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Oh, the people would come from far away,
To dance all night to the break of day.
When the caller would holler: "Do Si Do",
They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go.
Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!
Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy",
And he played the one they called the "Boston Boy".
Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn",
To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins.
Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
I'll never forget that mournful day
When old Uncle Pen was called away,
He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow,
And he knew it was time for him to go.
Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
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I’ll never love anybody but you, baby, baby
I’ll never love anybody but you if you’ll be my girl
Oh yes believe me it’s true
Oh yes, I’ll love nobody but you
I’ll always be true to you, baby, baby
I’ll always be true to you if you’ll be my girl
Oh yes believe me it’s true
Oh yes, I’ll love nobody but you
I’ll take you out every night, baby, baby
I’ll take you out if you’ll be my girl
Oh yes believe me it’s true
Oh yes, I’ll love nobody but you
I’ll never love anybody but you, baby, baby
I’ll never love anybody but you if you’ll be my girl
Oh yes believe me it’s true
Oh yes, I’ll love nobody but you
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Little Pauline where'd you stake your claim
Down by Quartz Creek swollen swollen by the rain
Storm on the mountain flooded Pitkin town
Little Pauline fell in the creek and drowned
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Her name was Susie and her hair was long
And I had a shoulder she could cry upon
Then one night she let her hair hang low
All was peachy till I heard her scream
"Hey, could you teach me how to cook and clean?"
Then her heart went cold, cold as a kitchen knife!
Now I've been
Stabbed with a Kiss
Straight through the heart
Who knew that love could ever be so sharp?
Oh it was bliss
Till it all went tart
Now I've been stabbed with a kiss through the heart
Susie and me we had but three
Lovely little puppies as a family
Then one night the dogs let out a howl
They saw the neighbor dog and they wanted to mate
And all three at once went for the hole in the gate
And to this very day, you can still hear the puppies growl!
Cause they been
Stabbed with a Kiss
Straight through the heart
Who knew that love could ever be so sharp?
Oh it was bliss
Till it all went tart
Now I've been stabbed with a kiss through the heart
Now I've been
Stabbed with a Kiss
Straight through the heart
Who knew that love could ever be so sharp?
Oh it was bliss
Till it all went tart
Now I've been stabbed with a kiss through the heart
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The trains don’t run no more In Boston
Can’t get past Kenmore To Newton
I’m on my way To my baby’s house
But I can’t go North I can’t go South
Cause the trains don’t run no more In Boston
I bought 12 roses a suit and tie
And maybe, my Baby, you wonder why
I laid down dollars on a diamond ring
Honey, there’s just one thing
I'm halfway to your door
You won't have to wait no more (no more)
But the trains don't run no more in Boston
I bought 12 roses a suit and tie (suit and tie)
And maybe, my Baby, you wonder why (wonder why)
I laid down dollars on a diamond ring (diamond oo)
Honey, there’s just one thing
The trains don’t run no more In Boston
Can’t get past Kenmore To Newton
I’ve never been The type of man
To be behind With a wedding band
But the trains don’t run no more In Boston
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Precious memories unseen angels
Sent form somewhere to my soul
How they linger ever near me
And the sacred past unfolds
Precious memories how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold
Precious father loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes from my childhood
In fond memory appear
Precious memories how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold
As I travel on life’s pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder hope grows fonder
Precious memories flood my soul
Precious memories how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold
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It was in the spring one sunny day
My good gal left me Lord she went away
And now she’s gone but I don’t worry
‘Cause I’m sitting on top of the world
She called me up from down in El Paso
Said come back, daddy, man I need you so
And now she’s gone but I don’t worry
‘Cause I’m sitting on top of the world
Mississippi River, long, deep and wide
I know my woman's waiting on the other side
And now she’s gone but I don’t worry
‘Cause I’m sitting on top of the world
Don't like my peaches stay out of my tree
Get on out of my orchard, and let my peaches be
And now she’s gone but I don’t worry
‘Cause I’m sitting on top of the world
Now she’s gone but I don’t worry
‘Cause I’m sitting on top of the world
In the gravel yard, with a number for my name
Making little rocks out of big rocks all day
Oh, the work is mighty hard in the gravel yard
I’ll never be a free man, so they say
Warden hear my plea, listen now to me
I killed a man that I caught with my wife
You’d probably done the same, so I am not to blame
Sentenced to the rest of my life
In the gravel yard, with a number for my name
Making little rocks out of big rocks all day
Oh, the work is mighty hard in the gravel yard
I’ll never be a free man, so they say
In the driven rain with a ball and chain
My hammer rings a low mournful sound
It sings a little song for the ones who done me wrong
Who lie beneath the cold, cold ground
In the gravel yard, with a number for my name
Making little rocks out of big rocks all day
Oh, the work is mighty hard in the gravel yard
I’ll never be a free man, so they say
In the gravel yard, with a number for my name
Making little rocks out of big rocks all day
Oh, the work is mighty hard in the gravel yard
I’ll never be a free man, so they say
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I was standing on the corner with the low-down blues
Great big hole in the bottom of my shoes
Honey let me be your salty dog
Let me be your salty dog or I won't be your man at all,
Honey let me be your salty dog
Now look here Sal I know you
Run down stocking and a worn-out shoe
Honey let me be your salty dog
Let me be your salty dog or I won't be your man at all,
Honey let me be your salty dog
I was down in wild wood sitting on a log
Finger on the trigger and eye on a hog
Honey let me be your salty dog
Let me be your salty dog or I won't be your man at all,
Honey let me be your salty dog
I pulled the trigger and the gun said go
Shot fell over in Mexico
Honey let me be your salty dog.
Let me be your salty dog or I won't be your man at all,
Honey let me be your salty dog
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Trevino's Favoritos was premiered as a live virtual concert on July 2nd, 2020. Hungry for new ways to collaborate as a band while quarantining in separate locations, The Ruta Beggars recorded their parts in isolation, though interacting online constantly throughout the development. The unique recording process brought a new sound to The Ruta Beggars, with emphasis on details not possible during a traditional live performance.
Trevin Nelson (banjo) was nominated by the group to create the set list featuring only his favorite songs, and, because of his exquisite taste in music, it turned out to be a particularly fun collection of songs.
Trevino's Favoritos showcases new renditions of Ruta Beggars originals like Little Pauline and The Trains Don't Run No More (In Boston) as well as creative new versions of the classics of bluegrass, starting with Uncle Penn and finishing with Salty Dog.
Please enjoy Trevino's Favoritos!
