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THE NATIONAL TOPICAL SONG ~~GAZINE APRIL 30, 1964 PRICE -- 35~

Words & Music: ~) 1964, by author By PEI'ER LAFARGE :D!iUM5 used ty permission J;F'i' _&Phatieally~ f ,.... 04~ 011£13 H·I ad RCD ltll) <*;011 I:qp1fJJ T -'::c/ -r!T-u ~-e- 7r7.: T'" From the In-dian Reser- vatl0n to the Govern- mental School, Well they're going t ed-u- 4= _ y1 ~ ~ ( 0 'I G'ld u I F1J: i31;Jf='lJH'ti=12.1 Pll±$! D·I Ji!'lE ) I T -,: c::r ,- r =iF ~ -e- -,-T .".. -z:r IT ""T -,..,..,- cate me to the white man's Golden Rule; And I am learning quick-ly For I I ve learned to be a- dEC:! ~ &" I fl-t tJ·IQ' FJ 1 [ flati I I +- IT 7r.-7r -#- ".. shamed, And I come when they call "Billy" though I've 1;1: dUQ~j ri¥L-)@ I it X 1 Ii I -#- -o:.T· -,- got an Indian name. There are drums beyond the J$ =t=3 l':::t:: I: =I ~ ~ E3 I d J := ~ hbJ,; ;t;·I!J# ~ -,- 7:Y' .... mountain, There are drums you cannot hear, There are :tE ~ - ~ C:r :D'1 1=3: Jj 4'01 I J{t F 1 [J 2 I \ 7)1 -,- til' 7r"+- ~o T -#- drums beyond the mountain And they're getting mighty Fl II

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Also In This Issue, Songs By: , PErER SEEGER, , TOM PAXTON, CARL WATANABE, Words and Music by Moderately DRY BED WOODY GUTHRIE VERSE

00 2. The rain didn't rain .' J J J n Ir J I J an wet my bed 1 I waked up in a dry bed, Mom-my, come Homsey, come seel River didn1t run J J J an wet my bed! J n I r IJ j Dadsey, hey, look 1 I waked up in a dry bed, Dad-dy I (CHO) I :3. Dry, dry bed an a heave ,~ J J J fJ r J IJ an a hoI r woke up in a dry bed, feet and a dry head; Take me to the movie shaw CHORUS I am a big boy nowl "'~ r fa r I [' r I (CHO Hey, look-it my dry bed! 4. Pussycat didn't wet my bed last nightl J] Sister came feell tJ IJ J Puppy-dog didn I t make Come feel my dry b'ed~ My bed's all dry, dry; Ik a. big my beddybed wetl Brother take a peekl , ~ J go Ir rU r I [' r I r r r I'r (CHO boy! Look, look- it my dry bed! Dry, dry my dry bed! 5.. Dry, dry bed an a yippy yippy yit I J J J I J J J I J ... II Take me down to the r '-..-- pony ridet My bed's all dry, dry, I'm a big boy! I am a big boy now! (CHO o Copyright i952 Ludlow Music, lnc., New York. N.Y.

This song is reprinted from the recently pub­ lished "Nearly Complete Collection of Woody Guthrie Folk Songs .. " The "book has about 200 of Woody's songs, uses Woodyls drawings for illustrations.. It was . compiled and edited by , and m~ of the songs are from the collection of Marjorie Guthrie.. The songbook is published at $4.00 a copy by Ludlow Music, Inc., 10 Columbus Circle, New York City,N.Y.

