me and him and this other fool . . . me and you and a dog named Boo

I remember to this day
The bright red Georgia clay
And how it stuck to the tires
After the summer rain
Will power made that old car go
A woman's mind told me that so
Oh how I wish
We were back on the road again

Me and you and a dog named boo
Travellin' and livin' off the land
Me and you and a dog named boo
How I love being a free man

I can still recall
The wheat fields of St. Paul
And the morning we got caught
Robbing from an old hen
Old McDonald he made us work
But then he paid us for what it was worth
Another tank of gas
And back on the road again

I'll never forget the day
We motored stately into big L.A.
The lights of the city put settlin'
Down in my brain
Though it's only been a month or so
That old car's buggin' us to go
We've gotta get away and get back on
The road again


~I think it's by Lobo (?)

on the road again ...On the Road Again

Well, I'm so tired of crying, but i'm out
on the road again.
- I'm on the road again.
Well, I'm so tired of crying, but I'm out
on the road again.
- I'm on the road again.
I ain't got no woman
Just to call my special friend.
You know the first time I traveled out
in the rain and snow,
- In the rain and snow.
You know the first time I traveled out
in the rain and snow,
- In the rain and snow.
I didn't have no payroll,
Not even no place to go.
And my dear mother left me when
I was quite young,
- When I was quite young.
And my dear mother left me when
I was quite young,
- When I was quite young.
She said "Lord, have mercy
On my wicked son."
Take a hint from me, mama, please
don't you cry no more,
- Don't you cry no more.
Take a hint from me, mama, please
don't you cry no more,
- Don't you cry no more.
'Cause it's soon one morning
Down the road I'm going.
But I aint going down that
long old lonesome road
All by myself.
But I aint going down that
long old lonesome road
All by myself.
I can't carry you, Baby,
Gonna carry somebody else.

Sung by Canned Heat

mama, please, don't you cry no more...crying to her mother

It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk,
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon some line,
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory, that keeps you ever gentle on my mind.

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that bind me,
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walkin'.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.

Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come between us,
And some other woman's crying to her mother 'cause she turned and I was gone.
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face, and summer sun might burn me till I'm blind,
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads, by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind.

I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin', crackling cauldron in some train yard;
My beard a roughn'ning coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face;
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can, I pretend I hold you to my breast and find,
That you're wavin' from the back roads by the rivers of my memory ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind.

"Gentle on My Mind"
John Hartford

wavin' from the back roads . . . red dirt road


I was raised off of Route Three,
Out where the blacktop ends.
We'd walk to Church on Sunday mornings,
Race barefoot back to Johnson's fence.
That's where I first saw Mary,
On that roadside pickin' blackberries.
That summer I turned a corner in my soul,
Down that red dirt road.

It's where I drank my first beer.
It's where I found Jesus.
Where I wrecked my first car:
I tore it all to pieces.
I learned the path to Heaven,
Is full of sinners an' believers.
Learned that happiness on earth,
Ain't just for high achievers.
I've learned; I come to know,
There's life at both ends,
Of that red dirt road.

Her Daddy didn't like me much,
In my shackled up GTO.
Oh, I'd sneak out in the middle of the night,
Throw rocks at her bedroom window.
We'd turn out the headlights,
Drive by the moonlight.
Talk about what the future might hold,
Down that red dirt road.

It's where I drank my first beer.
It's where I found Jesus.
Where I wrecked my first car:
I tore it all to pieces.
I learned the path to Heaven,
Is full of sinners an' believers.
Learned that happiness on earth,
Ain't just for high achievers.
I've learned; I come to know,
There's life at both ends,
Of that red dirt road.

I went out into the world,
An' I came back in.
I lost Mary:
Oh, I got her back again.
An' drivin' home tonight,
Feels like I've found a long-lost friend.

It's where I drank my first beer.
It's where I found Jesus.
Where I wrecked my first car:
I tore it all to pieces.
I learned the path to Heaven,
Is full of sinners an' believers.
Learned that happiness on earth,
Ain't just for high achievers.
I've learned; I come to know,
There's life at both ends,
Of that red dirt road.


