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SOUTH CAROLINA WALTZ
VERSEIt was early spring
Cherry blossoms were bloomin’
And the sun settin’ low in the palmetto sky

Sally Ann took the hand

Of Sir William Lewis
And fell in love as they danced to
The South Carolina Waltz

VERSE
He was a sailor
Who came from South Hampton
From a ship building family, though we never pried
Sally Ann had her man, Sir William Lewis
And they danced and they swayed to the South Carolina Waltz

CHORUS
We always knew

That it was forever
Like the dawn of the rest of their lives
From that night on, they were always together
Side By Side

VERSE
It was late in the fall
When winter came callin’
And the sun sinkin’ low in the palmetto sky
Sally Ann took the hand of sir William Lewis
And they sailed off together for a late sunset ride
But the autumn winds can be unforgiving
And from out of nowhere their boat capsized
And Sally Ann grabbed the hand of Sir William Lewis
And we found them together on the shore where they died

Short Instrumental break

Now it’s early spring
Cherry blossoms are bloomin’
And the sun settin’ low in the palmetto sky

Sally Ann and her man
Are restin’ in peace

While the wind sings and dances to

The South Carolina Waltz
The South Carolina Waltz

TOO MANY HONKY TONKS
VERSE
I know she didn’t mean to hurt me
She tried so hard to make it right
I guess I lost out to the whisky
But I wonder where my baby is tonight

CHORUS
‘Cause when her tears start fallin’
Her goodtime friends come callin’
And they won’t keep her feet

On solid ground
From lonely street to misery
Uptown on down
There’re just too many honky tonks around

INSTRUMENTAL

VERSE
The neon lights are shinin’
Right thru the warm glow of this wine
And my ole heart is pinin’
And I wonder where she’ll be

At closing time.

CHORUS
‘Cause when her tears start fallin’
Her goodtime friends come callin’
And they won’t keep her feet

On solid ground
From lonely street to misery
Uptown on down
There’re just too many honky tonks around

From lonely street to misery
Uptown on down
There’re just too many honky tonks around

I DON'T MATTER ANYWAY
VERSE
There’s a rumor goin’ round this little town
Say you’re gonna throw my love away
Well tell me where do you get off
I’m the one having second thoughts
And I don’t think we can last another day

CHORUS
So We can talk about it
We can sleep on it
But I ain’t gonna meet you face to face
Cause I’m beginnin’ to see

What you don’t mean to me
And it really doesn’t matter anyway

VERSE
You’ve got a new boyfriend, and I’m real free
Let’s just call a spade a spade
I’m eatin’ real well, and takin’ care of myself
It’s something I gave up on along the way

CHORUS
So we can talk about it
We can sleep on it
But I ain’t gonna meet you face to face
Cause I’m beginnin’ to see

What you don’t mean to me
And it really doesn’t matter anyway

REPEAT CHORUS
We can talk about it
We can sleep on it
But I ain’t gonna meet you face to face
Cause I’m beginnin’ to see

What you don’t mean to me

And it really doesn’t matter anyway

No it really doesn’t matter anyway

Verse 1
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountains to the south side by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 2
Now She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say
There's that gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 3
Yeah Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call
You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 4
Our Eastern states are dandy so the people always say
From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No chances can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 5
So Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call
You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball


Traditional arranged by
Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau