AUDIO VIDEO

1. Old Dan Tucker A 40-minute film about the recording

of the album with artist commentary.
2. Jesse James Includes filmed performances of:
3. Mrs. McGrath John Henry
4. O Mary Don’t You Weep Pay Me My Money Down
5. John Henry Buffalo Gals
6. Erie Canal Erie Canal
7. Jacob’s Ladder O Mary Don’t You Weep
8. My Oklahoma Home Jacob’s Ladder
9. Eyes On The Prize Froggie Went A Courtin’
10. Shenandoah Shenandoah
11. Pay Me My Money Down Plus four bonus live tour videos:
12. We Shall Overcome How Can A Poor Man
13. Froggie Went A Courtin’ Stand Such Times And Live
(Bruce Springsteen Version)
14. Buffalo Gals
Bring ’Em Home
15. How Can I Keep From Singing
American Land
16. How Can A Poor Man
Stand Such Times And Live Pay Me My Money Down
(Bruce Springsteen Version) Videos Produced, Directed
and Edited by Thom Zimny
17. Bring ’Em Home
18. American Land
Produced by Bruce Springsteen
 JESSE JAMES
-TRADITIONAL-© 2006 ARRANGEMENT BY Mrs. McGrath
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN (ASCAP) -TRADITIONAL-© 2006 ARRANGEMENT AND MUSIC Now I wasn’t drunk and
ADAPTED BY BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN (ASCAP) I wasn’t blind
This historical ballad originated in the immediate When I left my two
aftermath of James’s murder (by a friend for a Strongly associated with the Irish Republicans and fine legs behind
$25 reward). Written by minstrel Billy Gashade, the Easter Rising of 1916, this antiwar ballad was first A cannonball on the fifth of May
and rewritten as social protest by Woody Guthrie in published in 1815 as a Dublin broadside. Tore my two fine legs away
1939. This version is derived from the original.
“O Mrs. McGrath,” the sergeant said “My, Teddy boy,” the widow cried
Jesse James was a lad “Would you like a soldier of your son Ted? “Yer two fine legs were
That killed many a man With a scarlet coat & a big cocked hat yer mother’s pride
He robbed the Glendale train Now Mrs. McGrath would you like that?” Stumps of a tree won’t do at all
He stole from the rich Why didn’t ye run from
And he gave to the poor With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, the cannon ball?”
He’d a hand and a heart and a brain too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fol-
did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-
Well it was Robert Ford aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a
That dirty little coward Now Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-
I wonder now how he feels And after seven years or more ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
For he ate of Jesse’s bread She spied a ship come into the bay With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-
With her son from far away aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a
And he slept in Jesse’s bed too-ri-aa, fol- did-dle-di-aa,
In 1997 I recorded “We Shall Overcome” And he laid poor Jesse in his grave “O Captain dear where have ye been? too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
for Where Have All The Flowers Well Jesse had a wife You been sailing the Mediterranean?
Have you news of my son Ted? “All foreign wars I do proclaim
Gone: The Songs Of Pete Seeger. To mourn for his life Live on blood and
Three children Is he living or is he dead?”
Growing up a rock n’ roll kid I didn’t a mother’s pain
Now they were brave With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, I’d rather have my son
know a lot about Pete’s music or the Well that dirty little coward too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with your too-ri-aa, as he used to be
depth of his influence. So I headed to That shot Mr. Howard fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Than the King of America
the record store and came back with an He laid poor Jesse in his grave And his whole Navy!”
OLD DAN TUCKER Then came Ted without any legs
armful of Pete Seeger records. Over the -PUBLIC DOMAIN-© 2006 ARRANGEMENT BY
Well Jesse was a man And in their place two wooden pegs With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-
next few days of listening, the wealth of A friend to the poor She kissed him a dozen times or two aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN (ASCAP)
He’d never rob a mother or a child too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-
songs, their richness and power changed There never was a man with
And said, “My God Ted is it you?
ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
what I thought I knew about “folk music.” An antique fiddle tune, often used for square dances, Now were ye drunk or were ye blind With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-
made famous around 1843 when Dan Emmett, one of the the law in his hand When ye left yer two fine legs behind?
Hearing this music and our initial ’97 That could take Jesse James when alive aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a
greatest early minstrel singers, wrote a version of these Or was it walking upon the sea too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-
session for Pete’s record sent me off, lyrics for his group, the Virginia Minstrels.
