I REMEMBER, with crystal clarity, the first time I heard Peter Stanley sing. It was 40 years ago, at a picnic on our family mountaintop. I was a boy of 17, too young to mix with the college friends of my cousin, but as the sun went down...

Wabash Cannonball
Man of Constant Sorrow
Greenland Whale Fisheries
Talking Dust Bowl Blues
Equinoxial
So Early, Early in the Spring
Salty Dog
Dark as a Dungeon
Single Girl
Willow Garden
Logger Lover
I Know Where I'm Going
To the Ladies
Crow on the Cradle
He Was a Friend of Mine

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