Red Dirt Road ~ Brooks and Dunn

GTO...GTO

Little GTO, you're really lookin' fine
Three deuces and a four-speed and a 389
Listen to her tachin' up now, listen to her why-ee-eye-ine
C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO

Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GTO)
wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa
(Yeah, yeah, little GTO)
Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GTO)
wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa
(Yeah, yeah, little GTO)
Wa-wa (Ahhh, little GTO)
wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa

You oughta see her on a road course or a quarter mile
This little modified Pon-Pon has got plenty of style
She beats the gassers and the rail jobs, really drives 'em why-ee-eye-ild
C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO

Gonna save all my money (turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
And buy a GTO (turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
Get a helmet and a roll bar (turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
And I'll be ready to go (turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
Take it out to Pomona (turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
And let 'em know (turnin' it on, blowin' it out), yeah, yeah
That I'm the coolest thing around
Little buddy, gonna shut you down
When I turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO

"G.T.O. "
Ronnie and the Daytonas
Written by John Wilkin

see her on a road … see her on the street

The little old lady from Pasadena
(Go granny, go granny, go granny, go!)
Has a pretty little flowerbed of white gardenias
(Go granny, go granny, go granny, go!)
But parked in a rickety old garage,
Is a brand-new, shiny red, super-stock Dodge!

And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner,
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
She drives real fast and she drives real hard;
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
It's the little old lady from Pasadena...

If you see her on the street, don't try to "choose" her
You might try to "go" her, but you'll never lose her!
Well, she's gonna get a ticket now, sooner or later
'Cause she can't keep her foot off the accelerator!

The guys come to race her from miles around,
But she'll give 'em a length, then she'll shut 'em down


Beach Boys? Jan and Dean?

drives real fast and she drives real hard...drives fit to kill

Way down yonder by the forks of the branch
The old sow whistled and the little pigs danced
Burma Shave Burma Burma Burma Shave
I bet I've seen a million rows of them little red poetic signs up and down the line
Come on come on one more time

Yonder goes Willie he's passin' on a hill he don't dress nice but he drives fit to kill
Burma Shave...
Well my pappy ain't smart he ain't good at quizzin'
But one thing he knows is how to keep mama his'n
Burma Shave...

Roses are red and violets are blue you chase me and so will I
Burma Shave...

"Burma Shave"
Roger Miller

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Rooster hits the washboard
And people just gotta smile
Blinky thumps the gut bass
And solos for a while
Poor boy twangs the rhythm out
On his kalamazoo
Willie goes into a dance
And doubles on kazoo
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"Down on the corner"
Creedence Clearwater Revival

Paul...welcome! And from the Netherlands, no less. We'd love to hear more from you.

Thank you very much. This is fun, so I'll be back for sure

Welcome, Paul!

Down on the Corner ... House at Pooh Corner

Christopher Robin and I walked along
under branches lit up by the moon.
Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore
as our days disappeared all too soon.
But I've wandered much further today than I should
and I can't seeem to find my way back to the wood.

So, help me if you can I've got to get
back to the house at Pooh Corner by one.
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done,
count all the bees in the hive,
chase all the clouds from the sky.
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh.

Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do,
got a honey jar stuck on his nose.
He came to me asking help and advice
and from here no one knows where he goes.
So I sent him to ask of the Owl if he's there,
how to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear

So, help me if you can I've got to get
back to the house at Pooh Corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done,
count all the bees in the hive,
chase all the clouds from the sky .
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh,
back to the days of Christopher Robin,
back to the ways of Pooh

Kenny Loggins

SNEEZLES -A.A. Milne*

Christopher Robin had wheezles and sneezles,
They bundled him into his bed.
They gave him what goes with a cold in the nose,
And some more for a cold in the head.



They wondered if wheezles could turn into measles,
If sneezles could turn into mumps.
They examined his chest for a rash,
And the rest of his body for swellings and lumps.

They sent for some doctors in sneezles and wheezles
To tell them what ought to be done.
All sorts and conditions of famous physicians
Came hurrying 'round at a run.



They all made a note of the state of his throat,
They asked if he suffered from thirst;
They asked if the sneezles came after the wheezles,
Or if the first sneezle came first.

They said, "If you teazle a sneezle or wheezle,
A measle may easily grow.
But humor or pleazle a sneezle or wheezle,
The measle will certainly go."

They expounded the reazles for sneezles and wheezles,
The manner of measles when new.
They said, "If he freezles in draughts and in breezles,
Then PHTHEEZLES may even ensue."



Christopher Robin got up in the morning,
The sneezles had vanished away.
And the look in his eye seemed to say to the sky,
"Now, how to amuse them to-day!"

*"Now We Are Six" by A.A.Milne,
E. P. Dutton & Co., New York, 1927

You get up in the morning
You get on the bus
You dont think about nothing
You dont raise no fuss

You come home in the evening
Turn the tv on
You aint going nowhere
You just ride along, ride along, ride along

You get the sunday paper
On saturday night
You read the travel section
Until youre all uptight

cause its almost monday
Jack you know that song
You aint going nowhere
You just ride along, ride along, ride along

They talk about you in the press
They got you figured out I guess
Though you never heard of the guy they mention
Sometimes that girl shell slip you a kiss
But shes just another somnambulist
And youre tired of sleepwalking
The cats out but he aint talking

Youre just another joker
With one chance in hell
Of ever pullin that trigger
Of ever feelin too well

Yeah but you just might do it
Just to prove them all wrong
cause you aint going nowhere
You just ride along, ride along, ride along
You just ride along, ride along, ride along
Git along git along git along
You just ride along, ride along, ride along
You just ride along, ride along, ride along
You just...

