Gonna Die With My Hammer In My Hand Lyrics & Chords By Harry Smith's Anthology American Folk Music

Red Blooms When the fists of winter fly Driving bones into the snow Blackened frostbitten nights Vodka running dry The statues cloaked in white Migrants from museums Losing...read more

It was on one fine March morning I bid New Orleans adieu. And I was on the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew, I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain, ...read more

I got the blues when my baby left me down by the Frisco Bay An ocean liner came and took her away I didn't mean to treat her bad, she was the best gal I ever had She said...read more

There is a house in New Orleans You call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many a poor soul And me, oh God, I'm one. If I'd listened to what mama said, I'd...read more

And I've come to know the wish list of my father I've come to know the shipwrecks where he's been I've come to wish allow Among the overdressed crowd Come to witness now the...read more