Day is done, gone the sun
From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh

I’m a bow-legged chicken
I’m a knock-kneed hen
Haven’t been so happy since I don’t know when
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doin’ the Tennessee woot! Wiggle Walk

Put your heels together and your knees apart
Snap you fingers, ready start!
Flap your wings just for luck
And you wiggle and you walk like a baby duck

Come and dance with me, honey
Keep your toes in time
Haven’t been so happy in a long, long time
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doin’ the Tennessee woot! Wiggle Walk
Doin’ the Tennessee woot! Wiggle Walk

This is the song that never ends
Yes it goes on and on my friend
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was
And they’ll continue singing it forever, just because….

(Lyrics: Woody Guthrie)

Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

As I was walking, that ribbon of highway
I saw above me, that endless skyway
I saw below me, that golden valley
This land was made for you and me

Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

I’ve roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice came sounding
This land was made for you and me

Chorus

When the sun comes shining, then I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me

Chorus

What can make a hippopotamus smile?
What can make him walk for more than a mile?
It’s not a tune on the old violin or listening to the whistling wind
That’s not what hippos do
They move to the groove without any shoes
They wade in waters ‘til their lips turn blue
Cause that’s what makes a hip-potoamus
That’s what makes a hip-potoamus
That’s what makes a hip-potoamus smile!

What can make a hippopotamus smile?
What can make him walk for more than a mile?
It’s not a party with paper hats or cakes and candy that make him fat
That’s not what hippos do
They move to the groove without any shoes
They wade in waters ‘til their lips turn blue
Cause that’s what makes a hip-potoamus
That’s what makes a hip-potoamus
That’s what makes a hip-potoamus smile!

What can make a hippopotamus smile?
What can make him walk for more than a mile?
It’s not a ride on a slippery slide or going out for a bicycle ride
That’s not what hippos do
They move to the groove without any shoes
They wade in waters ‘til their lips turn blue
Cause that’s what makes a hip-potoamus
That’s what makes a hip-potoamus
That’s what makes a hip-potoamus smile!

Dewy was the grass in the early morning May.
And Dewey was the admiral at Manila Bay.
Dewy were her eyes as she bid her love adieu.
Do we love each other? I should say we do!

Three Chartreuse Buzzards, squawk
Three Chartreuse Buzzards, squawk
Sitting in a dead tree, gga
Sitting in a dead tree, gga
Oh look, one has flown a-away, what a shame

Two Chartreuse Buzzards, squawk
Two Chartreuse Buzzards, squawk
Sitting in a dead tree, gga
Sitting in a dead tree, gga
Oh look, one has flown a-away, what a shame

One Chartreuse Buzzards, squawk
One Chartreuse Buzzards, squawk
Sitting in a dead tree, gga
Sitting in a dead tree, gga
Oh look, one has flown a-away, what a shame

No Chartreuse Buzzards, squawk
No Chartreuse Buzzards, squawk
Sitting in a dead tree, gga
Sitting in a dead tree, gga
Oh look, one has returned, let us rejoice

One Chartreuse Buzzards, squawk
One Chartreuse Buzzards, squawk
Sitting in a dead tree, gga
Sitting in a dead tree, gga
Oh look, one has returned, let us rejoice

Two Chartreuse Buzzards, squawk
Two Chartreuse Buzzards, squawk
Sitting in a dead tree, gga
Sitting in a dead tree, gga
Oh look, one has returned, let us rejoice

Three Chartreuse Buzzards, squawk
Three Chartreuse Buzzards, squawk
Sitting in a dead tree, gga
Sitting in a dead tree, gga
Oh look, this is the end, let us rejoice

There was a Desperado from the wild and wooly west.
He road into Chicago just to give the west a rest.
He wore a big sombrero and two pistols by his side
And everywhere he went he gave his war cry


Chorus: Oh, what a big bold man was this Desperado
From Cripple Creek way out in Coronado.
And he horsed around like a big tornado
And everywhere he went he gave his war cry

He went to Coney Island just to check out all the sights
He saw the hoochie coochie and the girls all dressed in tights.
It got him so excited that he shot out all the lights
And everywhere he went he gave his war cry


Chorus: Oh, what a big bold man was this Desperado
From Cripple Creek way out in Coronado.
And he horsed around like a big tornado
And everywhere he went he gave his war cry

There was a big policeman just a walking down the street.
He saw that Desperado just a walking down the street.
He took him by the collar, and he took him by the seat
And threw him where he couldn’t give his war cry


Chorus: Oh, what a big bold man was this Desperado
From Cripple Creek way out in Coronado.
And he horsed around like a big tornado
And everywhere he went he gave his war cry

Hi, ho, the rattlin' bog
Way down in the valley o
Hi, ho, the rattlin' bog
Way down in the valley o

Well in the bog, there was a hole
A rare hole, and a rattlin' hole
The hole was in the bog
And the bog was in the valley o

Hi, ho, the rattlin' bog
Way down in the valley o
Hi, ho, the rattlin' bog
Way down in the valley o

Well in that hole, there was a tree
A rare tree, and a rattlin' tree
And the tree was in the hole
And the hole was in the bog
And the bog was in the valley o

Hi, ho, the rattlin' bog
Way down in the valley o
Hi, ho, the rattlin' bog
Way down in the valley o

On that tree, there was a branch
A rare branch, and a rattlin' branch
The branch was on the tree
And the tree was in the hole
And the hole was in the bog
And the bog was in the valley o
 
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o

Well in the bog there was a hole
A rare hole and a rattlin' hole
Hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o

Well in that hole there was a tree
A rare tree and a rattlin' tree
The tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o

On that tree there was a branch
A rare branch and a rattlin' branch
The branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o

On that branch there was a limb
A rare limb and a rattlin' limb
The limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o

Well on that limb there was a nest
A rare nest and a rattlin' nest
The nest on the limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o

In that nest there was a bird
A rare bird and a rattlin' bird
The bird in the nest
And the nest on the limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
Down in the valley o

Ho, ho, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o

In that bird there was an egg
A rare egg and a rattlin' egg
The egg on the bird
And the bird in the nest
And the nest on the limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o

In that egg there was a bird
A rare bird and a rattlin' bird
The bird on the egg
And the egg on the bird
And the bird in the nest
And the nest on the limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley o