Cisco had a great voice but is lesser known today than his music partner- Woody Guthrie. It was Cisco and Woody that played music together all up and down California for migrant vineyard workers. They also played on the US Navy ships for homesick soldiers in WW-II. Although Cisco's life was short (lived till his 40s) his voice and guitar playing is legendary. Enjoy! For further information on Cisco go to: www.ciscohouston.com. + Informações

When cancer claimed the life of forty-two-year-old Cisco Houston, American folk music lost one of its most authentic voices and a legendary figure who came to symbolize one of the most unique economic and social periods in this country's history. His romantic image and life experiences have been immortalized in his music, which, during his lifetime, he often sang and played with his pal Woody Guthrie. Cisco (Gilbert Vandine) Houston was born on August 18, 1918, in Wilmington, Delaware. He moved with his family to the West Coast, where he spent the majority of his childhood, and later adopted his first name of Cisco from the Sierra Nevada town near the Donner Pass. He had picked up folk tunes from members of his family and he learned to play the guitar before finishing high school in Los Angeles, He began his itinerant life during the Depression years and he worked at various jobs out West, and as a ranch hand in Colorado Houston expanded his repertoire with cowboy songs. Throughout his travels, he carried his guitar slung over his shoulder, and music was always incorporated into his daily life. He performed informally for friends and fellow workers and occasionally he shared his music with audiences at clubs and over Western radio stations. His life-style attracted him to others who shared a similar philosophical outlook, and his friendships with Woody Guthrie, Leadbelly, and Jack Elliott were natural extensions of his life and music... Houston and Guthrie traveled and .... + Informações

Formore information about this album, click here: www.folkways.si.edu and for more information about Smithsonian Folkways , the non-profit record label of the national museum, click here: www.folkways.si.edu This video features Cisco Houston's "The Cat Came Back" from the 1994 album "The Folkways Years, 1944-1961" on Smithsonian Folkways. Digital Downloads are available of this album in both MP3 and FLAC format. ©2008 Smithsonian Institution. + Informações

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Leadbelly toca com Cisco Houston e W oody Guthrie , música Alabama Bound (arr. Huddie Ledbetter) vinil coletânea folk lançado originalmente pela VERVE intitulado FOLKWAYS . folk go-go (vmlp-14071) (65-OL-422) gravado e autorizado pela MG M Records inc. e fabricado por som industria e comércio SA um produto COPACABANA ind. Brasileira ( sem registro do ano em que aconteceu o encontro entre esses três artistas) no vinil não consta também, o ano em que foi gravado. nem o ano em que foi lançado.. + Informações

From the Roots of Bob Dylan Mojo compilation. + Informações

Formore information about this album, click here: www.folkways.si.edu and for more information about Smithsonian Folkways , the non-profit record label of the national museum, click here: www.folkways.si.edu This video features Cisco Houston's "The Fox" from the 1994 album "The Folkways Years, 1944-1961" on Smithsonian Folkways. Digital Downloads are available of this album in both MP3 and FLAC format. ©2008 Smithsonian Institution. + Informações

The Killer Cisco Houston American Folk Tales Cisco Houston was a folk singer. He preformed often with Woody Guthrie. He also preformed with Lead Belly. He died in 1961 from stomach cancer. He continued preforming until physically no longer able and recorded his last album two months before his death. The Killer was written by Cisco Houston Dobie Bill, he went a-riding through the canyon, in the glow Of a quiet Sunday morning from the town of Angelo; Ridin' easy on that pinto that he dearly loved to straddle, With a six-gun and sombrero that was wider than his saddle And he's hummin' as he's goin' of a simple little song That's a-boomin' through the cactus as he's gallopin' along: "Oh, I've rid from San Antony through the mesquite and the sand I'm a rarin', flarin' bucko, not afraid to play my hand. Well, I'm a hootin', shootin' demon and to have my little fun On my pinto called Apache and Adolphus -- that's my gun." Well straight to Santa Fe he drifted, and he mills around the town Sorta gittin' of his bearin's as he pours his liquor down. But he's watchin', always watchin', every hombre in the place, Like he's mebbe sorta lookin' for some certain hombre's face. Then one night he saunters careless to the place of Monte Sam And he does a bit of playin' like he doesn't give a damn. Then all at once it's hushed and quiet, like a calm before the blow, And the crowd is tense and nervous, and the playin stopped and slow. At the bar a man is standin', sneerin' as his glances lay .... + Informações

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cryderville jail - traditional Cryderville Jail, ain't no jail at all, The lice in that jail are chewin' the wall. Chorus: It's hard times in the Cryderville Jail, It's hard times, poor boy. There's a big bull ring in the middle of the floor, And a damned old jailer to open the door. Chorus: Your pockets he'll pick, and your clothes he will sell, Your hands he will handcuff, oh damn him to hell. Chorus: Our bed it is made of old rotten rugs, And when we lay down we are covered with bugs: Chorus: The bugs they swear if we don't give bail, We are bound to get lousy in Cryderville Jail. Chorus: I wrote to my mother to send me a knife, The lice and the chinches have threatened my life. Chorus: And here's to the lawyer, he'll come to your cell, And swear he will clear you in spite of all Hell. Chorus: He'll get all of your money before he will rest, Then he'll say, "Plead guilty, I think it the best." Chorus: Old Judge Simpson will read you the law, The damndest fool judge that you ever saw. Chorus: And there sits the jury, a devil of a crew, They'll look a poor pris'ner clean through and through. Chorus: And here's to the sheriff, I like to forgot, The darndest old rascal we have in the lot. Chorus: Your privileges he will take, your clothes he will sell, Get drunk on your money, oh damn him to hell. Chorus: And now I have come to the end of my song, I'll leave it to the boys as I go along. Chorus: Yes it's hard times in the Cryderville jail, It's hard times poor boy.. + Informações

