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the young original sounds of Porcupine Creek.
(upbeat banjo music)
(upbeat bluegrass music)
(mandolin solo)
(upbeat bluegrass music)
(audience applauding)
(upbeat guitar music)
(upbeat bluegrass music)
Oh yonder stands little Maggie
With a dram glass in her hands
She's drinking away her troubles
And courting another man
Oh how can I ever stand it
Just to see them two blue eyes
A shining oh in the moonlight
Like two diamonds in the sky
Pretty flowers were made for blooming
Pretty stars were made to shine
Pretty women were made for lovin'
Little Maggie was made for mine
Last time I saw Little Maggie
She was sittin' on the banks of the sea
With a 44 around her
And a banjo on her knee
(banjo solo)
Lay down your last gold dollar
Lay down your gold watch and chain
Little Maggie's gonna dance for daddy
Listen to that old banjo ring
I'm a going down to the station
With my suitcase in my hand
I'm a going away to leave you
I'm going to some far distant land
Go away go away little Maggie
Go and do the best you can
I'll get me another woman
You can get you another man
Thank you.
(audience applauding)
(fast banjo music)
I'm going out on the highway
Listen to those big trucks whine
I'm going out on the highway
Listen to those big trucks whine
Oh white freight liner won't you steal away my mind
New Mexico ain't bad boy
The people here they'll treat you kind
New Mexico ain't bad boy
The people here they'll treat you kind
Oh white freight liner won't you steal away my mind
Well there's bad news from Houston
Half of my friends are dyin'
There's bad news from Houston
Half of my friends are dyin'
Oh white freight liner won't you steal away my mind
(fiddle solo)
Well Lord I'm bound to ramble
'Til I get back from where I came
Well Lord I'm bound to ramble
'Til I get back from where I came
Oh white freight liner won't you haul away my brain
I'm going out on the highway
Listen to those big trucks whine
I'm going out on the highway
Listen to those big trucks whine
Oh white freight liner won't you steal away my mind
(mumbling)
(banjo solo)
(audience applauding)
Thank you very much.
- Thank you!
Well, we're Porcupine Creek and we're really glad to be here
at the Minnesota Bluegrass and Old Time Music Festival,
and uh, yeah, well we're just having so much fun,
how 'bout everybody out there?
(cheering)
We uh, we played a couple of hours ago up in the family area
and so that was kind of our warm up show,
but anyway yeah we're really glad to be up here.
This is our first time here on the main stage,
we're so excited.
Thanks everybody for having us.
Old Bill was a saw mill man
Who lived down by the junction
Never had to ask him twice
About his point of view
He set his jaw to the ringing saw
And let the old steel function
Cut a length all smelling new
Old Bill was a saw mill man
He called his darlin' pumpkin
All around the little town
That grew out from his saw
A fine life for a saw mill man
Livin' by the junction
A log train rolled right by his door
(fiddle solo)
His old blade a saw was made
Of long planks (mumbling) timber
He knew every kind of wood
He never made enough
If any man was ever green
Hold the (mumbles)
Stout as oak (mumbling)
Old Bill was a saw mill man
He called his darlin' pumpkin
All around the little town
That grew out from his saw
A fine life for a saw mill man
Living by the junction
A log train rolled right by his door
Now those days have passed away
Like they were only foolin'
The rusty blade has been that way
Many long years
No more does the saw mill man
Walk down to the junction
A log train rolled right by his door
Old Bill was a saw mill man
He called his darlin' pumpkin
All around the little town
That grew out from his saw
A fine life for a saw mill man
Livin' by the junction
A log train rolled right by his door
A log train rolled right by his door
(audience applauding)
(upbeat bluegrass music)
It's been 10 years and three since I first went to sea
Since I sailed from old Ireland to home
But those hills lush and green
Were a part of my dream
When I dreamed of my Colleen Malone
On the day I returned
To my sorrow I learned
That the angels had called her away
To a grave on a hill overlooking the mill
That's the place where she's sleeping today
As the soft breezes blow
Through the meadow I go
Past the mill with the moss-covered stone
Up the pathway I climb
Through the woods and the vines
Just to be with my Colleen Malone
- [Voiceover] Thank you for watching Grass Land Jam.
Join us next time for more bluegrass
and old time music.
- [Voiceover] Funding for this program
has been provided by
the Minnesota Arts and Cultural Heritage Fund
through a vote of the people of Minnesota
on November 4th, 2008.
And her heart was as pure as a dove
As the soft breezes blow
Through the meadow I go