You Are My Sunshine
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping,
I dreamt I held you in my arms.
When I awoke dear, I was mistaken,
So I hung my head down and cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.


RIGHT FIELD
[Peter, Paul AND Mary]
Saturday summers, when I was a kid
We'd run to the schoolyard and here's what we did
We'd pick out the captains and we'd choose up the teams
It was always a measure of my self esteem
Cuz the fastest, the strongest, played shortstop and first
The last ones they picked were the worst
I never needed to ask, it was sealed,
I just took up my place in right field.
Playing...

chorus:
Right field, it's easy, you know. You can be awkward and you can be slow.
That's why I'm here in right field just watching the dandelions grow

Playing right field can be lonely and dull
Little Leagues never have lefties that pull
I'd dream of the day they'd hit one my way
They never did, but still I would pray
That I'd make a fantastic catch on the run
And not lose the ball in the sun
And then I'd awake from this long reverie
And pray that the ball never came out to me
Here in...

chorus

(whistle a variation of Take Me Out To The Ballgame...)

Off in the distance, the game's dragging on,
There's strikes on the batter, some runners are on.
I don't know the inning, I've forgotten the score.
The whole team is yelling and I don't know what for.
Then suddenly everyone's looking at me
My mind has been wandering; what could it be?
They point at the sky and I look up above
And a baseball falls into my glove.
Here in right field, it's important you know.
You gotta know how to catch, you gotta know how to throw,
That's why I'm here in Right Field, just watching the dandelions grow!


KUMBAYA
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya

Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbayah

Someone's laughing, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's laughing, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's laughing, Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya

Someone's crying, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying, Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya

Someone's praying, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's praying, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's praying, Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya

Someone's sleeping, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's sleeping, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's sleeping, Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya


MICHAEL ROW THE BOAT ASHORE
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah

Sister help to trim the sails, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sails, hallelujah

Jordan's River is deep and wide, hallelujah
And I've got a home on the other side, hallelujah

Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah

Michael's boat is a music boat, hallelujah
Michael's boat is a music boat, hallelujah

Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah

The trumpets sound the Jubilee, hallelujah
The trumpets sound for you and me, hallelujah

Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah


BLOWIN' IN THE WIND
How many roads must a man walk down before they call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must the cannon balls fly before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years must a mountain exist before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free?
How many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?
How many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry?
How many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
The answer is blowin' in the wind.


PUFF, THE MAGIC DRAGON
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah-Lee
Little Jackie Paper, he loved that rascal Puff
And he brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff

chorus:
O Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah-Lee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah-Lee

Oh and together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
And Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came
Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff called out his name

chorus

A dragon lives forever but not so little girls and little boys
Painted wings and giants' rings make way for other toys
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his life-long friend Puff could not be brave
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave

chorus

Oh, Puff the magic dragon LIVES by the sea (present tense!)
And frolicks in the autumn mist in a land called Honah-Lee
Oh, Puff the magic dragon LIVES by the sea
And frolicks in the autumn mist in a land called Honah-Lee


GRANDMA'S FEATHER BED
When I was a little biddy boy,
Just up off the floor,
We used to go down to grandma's house,
Every month end or so.
We'd have chicken pie, country ham,
Home-made butter on the bread,
But the best darn thing about grandma's house
Was the great big feather bed.
CHORUS
It was nine feet high, six feet wide,
Soft as a downy chick,
It was made of the feathers of four-eleven geese
And a whole roll of cloth for the tick.
It could hold eight kids, four hound dogs
And the piggy that we stole from the shed,
Didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
In grandma's feather bed.

After supper we'd sit around the fire,
The old folks spit and chew,
Pa would talk about the farm in the war
And Grandma sing a ballad or two.
Well I'd sit and listen and watch the fire
Till the cobwebs filled my head,
Next thing I knew I'd wake up in the morning
In the middle of the old feather bed.

