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If My Luck Don't Change

by Tin Cup Rattlers

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On this debut album, the Tin Cup Rattlers share a warm and vibrant take on several of their favorite old songs. Their clawhammer banjo, old time harmonica, and mountain vocals echo the pure joy of music heard from the porches, fields, barn dances and churches of southern Appalachia for generations. As in their live performances, they hope you'll share in the fun and sing along. These old songs are meant to be enjoyed together.

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released November 20, 2016

Marcy Paulson: Vocals, Harmonica, Mandolin
Jeff Paulson: Vocals, Banjo, Guitar
(c) 2016 Jeff & Marcy Paulson
Chattanooga, TN * All Rights Reserved

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Tin Cup Rattlers Chattanooga, Tennessee

Jeff and Marcy Paulson of the Tin Cup Rattlers love sharing old-time ballads, gospels, and folksongs in the tradition of their home in Southeast Tennessee. Their blend of clawhammer banjo, old-time harmonica, and mountain singing is original, yet demonstrates compelling reverence for tradition. This duo is drawn to time-honored tunes and their love for the music is infectious. ... more

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Track Name: Wreck of the Ol' 97
On one cloudless morning I stood on the mountain,
Just watching the smoke below,
It was coming from a tall, slim smokestack
Way down on the Southern railroad.

It was that old 97, the fastest train
That had Ever run the Southern line,
All the freight trains and the passengers take the side for 97,
For she's bound to be at stations on time.

They gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia,
Saying, "Steve, you're way behind time.
She is not the 38, but she's the old 97,
You must put her into Spencer on time."

He looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman,
"Shovel in a little more coal,
When I take her across that old White Oak Mountain
You just watch Old 97 roll."

It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville,
And the lie was a three-mile grade,
He was going down that grade when he lost his air brakes,
And you see what a jump that she made.

He was going down the grade making 90 miles an hour,
When his whistle broke into a scream,
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle,
He was scalded to death by the steam.

Well the telegram came in from Washington Station,
And this is how it read.
Oh, that brave engineer who ran old 97,
He lays in old Danville dead.

Come all you ladies and hear my warning,
From this time on and learn.
Never speak a harsh word to your true loving husband.
He may leave you never to return.
Track Name: Are You From Dixie?
Well hello there stranger, how do you do?
There's something I'd like to say to you.
Don't be surprised if I recognize.
I'm no detective, but I just surmised.
You're from the place that I'm longing to be.
You're smiling face seems to say to me,
You're from my own land,
My sunny homeland.
Tell me, can it be?

Chorus:
That you're from Dixie.
I said from Dixie.
Where the fields of cotton beckon to me.
It's good to see you.
Tell me, how be you?"
And the friends I'm longing to see.
If you're from Alabam' or Tennessee or Caroline.
Any place below that Mason-Dixon Line.
Then you're from Dixie,
I said from Dixie.
And I'm from Dixie too!

Well it was way back in 89,
I crossed that old Mason-Dixon Line.
Gee but I yern--
I long to return,
To that old place that I left behind.
My home's down in old Alabam'.
On a plantation near Birmingham.
There's one thing certain,
I'm always flirting,
With them south-bound trains.

Chorus:
That run to Dixie.
I said to Dixie.
Where the fields of cotton beckon to me.
It's good to see you.
Tell me, how be you?"
And the friends I'm longing to see.
If you're from Alabam' or Tennessee or Caroline.
Any place below that Mason-Dixon Line.
Then you're from Dixie,
I said from Dixie.
And I'm from Dixie too!
Yeah, I'm from Dixie too!
Track Name: Cluck Old Hen
I've got a hen, a good old hen.
She lays eggs for the railroad men.
Sometimes eight, sometimes ten.
That's enough for the railroad men.

Chorus:

Cluck old hen, cluck and sing.
You ain't laid an egg since way last spring.
Cluck old hen. Cluck and squall.
You ain't laid an egg since way last fall.

My old hen, she won't do.
She lays eggs and tatters too.
First time she cackled, she cackled a lot.
Next time she cackles, she'll cackle in the pot.

Chorus:

My old hen had a wooden leg.
Best old hen that ever laid an egg.
Laid more eggs than any hen on the farm.
A little drop of liquor wouldn't do her no harm.
Track Name: I'm Thinking Tonight (of My Blue Eyes)
Would be better for us both had we never,
In this wide, wicked world had never met.
For the pleasure that we have shared together,
I am sure love, I never will forget.

Chorus:
Oh, I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes,
Who is sailing far over the sea.
Oh, I'm thinking tonight of him only,
And I wonder if he ever thinks of me.

Oh, you told me once dear, that you loved me,
And you swore that we never would part.
But a link n that chain has been broken.
Leaves me here with a cold and aching heart.

When the cold, cold grave shall enclose me.
Will you come love, and shed just one tear?
Will you tell and the strangers around you,
That the poor heart you've broken lies here?
Track Name: John Hardy
John Hardy was a desperate little man.
He carried two guns every day.
He shot down a man on the West Virginia line,
And you out to seen John Hardy getting away, poor boy!
You out to seen John Hardy getting away.

