Mighty Day - The Chad Mitchell Trio Reunion Album

Artist(s): The Chad Mitchell Trio

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Mighty Day

length: 2:10


I remember down in Galveston,
When storm winds swept the town,
The high tides from the ocean, Lord,
Put water all around.
[Chorus:]
Wasn't that a mighty day, (a mighty day) a mighty day
(a mighty day) a mighty day, great God that morning
When the storm winds swept the town
The winds began to blowin'.
The rains began to fall.
The lightning shafts were cracklin', Lord,
And the thunder started to roll
[Chorus:]
Wasn't that a mighty day, (a mighty day) a mighty day
(a mighty day) a mighty day, great God that morning
When the storm winds swept the town
The trumpets warned the people,
"You'd better leave this place".
But they never meant to leave their homes
Till death was in their face.
The seas began to rollin'.
The ships they could not land,
I heard a captain crying, "God,
Please save this drowin' man!"
Chorus:]
Wasn't that a mighty day, (a mighty day) a mighty day
(a mighty day) a mighty day, great God that morning
When the storm winds swept the town
The trains they all were loaded
With people leavin' town,
The tracks gave way to the ocean, Lord,
And the trains they went on down.
The waters like some river
They went a-rushin' to and fro
I saw my father drownin', Lord,
And I watched my mother go
Chorus:]
Wasn't that a mighty day, (a mighty day) a mighty day
(a mighty day) a mighty day, great God that morning
When the storm winds swept the town
Now death your hands are icy.
You've got them on my knee.
You took away my mother now.
You're comin' after me.
[Chorus:]
Wasn't that a mighty day, (a mighty day) a mighty day
(a mighty day) a mighty day, great God that morning
When the storm winds swept the town
[Chorus:]
Wasn't that a mighty day, (a mighty day) a mighty day
(a mighty day) a mighty day, great God that morning
When the storm winds swept the town

Four Strong Winds

length: 3:04
Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change come what may
But our good times are all gone

And I'm bound for moving on
I look for you if I'm ever back this way
Think I'll go out to Alberta
Weather's good there in the fall

Got some friends I can go to working for
Still I wish you change your mind
If I asked you one more time
But we've been through that a hundred times or more

If I get there before the snow flies
And if things are going good
You could meet me if I send you down the fare
But by then it would be winter

Ain't too much for you to do
And those winds sure can blow cold way out there

Can't Help But Wonder Where I'm Bound

length: 3:09
I Can't Help But Wonder Where I'm Bound
Chad Mitchell Trio


It's a long and a dusty road.
It's a hard and a heavy load
And the folks we meet ain't always kind.

Some are bad and some are good.
Some have done the best they could.
Some have tried to ease our troubling mind.

Chorus:
And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound.
Can't help but wonder where I'm bound.

I have traveled across this land
Just a-doing the best I can.
Tryin' to find what I was meant to do.

And the faces that I see
Are as worried as can be.
Looks like they've been wonderin', too.

Chorus

I had a buddy, way back home,
But he started out to roam
And I hear he's out by Monterey,

And sometimes, when I've had a few,
His voice comes singin' through
And I'm a-goin' out to see him some old day.

Chorus

If you see us passin' by
And you sit and you wonder why
And you wish that you were a rambler, too.

Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor,
Lace 'em up, bar the door
And thank the stars for the roof that's over you.

Chorus

And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound,
Can't help but wonder where I'm bound.


The Great Historical Bum

length: 3:39

Fyve-io

length: 3:14

The John Birch Society

length: 3:51
By Michael Brown
Oh, we're meetin' at the courthouse at eight o'clock tonight
You just walk in the door and take the first turn to the right
Be careful when you get there, we hate to be bereft
But we're taking down the names of everybody turning left
Oh, we're the John Birch Society, the John Birch Society
Here to save our country from a communistic plot
Join the John Birch Society, help us fill the ranks
To get this movement started we need lots of tools and cranks
Now there's no one that we're certain the Kremlin doesn't touch
We think that Westbrook Pegler doth protest a bit too much
We only hail the hero from whom we got our name
We're not sure what he did but he's our hero just the same
Oh, we're the John Birch Society, the John Birch Society
Socialism is the ism dismalest of all
Join the John Birch Society, there's so much to do
Have you heard they're serving vodka at the WCTU?
Well you've heard about the agents that we've already named
Well MPA has agents that are flauntedly unashamed
We're after Rosie Clooney, we've gotten Pinkie Lee
And the day we get Red Skelton won't that be a victory
Oh we're the John Birch Society, the John Birch Society
Norman Vincent Peale may think he's kidding us along
But the John Birch Society knows he spilled the beans
He keeps on preaching brotherhood, but we know what he means
We'll teach you how to spot 'em in the cities or the sticks
For even Jasper Junction is just full of Bolsheviks
The CIA's subversive and so's the FCC
There's no one left but thee and we, and we're not sure of thee
Oh, we're the John Birch Society, the John Birch Society
Here to save our country from a communistic plot
Join the John Birch Society holding off the Reds
We'll use our hand and hearts and if we must we'll use our heads
Do you want Justice Warren for your Commissar?
Do you want Mrs. Krushchev in there with the DAR?
You cannot trust your neighbor or even next of kin
If mommie is a commie then you gotta turn her in
Oh, we're the John Birch Society, the John Birch Society
Fighting for the right to fight the right fight for the Right
Join the John Birch Society as we're marching on
And we'll all be glad to see you when we're meeting in the John
The John, the John Birch So- ci- I- teee.