"Ride Along"
John Hiatt

get up in the morning!


All around the country and coast to coast
People always say what do you like most?
I don't wanna brag i don't wanna boast
so i just tell em i like toast

[Chorus]
YEAH TOAST!!
YEAH TOAST!!

I get up in the morning about 6 AM
had a little jelly had a little jam
take a piece of bread put it in the slot
push down the lever and the wires get hot

[Chorus]
YEAH TOAST!!
YEAH TOAST!!

Now there's no secret to toasting perfection
there's a dial on the side and you make your selection
push to the dark or the light and then
if it pops too soon press down again make toast

[Chorus]
YEAH TOAST!!
UH TOAST!!

When the first caveman drove in from the drags
didn't know what would go with the bacon and the eggs
musta bin a genius got it in his head
plug the toaster in the wall buy a bag of bread make toast

[Chorus]
YEAH TOAST!!
UH OHH!

Oui monsuier bonjour coquette
on hon croisoiant on vous a vere
morishe vour Eifel Towere
oui marie baguette bon soir

[Chorus]
FRENCH TOAST!!
FRENCH TOAST!!

In Chicago we're on the Bob and Tom show

YEAH TOAST!!

eh uh uh

toast

Toast ~ Heywood Banks

CW: I'd forgotten about that little ditty, which always cracks me up. Thanks!

bread...toast...jam -- bread...toast and jam

I like bread and butter,
I like toast and jam,
That's what my baby feeds me,
I'm her loving man.

He likes bread and butter,
He likes toast and jam,
That's what his baby feeds him,
He's her loving man.

She don't cook mashed potatoes,
She don't cook T-bone steaks,
Don't feed me peanut butter,
She knows that I can't take.

He likes bread and butter,
He likes toast and jam,
That's what his baby feeds him,
He's her loving man.

Got home early one morning,
Much to my surprise,
She was eating chicken and dumplings
With some other guy.

No more bread and butter,
No more toast and jam,
I found my baby eating
With some other man.

"Bread and Butter"
Larry Parks & Jay Turnbow

She don't cook mashed potatoes ... Mashed Potato Time

It's the latest, it's the greatest,
Mashed Patato, ya, ya ,ya

A Mashed Potato started long time ago
With a guy named Sloppy Joe,
You'll find this dance is so cool to do,
Come on baby, gonna teach it to you.

Mashed Potato, feel it in your feet now,
Mashed Potato, come on get the beat now,
Baby, come on honey, come on baby.

And then they dance it through and through,
They look for records they can do it to,
They got a dance was outta sight,
Doin' the lion sleeps tonight.

Mashed Potato, Ya a weem o wep a weem o wep,
Mashed Potato, ya, ya, ya, ya,
It's the latest, aw baby,
It's the greatest, come on honey,
Ya, ya ya, ya,

Now everybody is doin' fine,
They dance alone or in a big boss line,
And they discovered it's the most, man,
The day they did it to Please Mr. Postman.

Mashed Potato, wait a minute, wait a minute,
Mashed Potato, deliver de letter,
It's the latest, come on baby,
It's the greatest, oh honey,
Ya, ya, ya, ya.

Well they got with more and more,
Ya ought to see 'em around the floor,
The Mashed Potato ??????????
They even do it to Dear Lady Twist.

Mashed Potato, ya, ya, ya, ya,
It's the latest, come on baby,
It's the greatest, oh honey,
Mashed potato, feel the groovy beat now.

Dee Dee Sharp
Written by Jon Sheldon and Harry Land

Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning
... by Irving Berlin -- 1926

First Verse:
The other day I chanced to meet a soldier friend of mine,
He’d been in camp for sev’ral weeks and he was looking fine;
His muscles had developed and his cheeks were rosy red,
I asked him how he liked the life, and this is what he said:

First Chorus:
“Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning,
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed;
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call;
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up
You’ve got to get up this morning!
Some day I’m going to murder the bugler,
Some day they’re going to find him dead;
I’ll amputate his reveille, and step upon it heavily,
And spend the rest of my life in bed."

Second Chorus:
“Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning,
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed;
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call;
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up
You’ve got to get up this morning!
Oh! boy the minute the battle is over,
Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead;
I'll put my uniform away, and move to Philadelphia,
And spend the rest of my life in bed."

