Pete Seeger - Living in the Country lyrics
[Pete Seeger - Living in the Country lyrics]
You know the guitar came to
Europe with the gypsies
700 years ago spain brought the guitar to
Mexico 400 years ago uSA
Picked a quarrel with
Mexico and got Texas and California and it
Also got the guitar and the guitar got us it
Was Afro American people in the south that
Worked out this way of playing it though you
Know in Europe they usually play a
Guitar but the Afro American people
Worked out a way
To play it just like a drum band
The base strings were played by a thumb with
A steady beat and the top strings were
Played with the finger and got all the little
Off beats up in Syracuse there's a 92
Year old woman who wrote a song, which some
Of you may know she plays it, who knows it?
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Please don't tell them which train I'm on
So they won't know which route I've gone
When I die just bury me deep
Down at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old number nine
As she goes roaring by
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Please don't tell them which train I'm on
So they won't know which route I've gone
When I'm dead and in my grave
No more good times do I crave
Place the tombstone at my head and my feet
Tell my friends that I've gone to sleep
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Please don't tell them which train I'm on
So they won't know which route I've gone
Europe with the gypsies
700 years ago spain brought the guitar to
Mexico 400 years ago uSA
Picked a quarrel with
Mexico and got Texas and California and it
Also got the guitar and the guitar got us it
Was Afro American people in the south that
Worked out this way of playing it though you
Know in Europe they usually play a
Guitar but the Afro American people
Worked out a way
To play it just like a drum band
The base strings were played by a thumb with
A steady beat and the top strings were
Played with the finger and got all the little
Off beats up in Syracuse there's a 92
Year old woman who wrote a song, which some
Of you may know she plays it, who knows it?
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Please don't tell them which train I'm on
So they won't know which route I've gone
When I die just bury me deep
Down at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old number nine
As she goes roaring by
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Please don't tell them which train I'm on
So they won't know which route I've gone
When I'm dead and in my grave
No more good times do I crave
Place the tombstone at my head and my feet
Tell my friends that I've gone to sleep
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Please don't tell them which train I'm on
So they won't know which route I've gone