A BUTCHER’S BOY…….michael hansen

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She went downtown…to look around…her darlin’ boy could not be found

She went back home…to sing the blues…she lit a match and she sparked the fuse

Her house it went…up in smoke…she fell asleep then she awoke

She crossed that shore…she left her life…green grassy hills…know no more strife

She found herself to be full of joy…she forgot all about her butcher’s boy

She now plays cards with the king & queen and she settling up in eternity

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Her father he came in from work…found his home up in smoke

He called in the insurance claim…got a brand new house and a brand new name

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Dont ya dig my grave…don’t ya mark no stone

just tell this world to leave me alone

Don’t turn my life into a lie

don’t tell them love is why i died

People they…they don’t know nothin’

They’re always fightin’ they’re always fussin’

It takes a lot to laugh and cry

My trains on the track and Im ready to ride

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Just scatter my bones…on the loan prairie

And if you get the blues you can think of me

I am the girl you let pass by

If you want to see me again you’re gonna have to die

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Am (hold)

C-Em-Am

MY ROSE, MY BRIDE     written by Michael Hansen

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I wish that girl…that I adore

Would like me just a little more

I hope one day…while she skips the street

One fine morning we might meet

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And I’d be dressed in clothes so fine

She in a tailored dress devine

And we might walk just a little way

And get married just to pass the day

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We’ll build a house just off the square

We’ll raise chickens and a cold black mare

we’ll make our money honestly

and give away what we can for free

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And together we will always be

Ragged I And Rosie She

We shall tend to the kinship tree

we’ll have children for the family

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One for mother…so to spoil

One for father…to help him toil

and one to sail the world around

to show the lost….that they have been found

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And when our age…it makes us rest

Again we’ll dress up in our best

We shall dance…the silver night away

And love forever and a day

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And then midnight…it will take out breath

And we shall happily greet our death

But once we’re safe on the other side

I’ll know you again…My Rose, My Bride

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JOAN OF ARC   written by michael hansen….music by hansen and cyndi lauper

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THERE’S BRIGHT LIGHTS IN ZUCCOTTI PARK

THIS CITY NEEDS AN ANGEL LIKE JOAN OF ARC

PEOPLE THEY’RE A TALKIN’ WALKIN’ ALL OVER TOWN

GONNA GET TOGETHER ROOT THIS COUNTRY DOWN

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LITTLE SHEPARD GIRL FROM THE HILLS OF LORRAINE

TOOK UP THE SWORD AND ROSE TO FAME

MARTYRED BY POLITICAL RELIGIOUS ROMANCE

BURNED AT THE STAKE THE KING OF FRANCE

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THERE’S A MIGHTY MANY PEOPLE AND THEY’RE COMIN’ INTO TOWN

GONNA CHANGE ALL THE COLORS…CHANGE ALL THE SOUNDS

IF YOU GOT VEINS AND YOU GOT BLOOD

GET YOUR FEET OUT A YER SLIPPERS PUT ‘EM IN THE MUD

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HAVE YOU READ THE SONG OF THE LARK?

WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT JOAN OF ARC?

THERE’S A BRIGHT NEW WORLD JUST AROUND THE BEND

LET’S FORGIVE ALL OUR ENEMIES…FORGIVE ALL OUR FRIENDS

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CALL HER A WOMAN CALL HER KING OF FRANCE

BUT SHE NEVER GOT TO MINGLE AT THE COUNTRY DANCE

HER VOICE WAS SILENT HER FEET WERE DUST

GOD BLESSED A WOMAN AIN’T NO MAN YOU CAN TRUST

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LET’S NOT LET ANOTHER LIFE BE TAKEN BY SIN

STAY ANONYMOUS AND WE’RE BOUND TO WIN

DON’T LET THE RICH TAKE HOLD OF YOUR LIFE

LET’S ALL PUT AN END TO STRUGGLE AND STRIFE

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HAVE YOU READ THE SONG OF THE LARK?

WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT JOAN OF ARC?

PSEUDONYM MEET ALIAS

WE’RE LEADERLESS AND ANONYMOUS

(SHE BOP JAM)

PHILLIS::WHEATLEY   written by Michael Hansen

Phillis was the first published African-American Poet

Phillis came over and African Slave…Landed Boston Harbor in the halcyon days…Lord, Mrs. Wheatley took her home…

She mimiced Mary and learned to talk…lord it wasn’t long she picked up the chalk…she learned the Bible with incredible speed…lord that black girl could read…

She remembered from her past but only a sight…her mother pouring water in the morning by rite…lord, but she believed what the bible told…

Children of Cain i’ll not stay with you…oh, Lord God clean me like new…You brought me from my Pagan land & you taught my soul to understand…

But Phillis loved her people & she loved them true…she wanted their soul’s to be new…oh, lord Phillis cried…

“Oh, Damnation ain’t bound to our skin…the glory of God is found within…Oh, you Negroes black as Cain…you may join the angelic train.”

The nobles they loved here but she never felt right…always covered by the company of white…lord, Mrs. Wheatley felt it best…

So Phillis she wrote with the darkening light…the fire could burn on throughout the night…her subjects and senses were all in tune…but lord that war it came too soon…

Bells were ringing all though the town…but Phillis she heard not a sound…Lord, she just didn’t have the time…

She loved America…She loved England too…She told England just what she knew…she said if you continue your grand tyrany…lord, lord you’ll lose greatly…

She went over to England but returned too soon…Mrs. Wheatley was sick in her room…Lord, they had to lay Mrs. Wheatley down…

But the war brought Phillis a worsened Fate…none of her poems could war times relate…so after quick praise from George Washington…her glory faded with the setting sun…

Phillis was freed but left helplessly alone…so she married a man to start a home…lord, Phillis what have you done?

She worked down in a boarding house shed…oh, Lord God two children were dead…her husband left poor Phillis all alone…oh, Lord won’t you please take Phillis home?

“Freedom comes arrayed with chimes divine…In her train commerce and plenty did shine”…oh, Phillis it was almost time…

Phillis she died on the last lord’s day…three children dead and her husband away…no one was there to weep and moan…lord, Phillis died all alone…

The kingfisher builds his nest on the sea…but the wind & the waves are wild and free…oh, Lord that day will come…

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Key of C

two parts

I C—G—F-A-Dm—C—G—C

II C—G—G7—C—G—C

ALL SAINT’S EVE      written my Michael Hansen

I remember all my saintly friends…I see their faces again..

 i see their lost desires like the center of a gem…

They’ve all been down long back roads…they’ve all carried heavy loads…

There’s nothing very light about a life devoid of sin…

(chorus)

so hang me, oh, hang me…and I’ll be dead and gone…

Hang me, oh, hang me before i greet the dawn

Hang me, oh, hang me…and I’ll be dead and gone

Hang me, oh, hang me…Been on the job too long…too long

Martyrs they smoke cigarettes…watch blonds & reds & false brunettes

while they choose the county churches that they think that they might bless

but under their cloak of decency…there’s always so much more to see

and even the professors they can only forge a guess

(chorus)

And the road it is way too long…to ever level right and wrong

at christmas time the kittens they play beneath the tree

and love it is everything…it makes us raise our voices and sing

and everybody everywhere is already free…

(chorus)

chords: usually key of C

c—em—c—em—c—em—am—g (x2)

(chorus) d—c—d—c—d—c—g (hold)repeat then go to D7—F—C

(final time end on am6 chord)