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Talking Dust Bowl Blues
(Woody Guthrie)
Back in nineteen twenty seven
I had a little farm and I called it heaven
Prices up and the rain come down
I hauled my crops all into town
Got the money...bought clothes and groceries...
Fed the kids..and raised a big family
But the rain quit and the wind got high
Black old dust storm filled the sky
I traded my farm for a Ford machine
Poured it full of this gas-i-line
And started...rocking and a-rolling
Deserts and mountains...to California
Way up yonder on a mountain road
Hot motor and a heavy load
Going purty fast, wasn't even stopping
Bouncing up and down like popcorn a-popping
Had a breakdown..kind of a nervous bustdown
Mechanic feller there charged me five bucks
And said it was En-gine trouble
Way up yonder on a mountain curve
Way up yonder in a piney wood
I gave that rolling Ford a shove
Gonna coast just fars as I could
Commence a rolling..picking up speed
Come a hairpin turn..and I didn't make it
Man alive, I'm a telling you
The fiddles and guitars really flew
That Ford took off like a flying squirrel
Flew halfway around the world
Scattered wives and children
All over the side of that mountain
Got to California so dad-gum broke
So dad-gum hungry I thought I'd choke
I bummed up a spud or two
Wife fixed up some tater stew
We poured the kids full of it
Looked like a tribe of thy-mometers
arunning around
Lord, man, I swear to you
That was surely mighty thin stew
So damn thin I really mean
You could read a magizine
Right through it..look at the pictures too
Purty whiskey bottles..naked women
Always have thought, always figured
If that damn stew had been a little thinner
Some of these here politicians
Could of seen through it
(Woody Guthrie)
Back in nineteen twenty seven
I had a little farm and I called it heaven
Prices up and the rain come down
I hauled my crops all into town
Got the money...bought clothes and groceries...
Fed the kids..and raised a big family
But the rain quit and the wind got high
Black old dust storm filled the sky
I traded my farm for a Ford machine
Poured it full of this gas-i-line
And started...rocking and a-rolling
Deserts and mountains...to California
Way up yonder on a mountain road
Hot motor and a heavy load
Going purty fast, wasn't even stopping
Bouncing up and down like popcorn a-popping
Had a breakdown..kind of a nervous bustdown
Mechanic feller there charged me five bucks
And said it was En-gine trouble
Way up yonder on a mountain curve
Way up yonder in a piney wood
I gave that rolling Ford a shove
Gonna coast just fars as I could
Commence a rolling..picking up speed
Come a hairpin turn..and I didn't make it
Man alive, I'm a telling you
The fiddles and guitars really flew
That Ford took off like a flying squirrel
Flew halfway around the world
Scattered wives and children
All over the side of that mountain
Got to California so dad-gum broke
So dad-gum hungry I thought I'd choke
I bummed up a spud or two
Wife fixed up some tater stew
We poured the kids full of it
Looked like a tribe of thy-mometers
arunning around
Lord, man, I swear to you
That was surely mighty thin stew
So damn thin I really mean
You could read a magizine
Right through it..look at the pictures too
Purty whiskey bottles..naked women
Always have thought, always figured
If that damn stew had been a little thinner
Some of these here politicians
Could of seen through it
Soron
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THE OLD MAN DOWN THE ROAD
(J.C. Fogerty)
He take the thunder from the mountain, he take the lightning from the sky,
He bring the strong man to his begging knee, he make the young girl's mama cry.
You got to hidey-hide, you got to jump and run;
You got to hidey-hidey-hide, the Old Man is down the road.
He got the voices speak in riddles, he got the eye as black as coal,
He got a suitcase covered with rattlesnake hide, and he stands right in the road.
You got to hidey-hide, you got to jump up run away;
You got to hidey-hidey-hide, the Old Man is down the road.
Aaah!
He make the river call your lover, he make the barking of the hound,
Put a shadow 'cross the window, when the Old Man comes around.
You got to hidey-hide, you got to jump and run again;
You got to hidey-hidey-hide, the Old Man is down the road.
The Old Man is down the road.
Aaah!
You got ta, you got ta, you got ta, hidey-hidey-hide!
