Blackbird Blues Traditional - as sung by T R Munday If I was a blackbird, I'd pack my troubles on my back. If I was a blackbird, I'd pack my troubles on my back. I would leave this world tomorrow, and I never would look back. Blues flew on the mountain, but they didn't stay too long. Blues flew on the mountain, but they didn't stay too long. You can tell by the song I'm singing, I didn't treat them wrong. My baby left me, and she didn't say goodbye. My baby left me, and she didn't say goodbye. I asked the nesting blackbird, to tell me the reason why. Lord, send me someone, don't want nobody but me. Lord, send me someone, don't want nobody but me. Because these blackbird blues, Lord they sure burn me. If I was an old crow, I'd know just what to do. If I was an old crow, I'd know just what to do. You know, an old crow, is smarter than me and you. My true love is a beauty in every degree. My true love is a beauty in every degree. And my heart is breakin', because she don't love me. I tell you my sorrow, my grief and my woe. I tell you my sorrow, my grief and my woe. If I could find her, I'd never let her go. If I was a blackbird, I'd pack my troubles on my back. If I was a blackbird, I'd pack my troubles on my back. I would leave this world tomorrow, and I never would look back.

Illinois Central Goin' Up To Chicago copyright T R Munday That railroad train is goin' up to Chicago Illinois Central goin' to Chicago town That railroad train is goin' up to Chicago Me and that train we're both Chicago bound You can get on board that train right here in Jackson It's headed north from here in Mississippi You can get on board that train right here in Jackson Pass right on through Memphis, Tennessee My sister Lulu lives up in Chicago Her husband he's a steady workin' man My sister Lulu lives up in Chicago She says come on up there if I can You've got to have a ticket to ride aboard that train Ticket cost me six twenty three You've got to have a ticket to ride aboard that train And I've got my ticket right here with me I'm goin' to work at the Pullman factory Sister says they've got a job for me I'm goin' to work at the Pullman factory Might even pay thirty five dollars a week I said goodbye to mama early yesterday I stopped by the buryin' ground and stood at papa's grave I said goodbye to mama early yesterday Told her I don't know when I'll get back this way I'm gonna ride that Panama Limited all the way up north When that train stops movin' well then that's where I get off I'm gonna ride that Panama Limited all the way up north When that train stops movin' well them that's when I get off That railroad train is goin' up to Chicago Illinois Central goin' to Chicago town That railroad train is goin' up to Chicago Me and that train we're both Chicago bound Yes, me and that train we're both Chicago bound

(I'm Goin') Down By The River copyright T R Munday 2017 I'm goin' down by the river Down by the river, don't you know Down by the river, that's where I'm goin' to go If you see my baby Tell her that I'm gone Say I took the southbound train And I'm rollin' right along I'm goin' down by the river Down by the river, don't you know Down by the river, that's where I'm goin' to go If you see my boss man Tell him I'm OK But I ain't workin' anymore For such little pay I'm goin' down by the river Down by the river, don't you know Down by the river, that's where I'm goin' to go If you want my winter coat Man it's yours for free I'm travellin' light as I'm leavin' town And I don't need that with me Down by the river Down by the river, don't you know Down by the river, that's where I'm goin' to go Leavin' from Chicago Jump that outbound train You can bet I ain't comin' back To this place again I'm goin' down by the river Down by the river, don't you know Down by the river, that's where I'm goin' to go That's where I'm goin' to go

New Orleans Is Calling Me copyright T R Munday New Orleans was calling me The pull to go was strong New Orleans was calling me Although it felt so wrong I met a hoo-doo woman there As soon as I arrived I met a hoo-doo woman there A witch with golden eyes She said I was the seventh Of the seven sons She said I was the seventh And that my time had come She said she could see the future And that she knew my past She said she could see the future In a looking glass Her hair was black as ravens' wings Her shawl was the same way Her hair was black as ravens' wings With just one streak of grey Her hands were thin and boney Her nose was like a beak Her hands were thin and boney As she caressed my cheek She promised luck and fortune And also wealth and fame She promised luck and furtune If I praised her master's name The Devil was her master He'd bargain for my soul The Devil was her master That's what I was told I listened on in horror To what she had to say I listened on in horror Till I tore myself away New Orleans' still calling me The pull to go is strong New Orleans's still calling me Although I know it's wrong