It was on a Saturday night
That wore your two fine legs away?” ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
casually at first, on a quest. Well the moon was With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-
Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri- aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a
shining bright oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did- too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-
Through Soozie Tyrell, violinist with the Washed his face with a fryin’ pan They robbed
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel dle-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
E Street Band, I met a group of musicians out of New York the Glendale train With a too-ri-aa, fo did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-
And died with a toothache in his heel And people they did say
City who played at a fiesta in the field at our farm. oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol- did-
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker o’er many miles away dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Accordion, fiddle, banjo, upright bass, washboard, this was You’re too late to get your supper It was those outlaws Frank
the sound I was looking for, for the project for Pete. I wanted Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker and Jesse James
the sound of a bunch of people just sitting around playing. You’re too late to get your supper Well Jesse had a wife
After a few phone calls we set up next to one another in the Old Dan Tucker come to town To mourn for his life
living room of our farm house (horns in the hall). ’Till that Riding a billy goat, leading a hound Three children
The hound dog barked Now they were brave
moment we’d never played a note together. I counted off the But that dirty little coward
and billy goat jumped
opening chords to “Jesse James” and away we went. It was And landed old Tucker on a stump That shot Mr. Howard
a carnival ride, the sound of surprise and the pure joy of He laid poor Jesse in his grave
playing. Street corner music, parlor music, tavern music, Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You’re too late to get your supper Now the people held
wilderness music, circus music, church music, gutter music, Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker their breath
it was all there waiting in those songs, some more than one You’re too late to get your supper When they heard of
Jesse’s death
hundred years old. It rocked, it swung, it rolled. It was Old Dan Tucker got drunk and fell They wondered how
a way back and forward to the informality, the freeness In the fire and kicked up holy hell he’d ever come to fall
and the eclecticism of my earliest music and then some. A red-hot coal got in his shoe Robert Ford it was a fact
An oh my Lord the ashes flew He shot Jesse in the back
This is a LIVE recording, everything cut in three one-day While Jesse hung a picture
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker on the wall
sessions (’97, ’05, ’06) with no rehearsals. All arrangements You’re too late to get your supper
were conducted as we played, you can hear me shouting out Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker Jesse went to rest with
You’re too late to get your supper his head on his breast
the names and instruments of the players as we roll. This The devil upon his knee
approach takes the listener along for the whole ride, as you Now Old Dan Tucker come to town He was born one day in
hear the music not just being played but being made. So, turn Swinging them ladies all round the County Clay
First to the right and then to the left And he came from
it up, put on your dancin’ and singin’ shoes, and have fun. Then to the gal that he loved best a solitary race
We did. Here’s the Seeger Sessions.
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker Well Jesse had a wife
Pete thanks for the inspiration! You’re too late to get your supper To mourn for his life
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker Three children
You’re too late to get your supper Now they were brave
Bruce Springsteen Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker Well that dirty little coward
March 6, 2006 You’re too late to get your supper That shot at Mr. Howard
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker He laid poor Jesse in his grave
You’re too late to get your supper
O MARY DON’T YOU WEEP Well Moses stood on the Red Sea shore O Mary don’t you weep, JOHN HENRY I’m gonna die with a hammer John Henry he hammered
-TRADITIONAL-© 2006 ARRANGEMENT And smote’ the water with a two by four don’t mourn in my hand, Lord, Lord in the mountains
-TRADITIONAL-© 2006 ARRANGEMENT BY BRUCE
AND MUSIC ADAPTED BY Pharaoh’s army got drownded O Mary don’t you weep, don’t mourn SPRINGSTEEN (ASCAP) I’ll die with a hammer in my hand” His hammer was striking fire
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN (ASCAP) O Mary don’t weep Pharaoh’s army got drownded But he worked so hard;
O Mary don’t you weep Germinated from a true story of man versus machine com- John Henry driving it broke his heart
One of the most important Negro spirituals, adapted by O Mary don’t weep, don’t mourn on the right side
black Pentecostal churches, the song then made its way bat, which occurred during the building of Eastern rail- John Henry laid down his hammer
O Mary don’t weep, don’t mourn God gave Noah the rainbow sign roads in the late 19th century. That steam drill driving and died, Lord, Lord
into the freedom song repertoire of the civil rights Pharaoh’s army got drownded Said, “No more water on the left
movement. O Mary don’t weep but fire next time” Says, “’Fore I let your John Henry laid down his
Pharaoh’s army got drownded Well John Henry was a little baby
Sittin’ on his daddy’s knee steam drill beat me down hammer and died
Well old Mr. Satan he got mad O Mary don’t weep I’m gonna hammer
Well if I could I surely would Missed that soul that he thought he had He picked up a hammer and
Stand on the rock where Moses stood O Mary don’t you weep, myself to death, Lord, Lord, Well, now John Henry
Pharaoh’s army got drownded don’t mourn a little piece of steel he had him a woman
Pharaoh’s army got drownded And cried, “Hammer’s gonna I’ll hammer my fool self to death”
O Mary don’t you weep O Mary don’t weep, don’t mourn By the name of Polly Ann
O Mary don’t you weep be the death of me, Lord, Lord
O Mary don’t you weep, don’t mourn Pharaoh’s army got drownded Well captain said to John Henry She walked out to those tracks
O Mary don’t weep Hammer’s gonna be the death of me” Picked up John Henry’s hammer
O Mary don’t you weep, don’t mourn Brothers and sisters don’t you cry “What is that storm I hear?”
