1. |
The Coo Coo
03:22
|
|||
|
Oughta build me a log cabin
On the mountain up so high
So I can see my Mary
As she goes right on by
My horses they ain’t hungry
And they won’t eat any of your hay
Gonna go on little further
And I’ll see you on the way
Well I gambled down in England
And I played cards out in Spain
And I bet you ten dollars
That I’ll beat you the next game
Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds
Lord I’ve know you of old
Well you robbed my poor pockets
Of my silver and my gold
For the coo coo ain’t she a fine bird
Don’t she warble as she fly
But she never hollars coo coo
‘Till the fourth day of July
|
||||
2. |
The Blackest Crow
04:35
|
|||
|
As time draws near my dearest dear, and you and I we must part
How little you know ‘bout the pain and woe in my poor aching heart
‘Tis but I suffer for your sake, believe me dear it’s true
Oh, I wish that you were staying here, or I was going with you
And I wish my breast were made of glass where in you might behold
That upon my heart your name lies wrote in letters made of gold
In letters made of gold my love, believe me when I say
Oh, that you are the one that I’ll adore until my dying day
For the blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white
If ever I proved false to you bright day would turn to night
Bright day would turn to night, my love, the elements they’d moan
Oh, if ever I prove false to you the seas would rage and burn
|
||||
3. |
Flowers of Edinburgh
02:24
|
|||
4. |
Cigarettes and Whiskey
03:31
|
|||
|
Cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women, they’ll drive you crazy they’ll drive you insane
Cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women, they’ll drive you crazy they’ll drive you insane
Once I was married I had a good wife
Had enough money to last me for life
Then I met a woman, we went on a spree
She taught me to drink and to smoke whiskey
Cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women, they’ll drive you crazy they’ll drive you insane
Cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women, they’ll drive you crazy they’ll drive you insane
Cigarettes are a blot on the whole human race
A man looks so silly with one in his face
Gather ‘round here and sing it with me brother
Cigarette on the one hand and a fool on the other
Cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women, they’ll drive you crazy they’ll drive you insane
Cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women, they’ll drive you crazy they’ll drive you insane
Cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women, they’ll drive you crazy they’ll drive you insane
Cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women, they’ll drive you crazy they’ll drive you insane
|
||||
5. |
Undone in Sorrow
04:11
|
|||
|
Over yonder in the grave where the wild, wild flowers grow
Oh, there they lay over my true lover
She’s gone from me forever more
Fairer than the sweetest flower, restless as the wildest wind
Born with a love deep as the ocean
That was the girl that I did win
Well, I went away and I did wonder to see the world riches to gain
When I returned no earthly treasure
Could ease this heart so full of pain
For there so high up on the mountain beneath that little mound of clay
The girl that I returned to marry
So still among the flowers did lay
Well, I’ll go away and I will wonder. Leave aside my earthly gain
I will not envy the man with riches
Undone in sorrow I will remain
Undone in sorrow I will remain
|
||||
6. |
Back to My Home
02:44
|
|||
|
Oh oh oh
Take me back, back to my home
See my old man and watch my own sow
Take me back, back to my home
See my own mom and love her so
Oh oh oh
I was a young lad and you were my lass
Had me a love, a love at last
You took me down, down the road
Got me no love, got me no home
Oh oh oh
Take me back, back to the old
Land that is high, land that ain’t low
Take me back, back to the old
See my own lass and love her so
Oh oh oh
Take me back, back to my home
See my old man and watch my own sow
Take me back, back to my home
See my own mom and love her so
Oh oh oh
|
||||
7. |
||||
|
Little wheel spin and spin, big wheel turn around and around
Little wheel spin and spin, big wheel turn around and around
Merry Christmas, “Jingle Bells”
Christ is born and the Devil’s in hell
The heart’s they shrink, pockets swell
