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Fri 30 Apr, 2004 07:04 pm
I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a cobra snake for a necktie
A brand new house on the road side, and it's a-made out of rattlesnake hide
Got a band new chimney put on top, and it's a-made out of human skull
Come on take a little walk with me baby, and tell me who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Around the town I use a rattlesnake whip, take it easy baby don't you give me no lip
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
I've got a tombstone hand and a graveyard mind, I'm just twenty-two and I don't mind dying
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Now Arlene took a-me by my hand, she said "Lonesome George you don't understand,
who do you love?"
The night were dark and the sky were blue, down the alleyway a house wagon flew
Hit a bump and somebody screamed, you should've heard what I'd seen
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Yeah, I've got a tombstone hand in a graveyard mine, just twenty-two baby I don't mind dying
Snake skin shoes baby put them on your feet, got the goodtime music and the Bo Diddley beat
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a cobra snake for a necktie
A brand new house on the road side, and it's made out of rattlesnake hide
Got a band new chimney put on top, and it's made out of human skull
Come on take a little walk with me child, tell me who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Quote:MEMPHIS, Tennessee (AP) -- Buddy Guy won three top honors and B.B. King was named entertainer of the year at the 25th annual W.C. Handy Awards concert.
Guy's "Blues Singer," made in Oxford, Miss., with producer Dennis Herring, was given awards Thursday for album of the year, acoustic blues album and contemporary blues, male artist.
The awards, named for blues pioneer W.C. Handy and called "Handys," are given out by the Blues Foundation of Memphis.
Handy, a band leader who performed in clubs along the city's famous Beale Street in the early 1900s, is credited with being the first musician to put blues music into written form.
Before that, the distinctive American music that sprang from the songs of poor black residents of the Mississippi River Delta was passed along from one artist to another.
A long lineup of blues entertainers were scheduled to perform at the show at the Cannon Center Ballroom near the downtown Memphis riverfront. The program kicked off the city's three-day Beale Street Music Festival, staged at Tom Lee Park beside the Mississippi River.
King, who began his career on Beale Street, was named entertainer of the year for the sixth time in a row.
Guy, King win Handys
not sure what this post is about, but here's a love song from the beautiful south
Prettiest Eyes
(Heaton/Rotheray)
Line One is the time
That you, you first stayed over at mine
And we drank our first bottle of wine
And we cried
Line Two we're away
And we both, we both had nowhere to stay
Well the bus-shelter's always OK
When you're young
Now you're older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
That you die
Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Sixty 25th of Decembers
Fifty-nine 4th of Julys
Not through the age or the failure, children
Not through the hate or despise
Take a good look at these crows feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Line Three I forget
But I think, I think it was our first ever bet
And the horse we backed was short of a leg
Never mind
Line Four in a park
And the things, the things that people do in the dark
I could hear the faintest beat of your heart
Then we did
Now you're older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
You should die
Lets take a look at these crows feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Sixty 25th of Decembers
Fifty-nine 4th of Julys
You can't have too many good times, children
You can't have too many lines
Take a good look at these crows feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Well my eyes look like a map of the town
And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown
But you'll never hear the crack of a frown
When you are here
You'll never hear the crack
Of a frown
Must be the rain here tonight, djjd. I'm in a listening to the blues kinda mood. Then heard and read about the Handy's.
Made me wanna ask - what blues musicians do you love? who makes you feel?
and you told me.
Muddy Waters.
Otis Redding.
Buddy.
(Have met him. Old boyfriend used to play with him.) ("Old" as in past tense, but he was actually my age, one of those white-boy blues guitar prodigies.)
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