(J.C. Fogerty)
He take the thunder from the mountain, he take the lightning from the sky,
He bring the strong man to his begging knee, he make the young girl's mama cry.
You got to hidey-hide, you got to jump and run;
You got to hidey-hidey-hide, the Old Man is down the road.
He got the voices speak in riddles, he got the eye as black as coal,
He got a suitcase covered with rattlesnake hide, and he stands right in the road.
You got to hidey-hide, you got to jump up run away;
You got to hidey-hidey-hide, the Old Man is down the road.
Aaah!
He make the river call your lover, he make the barking of the hound,
Put a shadow 'cross the window, when the Old Man comes around.
You got to hidey-hide, you got to jump and run again;
You got to hidey-hidey-hide, the Old Man is down the road.
The Old Man is down the road.
Aaah!
You got ta, you got ta, you got ta, hidey-hidey-hide!
H'venlee
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MISTER FOX
(John Pole)
Outside Mr. Fox's garden,
Three maids playing with a golden ball
Jenny threw it up and Susan caught it,
Mary bounced it over the wall
The wall is high; Mr. Fox has a little red eye
In she ran to fetch her ball again,
The garden gate stood open wide
Suddenly, it was locked and bolted
Mr. Fox stood just inside
The wall is high; the grasses shiver and the tall trees sigh
He says, "I'll keep your golden ball, Miss Mary
I shall have it and here you shall stay
You shall keep my house and be my servant
Never stir out for a year and a day"
The wall is high; His smile is cruel and his eyes are sly
Spring and summer passed like shadows
She watched the green leaves fade and fall
She walked alone in the empty garden
Mr. Fox said nothing at all
The wall is high; never a soul came near or by
Three strange things he did forbid her
"Never touch my iron box
Never go near the thirteenth room
Nor near the bed," said Mr. Fox
The wall is high; Mary don't you dare ask why
Mary she rose up one morning
Found an iron box on the shelf
But of all the rooms
There were only twelve
The wall is high; Mary don't you peep and pry
One day Mr. Fox went walking
In that box she found a key
It fitted the door she'd never unfastened
And when she opened it, what did she see?
The wall is high; the key said "run" and the door said "fly"
In Mr. Fox's thirteenth bedroom
A naked sword hung on the wall
In a silver bowl on the bed's black counterpane
There she saw her golden ball
The wall is high; the bed said "come" and the sword said "die"
In she ran to fetch her ball again
To snatch it from that great black bed
Out jumped Mr. Fox and lept at her
His teeth flashed white and his eyes burned red
The wall is high
(John Pole)
Outside Mr. Fox's garden,
Three maids playing with a golden ball
Jenny threw it up and Susan caught it,
Mary bounced it over the wall
The wall is high; Mr. Fox has a little red eye
In she ran to fetch her ball again,
The garden gate stood open wide
Suddenly, it was locked and bolted
Mr. Fox stood just inside
The wall is high; the grasses shiver and the tall trees sigh
He says, "I'll keep your golden ball, Miss Mary
I shall have it and here you shall stay
You shall keep my house and be my servant
Never stir out for a year and a day"
The wall is high; His smile is cruel and his eyes are sly
Spring and summer passed like shadows
She watched the green leaves fade and fall
She walked alone in the empty garden
Mr. Fox said nothing at all
The wall is high; never a soul came near or by
Three strange things he did forbid her
"Never touch my iron box
Never go near the thirteenth room
Nor near the bed," said Mr. Fox
The wall is high; Mary don't you dare ask why
Mary she rose up one morning
Found an iron box on the shelf
But of all the rooms
There were only twelve
The wall is high; Mary don't you peep and pry
One day Mr. Fox went walking
In that box she found a key
It fitted the door she'd never unfastened
And when she opened it, what did she see?
The wall is high; the key said "run" and the door said "fly"
In Mr. Fox's thirteenth bedroom
A naked sword hung on the wall
In a silver bowl on the bed's black counterpane
There she saw her golden ball
The wall is high; the bed said "come" and the sword said "die"
In she ran to fetch her ball again
To snatch it from that great black bed
Out jumped Mr. Fox and lept at her
His teeth flashed white and his eyes burned red
The wall is high
SecretScribe
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Haven't been here for a while ... hello Arden, Soron and H'venlee
Here's a song that never was ... or rather the very last piece of it
"Tonight we both are all alone
and here's all that I can say
I love you still and always will
But that's the price we have to pay."
- Hank Williams Sr., unfinished song, penned the night he died, New Year's Eve, 1952
I wish I could say that I have somebody specific in mind when I posted this ... but it's a universal lament and there's a couple of people I'm thinking about ...
SS
Here's a song that never was ... or rather the very last piece of it
"Tonight we both are all alone
and here's all that I can say
I love you still and always will
But that's the price we have to pay."
- Hank Williams Sr., unfinished song, penned the night he died, New Year's Eve, 1952
I wish I could say that I have somebody specific in mind when I posted this ... but it's a universal lament and there's a couple of people I'm thinking about ...
SS
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SecretScribe
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Hello H'venlee ... catching your kiss and returning a kiss as well ...
SecretScribe
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I hope I do as well ... whenever it happens ... kisses are always the sweetest of gifts ...H'venlee said:Mmmm...thank you SS. Kisses always help me sleep better.
Hope you have a good night.
Arden
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*Yawn* Good Morning you two... time to wake up and dance!
SETTING THE WOODS ON FIRE
Hank Williams
Comb your hair and paint and powder
You act proud and I'll act prouder
You sing loud and I'll sing louder
Tonight we're setting the woods on fire
You my gal and I'm your feller
Dress up in your frock of yeller
I'll look swell but you'll look sweller
Setting the woods on fire
We'll take in all the honkey tonks
Tonihgt we're having fun
We'll show the folks a brand new dance
That never has been done
I don't care who thinks we're silly
You be Daffy and I'll be Dilly
We'll order up to bowls of chili
Setting the woods on fire
I'll gas up my hot rod stocker
We'll get hotter than a poker
You'll be broke but I'll be broker
Tonight we're setting the woods on fire
We'll sit close to one another
Up the one street and down the other
We'll have a time O brother
Setting the woods on fire
We'll put aside a little time
To fix a flat or two
My tires and tubes are doing fine
But the air is showing through
You clap hands and I'll start bowing
We'll do all the laws allowin'
Tomorrow I'll be right back plowing
Setting the woods on fire
SETTING THE WOODS ON FIRE
Hank Williams
Comb your hair and paint and powder
You act proud and I'll act prouder
You sing loud and I'll sing louder
Tonight we're setting the woods on fire
You my gal and I'm your feller
Dress up in your frock of yeller
I'll look swell but you'll look sweller
Setting the woods on fire
We'll take in all the honkey tonks
Tonihgt we're having fun
We'll show the folks a brand new dance
That never has been done
I don't care who thinks we're silly
You be Daffy and I'll be Dilly
We'll order up to bowls of chili
Setting the woods on fire
I'll gas up my hot rod stocker
We'll get hotter than a poker
You'll be broke but I'll be broker
Tonight we're setting the woods on fire
We'll sit close to one another
Up the one street and down the other
We'll have a time O brother
Setting the woods on fire
We'll put aside a little time
To fix a flat or two
My tires and tubes are doing fine
But the air is showing through
You clap hands and I'll start bowing
We'll do all the laws allowin'
Tomorrow I'll be right back plowing
Setting the woods on fire
SecretScribe
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Thank you Arden ...
Where have you hidden Soron away? Just curious ... always nice to see another ... "gentleman" hanging about ...
Where have you hidden Soron away? Just curious ... always nice to see another ... "gentleman" hanging about ...
Arden
Un amor, Una verdad
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Well I'll be... he hasn't been here for a few days!SecretScribe said:Thank you Arden ...
Where have you hidden Soron away? Just curious ... always nice to see another ... "gentleman" hanging about ...
Maybe if I leave some pot roast and a Guinness on the table, he'll follow his nose back here!
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Arden
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This one makes even me feel old... lol
AND WHEN I DIE
Blood Sweat And Tears
I'm not scared of dying,
And I don't really care.
If it's peace you find in dying,
Well then let the time be near.
