Biography:
Arthel Lane "Doc" Watson (March 3, 1923, Deep Gap, North Carolina – May 29, 2012, Winston-Salem, North Carolina) was a guitar player, banjo player, songwriter and singer of bluegrass, folk, country, blues and gospel music.
Doc played guitar in both flatpicking and fingerpicking style, but was best known for his flatpick work. His virtuosity combined with his authenticity as a mountain musician made him a highly influential figure during the folk music revival.
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Other songs:
- Blue Ridge Mountain Blues
- Deep River Blues
- A
- Alberta
- Banks Of The Ohio
- Big Spike Hammer
- Blue Railroad Train
- Born About Six Thousand Years Ago
- Call Of The Road
- Columbus Stockade Blues
- Crawdad Hole Song
- Curly Headed Baby
- Docs Guitar
- Dont Monkey Round My Widder
- Dream Of The Miners Child
- Footprints In The Snow
- Gamblers Yodel
- Georgie
- Going Down This Road Feeling Bad
- Gonna Lay Down My Old Guitar
- Greenville Trestle High
- Handsome Molly
- I Couldnt Believe It Was True
- I Saw A Man At The Close Of Day
- Im Thinking Tonight Of My Blue Eyes
- In Case You Ever Change Your Mind
- Life Gits Teejus Dont It
- Listening To The Rain
- Little Darlin Pal Of Mine
- Little Orphan Girl
- Little Sadie
- Little Stream Of Whiskey
- Lost John
- Mama Dont Allow No Music
- Mandman With A Box
- Matchbox Blues
- Matty Groves
- Mississippi Heavy Water Blues
- Moody River
- More Pretty Girls Than One
- My Creole Belle
- My Rose Of Old Kentucky
- Nashville Picking
- Never No Mo Blues
- Nobodys Fault But Mine
- Nothin To It
- Old Camp Meeting Time
- Omie Wise
- Peach Picking Time In Georgia
- Ready For The Times To Get Better
- Rising Sun Blues
- Rye Cove
- Shady Grove
- Sitting On Top Of The World
- St James Hospital
- St James Infirmary
- Stackolee
- Streamline Cannonball
- Summertime
- T For Texas
- Tennessee Rag
- Tennessee Stud
- The Riddle Song
- The Telephone Girl
- The Train That Carried My Girl From Town
- Three Times Seven
- Tom Dooley
- Train Whistle Blues
- Traveling Man
- Treasures Untold
- Uncloudy Day
- Walk On Boy
- Way Downtown
- Weary Blues
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[Verse]
D D7 G D
I remember as a boy how in wonderment and joy,
D A
I’d watch the trains as they roll by
D D7 G D
And the whistle’s lonesome sound you could hear for miles around,
D A D
As they rolled across that Greenville Trestle high.
[Chorus]
G D D A
But the whistles don’t sound like they used to. Lately not many trains go by.
D G D
Hard times across the land mean no work for a railroad man.
D A D
And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high.
[Verse]
D D7 G D
On the riverbank I’d stand with a canepole in my hand
D A
and watch the freight trains up against the sky.
D D7 G D
With the black smoke trailin’ back as they moved along the tracks,
D A D
that runs across that Greenville Trestle high
[Chorus]
G D D A
But the whistles don’t sound like they used to. Lately not many trains go by.
D G D
Hard times across the land mean no work for a railroad man.
D A D
And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high.
[Verse]
D D7 G D
When the lonesome whistles whine I get rambling on my mind
D A
and I wish they still sounded that way.
D D7 G D
As I turn and head for home, Lord she’d rumble, low, and moan
D A D
toward the sunset at the close of day.
[Chorus]
G D D A
But the whistles don’t sound like they used to. Lately not many trains go by.
D G D
Hard times across the land mean no work for a railroad man.
D A D
And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high.
D D7 G D
I remember as a boy how in wonderment and joy,
D A
I’d watch the trains as they roll by
D D7 G D
And the whistle’s lonesome sound you could hear for miles around,
D A D
As they rolled across that Greenville Trestle high.
[Chorus]
G D D A
But the whistles don’t sound like they used to. Lately not many trains go by.
D G D
Hard times across the land mean no work for a railroad man.
D A D
And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high.
[Verse]
D D7 G D
On the riverbank I’d stand with a canepole in my hand
D A
and watch the freight trains up against the sky.
D D7 G D
With the black smoke trailin’ back as they moved along the tracks,
D A D
that runs across that Greenville Trestle high
[Chorus]
G D D A
But the whistles don’t sound like they used to. Lately not many trains go by.
D G D
Hard times across the land mean no work for a railroad man.
D A D
And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high.
[Verse]
D D7 G D
When the lonesome whistles whine I get rambling on my mind
D A
and I wish they still sounded that way.
D D7 G D
As I turn and head for home, Lord she’d rumble, low, and moan
D A D
toward the sunset at the close of day.
[Chorus]
G D D A
But the whistles don’t sound like they used to. Lately not many trains go by.
D G D
Hard times across the land mean no work for a railroad man.
D A D
And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high.
Dog Is Dead
Dogs Die In Hot (...)
Doja Cat
Dolls United
Dolly