Shoo Fly copyright T R Munday Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly shoo Come around me and I'll swat at you Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly Shoo fly ain't got nobody Don't you bother sister Sue Sister Sue she don't like you Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly shoo Come around me and I'll swat at you Fly out the window and you'll be gone Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly Shoo fly ain't got nobody Fly around the butcher 'cause the butcher is bloody Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly Shoo fly ain't got nobody Fly down the river and the river is muddy Shoo fly ain't got nobody, shoo fly

CASEY JONES TRADITIONAL – AS SUNG BY T. R. MUNDAY COME ALL YOU PEOPLE IF YOU WANT TO HEAR THE STORY OF A BRAVE ENGINEER CASEY JONES WAS THE ENGINEER’S NAME ON A SIX EIGHT WHEELER BOYS HE WON HIS FAME CASEY JONES, WORKIN’ FOR THE RAILROAD CASEY JONES, THROTTLE IN HIS HAND CASEY JONES, WORKIN’ FOR THE RAILROAD GONNA DRIVE THAT LOCOMOTIVE TO THE PROMISED LAND CASEY JONES, HAD A SPECIAL WHISTLE CASEY JONES, ROLLIN’ DOWN THE LINE CASEY JONES, BLOW THAT SPECIAL WHISTLE FOLKS SAY THERE GOES CASEY AND HE’S MAKIN’ TIME THE CALLER CALLED CASEY AT HALF PAST FOUR KISSED HIS WIFE AT THE KITCHEN DOOR WHEN SHE KISSED CASEY, SHE DIDN’T KNOW SHE’D NEVER SEE HER MAN NO MORE CASEY JONES BLOWIN’ ON THE WHISTLE CASEY JONES, ROLLIN’ DOWN THE LINE CASEY JONES BLOWIN ON THE WHISTLE NEVER SUSPECTIN’ HE WAS ON HIS WAY TO DYIN’ SOUTH MEMPHIS YARD OF THE I-C LINE CASEY COME IN FROM HIS REGULAR RUN SOUTH MEMPHIS YARD OF THE I-C LINE DISPATCH SAYS CASEY YOU AIN’T DONE CASEY JONES CLIMBED UP IN THE CABIN ENGINE NUMBER SIX THIRTY EIGHT CASEY JONES CLIMBED UP IN THE CABIN SOUTHBOUND MAIL AND IT’S EIGHT HOURS LATE RAINEY NIGHT ON THE RAILROAD LINE GOT UP STEAM AND HE BEGAN TO ROLL RAINEY NIGHT ON THE RAILROAD LINE CONDUCTOR SAID WELL BLESS MY SOUL OUT ON THE MAIN LINE MAKIN’ UP TIME EVERYBODY KNEW BY THE ENGINE’S MOAN OUT ON THE MAIN LINE MAKIN’ UP TIME THAT THE MAN ON THE THROTTLE WAS CASEY JONES CASEY JONES BLOWIN’ ON THE WHISTLE CASEY JONES ROLLIN’ DOWN THE LINE CASEY JONES BLOWIN ON THE WHISTLE NEVER SUSPECTIN’ HE WAS ON HIS WAY TO DYIN’ CASEY JONES LEANIN’ OUT THE WINDOW NORTH MISSISSIPPI IN THE DRIVIN’ RAIN CASEY JONES LEANIN’ OUT THE WINDOW HEADED TOWARD A CRASH WITH A STOPPED FREIGHT TRAIN ONE HAND ON THE WHISTLE AND THE OTHER ON THE BRAKE TOLD HIS FIREMAN GONNA HIT THAT TRAIN ONE HAND ON THE WHISTLE AND THE OTHER ON THE BRAKE SAID JUMP NOW SAM, OR START TO PRAYIN’ CASEY JONES WORKIN’ FOR THE RAILROAD CASEY JONES SAW HIS FATE AT HAND CASEY JONES WORKIN’ FOR THE RAILROAD AND HE DROVE THAT LOCOMOTIVE TO THE PROMISED LAND HE’S A GOOD ENGINEER TO BE LAYIN’ DEAD HIS PASSENGERS LIVED ‘CAUSE HE HELD THAT BRAKE HE’S A GOOD ENGINEER TO BE LAYIN’ DEAD ‘TIL HE CRASHED INTO THE BACK END OF THAT OLD STOPPED FREIGHT