If it's peace you find in dying,
And if dying time is here,
Just bundle up my coffin
'Cause it's cold way down there.
I hear that its cold way down their.
Yeah, crazy cold way down their.
Chorus:
And when I die, and when I'm gone,
There'll be one child born
In this world to carry on,
to carry on.
Now troubles are many, they're as deep as a well.
I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.
Swear there ain't no heaven and I pray there ain't no hell,
But I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell.
Yes only my dying will tell.
Yeah, only my dying will tell.
Chorus
Give me my freedom for as long as I be.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
And all I ask of dying is to go naturally.
Oh I want to go naturally.
Here I go,
Hey Hey!
Here comes the devil,
Right Behind.
Look out children,
Here he comes!
Here he comes! Hey...
Don't want to go by the devil.
Don't want to go by demon.
Don't want to go by Satan,
Don't want to die uneasy.
Just let me go naturally.
and when I die,
When I'm dead, dead and gone,
There'll be one child born in our world to carry on,
To carry on.
Yeah, yeah...
AND WHEN I DIE
Blood Sweat And Tears
I'm not scared of dying,
And I don't really care.
If it's peace you find in dying,
Well then let the time be near.
If it's peace you find in dying,
And if dying time is here,
Just bundle up my coffin
'Cause it's cold way down there.
I hear that its cold way down their.
Yeah, crazy cold way down their.
Chorus:
And when I die, and when I'm gone,
There'll be one child born
In this world to carry on,
to carry on.
Now troubles are many, they're as deep as a well.
I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.
Swear there ain't no heaven and I pray there ain't no hell,
But I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell.
Yes only my dying will tell.
Yeah, only my dying will tell.
Chorus
Give me my freedom for as long as I be.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
And all I ask of dying is to go naturally.
Oh I want to go naturally.
Here I go,
Hey Hey!
Here comes the devil,
Right Behind.
Look out children,
Here he comes!
Here he comes! Hey...
Don't want to go by the devil.
Don't want to go by demon.
Don't want to go by Satan,
Don't want to die uneasy.
Just let me go naturally.
and when I die,
When I'm dead, dead and gone,
There'll be one child born in our world to carry on,
To carry on.
Yeah, yeah...
Arden
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Re: Re: This one makes even me feel old... lol
I posted the other BS&T song at the Coffee House, and saw this one and decided to post it too.
(I was still in grade school, 7th or 8th grade when this was a hit... lol)
NopeSoron said:You trying to say somebody is old here?
I posted the other BS&T song at the Coffee House, and saw this one and decided to post it too. (I was still in grade school, 7th or 8th grade when this was a hit... lol)
Soron
The Evil One
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TWO SOLDIERS
(Bob Dylan)
He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy,
His voice was low with pain.
"I'll do your bidding, comrade mine,
If I ride back again.
But if you ride back and I am left,
You'll do as much for me.
Mother, you know, must hear the news,
So write to her tenderly.
"She's waiting at home like a patient saint,
Her fond face pale with woe.
Her heart will be broken when I am gone,
I'll see her soon, I know."
Just then the order came to charge,
For an instant hand touched hand.
They said, "Aye," and away they rode,
That brave and devoted band.
Straight was the track to the top of the hill,
The rebels they shot and shelled,
Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks,
And guarded them as they fell.
There soon came a horrible dying yell
From heights that they could not gain,
And those whom doom and death had spared
Rode slowly back again.
But among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said.
Momma, you know, awaits the news,
And she'll only know he's dead.
(Bob Dylan)
He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy,
His voice was low with pain.
"I'll do your bidding, comrade mine,
If I ride back again.
But if you ride back and I am left,
You'll do as much for me.
Mother, you know, must hear the news,
So write to her tenderly.
"She's waiting at home like a patient saint,
Her fond face pale with woe.
Her heart will be broken when I am gone,
I'll see her soon, I know."
Just then the order came to charge,
For an instant hand touched hand.
They said, "Aye," and away they rode,
That brave and devoted band.
Straight was the track to the top of the hill,
The rebels they shot and shelled,
Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks,
And guarded them as they fell.
There soon came a horrible dying yell
From heights that they could not gain,
And those whom doom and death had spared
Rode slowly back again.
But among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said.
Momma, you know, awaits the news,
And she'll only know he's dead.
Soron
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The Ballad of Harriet Tubman
(Woody Guthrie)
I was five years old in Bucktown Maryland
When into slavery I was sent
I'll tell you of the beatings and of the fighting
In my ninety-three years I've spent
I helped a field hand make a run for freedom
When my fifteenth year was rolling round
And the guard he caught him in a little store
In a little slavery village town
The boss made a grab to catch the field hand
I jumped in and blocked the door
The boss he hit me with a two pound scale iron
And I went black down on the floor
On a bundle of rags in our log cabin
My mother she ministered unto my needs
It was here I swore I¹d give my life blood
Just to turn my people free
In '44 I married John Tubman
Well I loved him well till '49
But he would not come and fight beside me
So I left him there behind
I left Bucktown with my two brothers
But they got scared and run back home
I followed my northern star of freedom
I walked the grass and trees alone
I slept in a barn loft and in a haystack
I slept with my people in slavery shacks
They said I'd die by the bossman's bullets
But I told them I can't turn back
The sun was shining in the early morning
When I come to my free state line
I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming
I just could not believe my eyes
I went back home and I got my parents
I loaded them into a buckboard hag
We crossed six states and other slaves followed
Up to Canada we made our tracks
One slave got scared and he tried to turn backwards
I pulled my pistol in front of his eyes
I said get up and walk to your freedom
Or by this fireball you will die
When John Brown hit them at Harper's Ferry
My men was fighting right by his side
When John Brown swung upon his gallows
It was then I hung my head and cried
Give the black man guns and give him powder
To Abe Lincoln this I said
You¹ve just crippled that snake of slavery
We¹ve got to fight to kill him dead
When we faced the guns of lightning
And the thunders broke our sleep
After we waded the bloody rainstorms
It was dead men that we reaped
Yes we faced the zigzag lightning
But it was worth the price we paid
When our thunder had rumbled over
We¹d laid slavery in it's grave
Come now and stand around my deathbed
And I will sing some spirit songs
I'm my way to my greater union
Now my ninety-three years are gone
(Woody Guthrie)
I was five years old in Bucktown Maryland
When into slavery I was sent
I'll tell you of the beatings and of the fighting
In my ninety-three years I've spent
I helped a field hand make a run for freedom
When my fifteenth year was rolling round
And the guard he caught him in a little store
In a little slavery village town
The boss made a grab to catch the field hand
I jumped in and blocked the door
The boss he hit me with a two pound scale iron
And I went black down on the floor
On a bundle of rags in our log cabin
My mother she ministered unto my needs
It was here I swore I¹d give my life blood
Just to turn my people free
In '44 I married John Tubman
Well I loved him well till '49
But he would not come and fight beside me
So I left him there behind
I left Bucktown with my two brothers
But they got scared and run back home
I followed my northern star of freedom
I walked the grass and trees alone
I slept in a barn loft and in a haystack
I slept with my people in slavery shacks
They said I'd die by the bossman's bullets
But I told them I can't turn back
The sun was shining in the early morning
When I come to my free state line
I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming
I just could not believe my eyes
I went back home and I got my parents
I loaded them into a buckboard hag
We crossed six states and other slaves followed
Up to Canada we made our tracks
One slave got scared and he tried to turn backwards
I pulled my pistol in front of his eyes
I said get up and walk to your freedom
Or by this fireball you will die
When John Brown hit them at Harper's Ferry
My men was fighting right by his side
When John Brown swung upon his gallows
It was then I hung my head and cried
Give the black man guns and give him powder
To Abe Lincoln this I said
You¹ve just crippled that snake of slavery
We¹ve got to fight to kill him dead
When we faced the guns of lightning
And the thunders broke our sleep
After we waded the bloody rainstorms
It was dead men that we reaped
Yes we faced the zigzag lightning
But it was worth the price we paid
When our thunder had rumbled over
We¹d laid slavery in it's grave
Come now and stand around my deathbed
And I will sing some spirit songs
I'm my way to my greater union
Now my ninety-three years are gone
