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]
G D7 G
"No home, no home," said a little girl
D7 C G
At the door of a rich man's home
C G
She trembling stood on the marble steps
D7 G
And leaned on the polished wall
G D7 G
Her clothes were thin and her feet were bare
D7 C G
And the snowflakes covered her head
C G
"Let me come in," she feebly said
D7 G
"Please give me a little bread"
G D7 G
As the little girl still trembling stood
D7 C G
Before that rich man's door
C G
With a frowning face he scornfully said
D7 G
"No room, no bread for the poor"
G D7 G
Then the rich man went to his table so fine
D7 C G
Where he and his family were fed
C G
And the orphan stood in the snow so deep
D7 G
As she cried for a piece of bread
G D7 G
The rich man slept on his velvet couch
D7 C G
And he dreamed of his silver and gold
C G
While the orphan lay in a bed of snow
D7 G
And murmured, "So cold, so cold"
G D7 G
The hours rolled on through the midnight storm
D7 C G
Rolled on like a funeral bell
C G
The sleet came down in a blinding sheet
D7 G
And the drifting snow still fell
G D7 G
When morning came the little girl
D7 C G
Still lay at the rich man's door
C G
But her soul had fled away to its home
D7 G
Where there's room and there's bread for the poor
G D7 G
"No home, no home," said a little girl
D7 C G
At the door of a rich man's home
C G
She trembling stood on the marble steps
D7 G
And leaned on the polished wall
G D7 G
Her clothes were thin and her feet were bare
D7 C G
And the snowflakes covered her head
C G
"Let me come in," she feebly said
D7 G
"Please give me a little bread"
G D7 G
As the little girl still trembling stood
D7 C G
Before that rich man's door
C G
With a frowning face he scornfully said
D7 G
"No room, no bread for the poor"
G D7 G
Then the rich man went to his table so fine
D7 C G
Where he and his family were fed
C G
And the orphan stood in the snow so deep
D7 G
As she cried for a piece of bread
G D7 G
The rich man slept on his velvet couch
D7 C G
And he dreamed of his silver and gold
C G
While the orphan lay in a bed of snow
D7 G
And murmured, "So cold, so cold"
G D7 G
The hours rolled on through the midnight storm
D7 C G
Rolled on like a funeral bell
C G
The sleet came down in a blinding sheet
D7 G
And the drifting snow still fell
G D7 G
When morning came the little girl
D7 C G
Still lay at the rich man's door
C G
But her soul had fled away to its home
D7 G
Where there's room and there's bread for the poor
Dog Is Dead
Dogs Die In Hot (...)
Doja Cat
Dolls United
Dolly