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Folk Songs

by Conor Nickerson

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Deep blue sea, darling, deep blue sea Deep blue sea, darling, deep blue sea Deep blue sea, darling, deep blue sea It was mama that got drowned out In the deep blue sea Dig his grave with a silver spade Dig his grave with a silver spade Dig his grave with a silver spade And it was brother that got drowned out In the deep blue sea Low'r him down with a golden chain Low'r him down with a golden chain Low'r him down with a golden chain And it was daddy that got drowned out In the deep blue sea Deep blue sea, darling, deep blue sea Deep blue sea, darling, deep blue sea Deep blue sea, baby, deep blue sea It was mama that got drowned out In the deep blue sea
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Down in the valley valley so low Hang your head over hear the wind blow Hear the wind blow dear hear the wind blow Hang your head over hear the wind blow Roses love sunshine violets love dew Angels in heaven know I love you Know I love you dear know I love you Angels in heaven know I love you If you don’t love me love whom you please Throw your arms ’round me give my heart ease Give my heart ease love give my heart ease Throw your arms round me give my heart ease Build me a castle forty feet high So I can see him as he rides by As he rides by love as he rides by So I can see him as he rides by Write me a letter send it by mail Send it in care of Birmingham jail Birmingham jail love Birmingham jail Send it in care of Birmingham jail
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I asked your mother for you She told me that you were too young I wish dear Lord I'd never seen your face I'm sorry that you ever were born Irene, goodnight Irene, goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I guess you're in my dreams Sometimes I live in the country Sometimes I live in town Sometimes I get a great notion Jumping into the river and drown Irene, goodnight Irene, goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I guess you're in my dreams Stop ramblin' and stop gamblin' Quit staying out late at night Go home to your wife and family Stay there by the fireside bright Irene, goodnight Irene, goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I guess you're in my dreams I love Irene, God knows I do I love her till the sea runs dry And if Irene turns her back on me I'm gonna take morphine and die Irene, goodnight Irene, goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I'll get you in my dreams
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It takes a worried man to sing a worried song It takes a worried man to sing a worried song I'm worried now but I won't be worried long Went across the river, I lay down to sleep Went across the river, I lay down to sleep When I woke up had shackles on my feet Twenty-one links of chain around my leg Twenty-one links of chain around my leg And on each link the initials of my name The train I ride is twenty-one coaches long The train I ride is twenty-one coaches long The gal I love is on that train and gone Asked that judge what's gonna be my fine Asked that judge what's gonna be my fine Twenty-one years on that Rocky Mountain Line Twenty-one years to pay my awful crime Twenty-one years to pay my awful crime Twenty-one years, and I still got ninety-nine
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Hang me, oh, hang me, I'll be dead and gone. Hang me, oh, hang me, I'll be dead and gone. I wouldn't mind the hanging it's just the laying in the grave's so long Poor boy, I've been all around this world. I been all around Cape Girardeau, parts of Arkansas All around Cape Girardeau, parts of Arkansas Got so goddamn hungry I could hide behind a straw Poor boy, I've been all around this world. Went up Blue Ridge Mountain there I made my stand Went up Blue Ridge Mountain mountain, there I made my stand A rifle on my shoulder and a dagger in my hand Poor boy, I've been all around this world. Hang me, oh, hang me and I'll be dead and gone. Hang me, oh, hang me and I'll be dead and gone. I wouldn't mind the hanging it's just the laying in the grave's so long Poor boy, I've been all around this world. Put the rope around my neck, hung me up so high Put the rope around my neck, hung me up so high The last words I heard them say: "Won't be long before you die" Poor boy, I've been all around this world. Hang me, oh, hang me and I'll be dead and gone. Hang me, oh, hang me, I'll be dead and gone. I wouldn't mind the hanging it's just the laying in the grave's so long Poor boy, I've been all around this world.
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I wish to the Lord I’d never been born Or died when I was young I never would a’ seen your two blue eyes Or heard your lying tongue All the good times are past and gone All the good times are o’er All the good times are past and gone Little darlin’ don’t you weep no more. Now don’t you see that turtle dove Flyin' from pine to pine It’s mournin’ for It’s own true love Just like I mourn for mine. Come back, come back my own true love And stay a while with me For if ever I’ve had a friend in this world You’ve been a friend to me
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Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother She's sleeping here, right by my side And in her hand a silver dagger She says that I can't be your bride "All men are false", says my mother "They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies The very next evening they'll court another Leave you alone to pine and sigh" My daddy is a handsome devil He's got a chain five miles long And on every link a heart does dangle Of another maid he's loved and wronged Go, court another tender maiden And hope that she will be your wife For I've been warned and I've decided To sleep alone all of my life