John Hardy stood in that old bar room,
So drunk that he could not see.
The Marshall took John Hardy by his arm.
Said, "Johnny, you come and go with me, poor boy.
Johnny, you come and go with me."

John Hardy stood in that old jail cell.
The tears rolling from his eyes.
He said, "I've been the death of many a poor boy,
But my six shooter never told no lies, God knows!
That six shooter never told no lies."

The first one to visit John Hardy in his cell,
Was a little girl all dressed in blue.
She came down to that old jail cell,
Said, Johnny, I'll be true to you, God knows!
Johnny, I'll be true to you."

The next one to visit John Hardy in his cell,
Was a little girl all dressed in red.
She came down to that old jail cell,
Said, "Johnny, I had rather seen you dead, God knows.
Johnny I had rather seen you dead."

"I've been to the east and I've been to the west.
I've traveled this whole world round.
I've been to the river, and I've been baptized.
You can take me on to my burying ground, God knows!
Just take me on to my burying ground."

John Hardy was a desperate little man.
He carried two guns every day.
He shot down a man on the West Virginia line,
And you out to seen John Hardy getting away, poor boy!
You out to seen John Hardy getting away.
Track Name: Hang Me, Oh Hang Me
Chorus
Hang me, oh hang me. I'll be dead and gone.
Hang me, oh hang me. I'll be dead and gone.
I wouldn't mind the hanging, it's the laying in the grave so long, God knows!
I've been all around this world.

My father was a gambling man, he taught me how to play.
My father was a gambling man, he taught me how to play.
He said, "You'll never go begging, if you hold the ace and tray, God knows!"
I've been all around this world.

I've been all around Cape Girardeau, and parts of Arkansas.
Been so tired and hungry, I could hide behind a straw, God knows!
I've been all around this world.

Went up on a mountain, and there I made my stand.
I went up on a mountain, and there I made my stand.
A rifle on my shoulder, and a dagger in my hand, God knows!
I've been all around this world.

My mama and my papa and my baby sister makes three.
My mama and my papa and my baby sister makes three.
They'll come in the morning, for to see the end of me, God knows!
Been all around this world.

Chorus

If you'll play me one last tune, I'll be on my way.
If you'll play me one last tune, I'll be on my way.
Just let me hear your banjo, and I'll be on my way, God knows!
Been all around this world.

They put that rope around my neck and hung me up so high.
They put that rope around my neck and hung me up so high.
Last words I ever heard, "Won't be long before you die, God knows!"
Been all around this world.


(Chorus)
Track Name: Columbus Stockade Blues
Way down in Columbus, Georgia
Want to be back in Tennessee
Way down in Columbus Stockade
Well my friends all turned their backs on me
Go and leave me if you wish to
Never let it cross your mind
In your heart you love another
Leave me little darling, I don't mind
Last night as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
When I awoke I was mistaken
Lord I found I was peeping through the bars
Many a day with you I've rambled
Many a happy hour with you I've spent
Thought your was mine heart forever
Now I find it's only lent
Track Name: Workin' on a Buildin'
If I was a sinner, I'll tell you what I would do.
I would quit those sinning ways and work on a building too.

(Chorus)
I'm working on a building. I'm working on a building.
Working on a building for my Lord, for my Lord.
It's a Holy Ghost building, a Holy Ghost building,
A Holy Ghost building for my Lord, for my Lord.

If I was a liar, I'll tell you what I would do.
I would quit those lying ways and work on a building too.

(Chorus)

If I was a rounder, I'll tell you what I would do.
I would quit those rounding ways and work on a building too.

(Chorus)

If I was a preacher, I'll tell you what I would do.
I'd keep right on preaching and I'd work on a building too.

(Chorus)
Track Name: Cannonball Blues
You can wash my jumpers, starch my overalls
Catch that train they call the cannonball
From Buffalo to Washington

Listen to the that train, comin' on down the line
Tryin' to make up for all of its lost time
From Buffalo to Washington

Now I'm cryin' 'cause she's gone
Feel like I'm dyin' 'cause she's gone
Solid gone

Listen to that train, comin' on down the track
Carry me away but it ain't gonna carry me back
From Buffalo to Washington

Oh my baby left me, she even took my shoes
It's enough to give a man those doggone walkin' blues
From Buffalo to Washington

Now I'm cryin' 'cause she's gone
Feel like I'm dyin' 'cause she's gone
Solid gone

Well I'm goin' up north, I'm goin' up north this fall
If my luck don't change I won't be back at all
From Buffalo to Washington

You can wash my jumpers, starch my overalls
Catch that train they call the cannonball
From Buffalo to Washington

Now I'm cryin' 'cause she's gone
Feel like I'm dyin' 'cause she's gone
Solid gone
Track Name: Cold Rain and Snow
Well, I married me a wife.
She gave me trouble all my life.
Threw me out in that cold rain and snow.
Rain and snow, oh Lord!
Threw me out in that cold rain and snow.

