Ain't That News Album

Artist(s): Tom Paxton

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Ain't That News

length: 1:32

I've got news of the very best kind
About troubles that are falling behind
About people that used to be blind
Till they opened up their eyes to see
It's news, when they begin to ask why
They're poor until the day that they die
They're tired of the pie in the sky
And they want some security

And that's news, news, ain't that news?
Ain't that something to see?
News, news, you talk about your news
It's mighty good news to me

I've got news about some ordinary men
They heard it preached time and again
To be patient and grateful, amen
And "Don't agitate around here"
They argued and they talked it around
And they woke up and here's what they found
Their voices made a mighty big sound
Till they didn't know the meaning of fear

And that's news, news, ain't that news?
Ain't that something to see?
News, news, you talk about your news
It's mighty good news to me

In a hazard they're meeting at night
Organizing, and doing it right
And planning for a hell of a fight
And they sure don't aim to lose
In New York the tenants said no
The slumlord ain't getting our dough
They're fed up and I want you to know
That's the very best kind of news

And that's news, news, ain't that news?
Ain't that something to see?
News, news, you talk about your news
It's mighty good news to me

That's news, news, ain't that news?
Ain't that something to see?
News, news, you talk about your news
It's mighty good news to me

The Willing Conscript

length: 2:34
producer: Paul A. Rothchild
vocal: Tom Paxton
bass: Felix Pappalardi
guitar: Tom Paxton and Barry Kornfeld
banjo: Barry Kornfeld
composer: Tom Paxton
lyricist: Tom Paxton
The Willing Conscript
Words and Music by Tom Paxton
Oh Sergeant I'm a draftee and I've just arrived in camp.
I've come to wear the uniform and join the martial tramp.
And I want to do my duty, but one thing I do implore
You must give me lessons, sergeant, for I've never killed before.

To do my job obediently is my only desire.
To learn my weapon thoroughly and how to aim and fire.
To learn to kill the enemy and then to slaughter more,
I'll need instruction, sergeant, for I've never killed before.

Now there are several lessons that I haven't mastered yet.
I haven't got the hang of how to use the bayonet.
If he doesn't die at once am I to stick him with it more?
Oh, I hope you will be patient, for I've never killed before.

Oh, there are rumors in the camp about our enemy.
They say that when you see him he looks just like you and me.
But you deny it, Sergeant, and you are a man of war,
So you must give me lessons, for I've never killed before.

The hand grenade is something that I just don't understand.
You've got to throw it quickly or you're apt to lose your hand.
Does it blow a man to pieces with it's wicked, muffled roar?
Oh, I've got so much to learn because I've never killed before.

Oh, I want to thank you, Sergeant, for the help you've been to me.
For you've taught me how to slaughter and to hate the enemy.
And I know that I'll be ready when they march me off to war,
And I know that it won't matter that I've never killed before.
And I know that it won't matter that I've never killed before.

Lyndon Johnson Told the Nation

length: 3:02
producer: Paul A. Rothchild
vocal: Tom Paxton
bass: Felix Pappalardi
guitar: Tom Paxton and Barry Kornfeld
banjo: Barry Kornfeld
I got a letter from L.B.J
It said, "This is your lucky day"
It's time to put your khaki trousers on
Though it may seem very queer
We've got no jobs to give you here
So we are sending you to Vietnam

Lyndon Johnson told the nation
Have no fear of escalation
I am trying everyone to please
Though it isn't really war
We're sending fifty thousand more
To help save Vietnam from the Vietnamese

I jumped off the old troop ship
And sank in mud up to my hips
I cussed until the captain called me down
Never mind how hard it's raining
Think of all the ground we're gaining
Just don't take one step outside of town

Lyndon Johnson told the nation
Have no fear of escalation
I am trying everyone to please
Though it isn't really war
We're sending fifty thousand more
To help save Vietnam from the Vietnamese

Every night the local gentry
Slip out past the sleeping sentry
They go to join the old V see
In their nightly little dramas
They put on their black pajamas
And come lobbing mortar shells at me

When Lyndon Johnson told the nation
Have no fear of escalation
I am trying everyone to please
Though it isn't really war
We're sending fifty thousand more
To help save Vietnam from the Vietnamese

We go round in helicopters
Like a bunch of big grasshoppers
Searching for the Viet Cong in vain
They left a note that they had gone
They had to get down to Saigon
Their government positions to maintain

And Lyndon Johnson told the nation
Have no fear of escalation
I am trying everyone to please
Though it isn't really war
We're sending fifty thousand more
To help save Vietnam from the Vietnamese

