At The Village Gate

Fletcher henderson, dixon

Pack up all my cares and woe, here i go, singing low,
Bye-bye blackbird.
Where somebody waits for me, sugar's sweet, so is she,
Bye-bye blackbird.
No one here can love and understand me.
Oh -- what hard-luck stories they all hand me.
Make my bed and light the light
I'll arrive late tonight,
Blackbird, bye-bye.

Traditional

There is a house in new orleans
Call it the rising sun
And it's been the ruin
Of many a poor girl
And me, oh lord, i'm one

If i'd listened what my mama said
Be at home today
Bein' so young
And foolish, my lord
Let a gambler lead me astray

My mother was a tailor
Sews new blue jeans
My sweetheart's is a drunkarad, lord
Drinks down in new orleans

Go tell my baby sister
Never do what i have done
Shun that house in new orleans
They call it the rising sun

Goin' back to new orleans
Race is almost run
Goin' back to spend my life
Beneath, beneath, beneath, oh lord
Beneath, oh now
Beneath the rising, rising sun
Now, now

You come on bye

Traditional

Children go where i send you,
How shall i send you?
I'm gonna send you one by one,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.

Children go where i send you,
How shall i send you?
I'm gonna send you two by two,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.

Children go where i send you,
How shall i send you?
I'm gonna send you four by four,
Four for the poor that stood at the door,
Three for the hebrew children,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.

Children go where i send you,
How shall i send you?
I'm gonna send you six by six,
Six for the six that couldn't get fixed,
Five for the gospel preacher,
Four for the poor that stood at the door,
Three for the hebrew children,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.

Children go where i send you,
How shall i send you?
I'm gonna send you eight by eight,
Eight for the eight that stood at the gate,
Seven for the seven came down from heaven,
Six for the six that couldn't get fixed,
Five for the gospel preacher,
Four for the poor that stood at the door,
Three for the hebrew children,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, one for the little biddy baby,
One for the little biddy baby. he was born, born,......
He was born in bethlehem.

Macgimsey

I told jesus it would be alright if he changed my name
I told jesus it would be alright if he changed my name
I told jesus it would be alright if he changed my name
And he told me that i would go hungry if he changed my name
And he told me that i would go hungry if he changed my name
And he told me that i would go hungry if he changed my name

But i told jesus it would be alright if he changed my name
I told jesus it would be alright if he changed my name
So i told him it would be alright and the world would hate me
That i would go hungry if he changed my name