Pharaoh’s army got drownded Now the captain he John Henry said, “That Polly drove steel like a man, Lord, Lord
They’ll be good times by and by O Mary don’t weep, don’t mourn Polly drove that steel like a man
O Mary don’t you weep Pharaoh’s army got drownded said to John Henry ain’t no storm captain
O Mary don’t weep, don’t mourn That’s just my hammer
O Mary don’t weep Pharaoh’s army got drownded “I’m gonna bring that Well every, every Monday morning
Well Mary wore 3 links of chain steam drill around in the air, Lord, Lord
On every link was Jesus’ name O Mary don’t weep That’s just my hammer in the air” When a blue bird he began to sing
O Mary don’t weep, don’t mourn I’m gonna bring that You could hear John Henry
Pharaoh’s army got drownded O Mary don’t weep, don’t mourn O Mary don’t weep, don’t mourn steam drill out on these tracks
O Mary don’t you weep John Henry said to his shaker from a mile or more
Pharaoh’s army got drownded O Mary don’t weep, don’t mourn I’m gonna knock that You could hear John Henry’s hammer
O Mary don’t you weep, don’t mourn O Mary don’t weep Pharaoh’s army got drownded steel on down, God, God “Shaker, why don’t you sing?
O Mary don’t weep, don’t mourn Cause I’m swingin’ thirty pounds ring Lord, Lord
O Mary don’t weep I’m gonna knock that You can hear John Henry’s hammer ring
Pharaoh’s army got drownded O Mary don’t weep, don’t mourn steel on down” from my hips on down
O Mary don’t weep O Mary don’t weep, don’t mourn Yeah, listen to my cold steel I say, You can hear John Henry’s ham-
O Mary don’t you weep, don’t mourn mer ring Lord, Lord
Pharaoh’s army got drownded O Mary don’t you weep, don’t mourn John Henry told his captain ring, Lord, Lord
Well one of these nights bout 12 o’clock O Mary don’t weep “Lord a man ain’t noth’ but a man You can hear John Henry’s
Pharaoh’s army got drownded hammer ring
This old world is gonna rock
O Mary don’t But before I let that steam drill beat me down Listen to my cold steel ring”
Pharaoh’s army got drownded
O Mary don’t you weep
 Well it looked Eyes on the Prize
Yeah, we are climbing so green and fair -TRADITIONAL-ADDITIONAL LYRICS BY ALICE
Jacob’s ladder When I built my WINE-© 2006 ARRANGEMENT BY BRUCE SPRING-
Yeah, we are climbing shanty there STEEN (ASCAP)
Jacob’s ladder I figured I was
We are climbing Jacob’s ladder A Holiness hymn also known as “Gospel Plow,” “Paul
all set for life and Silas” and “Hold On.” “Keep your hand on the
We are brothers, I put on my Sunday
and sisters, all plow” became “Keep your eyes on the prize” in a 1956
best, with my fancy scalloped vest rewrite by civil rights activist Alice Wine. The most
And I went to town exciting versions were recorded at Movement mass
Yeah we are climbing to pick me out a wife
higher and higher meetings,
She blowed away sung by local freedom marchers.