BROADSIDE # ¥~ D R ~i'::1 S _... 2 2 And vlhe n the y think the y t va '4. Lone P:~1e anG. Seqnioa changed me Handsome Lake and Sitting Bull Cut my hair to meet their needs Mangas Colorado \tiill they think: Ifm. \vhite oX' With his sleeves so red and full Indian Crazy Horse t the legend Quarter-blood or just half-breed Those who b~t off Custer's soul Let me tell you, Hr. Teacher They are dead, but yet they are Hhen you say you'll make me right living In 500 years of fighting \1ith the great Geronimo. (CRO) Jot one Indian turned 111hite. (CRO) ,. You may teach me this landfs 3. You thought that I knew nothing history ':Ihen you brought me here to school But \-Ie taught it to you first Just a~other empty Indian Ue broke your hearts and bent Just Americats first fool your journeys But I can tell you stories Broken treaties left us cursed That are burnt and dried and old Even now you have to cheat us But in the shadow of their telling Even though you think us tame 'Ualks the thunder proud & bold. (C;m) In our losing we found proudness In your winning you found sham8. ______• ______, ______R ______(CHI)) _ • By CARL vlATANABE TALKING SALESlfAN BLW..:3 c 1964 by author used by permission I was sitting around "dithout any cares ~1hen in pops a salesman selling his wares He said, don't mean to bother you or anything But why don I t you buy this 'veddding ring? But I'm not married, I said to him, He said, Oh, please, I'm out on a limb, And tears fell down from those eyes of his His poor grandma~.~ had the rhuematiz ••• HovT can you say no to that? viall I polished my ring with a swish and a rub \lJhen in 1,1alks a guy f::'om the lonely hearts club. He said now, at this 10""" 1)riced rate t'Je can find you the ideal mate. Hov! do you like 'em, short or tall, Long hair, bouffant, or none at all? Fat, stocky slender or lean? t'j'e use a scientific computer machine .. l!achine must have broke do\V'n" .... got me a nineteen yeqr old Grandmother ••• likes to rassle alligators ..... they expect me To marry that? ••• Hal Hell me and my wife settled down In a little suburb at the end of town 'lilhen the doorbell rang and in come a guy That smashed all the furniturea hit me in the eye Put a hole in the wall~ set fire to the bed, Broke all the \vindows,' turned and said, Are you pre,ared 5 as he stomped on the cat For unforeseen aCCidents, just like that? You need insurance,. H something bad might happen! (Cont I d~ ) 'l'LIKI.\G SALE8:U~N ;BLUES - ... 2 Vell we got insurance, me and my 'l.vife Against accidents and loss of life, For hurricanes, earthquakes, theft and fire, Floods and termites and. for when we retire. Well I thought that was about enou:;h Eut what about cyclones and oth~r stuff? vJhat vlOuld happen, he wanted to know If I got hi.t by a wild buffalo?

In Oaklanrl? ", 'I ~lell, I am now covered against altercations With wild buffalo, .. In Oakland, California ..... If hit during daylight hours ..

iiIe 11, after that they wouldn t t stay away, Galesmen. coming both night and day .. 11y i;,r~.:~ e, she got fed up Hhen she h8d to buy a loving cup lIade of two~·toned go~d it Seems First it!s ye110'\1 and then it:s green .. vIe got magazines and bathroom. fbctU::::'8S And one fe 11a 'lrJanted. to to ~ce lIly bCJ by! s picture ~ Thatls the last straw~.Q my baby wGsntt even born yet! Positively indecentl Fell, I tried to st.-,p : em "1"lith dirty loo~{s But just ended. up;JY getttng i cyclops-:'.ia books Tried shootin Rt f em .. ~jut: it itl:1.::n I t much fun Ca\':'3e I endse. l'P by buyi.rJ.g a cr';'.nd ne", gun. he::'l, I final:.7 hit L'1e t·vJO 0:':' three Go·c sent tG 5811 for first d,3g3.'-".'8 Got reb.atlilit?ted socinJ.l;,Y G,J1 ... cut agatn a3 2. pEl:'oleo SSi~V:i.:1E a use:(u] pu:::'pose nOiv,.,, T sE'llBibles, Cookbooks an1 other' guides for graciooJ,s living. -- ..... - ... - ...... -,.- --_ ...... _- ..... - .~- _.. - --- ...... - ...... ~ ...... ----.,--~-- ... - .... _- .... --... ..,.-_ .. --...... ""-'. \lords: Bill Frederick, c 1964 Tune: The Commercial L In 1~;1e Colum'o:i.an countl'ysidA" Coffee IS growin far and wide, Underneath thd ta:i.l shade trees, Owned by Yankee monopolies. CEO: Coffee, bi.tter coffee~: Celiee of ColU!l1bia. 2., Juan Valdez, the coffee J1an, Picks the coffee beans by hand, Sends them to some folks up t.~re, And mattes 200 bucks a year. (ClIO ) 3~ Juan is living very high,Too bad half his children die, From malnutrition & disease,Underneath those tall shade trees., , (ClIO) 4,. J1:an Va.:..c,nz vlOrks hard all year. All the profits disa.ppear Up at Hadison Avenue,They stuff the coffee in cans for you. (CRO) 5. ~lhen you oTlen a coffee can,Thir:k of Juan, the coffee man. Every cup cf coffee says ilIl tIt the blood of Juan Va ldez." (CHO) BROADSIDE # 44 Words & Musio By: rAnnA NINA SIMONE ~uuvn,11 @ 1964 Sam Fox Pub10 Co. MISSISSIPPI used by permission

