shorter as the days go by
You never get to stop and open your eyes
One day you're waiting for the sky to fall
And next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all

Lovers in a dangerous time / Lovers in a dangerous time

These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This vibrant skin, this hair like lace (This skin like silk, this hair like lace?)
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste

Lovers in a dangerous time / Lovers in a dangerous time

When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Sometimes you're made to feel as if your love's a crime
But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
You gotta kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight

Lovers in a dangerous time / Lovers in a dangerous time

Bonus: I Couldn't Believe it was True

By Willy Nelson
from his album "Red-Headed Stranger"

Chords
A - D A / - - - E ://

Well, last night I came home and I *knocked on my door*
And I called to my love as I oft had before
**I knocked and I knocked but no answer there came**
No kisses to greet me, no voice called my name

Chorus:
And I couldn't believe it was true, oh Lord
I couldn't believe it was true
***I cried a million tears***, I must've aged ten years
And I couldn't believe it was true

Well, the shock was so great I am quivering yet
And I'll try to forgive but I cannot forget
****My heartache and loss**** is another man's gain
Her happiness always I hope will remain

*unlocked the door
**I called and I called but no answer there came
***My eyes filled with tears
****My heartbreak and loss / My heartbeaking loss

Farther Along

Rise Up Singing chapter: Gospel
I know I recommended Johnny Cash's version, but I ALWAYS recommend Johnny Cash's versions of stuff. So here's another awesome one. Maybe a better one. See for yourself. It's Glen Campbell: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCj3y0...

Millworker

By James Taylor

Now my grandfather was a sailor
He blew in off the water
My father was a farmer
And I, his only daughter
Took up with a no good millworking man
From Massachusetts
Who dies from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed

Millwork ain't easy
Millwork ain't hard
Millwork it ain't nothing
But an awful boring job
I'm waiting on a daydream
To take me through the morning
And put me in my coffee break
Where I can have a sandwich
And remember

Then it's me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
and the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life

Now my mind begins to wander
To the days back on the farm
I can see my father smiling at me
Swinging on his arm
I can hear my granddad's stories
Of the storms out on Lake Erie
Where vessels and cargos and fortunes
And sailors' lives were lost

But it's my life has been wasted
And I have been the fool
To let this manufacturer
Use my body for a tool
(I'll) ride home every evening
Staring at my hands
Swearing to my sorrow that a young girl
Ought to stand a better chance

So may I work your mill just as long as I am able
And never meet the man whose name is on the label

Bonus: The Glove and the Lions

The words are a poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt
The music is by me, wouldn't you know.
Here's the great "Courtly Love", by Kate Beaton. Her strip is titled "Hark, a Vagrant".

King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport,
And one day as his lions fought, sat looking on the court;
The nobles filled the benches, and the ladies in their pride,
And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for whom he sighed:
And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show,
Valour and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below.

Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws;
They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws;
With wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled on one another;
Till all the pit with sand and mane was in a thunderous smother;
The bloody foam above the bars came whisking through the air;
Said Francis then, "Faith, gentlemen, we're better here than there."

De Lorge's love o'erheard the King, a beauteous lively dame
With smiling lips and sharp bright eyes, which always seemed the same;
She thought, the Count my lover is brave as brave can be;
He surely would do wondrous things to show his love of me;
King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion is divine;
I'll drop my glove, to prove his love; great glory will be mine.

She dropped her glove, to prove his love, then looked at him and smiled;
He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild:
The leap was quick, return was quick, he has regained his place,
Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face.
"By God!" said Francis, "rightly done!" and he rose from where he sat:
"No love," quoth he, "but vanity, sets love a task like that."

Road to the Isles

Yeah! Songs!

Government by Horseback

By Si Kahn

One Grain of Sand

By the inimitable and irreplaceable Pete Seeger. Long may he live.

Bonus: The Great Leap Forwards

By Billy Bragg. I like most of his songs a lot, but this one may just be a favourite.

Bonus: Used to Bad News (Boston)

(Song begins at 0:37)
A Rise Up Singing project Bonus

Bonus: When the Day Is Done

Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore

By John Prine
Rise Up Singing chapter: America, p.6

Chords:
D - G - / A - - D / - - - G / A - - D
While digesting Reader's Digest in the back of a dirty book store...

G - D - / A - D - / G - D - / A - - D
But your flag decal won't get you into heaven anymore
They're already overcrowded from your dirty little war
And Jesus don't like killing, no matter what the reason for
And your flag decal won't get you into heaven anymore

There is a Tavern in the Town

Rise Up Singing chapter: Good Times

Verses: C - - - / - - G G7 / C C7 F - / G7 - C -
Chorus: G7 - C - / G7 - CF C / + verse chords once through

There is a tavern in the town, in the town
And there my true love sits him down, sits him down
And drinks his wine 'mid laughter free
And never, never thinks of me

Chorus:
Fare thee well for I must leave thee, do not let this parting grieve thee
For remember that the best of friends must part, must part...