Second Verse:
A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men,
He wakes the boys at five and then goes back to bed again;
He doesn’t have to blow again until the afternoon,
If ev’ry thing goes well with me I'll be a bugler soon.

Repeat Chorus One
Repeat Chorus Two

Philadelphia...Philadelphia

I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt.
I was unrecognizable to myself.
I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know my own face.
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away
On the Streets of Philadelphia.

I walked the avenue, 'til my legs felt like stone,
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone,
At night I could hear the blood in my veins,
Black and whispering as the rain,
On the Streets of Philadelphia.

Ain't no angel gonna greet me.
It's just you and I my friend.
My clothes don't fit me no more,
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip this skin.

The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake,
I can feel myself fading away,
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss,
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the Streets of Philadelphia

"Streets of Philadelphia"
Bruce Springsteen

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania


Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
(Bob Merrill)

There's a pawn-shop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
By the pawn shop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
But I ain't got a thing left to hock.

She was peaches, she was honey
And she cost me all my money
'Cause a whirl 'round the town was her dream
Took her dancin', took her dinin'
Till her blue eyes were shinin'
With the sights that they never had seen.

If you should run into a golden haired angel
And ask her tonight for a date
She'll tell you somewhere there's a rich millionaire
Who is calling again about eight.

There's a pawn shop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
And I've just got to get five or ten
From the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Gotta be with my angel again.

Copyright 1952 by Oxford Music Corp.
GG
OCT98

I fought against the bottle,
But I had to do it drunk
Took my diamond to the pawnshop
But that don’t make it junk.

I know that I’m forgiven,
But I don’t know how I know
I don’t trust my inner feelings
Inner feelings come and go.

How come you called me here tonight?
How come you bother
With my heart at all?
You raise me up in grace,
Then you put me in a place,
Where I must fall.

Too late to fix another drink
The lights are going out
I’ll listen to the darkness sing
I know what that’s about.

I tried to love you my way,
But I couldn’t make it hold.
So I closed the Book of Longing
And I do what I am told.

How come you called me here tonight?
How come you bother with my heart at all?
You raise me up in grace,
Then you put me in a place,
Where I must fall.

I fought against the bottle,
But I had to do it drunk
Took my diamond to the pawnshop
But that don’t make it junk.

"That Don't Make It Junk"
Leonard Cohen

pawnshop . . . bottle

If I could have the world and all it owns
A thousand kingdoms, a thousand thrones
If all the earth were mine to hold
With wealth my only goal

I'd spend my gold on selfish things
Without the love that Your life brings
Just a little bit more is all I'd need
'Til life was torn from me

I'd rather be in the palm of Your hand
Though rich or poor I may be
Faith can see right through the circumstance
Sees the forest in spite of the trees
Your grace provides for me

If I should walk the streets no place to sleep
No faith in promises You keep
I'd have no way to buy my bread
With a bottle for my bed

But if I trust the One who died for me
Who shed His blood to set me free
If I live my life to trust in You
Your grace will see me through

I'd rather be in the palm of Your hand
Though rich or poor I may be
Faith can see right through the circumstance
Sees the forest in spite of the trees

If I could have the world
If I could have the world and all it owns

In the Palm of Your Hand ~ Alison Krauss

bottle...whiskey

Well, if you live in dusty twilight, baby, that's OK
'Cause there are women at the bar to greet you every day

And you can take them back to lie with you in this ingenuous room
But they can never take the pain away, a brighten all the gloom
And if your hands are clanced with sorrow, may it help you ease your pain
Though the windows have a view of silly rain, silly rain

Well, if you walk in constant sorrow and you crie for me
And if you hit the pain for memories maybe then you'll see

Then if you drown yourself in liquor because it keeps you company
Then just remember who you're loosing and be proud to set me free
Because it don't talk back or disagree, it just makes you see so hazily
But in the morning light your life is scattered with the wind, scattered with the wind

Well, they tell you on the telephone to let him go
I said they tell you he's a sinking ship
And he's trying to pull you down, don't you know?

But every time you call me up, say you want me back, you know you break my heart
You want me to come back home and tray again, you want me to make a brand new start
But if wisdom says to let him got then it hell beause you just don't know
Until you've tried to love a man who's lovin' whiskey, lovin' whiskey

My baby left me for the bottle and a lure of the night life
Good times and crazy women and another glass of tangerine
And if wisdom says to let him go, oh, then it's hell because you just don't know
Until you've tried to love a man who's lovin' whiskey, lovin' whiskey

Lovin' Whiskey
Rory Block

Whiskey...

