– Tumbling Tumbleweeds –
by Bob Nolan, Sons of the Pioneers

D
See them tumbling down,
E
Pledging their love to the ground,
D . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A
Lonely but free I'll be found
E . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds

Cares of the past are behind,
Nowhere to go but I'll find
Just where the trail will wind,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds

. . E . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .A
I know when night has gone 
. . . . . .B . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .E . .D
That a new world's born at dawn,

I'll keep rolling along,
Deep in my heart is a song,
Here on the range I belong,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.
{repeat last line twice}

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–  I Got Plenty o' Nuttin –
m George Gershwin, w Ira Gershwin & DuBose Heyward, from Porgy and Bess, 1935

– Puff the Magic Dragon –
Peter Paul and Mary

G . . . . . . . . . . Bm . . . . C . . . . . . .G
Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea,
. . . . C . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . A7 . . . . . . . . . . . D
and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honna Lee.
G . . . . . . . .Bm . . . C . . . . . . . . . . G
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff,
. . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . A7 . .D7 . . .G . D7
and brought him string and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.

{Chorus}

Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea,
and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honna Lee.
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honna Lee.

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail,
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail.
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name.

A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys,
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more,
and Puff, that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play along the Cherry Lane.
Without his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave,
So Puff, that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave.


. . . E . . .F#m . . .G#m . . F#m
Oh, I got plenty of nothing
. . . . E . . . . . F#m . . . . E
And nothing’s plenty for me
G# C# . . .F# . C#. . .F# . . . C# . . .F# . A# . B
I     got no car, got no mule, I got no misery

Folks with plenty of plenty
They’ve got a lock on the door
A - fraid somebody’s gonna rob ’em
. . . . . C# . . . . . .F# . . . .A# . . . B . . E .F#m .G#m .F#m
While they're out making more . What for

G#m . .C#m7 . . . . G#m
I got no lock on the door,
C#m7 . . . . . . . .G#m . C#m7 . G#m . C#m7
That’s no way to be
G#m . . . . . . . . .C#m7 . . . . . G#m . .C#m7 . . . . . G#m
They can steal the rug from the floor . That’s ok with me
. . . . . . . . F#m . . . . . . B
’cause the things that I prize
. . . . . . .F#m . . . . . .B . . . . . . .B7 . B9
Like the stars in the skies are all free

{refrain, nb "E&" below = E.F#m.G#m}
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing’s plenty for me
I     got my gal - got my song
Got heaven the whole day long
A# . B .E& . Bm7 . . E& . Bm7 . . E&
Got my gal,   got my love,   got my song

Oh, I got plenty of nothing
And nothing’s plenty for me
I      got the sun, got the moon
Got the deep blue sea

Folks with plenty of plenty
Got to pray all the day
Seems with plenty you sure got to worry
How to keep the devil away . . . Away

I ain't frettin 'bout hell till the time arrive
Never worry long as I'm well, never one to strive
To be good, to be bad,
What the hell, I'm just glad I'm alive
{repeat refrain}