Sandy River
Shady Grove
Went to see my Shady Grove
She was standing in the door
Her shoes and stockin's in her hand
And her little bare feet on the floor
When I was a little boy
I wanted a Barlow knife
And now I want little Shady Grove
To say she'll be my wife
A kiss form pretty little Shady Grove
Is sweet as brandy wine
And ther ain't no girl in this old world
That's's prettier than mine
Shady Grove, my little love
Shady Grove I say
Shady Grove, my little love
I'm bound to go away
Cheeks as red a a blooming rose
And eyes are the prettiest brown
She's the darling of my heart
Sweetest girl in town
I wish I had a big fine horse
And corn to feed him on
And Shady Grove to stay at home
And feed him while I'm gone
Shaving A Dead Man
Shenandoah
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
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