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songs I like to play that I did not write. if there are somehow no free downloads left you can get it here for free www.mediafire.com?9d8xl980rkrzobi

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released December 27, 2011

all songs performed by Scott McKee Arncliffe Wannan Johnston

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SMAWJ Peterborough, Ontario

I'm 20 something student originally from Winnipeg Manitoba going to school in Peterborough Ontario. I write songs, usually on my acoustic.

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Track Name: Down By The Riverside
Gonna lay down my sword and shield
Down by the riversideX3
Gonna lay down my sword and shield
Down by the riverside
Ain't gonna study war no more.

I ain't gonna study war no more,X2
Study war no more.
I ain't gonna study war no more,X2
Study war no more.

Gonna put on my long white robe;
Down By the riversideX3
Gonna put on my long white robe;
Down by the riverside
Gonna study war no more.

I ain't gonna study war no more,X2
Study war no more.
I ain't gonna study war no more,X2
Study war no more.

gonna shake hands with my loving jesus
down by the riversideX3
gonna shake hands with my loving jesus
down by the riverside
gonna study war no more

I ain't gonna study war no more,X2
Study war no more.
I ain't gonna study war no more,X2
Study war no more.
Track Name: Pay To Cum
I make decision with precision
Lost inside this manned collision
Just to see that what is to be
Perfectly my fantasy

I came to know with now dismay
That in this world we all must pay
Pay to write, pay to play
Pay to cum, pay to fight

And all in time,
With just our minds
We soon will find
What's left behind

Not long ago when things were slow
We all got by with what we know
The end is near. Hearts filled with fear
Don't want to listen to what they hear

And so it's now we choose to fight
To stick up for our bloody right
The right to sing, the right to dance
The right is ours... We'll take the chance

A peace together
A piece apart
A piece of wisdom
From our hearts
Track Name: Mannish Boy
Now when I was a young boy/the age of five/My mother told me/gonna be the greatest man alive/Now I'm a man, way past 21/Want you to believe me baby/I had lot's of fun

I'm a man/I spell m/a child/n/That represents man
No B/O child/Y/That mean mannish boy

I'm a man/I'm a full grown man/I'm a man/I'm a natural born lovers man/I'm a man/I'm a rollin' stone/I'm a man/I'm a hoochie coochie man

Sittin' on the outside/just me and my mate/You know I made the moon honey/come up two hours late

I think I'll go down/to old Kansas too/bring back my second cousin/john the conquerer root/All you little girls/sittin'out at that line/I can make love to you/woman/in five minutes time
Ain't that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y
That mean mannish boy
Man
I'm a full grown man
Man
I'm a natural born lovers man
Man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man-child
I'm a hoochie coochie man
Track Name: I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin-To-Die Rag
Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

Chorus:
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Come on Wall Street, don't be slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,
But just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.

chorus

Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Now you can go out and get those reds
'Cause the only good commie is the one that's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

chorus

Come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, and don't hesitate
To send your sons off before it's too late.
And you can be the first ones in your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
Track Name: Up On Cripple Creek
When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go?
Straight down the Mississippi river, to the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles, Louisiana, little Bessie-girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by, if there's anything that she could do

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak, she mends me
And I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

Good luck had just stung me, to the race track I did go
She bet on one horse to win and I bet on another to show
The odds were in my favor, I had 'em five to one
When that nag to win came around the track, sure enough we had won

I took up all of my winnings, and I gave my little Bessie half
She tore it up and threw it in my face, just for a laugh
Now there's one thing in the whole wide world, I sure would like to see
That's when that little love of mine dips her doughnut in my tea

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak, she mends me
And I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

Now me and my mate were back at the shack, we had Spike Jones on the box
She said, "I can't take the way he sings, but I love to hear him talk"
Now that just gave my heart a throb, to the bottom of my feet
And I swore as I took another pull, my Bessie can’t be beat

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak, she mends me
And I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

There's a flood out in California and up north it's freezing cold
And this living off the road is getting pretty old
So I guess I'll call up my big mama, tell her I'll be rolling in
But you know, deep down, I'm kind of tempted
To go and see my Bessie again.

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak, she mends me
And I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one