We are climbing higher She blowed away
and higher
Yeah we are climbing My Oklahoma woman blowed away Paul and Silas bound in jail
higher and higher Mister as I bent Had no money to go their bail
We are brothers, to kiss her Keep your eyes on the prize
and sisters, all She was picked Hold on
up by a twister Paul and Silas thought they was lost
We are climbing, My Oklahoma woman blown away
climbing Jacob’s ladder Dungeon shook and the chains come off
Yeah we are climbing Keep your eyes on the prize
Well then I was left alone just listenin’ Hold on
Jacob’s ladder to the moan
We are climbing Of wind around the corners of my shack Freedom’s name is mighty sweet
Jacob’s ladder So I took off down And soon we’re gonna meet
We are brothers, the road yeah Keep your eyes on the prize
and sisters, all When the south wind blowed Hold on
I traveled with the
wind upon my back I got my hand on the gospel plow
My Oklahoma Home I blowed away Won’t take nothing for my journey now
-BILL CUNNINGHAM- I blowed away Keep your eyes on the prize
SIS CUNNINGHAM-© 1961 (RENEWED) BY Hold on
SANGA MUSIC (BMI) Chasin’ that dust cloud up ahead
Once it looked so green and fair Hold on, Hold on
Written with her brother Bill by Agnes “Sis” Now it’s up in the air Keep your eyes on the prize
Cunningham, member of the Almanac Singers, My Oklahoma farm is over head. Hold on
union organizer, founder-editor of Broadside
magazine, and herself a Dust Bowl refugee. Well now I’m always close to home Only chain that a man can stand
It don’t matter where I roam Is that chain o’hand on hand
For Oklahoma dust is everywhere Keep your eyes on the prize
When they opened Hold on
up the strip Makes no difference where I’m walkin’
I was young and full of zip I can hear my chickens squawkin’
I can hear my wife a-talkin’ in the air I’m gonna board that big Greyhound
I wanted someplace Carry the love from town to town
to call my home It blowed away
It blowed away Keep your eyes on the prize
And so I made the race Hold on
And I staked me out a place Yeah, my Oklahoma home
And I settled down along the Cimarron it blown away Hold on, Hold on
It blowed away But my home Sir, is always near Keep your eyes on the prize
It blowed away It’s up in the atmosphere Hold On
My Oklahoma home is blown away
My Oklahoma home The only thing I did was wrong
it blown away Well I’m roam’n Oklahoman Was stayin’ in the wilderness too long
Erie Canal Jacob’s Ladder Well it looked so green and fair But I’m always close to home Keep your eyes on the prize
When I built my shanty there I’ll never get homesick until I die Hold on
-PUBLIC DOMAIN-© 2006 ARRANGEMENT Low bridge, ev’rybody down -PETE SEEGER / © 1993 SANGA MUSIC (BMI) Now my Oklahoma home
AND MUSIC ADAPTED BY Cause no matter where I’m found
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN (ASCAP) Low bridge, we’re coming to a town is blown away My home’s all around The one thing we did was right
You’ll always know your neighbor A Negro spiritual based on Genesis 28:11-19, Was the day we started to fight
Jacob’s prophetic dream of escape from My Oklahoma home is in the sky
Written in 1905 by Thomas S. Allen as “Low Bridge, And you’ll always know your pal Well I planted wheats and oats, It blowed away Keep your eyes on the prize
If ya ever navigated on the Erie Canal bondage. A new chorus was written by striking Got some chickens and Hold on
Everybody Down,” but now as much a folk song as if it had textile workers in the 1940s; Pete Seeger creat- It blowed away
been written eighty years earlier in the canal’s heyday. some shoats
Where would I be if I lost my pal? ed a new chorus. Best known as a Sunday School Aimed to have some ham Hold on, Hold on
tune but gospel recordings by the Ward Singers My farm down on Cimarron Keep your eyes on the prize
I’ve got a mule and her name is Sal Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal and eggs to feed my face Now all around the world
I’d like to see a mule as good as my Sal and the Staple Singers are memorable. (Pete Got a mule to pull the plow Hold on
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal recorded it on SINGALONG: LIVE AT SANDERS Where ever dust is swirled
She’s a good old worker Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal Got an old red muley cow There is some from Hold on, Hold on
THEATER, CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS, 1980.)
and a good old pal And I also got a fancy mortgage on my Oklahoma home Keep your eyes on the prize
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal A friend of mine once got her sore this place Hold on
Now he’s got a broken jaw We are climbing Jacob’s ladder Oh and it’s blown away
We haul’d some barges in our day We are climbing Jacob’s ladder
Filled with lumber, coal and hay ’Cause she let fly with an iron toe Well it blowed away It’s blown away Hold on, Hold on
And kicked him back to Buffalo We are climbing Jacob’s ladder It blowed away Keep your eyes on the prize
We know every inch of the way We’re brothers, and sisters, all Oh my Oklahoma home is blown away
From Albany to Buffalo All the crops that I’ve planted blown away Hold on
Low bridge, ev’rybody down Every rung goes Well you can’t Yeah, it’s up there in the sky
Low bridge, cause higher and higher grow any grain In that dust cloud over n’ by Ain’t been to heaven but I been told
Low bridge, ev’rybody down My Oklahoma home is in the sky
Low bridge, we’re coming to a town we’re coming to a town It you ain’t got any rain Streets up there are paved with gold
You’ll always know your neighbor Every rung goes Everything except my mortgage
You’ll always know your neighbor higher and higher
And you’ll always know your pal And you’ll always know your pal blown away
If ya ever navigated on the Erie Canal Every rung goes
If ya ever navigated on the Erie Canal higher and higher
Low bridge, ev’rybody down We are brothers,
We’d better look around for a job, and sisters, all
old gal Low bridge, we’re coming to a town
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal You’ll always know your neighbor
And you’ll always know your pal Every new rung just
You can bet your life I’ll never part with Sal just makes us stronger
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal If ya made your livin’ on the Erie Canal
Every new rung just
Low bridge, everybody down just makes us stronger
Get up mule, here comes a lock Every new rung just
We’ll make Rome ’bout six o’clock Low bridge we’re coming to a town
just makes us stronger
One more trip and back we’ll go We are brothers,
Right back home to Buffalo and sisters, all
 Froggie Went A Courtin’
-TRADITIONAL-© 2006 ARRANGEMENT BY BRUCE SPRING-
STEEN (ASCAP)
The most ancient tune here; the earliest version we’ve tracked
is from Scotland in 1549.