Nobody Knows Me copyright T R Munday Nobody knows me Ain't got no home Nobody knows me I'm all alone Nobody sees me Just like I'm not there Nobody sees me Nobody cares I was a brother I was a son I was a brother Those days are done I ain't got nothin' Forget my name I ain't got nothin' Ain't that a shame? I walk the highways I walk the street I walk the highway Just shufflin' feet I'm sometimes hungry I'm always cold I'm sometimes hungry I'm gettin' old I ain't got nothin' But the clothes upon my back I ain't got nothin' 'Cept what's in my pack Go down to Florida Pick some fruit crop there Go down to Florida I don't really care People without faces People without names People without faces We all look the same No one to help me I believe that I will cry No one to help me I'm just gonna lay down and die

Old King Cotton Need A Little Bit Of Rain copyright T R Munday Old king cotton need a little bit of rain If you want him to grow Old King cotton need a little bit of rain That's somethin' that I know It was dry last winter December was no rain It was dry last winter January was the same Old king cotton need a little bit of rain If you want him to grow Old King cotton need a little bit of rain That's somethin' that I know It looked like rain last Thursday Friday it was dry It looked like rain last Thursday But it just passed us by Old king cotton need a little bit of rain If you want him to grow Old King cotton need a little bit of rain That's somethin' that I know Four hundred pounds of cotton seed Sittin' in the ground Four hundred pounds of cotton seed Rain's not comin' round Old king cotton need a little bit of rain If you want him to grow Old King cotton need a little bit of rain That's somethin' that I know No rain here tomorrow No rain here yesterday No rain here tomorrow And there ain't no rain today Old king cotton need a little bit of rain If you want him to grow Old King cotton need a little bit of rain That's somethin' that I know There's hard times a-comin' This here's a regular drought There's hard times a-comin' Of that I have no doubt Old king cotton need a little bit of rain If you want him to grow Old King cotton need a little bit of rain That's somethin' that I know That's one thing that I know

Going copyright T R Munday Sittin' on the river bank Barges goin' by I wonder where they're goin' And sometimes I wonder why Walkin' on the railroad tracks Watchin' for the trains Cars all hooked together And they've got those railroad names Standin' by the highway The trucks go roaring past I don't know where they're goin' But I know they're goin' fast Geese go flyin' over head Formed up in a vee Honkin' as they fly along I wonder what they'll see But I'm not goin' anywhere I've been right here too long I'm not goin' anywhere Might be time for movin' on Sittin' on the river bank Barges goin' by I wonder where they're goin' And sometimes I wonder why Walkin' on the railroad tracks Watchin' for the trains Cars all hooked together And they've got those railroad names Standin' by the highway The trucks go roaring past I don't know where they're goin' But I know they're goin' fast Geese go flyin' over head Formed up in a vee Honkin' as they fly along I wish that, that was me But I'm not goin' anywhere I've been right here too long I'm not goin' anywhere It's time for movin' on

That's The Way It Goes copyright T R Munday Dawn patrol in Viet Nam Walkin' sixth in line Put his foot down on the trail And stepped upon a mine That's the way it goes That's just the way it goes You never know You really never know Dark grade crossing Eighty two Ford with rusted brakes Fast freight train Combine those things that's all it takes That's the way it goes That's just the way it goes You never know You really never know Layin' pipe in an open trench After four days of rain Excavator came just a little too close And it caved in again That's the way it goes That's just the way it goes You never know You really never know Settin' steel on the Seneca bridge On the Illinois River canal Ankle turned just the wrong way I saw that fella fall That's the way it goes That's just the way it goes You never know You really never know Flight One Nine One A flock of geese Two hundred seventy-one passengers Rest in peace That's the way it goes That's just the way it goes You never know You really never know

It Was In The Springtime copyright T R Munday It was in the springtime My true love came to me We pledged our love eternal And we married happily Time goes by The seasons change That's how we mark our lives And we don't know our allotted days That's hidden from our eyes The carefree days of summer They all passed by so fast We lived and loved together And thought that they would last Time goes by The seasons change That's how we mark our lives And we don't know our allotted days That's hidden from our eyes The golden days of autumn The cool and pleasant nights We shared the autumn glory And took it as our right Time goes by The seasons change That's how we mark our lives And we don't know our allotted days That's hidden from our eyes It was in the winter time The snow was on the ground My darling true love left me And that was when I found Time goes by The seasons change That's how we mark our lives And we don't know our allotted days They're hidden from our eyes

