Makin' Paper Lyrics by Peter Thomas, to the tune of Makin' Whoopie Intro: C, Cdim, Dm7, G7 C G7 C C7 F Fm In the winter, rivers run, stampers beat, until the pulp is done C (Am7 Dm7) G7 C (Cdim, Dm7, G7) another season, another reason for makin' paper. In the spring, we work the vat, making paper is really where it's at, another season, another reason for makin' paper. In the summer, the weather's hot, water's cool, make paper a lot, another season, another reason, for makin' paper. In the fall, the winds they blow, paper dries fast, in the lofts you know, another season, another reason for makin' paper. (C, G7, C, C7) (Bridge) F C F C Make paper every season. Make paper day or night. F C D7 G7 When it comes to making paper, every season's alright. Another dip, it's really neat, couch the paper, get felt between the sheets. That's the reason, besides the season, for makin' paper. (Repeat last line slowly to end) The Ballad of Dard Hunter Lyrics by Peter Thomas to the tune of John Henry G When Dard Hunter was a little feller D7 Sitting in old Elbert's reverie G C He picked up a book with a floppy leather cover G C G C Said paper's goina be the death of me lord, G D7 G Papermaking's goina be the death of me. Roycrofters said to Dard Hunter Handmade paper's costs are too high Goina bring commercial paper out on the job We'll use commercial paper that's no lie lord, Use commercial paper that's no lie. Dard Hunter said to Elbert Hubbard A man ain't nothing but a man. Before I let a book of mine be made like that Goina die with a deckle in my hand lord Die with a deckle in my hand. Dard Hunter learned how to make paper, To make type and to print, that's no lie. He made a lot of books. He worked real hard. Then he laid down his deckle and he died lord, Laid down his deckle and he died. They buried him in Chillicothe. They buried him under the sand. Whenever a book lover comes wandering round. They say there lies a papermakin' man lord, There lies a papermaking man. Now folks they made an organization: The Friends of Dard Hunter, that's no lie. They all love paper, got moulds and deckles too. Now papermakin' will not die lord, Hand papermaking will not die. We love paper they all sigh lord Hand papermaking will not die. Rags make paper Lyrics by Peter Thomas to the tune of Shortnin' Bread C Rags make paper, paper makes money. G7 C Money makes banks, banks make loans. Repeat one time. Money makes banks, banks make loans. Loans make beggars, beggars make rags. Repeat one time. Return to beginning.