Move On Over (Mining Version)

For Sircoughsalot, who wrote this. www.youtube.com/user/sircoughsalot

Home Again (Carole King)

By Carole King
Rise Up Singing chapter: Traveling

C Cmaj7 - FC / FAm DmF C CG ://
Am - C - / F C Dm DmG / C Cmaj7 - FC / FAm DmF C CG

Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever going to make it home again
It's so far and out of sight
I really need someone to talk to and nobody else
Knows how to comfort me tonight
Snow is cold, rain is wet
Chills my soul right to the marrow
I won't be happy till I see you alone again
Till I'm home again and feeling right

Bonus: Who Put the Bomp?

Barry Mann

Bonus: I Wish I Were Blind

Precious Lord, Take my Hand Strumming Pattern

Pack Up Your Troubles

Words by George Asaf and music by Felix Powell
Rise Up Singing chapter: Golden Oldies, p.81

G - / C G / G - / A D / G D / CG D / G GC / GD G

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile
While you've a lucifer to light your fag
Smile, boys, that's the style!
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worthwhile — so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile

Forty Hour Week

Music and lyrics: Dave Loggins, Don Schlitz and Lisa Silver
In short, Loggins is famous for his song "Please Come to Boston", Don Schlitz for writing "The Gambler", and Silver (whose first name R.U.S. has as "Lea" for some reason) for writing this and "One Promise Too Late" for Reba McEntire.

Rise Up Singing chapter: Work, p.255
Chords & lyrics:

G - D G / C G D - / G - D G / C D G -
There are people in this country who work hard everyday
Not for fame or fortune do they strive
But the fruits of their labour are worth more than their pay
And it's time a few of them were recognized

CG G C G / C G - D G - ://
Hello Detroit auto worker, let me thank you for your time
You work a 40-hour week for a livin' just to send it on down the line
Hello Pittsburgh steel mill worker, let me thank you for your time
You work a 40-hour week for a livin' just to send it on down the line

D - C G / / Em - Bm C / D - - -
This is for the one who swings the hammer, driving home the nail
Or the one behind the counter, ringing up the sale
Or the one who fights the fires, the one who brings the mail
For everyone who works behind the scenes

G - D G / C G D - / G - D G / C D G -
You can see them every morning in the factories and the fields
In the city streets and the quiet country towns
Working together like the spokes inside a wheel
They keep this country turning around

CG G C G / C G - D G - ://
Hello Kansas wheatfield farmer, let me thank you for your time
You work a 40-hour week for a living just to send it on down the line
Hello West Virginia coal miner, let me thank you for your time
You work a 40-hour week for a living just to send it on down the line

D - C G / / Em - Bm C / D - - -
This is for the one who drives the big rig up and down the road
Or the one out in the warehouse bringing in the load
Or the waitress, the mechanic, the policeman on patrol
For everyone who works behind the scenes

D - - - / G - Am D G -
With a spirit you can't replace with no machine
Hello America, let me thank you for your time!

Down By the Riverside in Laos

A.K.A. Study War No More
I recorded this behind the market that's behind the bus station, which is across from the day market (dalat xao) in downtown Vientiane.

Authorship: Traditional Black American spiritual
Rise Up Singing chapter: Peace, p.163
E - - - / B7 - E - ://: A - / E - / B7 - E - ://

I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield down by the riverside
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside
I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield down by the riverside
And study war no more

I ain't gonna study war no more (6x) (I sing it only 3x)

I'm gonna talk with the Prince of Peace down by the riverside...

I'm gonna shake hands around the world down by the riverside...

I've Just Seen a Face (Bonus)

Representing family camp. I miss Maine.
This is one of my favourite songs, and has been since high school, when I was a lot more apt to feel this way. But what's really amazing about it are the rhythm and internal rhymes in the verses. They please my ears so much, and even more singing them than hearing them sung.
So yes, clearly the way to my heart is through internal rhymes.

Words and music by the Beatles (John Lennon? Paul McCartney? I can't remember.)
Not in Rise Up Singing (Oh well. Write it in a margin if you think it's singalongable enough.)
Chords:
G - - - / Em - - - / C - D G - / D - C - / G D G -

I've just seen a face, I can't forget the time or place where we just
Met; she's just the girl for me and I want all the world to see we've
Met — Lai lai lai la la lai
Falling, yes I am falling, and she keeps
Calling me back again

Had it been another day I might have looked the other way and
I'd have never been aware but as it is I'll dream of her
Tonight — Lai lai lai la la lai
Falling, yes I am falling, and she keeps
Calling me back again

I have never known the likes of this, I've been alone and I have
Missed things and kept out of sight for other girls were never quite like
This — Lai lai lai la la lai
Falling, yes I am falling, and she keeps
Calling me back again

The Willing Conscript

By Tom Paxton
I'm doing this song on this particular day because it was suggested that I do a song from the chapter on Peace for the International Day of Peace (World Peace Day).
Rise Up Singing chapter: Peace, p.165
Here's threelegsoman's version: http://youtu.be/zlHoF4F6PPI

Chords:
C CF CG C / / F C FC G / C CF CG C

Oh Sergeant, I'm a draftee and I've just arrived in camp
And I've come to wear the uniform and join the martial tramp
And I want to do my duty, but one thing I do implore
You must give me lessons, Sgt, for I've never killed before

To do my job obediently is my only desire
To learn my weapon thoroughly and how to aim and fire
To learn to kill the enemy and then to slaughter more
I'll need instruction, Sgt, for I've never killed before

Oh, there are rumors in the camp about our enemy
They say that when you see him he looks just like you and me
But you deny it, Sergeant, and you are a man of war
So you must give me lessons for I've never killed before

Now there are several lessons that I haven't mastered yet
I haven't got the hang of how to use the bayonet
If he doesn't die at once, am I to stick him with it more?
Oh, I hope you will be patient, for I've never killed before

The hand grenade is something that I just don't understand
You've got to throw it quickly or you're apt to lose a hand
Does it blow a man to pieces with its wicked, muffled roar?
Oh, I've got so much to learn because I've never killed before

Oh, I want to thank you, Sergeant, for the help you've been to me
For you've taught me how to slaughter and to hate the enemy
And I know that I'll be ready when they march me off to war
And I know that it won't matter that I've never killed before

I've Got to Know

By Woody Guthrie, tune cribbed from "Farther Along" (traditional)
Rise Up Singing chapter: Peace

I show 4/4 at the beginning of the video. I can't quite get R.U.S.' chords to work in 3/4, so I'll tweak the pattern a bit for you here:
D - G D - - / - - E A - - / D - G D - - / - - A D - -

Chimes of Freedom (Bonus)

On the bank of the Mekong River. I met a Hmong woman tonight.She was cool. I'm going to go to her place of work tomorrow and see if she'll teach me some Hmong.

Vraiment Beau (Bonus)

Les Trois accords!

A New England (Bonus)

The Only Living Boy in New York (R.U.S. Bonus)

Recorded in Suvarnabhumi airport, Bangkok. That's a really badly Romanized word. Suwanapum is more like it. Or Soowanapoom, if you prefer the double o for the "who" o-sound.
Now I'm in Vientiane and they have different but perhaps even worse romanization, I don't know who decided to put all these x's in the words (perhaps the French?) but s's would have done just fine. It's an 's' sound, guys. What's an x supposed to sound like anyway?

I Wanna Be a Dog

(Song begins at 1:20)
I'm going to Lao PDR
Barry Louis Polisar (adapted by Peter Alsop)
Chords:
A - - - / D - - - / E - - - / - - A -

The Marines Have Landed on the Shores of Santo Domingo

By Phil Ochs
Not in the Rise Up Singing songbook (it's a bonus)
Em - - - D Dsus D - / C D C D Em - - - ://

Bread and Roses

Junk Food Junkie

By Larry Groce
Rise Up Singing chapter: Funny Songs, p.73
C - F C / - A D G / C - F C / C A DG C
Am - Dm Am / - - E - / Am - Dm Am / C A DG C

Chorus: F C G C / - Am E Am

Well you know I love that organic cooking, I always ask for more
And they call me Mr. Natural on down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt, white sugar don't touch my lips
And my friends is always begging me to take them on macrobiotic trips
But at night I take out my strongbox that I keep under lock and key
And I take it off to my closet where nobody else can see
I open that lid so slowly, take a look up north and south
Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie and I pop it in my mouth!

Oh, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural, just as healthy as I can be
But at night I'm a junk food junkie, good Lord have pity on me
Well at lunchtime you can always find me at the whole earth vitamin bar
Just sucking on my plain white yoghurt from a hand-thrown pottery jar
And sipping little hand-pressed cider with a carrot stick for dessert
And wiping my face—in a natural way—on the sleeve of my peasant shirt
But when that clock strikes midnight and I'm all by myself
I work that combination on my secret hide-away shelf
I pull out some Fritos corn chips, Dr. Pepper and an old moon pie
And I sit back in glorious expectation of a genuine junk food high

My friends down at the commune they think I'm pretty neat
I don't know nothing 'bout arts and crafts* but I give them all something to eat
I'm a friend to old Euell Gibbons and I only eat homegrown spice
I've got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn filled up with my brown rice
Oh, but lately I've been spotted** with a Big Mac on my breath
Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders with a face as white as death
I'm afraid some day they'll find me just stretched out on my bed
With a handful of Pringle's potato chips and a Ding Dong by my head!

*or as my brother used to call it at camp: arts and farts
**scented

Hello In There

(Song begins at 1:09)
By John Prine
Rise Up Singing chapter: Time and Changes, p.224

Verses: C Dm G - / / Em - F - / C - G - ://
Chorus: Bb - C - / / Em - F - / C - G - C -

We had an apartment in the city
Me and Loretta liked living there
It'd been years since the kids had grown
A life of their own, left us alone
John and Linda live in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davy in the Korean war
And I still don't know what for; don't matter anymore

Chorus:
You know that old trees just grow stronger (until they rot)
And old rivers grow wilder every day (even the Saco?)
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello"

Me and Loretta we don't talk much more
She sits and stares through the back door screen
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy
We worked together at the factory
But what could I say when he asks what's new?
"Nothing, what's with you?" "Nothing much to do"

So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow, ancient eyes
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care; say "Hello in there, hello"

(chords for this last line as in the last line of the chorus: C - G - C -)