Mr. Frog went a courting
and he did ride, uh-huh
Froggie went a courtin’ Hey Buffalo gals won’t you come out tonight
and he did ride, uh-huh Come out tonight, come out tonight
Froggie went a courtin’ and he did ride Buffalo gals won’t you come out tonight
Sword and pistol by his side And dance by the light of the moon
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Oh well I danced with my dolly
He went down to Miss Mousie’s door, uh-huh with a hole in her stocking
He went down to Miss Mousie’s door, uh-huh Knees kept a-knockin’, band kept a-rockin’
He went down to Miss Mousie’s door Well I danced with a dolly
Where he had often been before with a hole in her stocking
Uh-huh, a-huh, uh-huh. Danced by the light of the moon
He took Miss Mouse upon his knee, uh-huh As I was walking down the street
Said Miss Mouse will you marry me, uh-huh Down the street, down the street
Without my Uncle Rat’s consent A pretty little girl I chanced to meet
I wouldn’t marry the President We danced by the light of the moon
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Well, Uncle Rat he gave his consent, uh-huh As I was coming down the street
Hey Uncle Rat he gave his consent, uh-huh Down the street, down the street
Uncle Rat he gave his consent A lovely little thing I chanced to meet
And the weasel wrote the publishment We danced by the light of the moon
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh I danced with a dolly with
Well now where will a hole in her stocking
the wedding supper be, uh-huh Knees kept a-knockin’,
Where will the wedding supper be, uh-huh, frame kept a-rockin’
Well where will the wedding supper be Well I danced with a dolly
Way down yonder in a hollow tree with a hole in her stocking
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh We danced by the light of the moon
Yeah the first come in was Buffalo gals won’t you come out tonight
a flying moth, uh-huh, Come out tonight, come out tonight
First come in was a flying moth, uh-huh Buffalo gals won’t won’t you come out
First come in was a flying moth tonight
Who laid out the tablecloth, And dance by the light of the moon
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Buffalo gals won’t you come out tonight
Well the next come in was Come out tonight, come out tonight
Shall Overcome a junie bug, uh-huh Buffalo gals won’t you come out tonight
-MUSICAL AND LYRICAL ADAPTATION BY GUY The next come in was Dance by the light of the moon
CARAWAN-FRANK HAMILTON-ZILPHIA HORTON- a junie bug, uh-huh
PETE SEEGER / © 1960 RENEWED & © 1963 Next come in was a junie bug Buffalo gals won’t you come out tonight
RENEWED LUDLOW MUSIC INC. (BMI)
She brought the whiskey in a water jug, Come out tonight, come out tonight
The most important political protest song of all- Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Buffalo gals won’t you come out tonight
time, sung around the world wherever people fight Dance by the light of the moon
The next come in was
for justice and equality. Originally a Baptist hymn, a big black snake, uh-huh
Shenandoah Well if I’d been a rich man’s son brought into the labor movement in the 1930s, popu- Next come in was
larized among civil rights workers in the 1950s at a big black snake, uh-huh How Can I Keep
-TRADITIONAL-© 2006 ARRANGEMENT BY Pay me my money down from Singing
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN (ASCAP) I’d sit on the river and watch ‘er run the Highlander Folk School in Tennessee. Next come in was a big black snake
Pay Me My Money Down Pay me my money down Chased them all into the lake -TRADITIONAL-ADDITIONAL LYRICS AND MUSIC
An American pioneer’s homesick and lovelorn Pay me, pay me, pay me my money down We shall overcome, Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh ADAPTED BY DORIS PLENN /
-TRADITIONAL-© 2006 ARRANGEMENT BY we shall overcome © SANGA MUSIC (BMI)-© 2006 ARRANGEMENT AND
lament, from very early in the country’s history, BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN (ASCAP) Pay me or go to jail MUSIC ADAPTED BY BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN (ASCAP)
probably the first two decades of the 19th century. Pay me my money down We shall overcome someday Little piece of cornbread
laying on a shelf, uh-huh
Identified as a sea chantey but actually a protest Here in my heart, I do believe Little piece of cornbread An abolitionist hymn that Pete Seeger has long used as
Shenandoah, I love your daughter song of the black stevedores in Georgia and South Well I wish I was Mr. Gates We shall overcome someday one of his statements of purpose.
