Dave Van Ronk (Brooklyn, New York City, New York, June 30, 1936 – New York City, New York, February 10, 2002) was an American folk singer, born in Brooklyn, New York, who settled in Greenwich Village, New York, and was eventually nicknamed the "Mayor of MacDougal Street" .
He was an important figure in the acoustic folk revival of the 1960s. His work ranged from old English ballads to Bertolt Brecht, blues, gospel, rock, New Orleans jazz, and swing. He was also known for performing instrumental ragtime guitar music, especially his transcription of St. Louis Tickle and Scott Joplin's Maple Leaf Rag.
Dave Van Ronk was regarded as the friendly uncle of Greenwich Village,
presiding over the coffeehouse folk culture and acting as a friend to
many up and coming artists, inspiring, aiding and promoting them. Folk
performers whom he befriended included Bob Dylan, Tom Paxton, Patrick Sky, Phil Ochs, Ramblin' Jack Elliott and Joni Mitchell.
Van Ronk received the Lifetime Achievement Award of the American
Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers (ASCAP), in December 1997.
Van Ronk died of cardio-pulmonary failure while undergoing post-operative treatment for colon cancer in a New York hospital.
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Hang Me Oh Hang Me - Dave Van Rock
Hang me oh hang me
I'll be dead and gone
Hang me oh hang me
I'll be dead and gone
Wouldn't mind the hanging
But the laying in the grave so long
Poor boy
I've been all around this world
I've been all around Cape Girardeau
Parts of Arkansas
All around Cape Girardeau
Parts of Arkansas
Got so goddamn hungry
I could hide behind a straw
I've been all around this world
Went up on a mountain
There I made my stand
Went up on a mountain
There I made my stand
Rifle on my shoulder
And a dagger in my hand
Poor boy
I've been all around this world
Hang me oh hang me
I'll be dead and gone
Hang me oh hang me
I'll be dead and gone
Wouldn't mind the hanging
But the laying in the grave so long
Poor boy
I've been all around this world
Put the rope around my neck
Hung me up so high
Put the rope around my neck
Hung me up so high
Last words I heard him say:
Won't be long now 'fore you die
Poor boy
I've been all around this world
Hang me oh hang me
And I'll be dead and gone
Hang me oh hang me
I'll be dead and gone
Wouldn't mind the hanging
But the laying in the grave so long
Poor boy
I've been all around this world
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