Well I’ve done all I can do,
Just to try to get along with you.
I ain’t going to be treated this a way.
This a way, oh Lord!
I ain’t going to be treated this a way.

Well, I saw her coming down the stair.
Tossing back her long, yellow hair.
And her cheeks were as red as a rose.
As a rose, oh Lord!
Yes her cheek was as red as a rose.

And I’ve seen her sitting in the shade,
Counting every dime I made.
I’m so cold, and I’m hungry too.
Hungry too, oh Lord.
I’m so cold, and I’m hungry too.

Well, she come into the room,
where she met her fatal doom.
I’m not going to go back there no more.
No more, oh Lord!
I’m not going to go back there no more.

Well, I married me a wife.
She gave me trouble all my life.
Threw me out in the cold rain and snow.
Rain and snow, oh Lord!
Threw me out in the cold rain and snow.
Track Name: Dixie Darlin'
Way down below the Mason-Dixon line
There's where they honeysuckle are entwined
There's where the southern breezes blow
And there's where the daisies grow

Girls in the north in their gay finery
Whrilin' 'round in society
Singin' songs of my dixie darlin'
That's where I want to be

My dixie darlin', listen to the song I sing
Beneath a silver moon, with my banjo right in tune
My heart is ever true, I love no one but you
My dixie darlin', my dixie queen

Goin' down south to have a good time
See my gal in old Caroline
Drink my booze and do as I please
And them gals I long to squeeze

Goin' down south where the southern wind's blowin'
There's where I long to be goin'
There's where the jelly roll's rollin'
With my dixie queen

My dixie darlin', listen to the song I sing
Beneath a silver moon, with my banjo right in tune
My heart is ever true, I love no one but you
My dixie darlin', my dixie queen
Track Name: The Crawdad Song
(Chorus)
You get a line, I’ll get a pole, honey.
You get a line, I’ll get a pole, babe.
You get a line, I’ll get a pole,
We’ll go down to the rrawdad hole,
Honey, baby mine.

Well, I’ve seen a man with a sack on his back, honey.
I’ve seen a man with a sack on his back babe.
I’ve seen a man with a sack on his back,
Packing more crawdads than he could pack.
Honey, baby mine.

That man fell down and broke his sack, honey.
That man fell down and broke his sack, babe.
That man fell down and broke his sack.
You see those crawdads backing back.
Honey, baby mine.
(Chorus)

Well, what you donna do if you loose your pole, honey?
What you gonna do if you loose your pole, babe?
What you gonna do if you loose your pole?
Just sit and stare down a crawdad hole.
Honey, baby mine.

And what you gonna do if the lake runs dry, honey?
What you gonna do if the lake runs dry, babe?
What you gonna do if the lake runs dry?
Just sit on the bank and watch crawdads die.
Honey, baby mine.
(Chorus)

Get up now, you slept too late, honey.
Get up now, you slept too late, babe.
Get up now, you slept too late.
That crawdad man done passed our gate.
Honey, baby mine.

I’ll sell my crawdads three for a dime, honey.
I’ll sell my crawdads three for a dime, babe.
I’ll sell my crawdads three for a dime.
Your crawdads ain’t good as mind.
Honey, baby mine.
(Chorus)
Track Name: Oh Susanna
Well I’ve come from Alabama,
My banjo on my knee.
I’ve gone to Louisiana,
My true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left.
The weather was bone dry.
The sun so hot I froze to death.
Susanna, don’t you cry.
(Chorus)
Oh Susanna, don’t you cry for me.
I’ve come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.

I had a dream the other night,
When everything was still.
I thought I saw Susanna.
She was coming up the hill.
A buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
And a tear was in her eye.
I said, “I’m a coming from the south.
Susanna, don’t you cry.
(Chorus)

When I get to New Orleans,
Then I’ll look around.
And if I find Susanna,
I will fall down on the ground.
But if I do not find that girl,
This man will surely die.
And when I’m dead and buried, Lord!
Susanna, don’t you cry.
(Chorus)
Track Name: Grave on a Green Hillside
There's a little grave on a green hillside
That lies in the morning sun
And the wayworn feet often wander there
When the cares of the day are done
We sometimes sit as the twilight falls
And talk of a far off land
And we sometimes feel in the twilight there
The touch of a vanished hand
Grave on a green hillside
Grave on a green hillside
In the years to come we will calmly sleep
In a grave on a green hillside
And this land is full of these little graves
In the valleys, plains, and hills
There's an angel, too, for each little grave
An angel's mission fills
I know not how, but I sometimes think
They lead us with gentle hands
And a whisper falls on a willing ear
From the shore of a far off land
Grave on a green hillside
Grave on a green hillside
In the years to come we will calmly sleep
In a grave on a green hillside
And these little graves are but wayside marks
That point to a far off land
And they speak to the soul of a better day
Of a day that's near at hand
Though we first must walk through this darksome fields
Yet Christ will be our guide
We will reach the shore of a far off land
Through a grave on a green hillside
Grave on a green hillside
Grave on a green hillside
We will reach the shore of a far off land
Through a grave on a green hillside