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Short, but great song by one of my favorite folk singers. I have heard other versions of this song although none like this one. Subscribe for other videos. Enjoy! My Top 10 Folk Musicians from the 60's & 70's: www.youtube.com Lyrics: I was born 100000 years ago And there's nothin' in this world I do not know Why the flag started flying When George Washington stopped lying I can lick the man who says that isn't so I saw Eve and Adam driven from the door I'm the man who picked the fig leaf that they wore When the apple they were eating I was from the bushes peeping I can prove that I'm the man that ate the core Queen Elizabeth, she fell in love with me, poor girl We were married in Milwaukee secretly Then I snuck around and shook her 'Cause I went with General Hooker Just to fight mosquitoes down in Tennessee I saw Noah when he built his famous ark I slipped into it one night when it was dark I saw Jonah swallow the whale And I pulled the lion's tale Then I crossed the land of Canaan on a lark I taught Solomon his little ABC's And I helped Brigham Young invent limburger cheese Well I sailed out on the bay With Methuselah one day And I saved his flowing whiskers from the breeze. + Informações

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Joe Hill's 'The Tramp' played by Cisco Houston. Joe Hill, born Joel Emmanuel Hägglund, and also known as Joseph Hillström (October 7, 1879[1] -- November 19, 1915) was a Swedish-American labor activist, songwriter, and member of the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW, also known as the "Wobblies"). A native Swedish speaker, he learned English during the early 1900s, while looking for industrial jobs from New York to Los Angeles. Hill soon managed to become a well-respected songwriter for the workers' association. His most famous songs include "The Preacher and the Slave", "The Tramp", "There is Power in the Union", "Rebel Girl", and "Casey Jones: Union Scab", which generally express the harsh but combative life of industrial workers. In 1914, wounded the same night of the assassinations of JG Morrison, a local notable, and his son, Hill was accused of their murders. Hill declined to give an alibi, explaining the wound as the consequence of a dispute over a woman. Commentators speculated that Hill declined to make public his love affair with a married woman, in order to avoid consequences to her. He was convicted in a controversial trial with changing testimony. Following an unsuccessful appeal, political debates, and international calls for clemency from high profile people and workers' associations, Hill was executed in November 1915. After his death, he was memorialized by several folk songs and has inspired books and poetry.. + Informações

www.kampflieder.de - Das Archiv der Arbeiterbewegung. ---------------------------------------------------- If you all will shut your trap, I will tell you 'bout a chap, That was broke and up against it too, for fair; He was not the kind to shirk, He was looking hard for work, But he heard the same old story everywhere. Tramp, tramp, tramp, keep on a-tramping, Nothing doing here for you; If I catch you 'round again, You will wear the ball and chain, Keep on tramping, that's the best thing you can do. He walked up and down the street, Till the shoes fell off his feet. In a house he spied a lady cooking stew, And he said, "How do you do, May I chop some wood for you?" What the lady told him made him feel so blue. Tramp, tramp, tramp, keep on a-tramping, Nothing doing here for you; If I catch you 'round again, You will wear the ball and chain, Keep on tramping, that's the best thing you can do. 'Cross the street a sign he read, "Work for Jesus" so it said, And he said, "Here is my chance, I'll surely try," And he kneeled upon the floor, Till his knees got rather sore, But at eating-time he heard the preacher cry-- Tramp, tramp, tramp, keep on a-tramping, Nothing doing here for you; If I catch you 'round again, You will wear the ball and chain, Keep on tramping, that's the best thing you can do. Down the street he met a cop, And the copper made him stop, And he asked him, "When did you blow into town? Come with me up to the judge," But the judge he said, "Oh fudge, Bums that .... + Informações

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From the album The Folkways Years, 1944-1961 - www.amazon.com Lyrics: www.ciscohouston.com. + Informações

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what did the deep sea say - traditional Oh captain tell me true Does my sailor sail with you No he does not sail with me He sleeps on the bottom of the sea What did the deep sea say Tell me, what did the deep sea say It moaned and groaned And it splashed and it foamed And it rolled on its weary way He promised he'd write to me His promise he never kept true Never a word from my sailor have I heard Since he sailed on that ocean blue What did the deep sea say Tell me, what did the deep sea say It moaned and groaned And it splashed and it foamed And it rolled on its weary way Well a beautiful rose every day I placed on the crest of the waves I said "Take it please And let the pedals fall Upon his watery grave" What did the deep sea say, Tell me, what did the deep sea say It moaned and groaned And it splashed and it foamed And it rolled on its weary way What did that deep sea say, Tell me, what did that deep sea say It moaned and groaned And it splashed and it foamed And it rolled on its weary way. + Informações