Neil Young & Crazy Horse – Americana [2012]

(Reprise ’12)

1. Oh Susannah (5:04)
2. Clementine (5:42)
3. Tom Dula (8:13)
4. Gallows Pole (4:15)
5. Get a Job (3:01)
6. Travel On (6:47)
7. High Flyin’ Bird (5:30)
8. Jesus’ Chariot (She’ll Be Coming ‘Round the Mountain) (5:38)
9. This Land Is Your Land (5:26)
10. Wayfarin’ Stranger (3:07)
11. God Save the Queen (4:08)

Oh Susannah

Oh Susannah [x4 then repeated constantly throughout verses]

I had a dream the other night
Everything was still
I dreamed I saw Susannah
She was comin’ down the hill

Oh, oh, oh, Susannah
Don’t you cry for me (oh Susannah, oh Susannah)
’cause I come from Alabama with my B-A-N-J-O on my knee
(Oh Susannah, oh Susannah)

Buckwheat cake was in her mouth
The tear was in her eye
Says I’m comin’ from the South
Susannah don’t you cry

Oh, oh, oh, Susannah
Don’t you cry for me (oh Susannah, oh Susannah)
’cause I come from Alabama with a B-A-N-J-O on my knee
(Oh Susannah, oh Susannah)

Rained all night the day I left
The weather it was dry
Sun so hot I froze to death
Susannah don’t you cry

Oh, oh, oh, Susannah
Don’t you cry for me (oh Susannah, oh Susannah)
’cause I come from Alabama with my B-A-N-J-O on my knee
(Oh Susannah, oh Susannah)

I had a dream the other night
Everything was still
I dreamed I saw Susannah
She was comin’ down the hill

Oh, oh, oh, Susannah
Don’t you cry for me (oh Susannah, oh Susannah)
’cause I come from Alabama with my B-A-N-J-O on my knee
(Oh Susannah, oh Susannah)

Well I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee
I’m goin’ to Louisiana
My true love for to see

Oh, oh, oh, Susannah
Don’t you cry for me (oh Susannah, oh Susannah)
’cause I come from Alabama with my B-A-N-J-O on my knee
(Oh Susannah, oh Susannah)
Yeah, I come from Alabama with my B-A-N-J-O on my knee
(Oh Susannah, oh Susannah)
Yeah, I come from Alabama with my B-A-N-J-O on my knee

I come from Alabama with my B-A-N-J-O on my knee
(Oh Susannah, oh Susannah)
I come from Alabama with my B-A-N-J-O on my knee

Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner forty niner,
And his daughter Clementine

Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.

[Chorus:]
Clementine! Clementine!
Oh my darling, Clementine!

Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev’ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.

Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.

[Chorus]

Then the miner forty niner
Soon began to peak and pine.
Thought he ought’er join his daughter,
Now he’s with his Clementine.

In my dreams she still does haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine.
Though in life I used to hug her,
In death I draw the line.

[Chorus]

How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
So I kissed her little sister,
I forgot my Clementine.

[Chorus]

Tom Dooley

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you’re bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I’ll be
Hadn’t a-been for Grayson
I’d a-been in Tennessee

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you’re bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I’ll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin’ from a white oak tree

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you’re bound to die

Poor boy, you’re bound to die
Poor boy you’re bound to die
Poor boy, you’re bound to die…

Gallows Pole

Father, did you bring me the silver,
Father, did you bring me the gold?
What did you bring me, dear father,
Keep me from the gallows pole?

Yeah, what did you?
Yeah, what did you?
What did you bring me, keep me from the gallows pole?

Mother, did you bring me the silver,
Mother, did you bring me the gold?
What did you bring me, dear mother,
Keep me from the gallows pole?

Yeah, what did you?
Yeah, what did you?
What did you bring me, keep me from the gallows pole?

Son, I brought you some silver,
Son, I brought you some gold.
Son, I brought you a little of everything,
Keep you from the gallows pole.

Yeah, I brought it.
Yeah, I brought it.
I brought you, keep you from the gallows pole.

Wife, did you bring me the silver,
Wife, did you bring me the gold?
What did you bring me, dear wifey,
Save me from the gallows pole?

Yeah, what did you?
Yeah, what did you?
What did you bring me, keep me from the gallows pole?

Friends, did you bring me the silver,
Friends, did you bring me the gold?
What did you bring me, my dear friends,
Keep me from the gallows pole?

Yeah, what did you?
Yeah, what did you?
What did you bring me, keep me from the gallows pole?

Get A Job

Yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip, bmm
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-do
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-do
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-do
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na
Ahh, yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum, get a job
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na

Well every morning about this time (Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na)
She gets me out of bed, a-crying get a job (Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na)
After breakfast everyday she throws the want ads right my way
And never fails to say – get a job

Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-do
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-do
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-do
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na
Ahh, yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum, get a job
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na

Lord, and when I get the paper I read it through and through
I, my girl never fail to see if there is any work for me…
I got to go back to the house, hear that woman’s mouth
Preachin’ and a cryin’, tell me that I’m lyin’ about a job
That I never could find

Lord, and when I get the paper I read it through and throu-ough
I, my girl never fail to see if there is any work for me…
I better go back to the house, hear that woman’s mouth
Preachin’ and a cryin’, tell me that I’m lyin’ about a job
That I never could find

Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-do
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-do
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-do
Sha-na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na, ahh-do

Travel On

I’ve laid around and played around
This old town too long
Summer’s almost gone
Yes, winter’s comin’ on
I’ve laid around and played around
This old town too long
And I feel like I gotta travel on

Poppa writes to Johnny
But Johnny can’t come home
Johnny can’t come home
No, Johnny can’t come home
Poppa writes to Johnny
But Johnny can’t come home
Cause he’s been on the chain gang too long

High sheriff and police riding after me
Riding after me, yes, coming after me
High sheriff and police coming after me
And I fee like I gotta travel on

Want to see my honey
Want to see her bad
Want to see her bad
Oh, want to see her bad
Want to see my honey
Want to see her bad,
She’s the best girl
This poor boy ever had

High Flyin’ Bird

There’s a high flyin’ bird, flying way up in the sky
And I wonder if she looks down, as she goes on by?
Well, she’s flying so freely in the sky

Lord, look at me here
I’m rooted like a tree here
Got those sit-down can’t cry
Oh Lord, gonna die blues

Now the sun it comes up and lights up the day
And when he gets tired, Lord, he goes on down his way
To the east and to the west he meets God every day

Lord, look at me here
I’m rooted like a tree here
Got those sit-down, can’t cry
Oh Lord, gonna die blues

Now I had a woman
Lord, she lived down by the mine
She ain’t never seen the sun
Oh Lord, never stopped crying

Then one day my woman up and died
Lord, she up and died now
Oh Lord, she up and died now
She wanted to die and the only way to fly is die, die, die

Well there’s a high flyin’ bird, flying way up in the sky
And I wonder if she looks down as she goes on by?
Well, she’s flying so freely in the sky, hey

Lord, look at me here
I’m rooted like a tree here
Got those sit-down, can’t cry
Oh, Lord, gonna die blues

Got those sit-down, can’t cry
Oh, Lord, gonna die blues, hey hey

Jesus’ Chariot (She’ll Be Coming Round The Mountain)

She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She’ll be coming round the mountain, she’ll be coming round the mountain,
She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes

She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes
She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes
She’ll be driving six white horses, she’ll be driving six white horses,
She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes

Oh, we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes
Oh, we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes

Oh, we’ll all go out to meet her, we’ll all go out to meet her,
We’ll all go out to meet her when she comes

She’ll be wearing red pajamas when she comes
She’ll be wearing red pajamas when she comes

She’ll be wearing red pajamas, she’ll be wearing red pajamas,
She’ll be wearing red pajamas when she comes

She will have to sleep with Grandma when she comes
She will have to sleep with Grandma when she comes
She will have to sleep with Grandma, she will have to sleep with Grandma,
She will have to sleep with Grandma when she comes

This Land Is Your Land

[Chorus:]
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me

As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me

[Chorus]

I’ve roamed and rambled and I’ve followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

[Chorus]

The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me

[Chorus]

As I was walkin’ – I saw a sign there
And that sign said – no tress passin’
But on the other side… it didn’t say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!

[Chorus]

In the squares of the city – In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office – I see my people
And some are grumblin’ and some are wonderin’
If this land’s still made for you and me.

[Chorus 2x]

Wayfarin’ Stranger

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
I’m traveling through this world of woe
Yet there’s no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go

I’m going there to see my mother
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather ’round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet golden fields lie just before me
Where God’s redeemed shall ever sleep

I’m going there to see my father
He said he’d meet me when I come
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home

I want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that good land
I want to shout salvation’s story
In concert with the blood-washed band

I’m going there to meet my Saviour
To sing his praise forever more
I’m just a going over Jordan
I’m just a going over home

God Save The Queen

God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen:
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us:
God save the Queen.

O Lord, our God, arise,
Scatter her enemies,
And make them fall.
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On thee our hopes we fix:
God save the Queen.

Thy choicest gifts in store,
On her be pleased to pour;
Long may she reign:
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice
God save the Queen

From every latent foe,
From the assassins blow,
God save the Queen!
O’er her thine arm extend,
For Britain’s sake defend,
Our mother, prince, and friend,
God save the Queen!

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Neil Young and Crazy Horse: Billy Talbot, Ralph Molina, Poncho Sampedro, Neil Young.
Percussion: Orchestra Cymbals, Tambourine – Dan Greco

“This Land Is Your Land” guest vocalists – Pegi Young and Stephen Stills
Chorus and Verse 1 – Neil and Pegi Young
Verse and Chorus 2 – Neil Young and Stephen Stills
Verse and Chorus 3 – Neil Young and Crazy Horse
Verse and Chorus 4 – Neil Young and Americana Choir
Chorus 5 – Neil, Pegi, Stephen, Crazy Horse and Americana Choir

Choir: Zander Ayeroff, Lydia Bachman, Emmeline Lehmann Boddicker, Vilem Lehmann Boddicker,
Joshua Britt, Mariah Britt, Willa Griffin, Nicholas Harper, Ryan Lisack, Rowen Merrill, Zoe Merrill, Megan Muchow, Nolan Muchow, Rennon O’Neal, Daniel O’Brien, Kiana Scott

Produced by Neil Young and John Hanlon with Mark Humphreys
Recorded and Mixed by John Hanlon
Engineered by John Hanlon with John Hausmann and Jeff Pinn
Recorded at Audio Casa Blanca
Mixed at Redwood Digital’s Analog Mixing Room

Choir recorded on Pro Tools at East West Studios, L.A.
East West Engineers assisting John Hanlon and John Hausmann: Jeremy Miller, Ben O’Neill