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Hang Me, Oh Hang Me
by Oscar Isaac. From Inside Llewyn Davis.

Verse 1
Hang me,oh hang me, and i'll be dead and gone.
Hang me, oh hang me...,i'll be dead and gone..
Wouldn't mind the hangin.. But the layin in the grave so long
Poor boy... I been all around this world.

Verse 2:
I been all around cape girardeau.. Parts of arkansas
All round cape girardeau.. Parts of arkansas
Got so goddamn hungry... I could hide behind a straw..
Poor boy.. I been all around this world.

Verse 3:
Went up on the mountain.. There i made my stand
Went up on the mountain... There i made my stand
Rifle on my shoulder.. And a dagger in my hand
Poor boy.. I been all around this world

(repeat verse 1)

Verse 4:
Put the noose around my neck.. Hung me up so high
Put the noose around my neck... Hung me up so high
Last words i heard em say.. Won't be long now fore you die
Poor boy.. I been all around this world

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Fare Thee Well
by Oscar Isaac and Marcus Mumford. From Inside Llewyn Davis.

If i had wings like noah's dove
I'd fly up the river to the one i love
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

I hadda gal she was long and tall
She moved her body like a cannon ball
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

One of these days and it won't be long
Call my name and I'll be gone
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

I remember one night, a drizzling rain
Round my heart i felt an achin' pain
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well

When i wore my apron low
Couldn't keep you from my do'
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

Now i wear my apron high
Scarcely ever see you passing by
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

Now my apron's up to my chin
You pass my door and you won't come in
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well

If I'd jus listened to what my mama said
I'd be sleepin' in a feather bed
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well

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The Last Thing on My Mind
by Stark Sands With Punch Brothers. From Inside Llewyn Davis.

It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand.
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
As we walk on, my thoughts keep tumblin'
Round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet the subways rumblin'
Underground, underground
CHORUS
As I lie in my bed in the mornin'
Without you, without you.
Every song in my breast lies a bornin'
Without you, without you.
CHORUS
You've got reasons a-plenty for goin'
This I know, this I know.
For the weeds have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don't go.

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Five Hundred Miles
by Justin Timberlake, Carey Mulligan & Stark Sands. From Inside Llewyn Davis.

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two, Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four
Lord, I'm five hundred miles a way from home

Away from home, away from home
Away from home, away from home
Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
Lord, I can't go back home this-a way

This-a way, this-a way, this-a way, this-a way
Lord, I can't go back home this-a way

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

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Please Mr. Kennedy
by Justin Timberlake, Oscar Isaac and Adam Driver. From Inside Llewyn Davis.

[All]
10...9...8...7.6.5...4...3...2...

[Adam Driver]
One second please!

[Chorus]
Please Mr. Kennedy (Uh oh!)
I don't wanna go (please don't shoot me into outer space)
P-P-Please Mr. Kennedy (Uh oh!)
I don't wanna go (please don't shoot me into outer space)

[Verse 1: Justin Timberlake & Oscar Isaac]
I sweat when they stuff me in the pressure suits
Bubble helmet, Flash Gordon boots
Nowhere up there in gravity zero (outer...space)
I need to breathe, don't need to be a hero (outer...space)
Are you reading me loud and clear?
Oh!

[Chorus]
Please Mr. Kennedy (Uh oh!)
I don't wanna go (please don't shoot me into outer space)
P-P-Please Mr. Kennedy (Uh oh!)
I don't wanna go (please don't shoot me into outer space)

[Verse 2: Justin Timberlake & Oscar Isaac]
I'm six-foot two, and so perhaps you'll
Tell me how to fit into a five foot capsule
I won't be known as man of the century
If I burn up upon reentry
Gotta red-blooded wife with a healthy libido
You'll lose her vote if you make her a widow
And who'll play catch out in the back with our kid?
Oh!

[Chorus]
Please Mr. Kennedy (Uh oh!)
I don't wanna go (please don't shoot me into outer space)

[All]
Countdown!
10...9...8...7.6.5...4...3...2...

[Adam Driver]
Oh no!

[Chorus]
Please Mr. Kennedy (Uh oh!)
I don't wanna go (please don't shoot me into outer space)
Please (oh please!)
Please (oh please!)
Please (oh please!)
Please don't shoot me into outer space!
Please (oh please!)
Please (oh please!)
Please don't shoot me into outer space!

Please Mr. Kennedy!

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Green, Green Rocky Road
by Oscar Isaac. From Inside Llewyn Davis.

When I go to Baltimore
Got no carpet on my floor
Come along and follow me
We‘ll go down in history

Chorus :
Green green rocky road
Promenade in green
Tell me who d’ you love
Tell me who d’ you love

See that crow up in the sky
He don‘t crow nor can he fly
He can’t walk nor can he run
He‘s black paint slattered on the sun

Chorus :
Green green rocky road
Promenade in green
Tell me who d’ you love
Tell me who d’ you love

Little Miss Jane runnin‘ to the ball
Don‘t you stumble don’t you fall
Don’t you sing and don‘t you shout
When I sing come runnin’ out

Chorus :
Green green rocky road
Promenade in green
Tell me who d‘ you love
Tell me who d’ you love

Hooka tooka soda cracker
Does your mama chew tobacco
If your mama chew tobacco
Hooka tooka soda cracker

Chorus :
Green green rocky road
Promenade in green
Tell me who d‘ you love
Tell me who d’ you love

When I go to Baltimore
Got no carpet on my floor
Please get up and follow me
We‘ll go down in history

Chorus :
Green green rocky road
Promenade in green
Tell me who d’ you love
Tell me who d‘ you love

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The Death of Queen Jane
by Oscar Isaac. From Inside Llewyn Davis.