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-.,...,.... +-:9- 7:."~ -.,- Al-a-bama's got me so upse~ Tennessee made me lose my rest and 1 ~1JI ' A'1 F t1~ b C- r. ,&,lr2.-,- ~1 ~J'JltJ !;:i1rpprl;;;q pI t:f!7FJI EvI17 bo-d7 lmoW's a- bout Missis-sippi god-dam. Can't you see it, Can't F ~1

~e-. reel it, tis all in the air;'-- I can't stand the pres - sure much longer ::Dm 1 -+=:4 r. 1 (, L h ~ ~ :it ~ , ;t:t PG UI=g I J1J 1- l iW ;lJJS Fd! J t some-one say a prayer. Al-a-bama's got me so upset, Tennessee made me 1>""; ( 1 ~"1 ~1 f &~ ~ ~ e, __ £1 ·~A1lf (VAMP) : Jj I ~14 10 t J It J ; ) #: ;:: I f' p¢ 1- I II" I 7:7i~ lose my rest and Ev'ry body knows a-bout Missis-sip-pi god-dam. ,7 A~ . -Sd1111 , $4 I J. t J I J J J I J. t t }.Il J h I I I ~ g

..".. ..,.....". . -#- .,.. ~ • ...,- ~ ~ cross Jq path, I think ev'ry day's gonna be my last~ 1\1'0 J I MIS S ISS IPPI GODDAM -- 2 By Nina Simone I\-rrt I\~ ,

That's just the trouble - Too slow, Washing the windows - Too slow,

:D;Q j Jvr I~ V r" J j r 1# r r 7 Picking the cotton - Too slow, You're just plain rotten - Too slow, You're~ F~d-lm'1 "BJ~7ll1 E:-1 F1 --, ~ .., f f f FI~rt'l piC f' r Jl'*r fit! J ~ ;nf'l Too dam la-zy - Too slow, Your thinking's crazy - Too slow. Where am I go-ing, ~"t<\'\ ~ h.l''\ b' l c.,-- 1 htttr-lpfC=F!~rUI1,tn " ..

, , , a- bout Missis-sip-pi god-dam. (For v.2, D.S to t to CODA) Ev'ry body knows 1 t J t) a (tsTrfJ I!J t;utyt-f1 FJ a- bout Missis-sippi, Ev'ry body knows a-bout Al-a- bama, Eviry body knows t J t) £2] Ifu, lsh1c~ p::,5' ('f /' - II a-bout Missis-sip-pi god - DAM. That's the trouble (too slow) 2. Picket lines -- School boycott Desegregation----- (too slow) Try to say it's a Communist plot Mass participation (too slow) All I want is equality Unification------(too slow) For my sister and brother, my people Do things gra.dually (too slow) and me Will bring-more tragedy (too slow) You lied to me all these years Why don't you see it, You told me to wash and clean my ears Why can't you feel it, Talk real fine, dress like a lady I don't know, I don't know And you'd stop calling me Sister Sadie You don't have to live next to me But this whole country is corrupted Just give me Equality with lies Everybody knows about Mississippi You all should die and die like flies Everybody knows about Alabama I don't trust you any more Everybody knows about Mississippi You keep on saying, II go slow. II BROADSIDE God-DAM #Aff ® Copyright 1964 by DEEP FORK MUSIC, INC. Used By Permission J J I J J.~.-! THe' WltJb "'o~L" I~I O'U YoJ~ t't\olJ~ .. ,",hf~} ___....

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p... '~ IMS) d a e r r I iJ J,t222B J J J I ~J J Q""" AIJ..€ srH..L, 'if''' "'I~' A,,, ...... !Q., AtlD YctJR. PooR. At! (,...1 (' "'")fj , ;,... ,10) ppr"'(~ 6_§~l J J J. :::z±1 J J J J J I I Sfl L.t.. ~Ef .. 1'IN PooA.. Af4Ib VoJt POOl. A~( e".' (c. !5,US) , (ii;' J") J. (2 a, t P "tiait;;; II a ::zJ:. ~ Eo 1 I SflL.t.. 'fr.. rl~ '00'< . 2. live r~bled through your city 1've drifted through your town; 1've slept many a night in your Greyhound. walls, Where the floor is as cold as your ground., And there was no other bed to be found. 3. Your roadways hurt my feet, My' suitcase hurts my hand; Your highway sun bums rq facs, But I can't stop a-travelin through your land. 4. I rambled through your southern country, Where grief and sickness fill the air; I rambled. through your southern country, There was children hungry everywhere, There was children hungry everywhere. 5. I watched your wealthy wheeler-dealers Who'd let a poor man freeze right to the bone; Their money, whiskey, women never leave their sides, But like the poor man, they're bound to die alone, Bu.t like the poor man, they're bound to die alone. RAMBLER I S LAMEN'l' -- 2 Eric Andersen

6. I heard your vote-mAn talkin promises ill about SORe things that never occurred; I heard your vote-man talkin fear, 'Bout things I never saw,but only heard, 'Bout things I never saw,but only heard. 7. I saw your poets dyin in the glitters, Their mouths were broken and turned away; I saw your billboard with your smilin politician Claimin' "These are better ~s," Claimin I "These are better daya.11

g. I met all your .fair and tender ladies, My face is like a key to their front door; Though a rambler's a kind of man they'd never marry, They'll keep on lovin you a hundred times more, They'll keep on lovin you a hundred times more. 9. Sometimes I may be sober, SOOIetimes I get warm a-drinkin wine; Your wind may be a-howlin round my shoulder, 10. Your box car ain't no feather bed, And though my blood is froze, Your whistle ain't no lovebird's song; I pacify lIlY mind; Your tracks ain't no ladder And though my blood is froze, to lIlY true love I s arms, I pacify my mind. But your train is the only home I own, But your train is the only home I own. 11. Oh, where is that man they call Jesus? He's never come a-knockin at my door; On my hands and my knees I've been searchin 'Bout the only thing I found is my noor, 'Bout the only thing I found is my noor.

12. You keep sayin a rambler's born to lose, Yet a gambler's born with a winnin hand; I try to close my ears, when I hear that whistle blow, But I know I can't stop travelin through my land, I know I can I t stop travel in through my land. BROADSIDE -IF..,"" MY Words & Music: By Peter Seeger (Sailing Down Thi~ Dirty Stream) @ 1964, Fall RiTer Music used by permission

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T?a.t some--day,

2. At Glens Falls 5,000 honest hands Work at the consolidated paper plant Five million gallons of waste a day Why should we do it anyhother way? Down the valley one million toilet chains Find my Hudson so cOTenient place to drain Each little city says, "who me?" Do you think that sewage plants come free?

3. In the great ocean they say the water's clear But I live right at Beacon heree Halfway between the mountains and the sea Tacking to and fro, this thought occurs to me Sailing up my dirty stream Still I love it and I'll dream That some day, though maybe not this year Yes, :my Hudson & my country will run clear .. BROADSIDE #44 WILLIE SETON 1

Seton was a lad, his age was just sixteen; Golden curls hung down his neck, the His true love was the prettiest thir£g 1."1 the countryside And after Willie courted her she swore to be his bride. T -e­ He had no gold to give her dad, no gold to buy them land fairest ever seen. And in his haste to wed hie love he joined an outlaw band. They ravaged all the countryside their fortunes for to gain Until one cold and frosty day they robbed the Frisco train. Words & Music: The train guard lost his life that day but just before he died He fired a deadly pistol ball in Willie Seton's side. His comrades they deserted him and lett him there alone And holding tightly to his side he started out for home. Re had n~t traveled many a mile until a storm came on Cherry Lane Music And Willie Seton found a log to set himself upon. Used by permission He leaned his back against a tree and held onto his side And in that cold and snowy wood young Willie Seton died. He was sixteen when he loved, and sixteen when he cried Sixteen when he robbed that train, and sixteen when he died. 'Words & Music: Tom. Paxton R A I N AND SNOW @ 1963, Cherry Lana Music Used b.Y permission C:F~

Rain and snow, cold winds blow, What can a poor boy do? - lUI alone and I

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2. I work in the fields, 3 .. II d be your man, I work in the yard, My sweet Sally Ann" Work for a migrant's pay I I d. sure try to look attar you When the job is done, But when they say" I move right along Thej,t's all they'll pay Theylre hard on the ones that stay (CHO) What can a hungry man do? (CHO)

