Well, I was feelin' sad and feelin' blue, I didn't know what in the world I was gonna do, Them Communists they wus comin' around, They wus in the air, They wus on the ground. They wouldn't gimme no peace. . . So I run down most hurriedly And joined up with the John Birch Society, I got me a secret membership card And started off a-walkin' down the road. Yee-hoo, I'm a real John Bircher now! Look out you Commies! Now we all agree with Hitlers' views, Although he killed six million Jews. It don't matter too much that he was a Fascist, At least you can't say he was a Communist! That's to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria. Well, I wus lookin' everywhere for them gol-darned Reds. I got up in the mornin' 'n' looked under my bed, Looked in the sink, behind the door, Looked in the glove compartment of my car. Couldn't find 'em . . . I wus lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere, I wus lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair. I looked way up my chimney hole, I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl. They got away . . . Well, I wus sittin' home alone an' started to sweat, Figured they wus in my T.V. set. Peeked behind the picture frame, Got a shock from my feet, hittin' right up in the brain. Them Reds caused it! I know they did . . . them hard-core ones. Well, I quit my job so I could work alone, Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes. Followed some clues from my detective bag And discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag! That ol' Betty Ross . . . Well, I investigated all the books in the library, Ninety percent of 'em gotta be burned away. I investigated all the people that I knowed, Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go. The other two percent are fellow Birchers . . . just like me. Now Eisenhower, he's a Russian spy, Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy. To my knowledge there's just one man That's really a true American: George Lincoln Rockwell. I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus. Well, I fin'ly started thinkin' straight When I run outa things to investigate. Couldn't imagine doin' anything else, So now I'm sittin' home investigatin' myself! Hope I don't find out anything . . . hmm, great God!

Paranoid Blues
source: Various early '60s live

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Tracks: 
Quest TV:
The Times
Talking World War III Blues
Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll
Girl Of The North Country
Hard Rain
Restless Farewell
Skip Weshner Show:
Tomorrow Is A Long Time
Masters Of War
Bob Dylan's Blues
Gerdes Folk City:
Honey Just Allow Me One More Chance
Talkin' New York /Talkin' Folk Lore Center
Corrina Corrina (Trad - Dylan arr)
Deep Ellum Blues (Trad)
Blowin' In The Wind
Billy Faier show:
Baby Let Me Follow You Down (von Schmidt)
Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues
Death Of Emmett Till
Make Me A Pallet On Your Floor (Trad)

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Review:
This is a nice, early, collectible CD of some indispensable early '60s material. A few problems to note are: The recordings were made directly from vinyl LPs. There is slight (but by no means offensive) vinyl noise. The worst problem is with the Billy Faier show. The version here was originally recorded from broadcast on a receiver that was constantly drifting, and producing white noise interference. It gets to be quite annoying. There are clean versions of this great recording available. An oddity with the packaging is that, while the material is from 1962, the photos and artwork are from 1969. No matter, they are quite nice. The best thing of all about this package is that the captivating front cover photo is silk screened  onto the CD itself producing a relatively rare (in 1990) picture CD. Very nice.