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Gonna lay down my old guitar Gonna lay down my old guitar Oh I wish I could tie it to my side And take it along with me There’s no one to cry for me There’s no one to cry for me I’ve wandered so far away can’t you see And there’s no one to cry for me I’m sick in a lonesome bed I’m sick in a lonesome bed There’s no one to hold my aching head And I’m sick in a lonesome bed I’m telling this world goodbye I’m telling this world goodbye I’m telling the world and my dear little girl I’ll soon tell them all goodbye
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It takes a worried man to sing a worried song It takes a worried man to sing a worried song I'm worried now but I won't be worried long Went across the river, I lay down to sleep Went across the river, I lay down to sleep When I woke up had shackles on my feet Twenty-one links of chain around my leg Twenty-one links of chain around my leg And on each link the initials of my name The train I ride is twenty-one coaches long The train I ride is twenty-one coaches long The gal I love is on that train and gone Asked that judge what's gonna be my fine Asked that judge what's gonna be my fine Twenty-one years on that Rocky Mountain Line Twenty-one years to pay my awful crime Twenty-one years to pay my awful crime Twenty-one years, and I still got ninety-nine
11.
Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother She's sleeping here, right by my side And in her right hand a silver dagger She says that I can't be your bride "All men are false", says my mother "They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies The very next evening they'll court another Leave you alone to pine and sigh" My daddy is a handsome devil He's got a chain five miles long And on every link a heart does dangle Of another maid he's loved and wronged Go, court another tender maiden And hope that she will be your wife For I've been warned and I've decided To sleep alone all of my life
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Everybody’s got to walk this lonesome valley They've got to walk it by themselves Ain't nobody here can walk it for them They've got to walk it by themselves My mother’s got to walk this lonesome valley She’s got to walk it by herself Ain't nobody here can walk it for her She’s got to walk it by herself My father’s got to walk this lonesome valley He’s got to walk it by himself Ain't nobody here can walk it for him He’s got to walk it by himself Everybody’s got to walk this lonesome valley They've got to walk it by themselves Ain't nobody here can walk it for them They've got to walk it by themselves
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Hang me, oh, hang me, I'll be dead and gone. Hang me, oh, hang me, I'll be dead and gone. I wouldn't mind the hanging it's just the laying in the grave's so long Poor boy, I've been all around this world. I been all around Cape Girardeau, parts of Arkansas All around Cape Girardeau, parts of Arkansas Got so goddamn hungry I could hide behind a straw Poor boy, I've been all around this world. Went up Blue Ridge Mountain there I made my stand Went up Blue Ridge Mountain mountain, there I made my stand A rifle on my shoulder and a dagger in my hand Poor boy, I've been all around this world. Put the rope around my neck, hung me up so high Put the rope around my neck, hung me up so high The last words I heard them say: "Won't be long before you die" Poor boy, I've been all around this world.
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Down in the valley valley so low Hang your head over hear the wind blow Hear the wind blow dear hear the wind blow Hang your head over hear the wind blow Roses love sunshine violets love dew Angels in heaven know I love you Know I love you dear know I love you Angels in heaven know I love you If you don’t love me love whom you please Throw your arms ’round me give my heart ease Give my heart ease love give my heart ease Throw your arms round me give my heart ease Build me a castle forty feet high So I can see him as he rides by As he rides by love as he rides by So I can see him as he rides by Write me a letter send it by mail Send it in care of Birmingham jail Birmingham jail love Birmingham jail Send it in care of Birmingham jail
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I asked your mother for you She told me that you were too young I wish dear Lord I'd never seen your face I'm sorry that you ever were born Irene, goodnight Irene, goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I guess you're in my dreams Sometimes I live in the country Sometimes I live in town Sometimes I get a great notion Jumping into the river and drown Irene, goodnight Irene, goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I guess you're in my dreams Stop ramblin' and stop gamblin' Quit staying out late at night Go home to your wife and family Stay there by the fireside bright Irene, goodnight Irene, goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I guess you're in my dreams I love Irene, God knows I do I love her till the sea runs dry And if Irene turns her back on me I'm gonna take morphine and die Irene, goodnight Irene, goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I'll get you in my dreams
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about

