(B. Dylan) You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan
(Steve Earle) I woke up this mornin' and none of the news was good And death machines were rumblin' 'cross the ground where Jesus stood And the man
(Traditional) There was a wealthy merchant, In London he did dwell He had a lovely daughter, The truth to you I'll tell Oh the truth to you I'll tell
(Bob Dylan) Old Reilly stole a stallion But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron chain
(M. Huffman, W. Guthrie) The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps They're flying you back to the
(Natalie Merchant) Where in the hell can you go far from the things that you know Far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling its way about
(Traditional) Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother She's sleeping here right by my side And in her right hand a silver dagger, She says that
(Greg Brown) Coldest night of the winter working up my farewell In the middle of everything under no particular spell I am dreaming of the mountains
(V. Morrison, P. Moloney) I wished I had you in Carrickfergus, Only for nights in Ballygrand, I would swim over the deepest ocean, The deepest ocean
(A. Hayes, E. Robinson) I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I