Saint James Infirmary Blues traditional as sung by T R Munday It was down at old Joe's barroom At the corner by the square They were buying drinks like always And the usual crowd was there On my left stood big Joe McKenna His eyes were bloodshot red As he looked at the gang around him These were the words he said I went down to Saint James Infirmary I saw my baby there Stretched out on a long white table So young, so cold, so fair Seventeen coal black horses Hitched to a rubber tired hack Seven girls goin' to the graveyard But only six of them are comin' back Let her go, let her go, god bless her Wherever she may be She may search this whole world over And never find another man like me When I die just bury me In my high topped Stetson hat Place a twenty dollar gold piece on my chain To let the lord know I died standin' pat I want six crap shooters for my pall bearers A chorus girl to sing me a song Place a jazz band on my hearse wagon To raise hell as we roll along Now that you have heard my story I'll take another shot of booze And if anyone here should ask you I've got those Saint James Infirmary blues

Midnight Special traditional as sung by T R Munday Well you wake up in the morning You hear the work bell ring And they march you to the table You see the same damn thing Ain't no food upon the table And no pork up in the pan But you better not complain boy You'll get in trouble with the man Let the midnight special shine its light on me Oh let the midnight special shine its light on me Let the midnight special shine its light on me Oh let the midnight special shine its ever-lovin' light on me Yonder come Miss Rosie How in the world do you know? I can tell her by her apron And the clothes she wore Umbrella on her shoulder Piece of paper in her hand She goin' to see the governor She wants to free her man Yeah Let the midnight special shine its light on me Let the midnight special shine its light on me Let the midnight special shine its light on me Oh let the midnight special shine its ever-lovin' light on me If you're ever in Houston Man you better do right You better not gamble And you better not fight Or the sheriff will grab you And his boys will bring you down The next thing you know boy You're penitentiary bound Let the midnight special shine its light on me Let the midnight special shine its light on me Let the midnight special shine its light on me Oh let the midnight special shine its ever-lovin' light on me

That's A Nice Box She's Got copyright 2017 T R Munday That's a nice box she's got, I sure could fill that up That's a nice box she's got, I sure could fill that up That's a nice box she's got, fill that to the top Ain't got nobody tell my troubles to Got nobody to tell my troubles to Sit right here and sing my troubles to you This one old gal she wears her stockings down This one old gal she wears her stockings down Rolls 'em up on Saturday night and goes on into town Ain't got nobody tell my troubles to Got nobody to tell my troubles to Sit right here and sing my troubles to you Two big old sisters lives off by the creek Two big old sisters lives off by the creek I trades 'em off every other week Ain't got nobody tell my troubles to Got nobody to tell my troubles to Sit right here and sing my troubles to you

WORKING GIRL T. R. Munday Copyright 2017 She’s a working girl On Chicago’s South Side Tryin’ to make it Through the night Standin’outside In her fake fur coat And her skirt is Short and tight High heel shoes Showin’ off her legs But man Her feet are sore The temperature’s down Fifteen degrees And the wind’s blowin’ Even more She’s seventeen Claims twenty-one Looks like she’s Twenty five Ten years from now She’ll pass for forty If she’s even Still alive She watches As the cars go past Their paint and chrome So bright Flashin’ every Now and then Beneath the City light Then the traffic light Turns red And the cars all stop In line She laughs and waves And gestures And promises A good time She’s got a leather Shoulder bag A – hangin’ from A strap With a bottle of mouthwash And a switchblade knife Amongst the other Crap She’s chewin’ Spearmint gum And she’s smokin’ Menthol Light She’s not concerned About her breath It’s that taste she’s Tryin’ to fight She’s sold herself A thousand times But she’s not Keepin’ score She’ll take your cash And credit cards And maybe Even more She knows a man who’s buyin’ Phones Without no Questions asked He’ll also handle Jewelry And he always Pays in cash She stumbles Every now and then And shifts from Side to side You might think That she’s been drinkin’ But she’s dancin’ In her mind She takes the Pills and powders Shoots up Between her toes And what isn’t goin’ In her veins Is goin’ Up her nose Her granma’s Out in Wicker Park Her mama She’s long gone She don’t know who Her daddy is An her brother’s Out of town She doesn’t really Have a home She’s stayin’ With a friend But she don’t contribute To the rent And that deal’s Gonna end She don’t look That far ahead She’s tryin’ to make it Through the night Standin’ out there In the cold and the wind Underneath that old Street light The traffic Drives on past her And now and then She’ll wave She’s standin’ On the sidewalk With one foot In the grave