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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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In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around
And all the girls from there to Austin
Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock
To take the trip, to go and listen
To the little dark-haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime
But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time
And all the girls from nine to 90
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him, "Don't stop"
And hypnotized and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round
He'd vanished like the breeze and they forgot him in the little town
But all the girls still dreamed about him
And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked
And then one day on the Hit Parade
Was a little dark-haired boy that played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
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