The Oldtime Stringband - Going Across the Mountain (Frank Proffitt)
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- The video recordings for this clip where made at the 2017 Hannut Country Music Festival in Belgium.
Special guest on the blues harp was the fabulous Torsten Stähler.
'Going Across the Mountain' can be found on the Oldtime Stringband's third CD "Cat's Got the Measles".
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Going Across the Mountain
Going across the mountain,
Oh, fare you well;
Going across the mountain,
You can hear my banjo tell.
Got my rations on my back,
My powder it is dry;
I'm a-goin' across the mountain,
Chrissie, don't you cry.
Going across the mountain,
To join the boys in blue;
When this war is over,
I'll come back to you.
Going across the mountain,
If I have to crawl,
To give old Jeff's men
A little of my rifle ball.
Way before it's good daylight,
If nothing happens to me,
I'll be way down yander
In old Tennessee.
I expect you'll miss me when I'm gone,
But I'm going through;
When this war is over,
I'll come back to you.
Going across the mountain,
Oh, fare you well;
Going across the mountain,
Oh, fare you well. - เพลง
I think I'm in love
I must have died and gone to heaven...is anyone on earth allowed to have this great of a voice and ability to consistently perform....wonderful.
That is such a sweet comment. Thanks, Charles.
Wow. What a nice comment. Thanks for listening.
Now that is my music! Love this more then life itself!
It's what makes us happy too!
Mighty fine
Thank you
The song was written by a Tennessean who went North to join the Union Army. He talks about giving “Jeff’s men” a little of his rifle ball, that’s in reference to Jefferson Davis president of the confederacy. The full version has a verse that goes:
Going across the Mountain even if I have to crawl, gonna give Jeff Davis a little of my rifle ball, no slave or no freeman ever done me any harm, ain’t gonna lay my life down for some rich mans cotton farm.