Now I love my Ma, I love my Pa,
I love Grannie and Grampa too,
Been fishing with my uncle, wrestled with my cousin
And even kissed Aunt Sue. (Foo.)
But if I ever had to make a choice,
I think it oughta be said
That I'd trade them all plus the girl down the road
For Grandma's feather bed.

(Well, maybe not the girl down the road.)


DO YOUR EARS HANG LOW?
[Tune: Turkey in the Straw, refrain]
Do your ears hang low, do they waggle to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot,
can you tie them is a bow?
Can you throw them o'er your shoulder
like a continental soldier?
Do your ears hang low?

Do your ears stick out, can you waggle them about?
Can you flap them up and down
as you fly around the town?
Can you shut them up for sure
when you hear an awful bore?
Do your ears stick out?

Do your ears stand high, do they reach up to the sky?
Do they hang down when they're wet,
do they stand up when they're dry?
Can you semaphore your neighbor
with the minimum of labor?
Do your ears stand high?


YMCA

C
Young man, there's no need to feel down.
Am
I said young man, pick yourself off the ground.
F
I said young man, 'cause you're in a new town
G7
there's no need to be unhappy.
C
Young man, there's a place you can go,
Am
I said young man, when you're short on your dough
F
you can stay there and I'm sure you will find
G7
many ways to have a good time.

C
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
Am
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
Dm7
They have everything
for young men to enjoy,
G7sus G7
you can hang out with all the boys.
C
Y.M.C.A.
Am
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
Dm7
You can get yourself clean,
you can get a good meal,
G7sus G7
you can G7sus do wharever you G7 feel.

Young man, are you listening to me?
I said young man, what do you want to be?
I said young man, you can make real your dreams,
but you've got to know this one thing
No man does it all by himself.
I said young man, put your pride on the shelf
and just go there to the Y.M.C.A.
I'm sure they can help you today.

It's fun to stay...

Young man, I was once in your shoes.
I said I was down and out with the blues.
I felt no man cared if I were alive.
I felt the whole world was so jive.
Thats when someone came up to me
and said: Young man, take a walk up the street.
It's a place there called the Y.M.C.A.
They can start yu back on your way.

It's fun to...

It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. etc


The Cat Came Back
Old man Johnson had troubles of his own.
Had a little cat that wouldn't leave him alone.
He tried and tried to give him away,
He gave him to a man going far, far away.

CHORUS:
But the cat came back, the very next day.
But the cat came back, they thought he was a goner,
But the cat came back, he just couldn't stay away, away, away.

He gave it to a man going up in a ballon
Told him to give it to the man in the moon
The ballon came down about 20 miles away
And where that man is we just can't say.

He gave him to a boy with a dollar note,
Told him to take up the river in a boat,
Tied a rock round its neck must have weighed a hundred pounds,
And now they're dredging the river for the little boy who drowned.

He gave hime to a man going way, way out west,
Told him to give it to the one he favored best,
First the train jumped track, then it hit the rail,
And no one is alive today to tell the gruesome tale.
Old man Johnson said he'd shoot that cat on sight,
So he loaded up his shotgun with nails and dynamite.
He waited and waited for that cat to come around,
But ninety seven pieces of the man were all they ever found

The H-bomb fell just the other day,
The A-bomb fell in the very same way,
Russia went, China went, and the USA
The human race was destroyed without a chance to pray


Going on a Lion Hunt
[Audience echos each line and sets up clap/lap-slapping rhythm.]
Goin' on a lion hunt.
Goin to catch a big one.
I'm not afraid.
Look, what's up ahead?
Mud!
Can't go over it.
Can't go under it.
Can't go around it.
Gotta go through it. [Make sloshing sounds and move hands as if slogging.]
Sticks. [Snap fingers.]
Tree. [Make gestures climbing up and down.]
Gate. [Make gate-opening gestures.]
River. [make swimming gestures.]
Cave. [Go in it and find lion. Reverse all motions quicky to get home.]