lIThia is one of my favorites," Tom Paxton. Ours, too. BROADSIDE #44 --~-~- --.- ._-- ~-~ --""" -- -- -"~"--'-"-~'- '" I Sin I n I S( t r efe See er's U,. RALP1I RI.md:"ENFEI~D It W(\~ Friday night in Mos{:(fv,' ami 11)(> hottef.;l ticl,l'l in town wa;;; for ih,; open- ing ni "SlllgAlong \Vith p,'1c.'· : Th('v jnmmf'd into 'fdl!'Iik()v ..·.-----·--.-···-.~--···--··-----·-·----! for ml'--·a.nd f.or ilwJn:" f . . 4.y :Hali. filling 1.800 ",.'at!! ..nr! I , 'fhey ~allg):oo.ar.d tht-y ~ahg. i Now 44, St'!{!gel', one (It the I . -"pil1lng ov~'r ju~othe ajslt'.~ 10:\ So.ngs 1:"1' ,·~II"had,.. ~·h,W the; r(}\lnd€r~ of 'me Wfflo\\leN>. has I i Iwar A hWrJf:lI.ll {{Ilk sm~Wi Pelt'!i .}3';at Asho!.e, and < .,(1 l;{"n~; f bee~ \!t-:ujl~ly blacklisted 11'1 the i SI't'I.tt'l', begin hi~ Sovi<'l tour. ;i 1t s BE"':!! (.()Od 10. 1<; no;!' ); OU. j U. S. smce the eArly McC.atthY'1 ! Hundl't;d;, Wt'r€ IUriWO aWJY .. i ::G:'Od~1t:111. :r~nl!',;. ' ..and; "l'a.f~t' alleged Cc.mmunl£; M. It was l&ke the m*'Trlorabl", tlp·.i VIii-' f:;h.dl OVerC()lYH. . I soclabol\S. But two y<'ars &\gHS!lI}JP!.· ,. o;entence again$t Seegel' were ;. • 1 ll.;: jet It ~(j at i.hat anil till, I dismissed by tht! U. S. Court (If i They Lau".. lIIItU; Slng !i f.lUdlcl'll.'t, bdlf'fl oUt lhe ('hm'u!' IAppeals. I I "Sing," Uff,f;d Seeger through; i .. ~ "'W t' J!.nall (,j'if'(cQmt" W~ s:hal! j \ an interpreter. "You al'tm'i open· II o ... efCul'li'~. weH walk hand in SitU ~nH .'rom TV : .~ . : ing your mouths wid., efl(lugh.l; hand ... !;on'!I.' day:' With the .folks(.l'Ig hoom in i :z.;j ! I he-anI a Rl::d Army chon,;!; the ij "F!'h'l'ld,,;' S~l'galr said wlwn full swIng S~E'ger is a top ('tDn·! ! other night amI l'ht·y opened i l\ \>;IlS OW.'!', "thiF scn~ ji\ll't jU!4t {'eft star agnirt .... ·aftnough .litill j ! the-it' mOllths wi t ff;]' the J;f'i:tllle IIf Alabama and b:u'r!>d from TV. His s(llo So-: I ; samt','" Missls~jflPi. It's tor you- ·and r ."jet tour will last until tile firsll WN4{ in May. !

The .City cOm!!, at itim__ ~ :;)AN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE, Wednesday. Mar. II, P~64 Nght, eslablir.hed an arcldteclure eo __... --- ,.. ------.-----~. study in depth aU ,~ntb, use permitl .. ,... toJl.ifig 3ppUeation.lI. Its member, Ire CoweJI. men Edward Demtts and BetRlrd Lye.. . Aceordin, in !\1.1lyo:r 1\UehaeI DeBerari... Boxes cOllunhtee will use the cowteU', "power " per. miasit)u" ~ msllt that developert preMllt mon Iy compieklllaD8 Iud uPlrade their JWIPeny witit For ItDdseapmg. . # "We dou't WaDi tbe arta k de... elo, me. a IJedes of box.,s," the !\-fayor .aid • HttIe UgUy. Mrs. Re,Yl!oldl ~ her WI btl tue '"lJttk; BI)xe," whU~ drhinl till'Ou,h Daly City.' '* '* A Folk-Singing THE rs~,~L w~rds do not fit Dylan. }t:xcit.in, is not ! right; (;l.stut'bmg \1> more accurate. He is a cbaris~ matie sociai symbol to his geMration, the voi<:e protest­ Social Critic ing the {;ompromises of the adult world they never made. Iit ,has a\wa~;s heen thus, but Dylan's generation, it 1 e;tr.lket; . m1?. !las !Unrt'! st!'(;ngth and more moral right J. Gleas.n ! gti!ng for it He 1$ it magnificent (his reperion Is till }usl)wn, like EtUn!;,