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Disc 1
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01.
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Blowin' in the Wind (Broadside Show, May 1962)
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02.
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Delia's Gone
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03.
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Baby, Let Me Follow You Down
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04.
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In the Jailhouse Now
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05.
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Fixin' to Die
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06.
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Five Feet High & Rising
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07.
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Standing on the Highway (Folksinger's Choice, 11th March, 1961)
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08.
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Busted
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09.
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Talkin' New York
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10.
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Transfusion Blues
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11.
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In the Pines (Carnegie Chapter Hall, NYC, 4th Nov, 1961)
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12.
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The Rebel - Johnny Yuma
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13.
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House of the Rising Sun
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14.
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The Smiling Bill McCall
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15.
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Mixed-Up Confusion
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16.
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I Still Miss Someone
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17.
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Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues (Carnegie Chapter Hall, NYC, 4th Nov, 1961)
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18.
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The Big Battle
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19.
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In My Time of Dyin'
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20.
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Bonanza
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21.
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Song to Woody
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22.
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Remember the Alamo
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23.
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The Girl Left Behind (Folk Song Festival, 29th October, 1961)
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24.
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I'm Free From the Chain Gang Now
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25.
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See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
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Disc 2
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01.
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Highway 51
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02.
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Don't Take Your Guns to Town
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03.
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Man of Constant Sorrow
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04.
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In Them Old Cottonfields Back Home
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05.
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The Death of Emmett Till (Broadside Show, May 1962)
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06.
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Tennessee Flat-Top Box
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07.
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Freight Train Blues
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08.
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I Walk the Line
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09.
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Sally Gal (Wnyc radio studio NYC 29 Oct 61)
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10.
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Girl in Saskatoon
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11.
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You're No Good
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12.
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What Do I Care
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13.
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Poor Lazarus (Saturday of Folk Music, 29th July, 1961)
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14.
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Lost on the Desert
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15.
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Gospel Plow
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16.
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Hank and Joe and Me
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17.
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(Naomi Wise) Omie Wise (Riverside Church NYC, July 1961)
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18.
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Accidentally on Purpose
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19.
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Corrinna, Corrinna
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20.
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Big River
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21.
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Pretty Peggy-O
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22.
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So Doggone Lonesome
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23.
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1913 Massacre (Carnegie Chapter Hall, NYC, 4th Nov, 1961)
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24.
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Frankie's Man, Johnny
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25.
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He Was a Friend of Mine (Riverside Church NYC, July 1961)
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'Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago
When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door
This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still remember well
The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till
Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up
They said they had a reason, but I can't remember what
They tortured him and did some things too evil to repeat
There were screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds
out on the street
Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain
And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain
The reason that they killed him there, and I'm sure it ain't no lie
Was just for the fun of killin' him and to watch him slowly die
And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial
Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till
But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this
awful crime
And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind
I saw the morning papers but I could not bear to see
The smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs
For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free
While Emmett's body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea
If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust
Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind is filled with dust
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood
it must refuse to flow
For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!
This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man
That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan
But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give
We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live
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