Well, here I sit in this rice paddy
Wondering about Big Daddy
And I know that Lyndon loves me so
Yet how sadly I remember
Way back yonder in November
When he said I'd never have to go

And Lyndon Johnson told the nation
Have no fear of escalation
I am trying everyone to please
Though it isn't really war
We're sending fifty thousand more
To help save Vietnam from the Vietnamese

Hold on to Me Babe

length: 3:10
As my aching head is begging for a sleep that will not come
I rise and walk the morning street again
I keep wondering how you're doing and I wonder where you are
And I know I'll be all right, but I don't know when
Hold onto me, babe, wherever you may be
Hold onto me, babe, I'm with you always
There was something locked in side you like a secret burning pain
In a prison where you would not let me go
I was sure we'd find an answer, til I woke and found you gone
Now just what it was, I guess I'll never know
I keep hanging onto something, but I don't know what it is
But at least I know the sound of my own name
And I work as hard as ever and I see the same old friends
But there's something deep inside that ain't the same
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The Name of the Game Is Stud

length: 1:55

Bottle of Wine

length: 2:23
producer: Paul A. Rothchild
vocal: Tom Paxton
bass: Felix Pappalardi
guitar: Tom Paxton and Barry Kornfeld
banjo: Barry Kornfeld
composer: Tom Paxton
lyricist: Tom Paxton
Ramblin' around this dirty old town
Singin' for nickels and dimes
Times getting rough I ain't got enough
To buy me a bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Leave me along, let me go home
I wann'a go back and start over

Little hotel, older than Hell
Cold and as dark as a mine
Blanket so thin, I lie there and grin
Buy me little bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Leave me along, let me go home
I wann'a go back and start over

Aches in my head, bugs in my bed
Pants so old that they shine
Out on the street, tell the people I meet
Won'ch buy me a bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Leave me along, let me go home
I wann'a go back and start over

Teacher must teach, and the preacher must preach
Miner must dig in the mine
I ride the rods, trusting in God
And hugging my bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Leave me along, let me go home
I wann'a go back and start over

The Natural Girl for Me

length: 2:37

Goodman, Schwerner and Chaney

length: 2:41

We Didn't Know

length: 2:22

Buy a Gun for Your Son

length: 2:30

Every Time

length: 3:11
producer: Paul A. Rothchild
vocal: Tom Paxton
bass: Felix Pappalardi
guitar: Tom Paxton and Barry Kornfeld
banjo: Barry Kornfeld
Every time I hear a sweet bird singin',
I think of you and I my dear, I think of you and I.
When I hear the evenin' bells a-ringin',
I hang my head and cry my dear, I hang my head and cry.
And they will ring, and they will ri - i - ing
When we are gone.

Every time I hear your soft voice hummin',
My heart jumps in my breast my dear, my heart jumps in my breast.
And until I hear your footsteps comin',
I sure can know no rest my dear, I sure can know no rest.
I will love you,I will love you - ou - ou
When we are gone.
I will love you,I will love you - ou - ou
When we are gone.

Georgie on the Freeways

length: 3:09
The summer sun was beating down,
Oh pity would it show
George Chester's office air conditioner
Would no longer go.
As pools of sweat rolled off his brow
He had one reverie.
He saw himself with his wife and kids
In his cottage by the sea.

He paid for his car at the parking lot
Which gave the poor man chills.
The attendant laughed and walked away
Thumbing a roll of bills.
He started his engine with trembling hands
At the end of a long, hard day.
And placing himself in the hands of God
He drove to the long freeway.

The traffic stretched far as the eye can see
As bumper to bumper they sped.
They drove at supernatural speeds
Which filled his heart with dread.
Sometimes they stopped for an hour or more
And a thousand horns would blow.
George Chester's eyes rolled back in his head
And his poor brain started to go.

He came at last to the turnpike gate
And he laid his money down.
He took the fist turn to the right
And he followed the curve around
He took each bend of the clover leaf,
He followed every sign,
And when he came back to the same toll gate
He gave them another dime.

His hands were tight on the steering wheel,
His lips and throat were dry.
He swore by all that he held dear
He'd make it through or die.
He took the first turn to the right
The clover leaf to go through.
He was quite sure of his success
Till the toll gate rose in view.

And now they say when the moon is full
And the clover leaf is still,
The sound of an engine can be heard
Laboring up the hill.
A dime drops in the toll machine
In the cool of a summer's night.
And eternally that poor car
Takes the first turn to the right.

Sully's Pail

length: 3:11

I'm the Man That Built the Bridges

length: 2:47