(Some tracks are not on Bandcamp. For the full album, see the link below.)

I began recording these songs in early 2022 as I was listening to a lot of American folk music and teaching myself recording and mixing. At the time, I was in my sixth month of listening to construction in the apartment below mine, so learning, playing, and eventually recording these songs was a way for me to take my mind off the noise.

Originally, the album was meant to be just one-take recordings of voice and guitar. But as the months went on and the project snowballed into a larger one with additional parts and arrangements, I realized I needed to stop myself or I would never finish. The music was becoming a compulsive escape rather than the fun project that it started out as. So in order to tie up the loose ends, I made drastic decisions, leading to some tracks featuring weird mixes, synths, and auto-tune.

In late 2022, I finished the album but felt that it was too demo-y and incoherent to share. In early 2023, I returned to it, attempting to recapture the original voice-and-guitar sound that had inspired me to record the songs, which lead to some alternate versions. I shelved the project again, but ultimately came back to it in November 2023, deciding to finish it once and for all.

Folk music has long been a means of expression by the people, for the people — the word "folk" comes from the old English "folc", meaning "common people" — and as such, the history of American folk music represents the history of America itself.

For instance, some traditional songs which are still well known today (Camptown Races, Jimmy Crack Corn, Oh Susanna, Jingle Bells, Buffalo Gals, Shoo Fly Don't Bother Me, I've Been Working On The Railroad to name a few) trace their roots back to minstrel shows — a kind of theater that emerged in the early 1800s which consisted of largely white actors performing in blackface, stereotyping people of African descent for entertainment. Minstrel shows became extremely popular throughout the 19th century and continued to be performed up until the 1970s.

Of the song Worried Man Blues, the website Ballads of America notes that the reason for the narrator's incarceration could be the crime of "vagrancy", one which predominantly targeted African Americans in the post-abolition South. "Under the convict leasing system, prisoners were leased to the owners of factories, farms, mines, and railroads to meet the South's demand for cheap labor after the abolition of slavery. These prisoner laborers, primarily African American men, sometimes lived out their lives without trial or connection to their families." While the practice officially "ended" in 20th century, similar forms of prisoner labor continued after and continue today. (Link in the description for Worried Man Blues.)

In the end, this album was a lesson in embracing imperfection, a practical lesson in recording and mixing, and a lesson in American history. These songs are ones which are near to my heart or which have grown on me in the last two years. I hope you may find a song or two that you like, and I recommend listening to the original recordings as well. I made a Spotify playlist of the recordings I listened to of these songs which you can listen to here:
open.spotify.com/playlist/10xurz9GCd6gq8yIC9rqzc?si=c100d710a4de4326

The music is free, but if you feel so inclined, I would recommend donating to a charity that supports social justice causes such as the NAACP, ACLU, EJI, or your preferred charity.

Thank you for reading and listening.

Full album:
youtube.com/playlist?list=PL1d2zXh_HIYZxeBut3bd_-Bb-3xNvoQoM&feature=shared

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released December 3, 2023

Music by Conor Nickerson
Album art by Conor Nickerson

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Conor Nickerson is an American-born songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, filmmaker, and photographer based in Montreal, Quebec.

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