Shove that Pig's Foot
Silver Spear
Snake River Reel
Snowdrop
Soldier's Joy
Sourwood Mountain
Chickens a'crowin' on Sourwood Mountain
Hey Ho Diddle-aye-day
So many pretty girls I can't count 'em
Hey Ho Diddle-aye-day
My true love's a sun-burnt daisy
Hey Ho Diddle-aye-day
If I don't get her I'll go crazy
Hey Ho Diddle-aye-day
My true love's at the head of the holler
Hey Ho Diddle-aye-day
She won't come and I won't foller
Hey Ho Diddle-aye-day
Big dog'll bark and little one'll bite you
Hey Ho Diddle-aye-day
Big girl will court and the little one spite you
Hey Ho Diddle-aye-day
Chickens a'crowin' on Sourwood Mountain
Hey Ho Diddle-aye-day
So many pretty girls I can't count 'em
Hey Ho Diddle-aye-day
Sporting Paddy
Double C Tuning - Warning! This tune has large reaches in the left hand and alternate pull-offs on both versions. Sporting Paddy is a hard and fun tune to play!
Sugar Hill
Then cents in my pocket book
And don't you hear it jingle
I'm going to court them pretty gals
As long as I stay single
Yonder comes my own true love
And how do you think I know
Tell her by her shoe fly dress
That comes from sugar store
Get your banjo off the wall
Grap your fiddle, Bill
Hitch the horses to the sleigh
We're going to sugar hill
If you want to get you eye knocked out
If you want to get your fill
If you want to get your head cut off
Just go to sugar hill
Jay bird on the mountain top
And a red bird on the ground
Black bird in the sugar tree
Shaking that sugar down
They said she got mighty sick
And what do you recking ailed her
Drunk three quarts of sugar top
And then ther stomach failed her
Tell Her Lies And Feed Her Candy
Tennessee Mountain Fox Chase
Tomahawk
Valley Forge
Waiting For Nancy
Walk Along John to Kansas
Ways Of The World
West Fork Girls
Whiskey Before Breakfast
Wild Bill Jones
I was out a-walking around one night
And I met with old Wild Bill Jone
He was walking, he was talking with the girl I love
And I bid him for to leave her alone
He said, "Young man, I'm 22
Too old for to be controlled"
I drew a revolver from my side
And I destroyed one poor boy's soul
He rambled and he scrambled all on the ground
And he gave one deathly moan
He looked in the face of his darling true love
Says, "Oh darling you are left alone"
My money's in my pockets and my pistol's in my hand
Looking for the man that made old Wild Bill stand