As I was going' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya



A sure ring mushel do mushel da
Wack fol de daddy-o, Wack fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

I counted out the money and it was a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and She swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take that woman for she never could be easy

I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
And I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
For Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

It was early in the morning afore I rose to travel
All the guards were all around me and likewise Captain Farrell
Well I first produced me pistol, for she’d stolen away me rapier
But I couldn’t shoot the charges so a prisoner I was taken

Now if anyone can aid me, it’s me brother in the army
But I don’t know where he’s stationed, if it’s Cork or in Killarney
And if he’d come and join me we’d go roving in Killkenny
And I swear he’d treat me better than me than me own sweet sporting Jenny

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber.
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger.
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell.
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.

Musha ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Whiskey in the Jar - (The classic and never forgotten) Thin Lizzy!!

Whiskey ... Lady Whiskey

Lady Whiskey, such a sad sight, stumblin' as she walks.
She even hates herself sometimes.
Keep her clear, for it's Saturday night.
Drowns her sorrow, eases her pain,
Waits for tomorrow, when she'll do the same again.
Lady Whiskey's got a man, her man is just like her -
Tries to fit the key in the door
When he comes home Saturday night.
Drowns his sorrow, eases his pain,
Waits for tomorrow, when he'll do the same again.
Lady Whiskey's got a son, got a daughter, too.
Son don't play, but the daughter's on the way
When she comes home Saturday night.
Lady Whiskey, she gets sick when she goes downtown.
One day drink's gonna put her down -
She won't come home Saturday night.

Wishbone Ash

whiskey!

Oh whiskey is the life of man
Always was since the world began

Whiskey-o, Johnny-o
Rise her up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft this yard must go
John rise her up from down below

Now whiskey made me pawn me clothes
And whiskey gave me a broken nose

Now whiskey is the life of man
Whiskey from an old tin can

I thought I heard the first mate say
I treats me crew in a decent way

A glass of whiskey all around
And a bottle full for the shanty man

"Whiskey is the Life of Man" ~ Traditional Celtic Song

whiskey...whiskey

Jack o' Diamonds, Jack o' Diamonds and I know you of old
You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold
It's whiskey, you villain, you've been my downfall
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me, but I love you for all

It's whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry
If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die

I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die
I'll tune up my fiddle and I 'll rosin my bow
I'll make myself welcome, wherever I go

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

Beefsteak when I'm hungry, red liquor when I'm dry
Greenbacks when I'm hard up and religion when I die
They say I drink whiskey, my money's my own
All them that don't like me can leave me alone

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

Sometimes I drink whiskey, sometimes I drink rum
Sometimes I drink brandy, at other times none
But if I get boozey, my whiskey's my own
And them that don't like me can leave me alone

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck
I'd dive to the bottom to get one sweet suck
But the ocean ain't whiskey and I ain't a duck
So we'll round up the cattle and then we'll get drunk

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry
If the whiskey don't kill me, I'll live till I die

My foot's in my stirrup, my bridle's in my hand
I'm leaving sweet Lillie, the fairest in the land
Her parents don't like me, they say I'm too poor
They say I'm unworthy to enter her door

It's ,whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry
If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die

Sweet milk when I'm hungry, rye whiskey when I'm dry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die
I'll buy my own whiskey, I'll make my own stew
If I get drunk, madam, it's nothing to you

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

I'll drink my own whiskey, I'll drink my own wine
Some ten thousand bottles I've killed in my time
I've no wife to quarrel, no babies to bawl
The best way of living is no wife at all

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

Way up on Clinch Mountain I wander alone
I'm as drunk as the devil, oh, let me alone
You may boast of your knowledge an' brag of your sense
'Twill all be forgotten a hundred years hence

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, you're no friend to me
You killed my poor daddy, God damn, you try me

"Rye Whiskey"
This is a very old song, and I haven't been able to find out who wrote it.

whiskey . . . rosin the bow

I've traveled all over this world
And now to another I go
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow.
When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow".

Then get a half dozen stout fellows
And stack them all up in a row
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow.

Then get this half dozen stout fellows
And let them all stagger and go
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow.

Then get ye a couple of bottles
Put one at me head and me toe
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Bow
The name of old Rosin the Bow
The name of old Rosin the Bow
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Bow.

I've only this one consolation
As out of this world I go
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow.

I fear that old tyrant approaching
That cruel remorseless old foe
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.


another old traditional song, as far as I can tell . . .

Diamond ring ... Shine On You Crazy Diamond

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

Pink Floyd (to former member Sid Barrett)

shine on

Shine on, shine on harvest moon up in the sky.
I ain't had no lovin' since January, February, June, or July.
Snowtime ain't no time to stay outdoors and spoon, so shine on,
shine on harvest moon for me and my gal.


no idea who sang it before my father taught it to me

According to this site, Shine On Harvest Moon was written in 1908.

