It’s time for the Accompaniment for the Folk Song Of The Week. Play along with your banjo to Will The Circle Be Unbroken.

Have fun and enjoy!

Will The Circle Be Unbroken(PDF)

Will the Circle be Unbroken

Will the [G]circle be unbroken by and [C]by Lord, by and [G]by?

There’s a better home a waiting in the sky, Lord [D7]in the [G]sky

I was standing by the window on one cold and cloudy day

When I saw that hearse come rolling for to carry my mother away

Lord, I told the undertaker, “Undertaker, please drive slow,

For this body that your hauling, Lord, I hate to see her go.”

Oh, I followed close behind her, tried to hold up and be brave,

But I cold not hide my sorrow when they laid her in the grave

Went back home, Lord, my home was lonesome since my mother, she was gone;

All my brothers, sisters crying what a home so sad and lone.

Now my mother, she’s crossed over where so many have gone before.

And I know, Lord, I will meet her just waiting at glory’s door.

Today’s Folk Song Of The Week is Will the Circle Be Unbroken. This is a very fun song to perform and wherever you are everyone will sing along. Just have fun and do it your way!!!

Will The Circle Be Unbroken(PDF)

Will the Circle be Unbroken

Will the [G]circle be unbroken by and [C]by Lord, by and [G]by?

There’s a better home a waiting in the sky, Lord [D7]in the [G]sky

I was standing by the window on one cold and cloudy day

When I saw that hearse come rolling for to carry my mother away

Lord, I told the undertaker, “Undertaker, please drive slow,

For this body that your hauling, Lord, I hate to see her go.”

Oh, I followed close behind her, tried to hold up and be brave,

But I cold not hide my sorrow when they laid her in the grave

Went back home, Lord, my home was lonesome since my mother, she was gone;

All my brothers, sisters crying what a home so sad and lone.

Now my mother, she’s crossed over where so many have gone before.

And I know, Lord, I will meet her just waiting at glory’s door.

It’s Friday so it’s time for the Accompaniment for Frailing Banjo for the Folk Song Of The Week.  I am hoping that I can get the green screen right next week, because it could be much, much better. I think I know what I need to do next time, so here’s hoping.

I am also hoping that you are playing along at home and picking up the “flavors” of frailing banjo. Never be afraid to drop me a line and ask a question. The best way is through my email address Kelly.Griner(at)AnotherPint.com.

Have fun and I’ll see ya Monday for the Irish Pub Song Of The Day

Mountain Dew(PDF)

Mountain Dew

[G]Down the road from me is an old hollow tree

Where you [C]stand for a dollar or [G]two

The buzzards in the sky get so [C]drunk they can’t [G]fly

Just from sniffin’ [D7]Good Ol’ Mountain [G]Dew

Chorus:

They call it that Good Ol’ Mountain Dew,
And them that refuse it are few.
I’ll hush up my mug, if you fill up my jug,
With that Good Ol’ Mountain Dew.

My Uncle Mort, he’s sawed off and short,
He stands about four foot two,
But he feels like a giant when he gets him a pint,
Of that Good Ol’ Mountain Dew.

I know a guy named Pete, his hair ain’t so neat,
Though he fixes it with syrup and blue,
But it stays right in place, when he uses just a trace,
Of that Good Ol’ Mountain Dew.

Old Auntie June had some brand new perfume,
And it had such a sweet smellin’ pew,
But to her surprise, when she had it analyzed,
It was nothin’ but that Good Ol’ Mountain Dew.

The preacher walked by, with a tear in his eye,
Said that his wife had the flu.
She’ll be all right, if you give her a pint,
Of that Good Ol’ Mountain Dew.

Today’s Folk Song Of The Week is the very first song that I learned to play on the banjo. This is one of my all-time favorites! No matter where you are in the world, this song will make everyone do the Jed Clampett dance!!

Mountain Dew(PDF)

Mountain Dew

[G]Down the road from me is an old hollow tree

Where you [C]stand for a dollar or [G]two

The buzzards in the sky get so [C]drunk they can’t [G]fly

Just from sniffin’ [D7]Good Ol’ Mountain [G]Dew

Chorus:

They call it that Good Ol’ Mountain Dew,
And them that refuse it are few.
I’ll hush up my mug, if you fill up my jug,
With that Good Ol’ Mountain Dew.

My Uncle Mort, he’s sawed off and short,
He stands about four foot two,
But he feels like a giant when he gets him a pint,
Of that Good Ol’ Mountain Dew.

I know a guy named Pete, his hair ain’t so neat,
Though he fixes it with syrup and blue,
But it stays right in place, when he uses just a trace,
Of that Good Ol’ Mountain Dew.

Old Auntie June had some brand new perfume,
And it had such a sweet smellin’ pew,
But to her surprise, when she had it analyzed,
It was nothin’ but that Good Ol’ Mountain Dew.

The preacher walked by, with a tear in his eye,
Said that his wife had the flu.
She’ll be all right, if you give her a pint,
Of that Good Ol’ Mountain Dew.