Pay me my money down laying on a shelf, uh-huh
Away, you rolling river Carolina ports; unscrupulous ship captains would Little piece of cornbread
often try to slip out of the harbor with their work- They’d haul my money in, in crates We’ll walk hand in hand, My life goes on in endless song
I’ll take her across the water Pay me my money down laying on a shelf
Away, we’re bound away, ers unpaid. we’ll walk hand in hand If you want any more, Above earth’s lamentation
Pay me, pay me, pay me my money down I hear the real though far-off hymn
Cross the wide Missouri Pay me or go to jail We’ll walk hand in hand someday you can sing it yourself,
I thought I heard the captain say Here in my heart, I do believe Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh That hails a new creation
Pay me my money down Pay me my money down
My Shenandoah, I long to see you We’ll walk hand in hand someday
Away you rolling river Tomorrow is our sailing day Well 40 days and nights at sea What though the tempest loudly roars
I’ll not deceive you Pay me my money down Pay me my money down We shall live in peace, BUFFALO GALS I hear the truth, it liveth
Away, bound away, Pay me, pay me, pay me my money Captain worked every last dollar out of me we shall live in peace What though the darkness ’round me close
down -PUBLIC DOMAIN-© 2006 ARRANGEMENT BY BRUCE
Cross the wide Missouri Pay me my money down We shall live in peace someday SPRINGSTEEN (ASCAP) Songs in the night it giveth
Pay me or go to jail Pay me, pay me, pay me my money down
Pay me my money down Here in my heart, I do believe
Seven years, I’ve been a rover Pay me or go to jail We shall live in peace someday Not a song about the Wild West but about the city of Buffalo When tyrants tremble sick with fear
Away, you rolling river Pay me my money down during the Erie Canal era. The Buffalo Gals are sporting And hear their death knell ringing
Soon as that boat cleared the bar women who paraded their charms for the arriving river barges.
Seven years I’ve been a rover Pay me my money down We are not afraid, we are not afraid When friends rejoice both far and near
Away, bound away, He knocked me down with a spar Pay me, pay me A hundred years later, Frank Capra made it the theme song for
Pay me my money down We shall overcome someday How can I keep from singing?
Cross the wide Missouri Pay me my money down IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE , where Donna Reed and Jimmy Stewart
Pay me or go to jail Well here in my heart, I do believe
Pay me, pay me, pay me my money We shall overcome someday sing it quite innocently. No storm can shake my inmost calm
Shenandoah, I love your daughter down Pay me my money down
As I was walking down the street While to that rock I’m clinging
Away, you rolling river Pay me or go to jail Pay me, pay me We shall overcome, Since love is Lord in heaven and earth
I’ll take her across the water Pay me my money down Pay me my money down Down the street, down the street
we shall overcome A pretty little girl I chanced to meet How can I keep from singing?
Away, bound away Pay me or go to jail We shall overcome someday
Cross the wide Missouri Pay me my money down We danced by the light of the moon
Here in my heart, I do believe
We Shall Overcome We shall overcome someday Buffalo gals won’t you come out tonight
-MUSICAL AND LYRICAL ADAPTATION BY GUY We Come out tonight, come out tonight
We shall overcome someday Buffalo gals won’t you come out tonight
*Original release on Appleseed Recording We'll dance by the light of the moon
 How Can A Poor Man Stand Bring ’Em Home
such Times And Live -PETE SEEGER WITH NEW VERSE BY Bring ’em home, bring ’em home Who will make his home
(Bruce Springsteen Version) JIM MUSSELMAN / © 1966, 2003 STORMKING MUSIC, Bring ’em home, bring ’em home in the American Land
INC. (BMI)
-MUSIC AND LYRICS BY “BLIND” ALFRED Bring ’em back from overseas
REED / Bring ’em home, bring ’em home The McNicholas, the Posalski’s,
© 2006 SONGS OF PEER, LTD. (ASCAP) AND Pete Seeger wrote “Bring Them Home” in 1965 as an
PEER INTERNATIONAL CORPORATION (BMI)- anthem for the Vietnam anti-war movement. This the Smiths, Zerillis too
© 2006 ADDITIONAL LYRICS BY BRUCE version includes one new verse written by record Bring ’em home, bring ’em home The Blacks, the Irish, Italians,
SPRINGSTEEN (ASCAP) Bring ’em home, bring ’em home the Germans and the Jews
producer Jim Musselman during the invasion of Iraq.
I wrote two verses and added several from the classic Bring ’em home, bring ’em home Come across the water
Written and recorded just weeks after the Bring ’em home, bring ’em home a thousand miles from home
1929 stock market crash by singer and fiddler Civil War song, “When Johnny Comes Marching Home.”