A biopic about its writers was made in 1944.

quote:

Originally posted by Caterwauller:
shine on

Shine on, shine on harvest moon up in the sky.
I ain't had no lovin' since January, February, June, or July.
Snowtime ain't no time to stay outdoors and spoon, so shine on,
shine on harvest moon for me and my gal.

Moon River, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day.
You dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're going, I'm going some day.
Two drifters off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end.
Waiting round the bend
My huckleberry friend.
Moon River and me.

Henry Mancini 1961

Lyrics to 100 songs about the moon !

Moon River ... dream

Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream

Words and music by Ed McCurdy

Last night I had the strangest dream,
I never dreamed before.
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war.
I dreamed I saw a mighty room,
The room was filled with men.
And the papers they were signing said
They'd never fight again.

And when the papers were all signed,
And a million copies made
They all joined hands and bowed their heads,
And grateful prayers were made.
And the people in the streets below,
They all danced round and round.
And guns and swords and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground.

Last night I had the strangest dream,
I never dreamed before.
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war.
I dreamed I saw a mighty room,
The room was filled with men.
And the papers they were signing said
They'd never fight again.

When I awoke, twas but a dream,
and peace a dirty word
I tried to tell them of my dream,
but not a word they heard
And then I got me fighting mad,
and I knew just what I'd do
I'd fight nonviolently for peace,
until my dream came true.

"Last Night I Had a Happy Dream" was given a new lease, when Ed McCurdy rewrote it as a peace song. The last verse was added by Linda Hirschorn.


Tinman

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I've always loved that song, Tinman (and it's nice to see you here!).

dream...when I awoke

You are My Sunshine
~ Johnny Cash

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

I'll always love you and make you happy,
If you will only say the same.
But if you leave me and love another,
You'll regret it all some day:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

You told me once, dear, you really loved me
And no one else could come between.
But not you've left me and love another;
You have shattered all of my dreams:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me
When I awake my poor heart pains.
So when you come back and make me happy
I'll forgive you dear, I'll take all the blame.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

sunshine!

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

If I had a day that I could give you
Id give to you a day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
Id sing a song to make you feel this way

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

If I had a tale that I could tell you
Id tell a tale sure to make you smile
If I had a wish that I could wish for you
Id make a wish for sunshine all the while

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
Sunshine almost all the time makes me high
Sunshine almost always


Sunshine on My Shoulders by John Denver, illustrated for a picture book by Christopher Canyon (of Columbus, OH)

I agree, Tinman - great to see you post again!

Sunshine — Time
(Pink Floyd)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say

If you know time - Robyn Hitchcock

There's a wall inside you
And it wants to smash your head
If you know time

There's a door inside you
And it wants to slam you shut
If you know time
If you know time at all

There's a law inside you
With a real enforcin' sherriff
with a badge, a gun and draw

There's a man inside you
With his fingers at the wheel
He crashes you

No matter how you feel
Now you know time

There's a voice inside me
An eraser in my head
You know I love you
You know that's what I said
I can walk you through the rain
I can see your face again
If you know time

In the war that's coming
Setting good guys against good
It's always a good cause
You fight because you should
You can cut 'em down like weeds
But you'll never make them love you
Don't you know time
Don't you know time at all

If We Make It Through December
Written & Recorded By: Merle Haggard


If we make it through December everything's gonna be all right I know;
It's the coldest time of winter and I shiver when I see the falling snow;
If we make it through December,
Got plans to be a warmer town come summer time;
Maybe even California,
If we make it through December, we'll be fine;


Got laid off down at the factory
And their timing's not the greatest in the world;
Heaven knows I been working hard, wanted Christmas to be right for daddy's girl;
I don't mean to hate December,
It's meant to be the happy time of year;
And my little girl don't understand why daddy can't afford no Christmas here;
If we make it through December everything's gonna be all right I know;
It's the coldest time of winter
And I shiver when I see the falling snow;

If we make it through December,
Got plans to be a warmer town come summer time;
Maybe even California,
If we make it through December, we'll be fine.

December...California

California Dreaming
~Beach Boys

all the leaves are brown
and the sky is grey
I've been for a walk
on a winter's day

I'd be safe and warm
if I was in L.A
California Dreamin'
on such a winter's day

stopped into a church
I passed along the way
well, I got down on my knees
and I began to pray

you know the preacher likes the cold
he knows I'm gonna stay
California Dreamin'
on such a winter's day

all the leaves are brown
and the sky is grey
I've been for a walk
on a winter's day

if I didn't tell her
I could leave today
California Dreamin'
on such a winter's day

California ... Californication

Psychic spies from china
Try to steal your minds elation
Little girls from sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
Its californication
Its the edge of the world
And all of western civilization
The sun may rise in the east
At least it settles in the final location
Its understood that hollywood
Sells californication

Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin is this your chin
Or is that war your waging

First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of californication
Dream of californication

Marry me girl be my fairy to the world
Be my very own constellation
A teenage bride with a baby inside
Getting high on information
And buy me a star on the boulevard
Its californication

Space may be the final frontier
But its made in a hollywood basement
Cobain can you hear the spheres
Singing songs off station to station
And alderons not far away
Its californication

Born and raised by those who praise
Control of population everybodys been there and
I dont mean on vacation

First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of californication
Dream of californication

Destruction leads to a very rough road
But it also breeds creation
And earthquakes are to a girls guitar
Theyre just another good vibration
And tidal waves couldnt save the world
From californication

Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Sicker than the rest
There is no test
But this is what youre craving

First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of californication
Dream of californication

Red Hot Chili Peppers

China ... China

China My China
(Brian Eno)

In the haze of the morning, China sits on Eternity
And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities
On the horizon the curtains are closing
Down in the orchard the aunties and uncles play their games
(like it seems they always have done)
In the blue distance the vertical offices bear their names
(like it seems they always have done)
Clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day up
These poor girls are such fun they know what God gave them fingers for
(to make percussion over solos)
China my China, I've wandered around and you're still here
(which I guess you should be proud of)
Your walls have enclosed you, have kept you at home for thousands of years
(but there's something I should tell you)
All the young boys are dressing like sailors
I remember a man who jumped out from a window over the bay
(there was hardly a raised eyebrow)
The coroner told me 'This kind of thing happens every day'
You see, from a pagoda, the world is so tidy.

(In these lyrics, my China is Cockney rhyming slang for my mate.)

over the bay...Montego Bay

Vernon will meet me when the BOAC lands.
The keys to the M.G. will be in his hands.
Adjust to the driving and I'm on my way.
It's all on the right side at Montego Bay.

Sing out --- o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Come sing me loud --- loud, Montego Bay.

And Gillian will meet me like a brother would.
I think I remember but it's twice as good.
Like how cool the rum is from a silver tray.
I thirst to be thirsty In Montego Bay.

I lay on the lalo 'till I'm lobster red.
I still feel the motion here at home in bed.
I tell you it's hard for me to stay away.
You ain't been 'till you been high Montego Bay.

Montego Bay
Jeff Barry /Bobby Bloom

The keys to the M.G.... a used MG

Harvey and Sheila (to the tune of Hava Nagila) by Allan Sherman

Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Oh the day they met.
Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / No one will forget.
Harvey's a CPA / He works for IBM / He went to MIT / And got his PHD.
Sheila's a girl I know / At BBDNO / She works the PBX / And makes out the checks.

Then, came, one great day when,

Harvey took the elevator, / Sheila got in two floors later,
Soon they both felt they were falling, / Everyone heard Sheila calling,
"RING THE BELL" / But they fell, / Harv and Sheila fell in love.

Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Chose a wedding ring.
Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Married in the spring.
She shopped at A&P / He bought a used MG / They sat and watched TV / On their RCA.
Borrowed from HFC / Bought some AT&T / And on election day / Worked for JFK.

Then they went and got a ...

Charge-a-plate from R.H. Macy's / Bought a layette pink and lacey
Then they had twin baby girls / Both with dimples; both with curls
One named Bea / One named Kay / Soon they joined the PTA.

Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Moved to west LA
Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Flew TWA
They bought a house one day / Financed by HFA
It had a swimming pool / Full of H2O
Traded their used MG / For a new XKE
Switched to the GOP / That's they way things go.

Oh that Harvey he was …

really smart; he used his noodle / Sheila got a white French Poodle
Went to Europe with a VISA / Harvey's rich; they say that he's a
VIP
This could be
Only in the USA.

Only in the USA ... Born in the USA

Bruce Springsteen

Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up

Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.

Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man

Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "Son, don't you understand"

I had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone

He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go

Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.

in Saigon ... Still in Saigon
(by Charlie Daniels)

Got on a plane in 'Frisco
And got off in Vietnam
I walked into a different world
The past forever gone

I could have gone to Canada
Or I could have stayed in school
But I was brought up differently
I couldn't break the rules

Thirteen months and fifteen days
The last ones were the worst
One minute I'd kneel down and pray
And the next I'd stand and curse

No place to run to
Where I did not feel that war
When I got home I stayed alone
And checked behind each door

Cuz I'm still in Saigon
Still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
In my mind

The ground at home was covered in snow
And I was covered in sweat
My younger brother calls me a killer
And my daddy calls me a vet

Everybody says I'm someone else
And I'm sick and there's no cure
Damned if I know who I am
There was only one place I was sure

When i was still in Saigon
Still in saigon
I am still in saigon
In my mind

Every summer when it rains
I smell the jungle, I hear the planes
I can't tell no one, I feel ashamed
Afraid some day I'll go insane

That's been ten long years ago
And time has gone on by
Now and then I catch myself
Eyes searching through the sky

All the sounds of long ago
Will be forever in my head
Mingled with the wounded cries
And the silence of the dead

'Cuz I'm still in Saigon
Still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
In my mind

I am still in Saigon
I am still in Saigon
Yes, I'm still in Saigon
In my mind

Artist/Band: Oak Ridge Boys
Lyrics for Song: American Made


Seems everything I buy these days
Has got a foreign name
From the kind of car I drive
To my video game
I got a NIKKON camera
A Sony color Tee Vee
But the one that I love is from the U.S.A.
And standing next to me.

My baby is American Made
Born and bred in the U.S.A.
From her silky long hair to her sexy long legs
My baby is American Made.

She looks good in her tight blue jeans
She bought in Mexico
And she loves wearing French perfume
Everywhere we go
But when it comes to the lovin' part
One thing is true
My baby's genuine U.S.A.

Artist/Band: Harris Emmylou
Lyrics for Song: Queen Of The Silver Dollar


She arrives in all her splendor
Each night at nine o'clock
Her chariot is the crosstown bus
That stops right down the block
Now the old piano minstrel plays her tune as she walks in
And the Queen of the Silver Dollar's home again

She's the Queen of the Silver Dollar
She rules this smokey empire
Her scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is her throne
Now the jesters flock around her tryin' to win her favors
To see which one will take the
Queen of the Silver Dollar home

Now her royal dress is satin
It's shabby and it's torn
The royal jewels are rhinestones
The shoes are scuffed and worn
Of the many roads she's been down,
And the places that she's seen
Well they all look at her and say God save the queen

Now the Queen of the Silver Dollar
Is not as haughty as she seems
She was once an ordinary girl with ordinary dreams
But there's a man who found her
And he brought her to this world
He's the one who made a queen of a simple country girl

Yes I'm the Queen of the Silver Dollar
I rule this smokey kingdom
Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is my throne
Now the jesters flock around me tryin' to win my favors
To see which one will take the
Queen of the Silver Dollar home

Yes I'm the Queen of the Silver Dollar
I rule this smokey kingdom
Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is my throne
Now the jesters flock around me tryin' to win my favors
To see which one will take the
Queen of the Silver Dollar home

Now the old piano minstrel ... minstrel shows and county fairs

I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you/ In worn out shoes
Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, / That old soft shoe
He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high,
Then he'd lightly touch down.
Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / dance.

I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was / Down and out
He looked to me to be the eye of age / As he spoke right out
He talked of life, he talked of life,
Laughing slapped his leg instead.
Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / dance.

He said his name Bojangles and he danced a lick / Across the cell
He grabbed his pants and took a stance, he jumped so high / And he clicked his heels
He let go laugh, he let go laugh,
Shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / dance.

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs / Throughtout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him / Just travelled about
His dog up and died, he up and died,
And after 20 years he still grieves
Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / dance.

He said "I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks / For drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars, / 'cause I drinks a bit."
He shook his head, yes he shook his head,
I heard someone ask him, Please,
Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / dance.

Mr. Bojangles by Jerry Jeff Walker (recorded by many)

at honky-tonks...honky tonk women

I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis,
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind.

It's the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

I laid a divorcee in New York City,
I had to put up some kind of a fight.
The lady then she covered me with roses,
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.

It's the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

It's the honky tonk women.
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

It's the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

Honky Tonk Women
Jagger/Richards

Words and music by Hank Williams, Sr.

When you are sad and lonely and have no place to go
Call me up, sweet baby, and bring along some dough
And we'll go honky tonkin, honky tonkin
Honky tonkin, honey baby
Well go honky tonkin round this town.

When you and your baby have a fallin out
Just call me up sweet mama and we'll go steppin out
And we'll go honky tonkin, honky tonkin
Honky tonkin, honey baby
We'll go honky tonkin round this town.

We're goin to the city - to the city fair
If you go to the city then you will find me there
And we'll go honky tonkin, honky tonkin
Honky tonkin, honey baby
We'll go honky tonkin round this town.

City fair ... Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needle work
Then he'll be a true love of mine


Have him wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Where ne'er a drop of water e'er fell
And then he'll be a true love of mine


Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strands
Then he'll be a true love of mine


Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then he'll be a true love of mine


Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine

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