Everyone knows but nobody tell
Little wheel spin and spin, big wheel turn around and around
Little wheel spin and spin, big wheel turn around and around
Oh the sins of Cesar’s men
Cry the pious citizens
Who petty thieve the five and tens
And the big wheel turns around and around
Little wheel spin and spin, big wheel turn around and around
Little wheel spin and spin, big wheel turn around and around
Blame the angels, blame the fates
Blame the Jews or your sister Kate
Teach your children who to hate
And the big wheel turns around and around
Little wheel spin and spin, big wheel turn around and around
Little wheel spin and spin, big wheel turn around and around
Turn your backs on weeds you’ve hoed
Silly sinful seeds you’ve sowed
Add your straw to the camel’s load
And pray like hell when the world explodes
Little wheel spin and spin, big wheel turn around and around
Little wheel spin and spin, big wheel turn around and around
“Swing your girl,” fiddler say
Later on the piper pay
Do-si-do and swing and sway
The dead will dance on judgment day
Little wheel spin and spin, big wheel turn around and around
Little wheel spin and spin, big wheel turn around and around
Little wheel spin and spin, big wheel turn around and around
Little wheel spin and spin, big wheel turn around and around
|
||||
8. |
Cold Frosty Morn
02:31
|
|||
9. |
Wait for Me
03:04
|
|||
|
Wait for me at the end of a long, long day
When the night comes in view
I’m gonna hurry to you
In your arms all my troubles will fade away
At the end of a long, long day
Wait for me at the end of a long, long day
When the night comes in view
I’m gonna hurry to you
In your arms all my troubles will fade away
At the end of a long, long day
Sweetheart when twilight’s at a fall
My heart longs for you dear
(Yodel)
Wait for me at the end of a long, long day
When the night comes in view
I’m gonna hurry to you
In your arms all my troubles will fade away
At the end of a long, long day
Sweetheart when twilight’s at a fall
My heart longs for you dear
(Yodel)
|
||||
10. |
My Alberta Rose
03:28
|
|||
|
My Alberta rose is blooming
She’s waiting there for me
In the foothills of the Rockies
She promised she would be
Well, it’s springtime in the Rockies
And all the birds did sing
When I held her close to kiss her
And give to her this ring
My Alberta rose is blooming
She’s waiting there for me
In the foothills of the Rockies
She promised she would be
Well, summertime is coming
And the wild rose blooms in June
With my rose of old Alberta
How wet it will be soon
My Alberta rose is blooming
She’s waiting there for me
In the foothills of the Rockies
She promised she would be
Well, wintertime is coming
And we’ll build our cabin home
With my rose of old Alberta
And never more to roam
My Alberta rose is blooming
She’s waiting there for me
In the foothills of the Rockies
She promised she would be
|
||||
Mike Tod Canmore, Alberta
Mike Tod is a wry and raspy tenor that sings well-worn traditionals, researches their roots, and sets a precedent for a sound that is both rooted in history and relevant to the present day. Told through a cinematic lens, he spins old songs into brooding epics that evoke the weathered landscapes of a western noir. ... more
If you like Mike Tod, you may also like:
This album speaks to the continuum of African diasporic culture that is central to the vibrant canon of Americana folk music.
go to album
Sweet Old Religion
by Pharis & Jason Romero
Sweet harmonies & strummed melodies; the duo delve into decades-old folk, jazz, and country to find a timeless kind of love and connection.
go to album
Overvalued Ideas
by Shaking Chains
Charmingly wonky, danceable post-punk from Manchester with a pop heart and the soul of protest folk.
go to album
Long Time To Be Gone
by Nora Brown
Nora Brown continues to bring nuance and resonance to her modern interpretation of Appalachian folk and bluegrass on her latest LP.
go to album
Wealth of Sorrow
by Cahalen Morrison
Bright and skipping songs that foreground the sound of the banjo and fingerstyle guitar in music that feels timeless.
go to album
House and Land
by House and Land
House and Land offer a stirring take on classic Appalachian folk; this is delicate, heartfelt balladry.
go to album
Whispery indie folk from the UK, “Hard Work” cradles soft and gentle vocal melodies in a nest of acoustic guitars.
go to album
