The Roots Of The Blues Lyrics & Chords By The Kipper Family

Come, come with me out to the old churchyard, I so well know those paths 'neath the soft green sward. Friends slumber in there that we want to regard; We will trace out their...read more

BITTER WITHY As it fell out on a high holiday Small rain from the sky did fall Sweet Jesus asked of his own mother dear Whether he might play at ball To play, to play, dear child...read more

The lady sits at her own front door As straight as a willow wand And by there come a lusty smith With his hammer in his hand Crying bide lady bide For there's a nowhere you...read more

I was out one night Acrawling and acreeping. I spied a fair maiden Asnoring and asleeping. Just lay your leg over me, do. Says I, "My pretty monarch, I'll come to bed to...read more

You can see the whole of bloomin London The bloomin palace of the bloomin queen You could almost see the squats in Hackney If it wasn't for the office blocks in between. ...read more