Johnnie

length: 4:39
Album:(The Chad Mitchell Trio Collection)

When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all be there,
When Johnny comes marching home.

When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all be there,
When Johnny comes marching home.

With drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo
With drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo
With drums and guns and guns and drums
The enemy nearly slew ye,
Darling John, it's been so long,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Tis glad I am to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
Tis glad I am to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
Tis glad I am to see ye home
My darling John, so pale and worn
So low in check, so high in bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all be there,
When Johnny comes marching home.

Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild
When my poor heart you first beguiled
Why did ye run from me and the child
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all be there,
When Johnny comes marching home.

Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run
When first you went to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

Ye haven't an arm, and ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, and ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, and ye haven't a leg
Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
And Ye'll have to put with a bowl to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all be there,
When Johnny comes marching home

The Ballad Of The Greenland Whalers

length: 2:53

Which Hat Shall I Wear?

length: 3:34

The Sinking Of Reuben James

length: 3:02

An African Song (Whimoweh/Mbube)

length: 2:19

Maladyozhenaya

length: 2:33

Lizzie Borden

length: 3:12
Yesterday in old Fall River, Mr. Andrew Borden died,
And they got his daughter Lizzie on a charge of homicide
Some folks say she didn't do it others say of course she did
But they all agree, Miss Lizzie B. was a problem kinda kid

'Cause you can't chop your papa up in Massachausettes
Not even if it's planned as a surprise
No, you can't chop your papa up in Massachausettes
You know how neighbors love to criticize

Well, she got him on the sofa where he'd gone to take a snooze,
And I hope he went to heaven, 'cause he wasn't wearing shoes
Lizzie kinda rearranged him with a hatchet so they say
Then she got her mother in that same old fashioned way

But you can't chop your mama up in Massachausettes
Not even if you're tired of her cuisine
No can't chop your mama up in Massachausettes
You know it's almost sure to cause a scene

Oh they really kept her hoppin on that busy afternoon
With both down and upstairs hoppin while she hummed a ragtime tune
They really made her hustle and when all was said and done
She removed her mother's bustle when she wasn't wearing one

Now can't chop your mama up in Massachausettes
And then blame all the damage on the mice
No you can't chop your mama up in Massachausettes
That sort of thing just isn't very nice.

Now it wasn't done for pleasure and it wasn't done for spite
And it wasn't done because the lady wasn't very bright
She'd always done the slightest thing that mom and papa bid
They said, "Lizzie, cut it out!" so that's exactly what she did!

But you can't chop your papa up in Massachausettes
And then get dressed and go out for a walk
No you can't chop your papa up in Massachausettes
Massachausettes is a far cry from New York

Shut the door and lock and latch it - here comes Lizzie with a brand new hatchet!

Such a snob I heard it said, she met her pa and cut him dead!

Jump like a fish - jump like a porpoise, all join hands and habeas corpus!

For Baby (For Bobbie)

length: 3:53
composer: John Denver
lyricist: John Denver
I'll walk in the rain by your side
I'll cling to the warmth of your hand
I'll do anything to keep you satisfied
I'll love you more than anybody can

And the wind will whisper your name to me
Little birds will sing along in time
Leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime

I'll be there when you're feeling down
To kiss away the fears if you cry
I'll share with you all the happiness I've found
A reflection of the love in your eyes

And I'll sing you the songs of the rainbow
A whisper of the joy that is mine
And leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime

I'll walk in the rain by your side
I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand
I'll do anything to help you understand
And I'll love you more than anybody can

And the wind will whisper your name to me
Little birds will sing along in time
Leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime

Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream

length: 2:19