If you miss the train I'm on You'd know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow A hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles You can hear the whistle blow A hundred miles Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four Lord I'm five hundred miles From my home Five hundred miles, five hundred miles Five hundred miles, five hundred miles Lord I'm five hundred miles From my home Not a shirt on my back Not a penny to my name Lord I can't go home This a-way This a-way, this a-way This a-way, this a-way Lord I can't go home This a-way If you miss the train I'm on You'd know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow A hundred miles

Tear drops fell on mama's note When I read the things she wrote She said, we miss you girl We love you come on home Well I didn't have to pack I had it all right on my back Now I'm five hundred miles away from home Away from home, away from home Cold and tired and all alone Yes, I'm five hundred miles away from home It's hard to tell the state I'm in Where I'm going, where I've been But there's a dream I've been following so long If mama knew the things I've done She'd forgive them everyone But I'm still five hundred miles away from home Can't remember when I ate it's just thumb and walk and wait And I'm still five hundred miles away from home If my luck had been just right I'd be with them all tonight But I'm still five hundred miles away from home

Oh see the hosts of fleet foot men Who speed with faces wan From Farmstead and from Fisher's cot Along the banks of Bann They come with vengeance in their eyes Too late, too late are they For young Roddy McCorley goes to die On the Bridge of Toome today Up the narrow streets he stepped Smiling proud and young About the hemp rope on his neck The golden ringlets clung There is never a tear in his blue eyes For glad and bright are they As young Roddy McCorely goes to die On the bridge of Toome today When he last stepped up that street His shining pike in hand Behind him marched in grim array A stalwart earnest band "For Antrim Town! For Antrim Town! He lead them to the fray And young Roddy McCorely goes to die On the Bridge of Toome today There is never a one of all your dead More bravely fell in fray Than he who marches to his fate On the bridge of Toome today True to the last, true to the last He treads the upward way And young Roddy McCorely goes to die On the Bridge of Toome today

Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls picked them, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? Where have all the young girls gone? Long time passing Where have all the young girls gone? Long time ago Where have all the young girls gone? Gone to young men, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? Where have all the young men gone? Long time passing Where have all the young men gone? Long time ago Where have all the young men gone? Gone for soldiers, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? Where have all the soldiers gone? Long time passing Where have all the soldiers gone? A long, long time ago Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to graveyards, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time passing Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time ago Where have all the graveyards gone? Gone to flowers, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Well, early one evening I was rollin' around I was feelin' kind of mean I shot a deputy down Strollin' on home and I went to bed Well, I laid me pistol up under my head He strolled along home (I took my time) And he went to bed (Thought I'd sleep some) Laid his pistol (Big twenty-two) Up under his head (I keep it handy) Well, early in the morning 'Bout the break of day I figured it was time to make a getaway Steppin' right along But I was steppin' too slow Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico. He was steppin' right along (I were a hot footin' it) But he was steppin' too slow (It was a sultry day) Got surrounded by a sheriff (boxed in) in Mexico I didn't even have a chance to see the country When I was arrested, I didn't have a dime The sheriff says Son, you're ridin' free this time Where you're goin' You won't need a cent 'Cause the great state of Texas Gonna pay your rent 'Cause where you're goin' (I think he means jail) You won't need a cent (Well, he knows I'm broke) 'Cause the great state of Texas (Yippee!) Gonna pay your rent. (I'm mighty grateful, fellas) Well, I didn't have a key And I didn't have a file Natur'lly I stayed around until my trial The judge was an old man; ninety-three And I didn't like the way the jury looked at me Well the judge was an old man (Too old) Ninety-three (entirely too old) I didn't like the way the jury looked at me. I think they were suspicious The judge and the jury They did agree They all said murder in the first degree The judge said Son, I don't know whether to hang you or not But this here killin' of deputy sheriffs has just naturally got to stop! You've got a point there, judge! It was a most unsatisfactory trial They gave me ninety-nine years On the hard rock pile Ninety and nine On the hard rock ground. All I ever did Was shoot a deputy down Ninety and nine (It could have been life) On the hard rock pile (They might-a hung me) And all he ever did Was shoot a deputy down This whole thing has sure been a lesson to me Bang! You're dead

Kingston, Kingston, Kingston I see them coming from afar I got my eyes open I'm ready for war When I fight mon' they know who we are A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through I see them coming from afar The vision thinks that I'm gonna get a scar When I fight mon' they know who we are A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through My mom is my hero Two three nine zero The doctor was lookin' at a star From then I've been strictly on a mission I got twenty-twenty vision All the haters I can spot them from far I'm sure Jamacains on slash date Probably representin' and bringing it home After I sing my songs I duck trouble but it keep on lurkin' Things going to well the devil start workin I see them coming from afar I got my eyes open tough luck for ya'll Crush, Crush the wall I'm still a young boy that drive all the grown folks right up the wall I'm aware of the snakes cause they near They plottin' to get me I'm watching my peers Bout time in a million It's close man i swear I feel it in the air and i'm order for them I see them coming from afar I got my eyes open I'm ready for war When I fight mon' they know who we are A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through I see them coming from afar The vision thinks that I'm gonna get a scar When I fight mon' they know who we are A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through I'm what it is i'm Macdola hype with a game to back Spitting a big ticket number one in the track Ease along, baby say ease the bar My b's the door Bout to take the game by storm The one and only Haters got nothing on me I can feel the vibe I see it in their eyes They praying for my demise They don't want to see me blow yo Rather see me low low Or I be on the floor yo But no yo I'm pull through this game of tug o' war What you fellas fussing for Maybe cause i'm grubbing more None the less, i'm paying my dues Don't hate me A little hard work will get you here too I got next, better yet i got now Everybody got faith and yelling cause my hot style 86 the bullshit they don't want me hostile I'ma reign supreme until the day i drop down I see them coming from afar I got my eyes open I'm ready for war When I fight mon' they know who we are A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through I see them coming from afar The vision thinks that I'm gonna get a scar When I fight mon' they know who we are A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through Dem a run off dem mouth and dem a run off dem beak And dem a talk pon the block and dem a talk pon the streets But dem don't wan' war with we Cause we bus it and we pop it off Bus it and we pop it off Dem a run off dem mouth and dem a run off dem beak And dem a talk pon the block and dem a talk pon the streets But dem don't wan' war with we Cause we bus it and we pop it off Bus it and we pop it off I see them coming from afar I got my eyes open I'm ready for war When I fight mon' they know who we are A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through I see them coming from afar The vision thinks that I'm gonna get a scar When I fight mon' they know who we are A Kingston they come from, A Kingston they come through