Queen Jane lay in labor full nine days or more
'Til her women grew so tired, they could no longer there
They could no longer there

"Good women, good women, good women that you may be
Will you open my right side and find my baby?
And find my baby

"Oh no," cried the women, "That's a thing that can never be
We will send for King Henry and hear what he may say
And hear what he may say"

King Henry was sent for, King Henry did come
Saying, "What does ail you my lady? Your eyes, they look so dim
Your eyes, they look so dim"

"King Henry, King Henry, will you do one thing for me?
That's to open my right side and find my baby
And find my baby"

"Oh no, cried King Henry, "That's a thing I'll never do
If I lose the flower of England, I shall lose the branch too
I shall lose the branch too"

There was fiddling, aye, and dancing on the day the babe was born
But poor Queen Jane beloved lay cold as the stone
Lay cold as the stone

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The Roving Gambler
by The Down Hill Strugglers with John Cohen. From Inside Llewyn Davis.

I am a roving gambler I've gambled all around
Whenever I meet with the deck of cards I lay my money down
I lay my money down I lay my money down

I had not been in Dallas many more weeks than three
Till I fell in love with a pretty little girl she fell in love with me
Fell in love with me fell in love with me

She took me in her parlor she cooled me with her fan
And she whispered low in mother's ear I love this gambling man
I love this gambling man I love this gambling man

Oh daughter oh dear daughter how could you treat me so
And leave your dear old mother and with the gambler go
Qith the gambler go with the gambler go

Oh mother oh dear mother you know I love you well
But the love I have for the gambling man no human tongue can tell
No human tongue can tell no human tongue can tell
[ guitar ]
I've left that gal in Dallas I wound up in Maine
I'ce met up with a gambling man we got in a poker game
Got in a poker game got in a poker game

He put his money in the pot and dealt the cards around
I saw him get a jack on the bottom of the pack so I shot tham gambler down
Shot tham gambler down shot tham gambler down

Well now I'm down in prison I got a number for my name
The warden said as he locked the door you gambled your last game
Gambled your last game gambled your last game
Gambled your last game gambled your last game

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The Shoals of Herring
by Oscar Isaac with Punch Brothers. From Inside Llewyn Davis.

O, it was a fine and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth harbour I was faring
As a cabin boy on a sailing lugger
For to go and hunt the shoals of herring

O, the work was hard and the hours were long
And the treatment sure it took some bearing
There was little kindness and the kicks were many
As we hunted for the shoals of herring

O, we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank
I was a cook and I'd a quarter-sharing
And I used to sleep, standing on me feet
And I'd dream about the shoals of herring

O, we left the home grounds in the month of June
And to canny Shiels we soon was bearing
With a hundred cran of the silver darlings
That we'd taken from the shoals of herring

Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman
You can swear and show a manly bearing
Take your turn on watch with the other fellows
While you're searching for the shoals of herring

In the stormy seas and the living gales
Just to earn your daily bread you're daring
From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Islands
As you're following the shoals of herring

O, I earned me keep and I paid me way
And I earned the gear that I was wearing
Sailed a million miles, caught ten-million fishes
We were sailing after shoals of herring

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The Auld Triangle
by Chris Thile, Chris Eldridge, Marcus Mumford, Justin Timberlake & Gabe Witcher. From Inside Llewyn Davis.

A hungry feeling
Came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squeeling
In my prison cell
To begin the morning
The screw bawling
"Get up out of bed, boy!
And Clean up your cell!"

And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

On a fine Spring evening
The loike lay dreaming
And the sea-gulls squeeling
High above the wall
Oh! the day was dying
And the wind was sighing
As I lay there crying
In my prison cell

And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Oh! the screw was peeping
And the loike was sleeping
As he lay there weeping
For his poor gal

And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

In the female prison
There are seventy women
And I wish to god it was with them
That I did dwell

And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

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The Storms Are on the Ocean
by Nancy Blake. From Inside Llewyn Davis.

I'm going away to leave you love
I'm going away for a while
But I'll return to see you sometime
If I go ten thousand miles

The storms are on the ocean
The heavens may cease to be
This world may lose it's motion love
If I prove false to thee

Oh who will dress your pretty little feet
And who will glove your hand
Oh who will kiss your rosy red cheeks
When I'm in a foreign land

Papa will dress my pretty little feet
And Mama will glove my hand
You may kiss my rosy red cheeks
When you return again

Have you seen those mournful doves
Flying from pine to pine
A-mournin' for their own true love
Just like I mourn for mine

I'll never go back on the ocean love
I'll never go back on the sea
I'll never go back on my blue-eyed girl
'Til she goes back to me

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Fare Thee Well (Dink's Song) (Reprise)
by Oscar Isaac. From Inside Llewyn Davis.