With nothin in their bellies
“Blind” Alfred Reed. I kept the first verse, but the fire down below
then wrote three more, portraying the govern- If you love this land of free american land
mental negligence that made the aftermath of Bring ’em home , bring ’em home
Bring ’em back from overseas -BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN / © 2006 BRUCE SPRING- They died building the railroads worked to
Hurricane Katrina so much worse for the poor STEEN (ASCAP) bones and skin
of New Orleans. Bring ’em home, bring ’em home
They died in the fields and factories names
An original song inspired by “He Lies in the American scattered in the wind
Well, the doctor comes ’round here It will make the politicians sad, Land,” a poem by immigrant steelworker Andrew
with his face all bright I know They died to get here a hundred years ago
Kovaly and set to music by Pete Seeger. they’re still dyin now
And he says, “In a little while Bring ’em home, bring ’em home
you’ll be alright” They want to tangle with their foe The hands that built the country were always
What is this land America trying to keep down
All he gives is a humbug pill, Bring ’em home, bring ’em home so many travel there
a dose of dope and a great big bill I’m going now while I’m still young
Tell me, how can a poor man stand They want to test their grand theories There’s diamonds in the sidewalk
such times and live? my darling meet me there there’s gutters lined in song
Bring ’em home, bring ’em home Wish me luck my lovely
With the blood of you and me Dear I hear that beer flows
He says, “Me and my old school I’ll send for you when I can through the faucets all night long
Bring ’em home, bring ’em home And we’ll make our home
pals had some mighty high times There’s treasure for the taking,
down here in the American land for any hard working man
We’ll give no more brave young lives
And what happened to you poor Bring ’em home, bring ’em home Who will make his home
black folks, well it just ain’t fair” Over there all the woman wear silk and in the American Land
He took a look around gave a little For the gleam in someone’s eyes satin to their knees
pep talk, Bring ’em home, bring ’em home Who will make his home
And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are in the American Land
said, “I’m with you,’’ then he took a growing on the trees
little walk The men will cheer the boys will shout Who will make his home
Bring ’em home, bring ’em home Gold comes rushing out the rivers straight in the American Land
Tell me, how can a poor man stand into your hands
such times and live? And we will all turn out
Bring ’em home, bring ’em home When you make your home
There’s bodies floatin’ on Canal in the American Land
and the levees gone to Hell The church bells will ring with joy
Martha, get me my sixteen gauge Bring ’em home, bring ’em home There’s diamonds in the sidewalk
and some dry shells To welcome home our darling girls and there’s gutters lined in song
Them who’s got got out of town boys Dear I hear that beer flows through the
And them who ain't got left to drown Bring ’em home, bring ’em home faucets all night long
Tell me, how can a poor man stand There’s treasure for the taking,
such times and live? for any hard working man
We’ll lift our voice in song
Bring ’em home, bring ’em home Who will make his home
I got family scattered from Texas all in the American Land
the way to Baltimore When Johnny comes marching home
And I ain’t got no home in this world no Bring ’em home, bring ’em home
more I docked at Ellis Island
Gonna be a judgment that’s a fact, Bring ’em home, bring ’em home in a city of light and spires
a righteous train rollin’ down this Bring ’em home, bring ’em home She met me in the valley
track Bring ’em home, bring ’em home of red-hot steel and fire
Tell me, how can a poor man stand Bring ’em home, bring ’em home We made the steel that built the cities
such times and live? with our sweat and our two hands
Bring ’em home, bring ’em home And we made our home
Bring ’em home, bring ’em home in the American Land
Bring ’em home, bring ’em home
Bring ’em home, bring ’em home There’s diamonds in the sidewalk
there’s gutters lined in song
Bring ’em home, bring ’em home Dear I hear that beer flows through the
Bring ’em home, bring ’em home faucets all night long
Bring ’em back from overseas There’s treasure for the taking,
Bring ’em home, bring ’em home for any hard working man

Thanks to Jon Landau for another one of his “I think we’ve got
something here...” phone calls and for our long and wonderful friendship.
Thanks to Barbara Carr and everyone at J.L.M for their hard work
and dedication.
Produced by Bruce Springsteen Track 16 Mixed at Metalworks Studio, Toronto, Videos Produced, Directed & Edited Art Direction by Chris Austopchuk
Thanks to Toby Scott, Bob Clearmountain andBob Ludwig for once again Ontario by Thom Zimny & Michelle Holme
Tracks 1-15 Performed by Seeger Sessions Studio
capturing my music so well. Band Assisted by Giancarlo Gallo “How Can A Poor Man Stand Design by Michelle Holme & Meghan Foley
Recorded by Toby Scott “How Can A Poor Boy Stand Such Times And Live Such Times And Live (Bruce Springsteen Version) ” Photography by Danny Clinch
Thanks to Don Ienner and everyone at SONY BMG here and around the world (Bruce Springsteen Version) ” Contracted by Shari Sutcliffe
for their continuing support and friendship. Assisted By Kevin Buell and Ross Peterson & “Bring ’Em Home”
Recorded by Thrill Hill Recording Remote,
Recorded at Thrill Hill, Boxwood Studios, NJ Directed by Chris Hilson / Recorded & Mixed Publishing Coordination by
Thanks to my long time attorneys Allen “Pink Cadillac” Grubman, and Asbury Park Convention Hall
Additional Recording at Sound One, Oslo, by John Cooper Jon Horn and Bruce Grossberg
Artie “Blue Cadillac” Indursky, and everyone at Grubman, Indursky & Shire, Norway Research by Dave Marsh
“Bring ’Em Home” Recorded by Thrill Hill “American Land” Directed by Thom Zimny
for their constant and vigilant support over the last twenty-five years. Assisted by Richard Lowe Tour Direction by George Travis
Recording Remote, Detroit & Chris Hilson / Recorded by John Cooper /
Mixed by Bob Clearmountain at Mix This! Booking by Barry Bell in association with CAA
Thanks to my long time Business Manager, Nancy Chapman and everyone Assisted by Brandon Duncan Mixed by Bob Clearmountain Shorefire Media - Marilyn Laverty
at Chapman, Bird, Grey and Tessler, for their excellent work and dedication. “American Land” Recorded by Thrill Hill “Pay Me My Money Down” Directed by Thom
Tracks 16-18 Performed by the Seeger Sessions Recording Remote, New York Jon Landau Management -
And thanks to Peter Parcher and Steve Hayes for looking out for me Zimny / Recorded by Toby Scott / Mixed by Bob
Tour Band Audio Mastering by Bob Ludwig at Gateway Jon Landau, Barbara Carr, Jan Stabile,
for the last 30 years. Clearmountain Alison Oscar, Tammy Comstock, Sue Berger
Recorded by John Cooper Mastering & DVD
Assisted by John Bruey Mastering by Gateway Mastering & DVD
Thanks to my lovely wife Patti for her love, patience and support. Mixed by Bob Clearmountain Encoding and Authoring by Brian K Lee and
Thanks and my love to Evan, Jess & Sam Assisted by Brandon Duncan Thomas Ryan
 Seeger Sessions STUDIo Band
Bruce Springsteen - Guitar, Mandolin, B3 Organ, Piano,
Percussion, Harmonica, Tambourine, Lead Vocals
Sam Bardfeld - Violin (1-15), Vocals (2, 8 & 11)
Art Baron - Tuba (6, 7, 9, 10 & 14)
Frank Bruno - Guitar (1-14), Vocals (1, 2, 4, 6-8, 10 & 11)
Jeremy Chatzky - Upright Bass (1-15), Vocals (8 & 11)
Mark Clifford - Banjo (1, 2, & 4-14), Vocals (1, 8 & 11)
Larry Eagle - Drums & Percussion (1-15), Vocals (8 & 11)
Charles Giordano - B3 Organ (1, 7 & 10),
Piano (3, 4, 7, 10 & 12), Accordion (2 & 4-14),
Pump Organ (15), Vocals (8 & 11)
Lisa Lowell - Vocals (7, 9, 14 & 15)
Eddie Manion - Saxophone (1, 2 & 4-15), Vocals (11 & 12)
Mark Pender - Trumpet (1, 4-7 & 9-15),
Vocals (1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 9-12, 14 & 15)
Richie “La Bamba” Rosenberg - Trombone (1, 2 & 4-15),
Vocals (1, 2, 4, 6-12, 14 & 15)
Patti Scialfa - Vocals (1, 4, 6, 7, 9-12, 14 & 15)
Soozie Tyrell - Violin (1-15), Vocals (1, 2, 4, 6-12, 14 & 15)

SEEGER SESSIONS TOUR BAND

Bruce Springsteen – Guitar, Lead Vocal

Sam Bardfeld – Violin (16-18)

Art Baron - Tuba (16), Mandolin (17),
Penny Whistle (18)
Frank Bruno - Guitar (16-18), Vocals (16 & 17)
Jeremy Chatzky - Upright Bass (16-18)
Larry Eagle – Drums, Percussion (16-18)
Clark Gayton - Trombone (16 & 18)
Charles Giordano - B3 Organ (16),
Piano (16), Accordion (17 & 18)
Curtis King, Jr. - Vocals (16-18)
Greg Liszt - Banjo (16-18)
Lisa Lowell – Vocals (16-18)
Eddie Manion - Saxophone (16-18)
Cindy Mizelle – Vocals (16-18)
Mark Pender - Trumpet (16-18)
Curt Ramm - Trumpet (18)
Marty Rifkin - Pedal Steel (16 & 17), Dobro (18)
Richie “La Bamba” Rosenberg - Trombone (16-18)
Patti Scialfa - Guitar (16 & 18), Vocals (16 & 18)
Marc Anthony Thompson - Guitar (17 & 18),
Vocals (16-18)
Soozie Tyrell - Violin (16-18), Vocals (16-18)

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