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dyslexia
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 05:09 am
Well, good morning, Captain
Well, good morning to you
Do you need another mule skinner
Down on your new mud run
Ha, ha, hip, ee, ee...

[Chorus:]
Well, I'm an old mule skinner
From down Kentucky way
And I can make any mule listen
Or I won't accept your pay
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, ha, ha
Well hey, hey

Little water boy, come here boy
Bring that water bucket around
Ha, ha, ha
If you don't like your job
Water boy, put that bucket down
Ha, ha, ha, ee, ee, ha, ha, ha
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 05:17 am
Well, there's our dys with a legendary song about the jobs that made America what it is today. Thanks, cowboy. There is another song about a "water boy", but I will have to have a look through the archives to locate it.

In the interim, listeners, let's listen to the Boss:

Erie Canal by Bruce Springsteen


I've got a mule, and her name is Sal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
She's a good ol' worker an' a good ol' pal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
We've hauled some barges in our day,
Filled with lumber, coal, and hay,
And we know every inch of the way
From Albany to Buffalo.

Low bridge, everybody down!
Low bridge, for we're comin' through a town!
And you'll always know your neighbor,
You'll always know your pal,
If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal.

We'd better look around for a job, ol' gal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal!
'Cause you bet your life I'd never part with Sal,
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal!
Git up there, mule, here comes a lock,
We'll make Rome 'bout six o'clock,
One more trip and back we'll go
Right back home to Buffalo.
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 05:30 am
Mule train, yeah, yeah.
Mule train: clippetty-clopping over hill and plain.
Seems as how they'll never stop.
Clippetty-clop, clippetty-clop, clippetty, clippetty,
clippetty, clippetty, clippetty-clopping along.

There's a plug of chaw tobaccy for a rancher in Corolla;
A guitar for a cowboy way out in Arizona;
A dress of callico for a pretty Navajo.
Get along mule, get along.

Mule train, yeah, yeah.
Mule train: clippetty-clopping along the mountain chain.
Seems as though they're gonna recah the top.
Clippetty-clop, clippetty-clop, clippetty, clippetty, c
lippetty, clippetty, clippetty-clopping along.

There's some cotton thread and needle for the folks away out yonder.
A shovel for a miner who left his home to wander.
Some rheumatism pills for the settlers in the hills.
Get along mule, get along.

Mule train, yeah, yeah.
Mule train: clippetty-clopping through the wind and rain.
They'll keep going till they drop.
Clippetty-clop, clippetty-clop, clippetty, clippetty,
clippetty, clippetty, clippetty-clopping along.

There's a letter full of sadness and it's black around the border.
A pair of boots for someone who had them made to order.
A Bible in the pack for the Reverend Mr Black.
Get along mule, get along.

Get along mule, get along. (Mule train.)
Get along, get along.
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Walter Hinteler
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 06:15 am
Hello Old Friend
by Eric Clapton
As I am strolling down the garden path,
I saw a flower glowing in the dark.
It looked so pretty and it was unique;
I had to bend down just to have a peek.


Hello old friend,
It's really good to see you once again.
Hello old friend,
It's really good to see you once again.


I saw you walking underneath the stars;
I couldn't stop 'cause I was in a car.
I'm sure the distance wouldn't be too far
If I got out and walked to where you are.


Chorus

An old man passed me on the street today;
I thought I knew him but I couldn't say.
I stopped to think if I could place his frame.
When he tipped his hat I knew his name.


Chorus

Chorus
---------------


Will see him tonight live in concert (supporting band is The Robert Cray Band).
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Ellinas
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 06:22 am
Letty wrote:
Ellinas, welcome back, Greece. That is a lovely song, my friend, and I especially like the line, "it was like I was drinking you in the glass like a good wine." What a great simile. Isn't there a wonderful liqueur called oozo from your land of the myths and monsters? As I recall, it's rather powerful stuff. <smile>


Yes, it is an anised flavored drink Smile .
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 06:24 am
Well, dys. That's a familiar mule train song. Thanks, cowboy.

My goodness, folks, there's our Walter. Hello, old friend. <smile>

Great song by Eric. Thanks, Germany, and I do hope that you and Mrs. Walter enjoy the concert.

Ellinas, I found that I misspelled your anise aperitif:

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Walter Hinteler
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 06:33 am
I suppose, Letty, he doesn't mind - you didn't spell it Pastis or even worse Rakí Laughing
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 06:56 am
Well, Walter. Pastis or Raki? Please don't send me back to the archives for that. I have been having one helluva time locating lyrics because the CEO keeps asserting. Sorry, the artist has decided not the show the lyrics for that song. Rolling Eyes Wanted to find Waterboy by Paul Robeson, and no can do.

Which is a cue to play another song.

No can do, no can do, my mama and my papa sez no can do.
No can do, no can do, I want me to go with you but no can do.
You like me, I like you, I like for you to Romeo your Julie-oo,
No can do, no can do, my mama and my papa sez no can do.
The moon she say to me, come on, come out tonight,
I want for you to hold my hand and hold me tight,
And love, it can't be wrong and so it must be right, but oh
No can do, no can do, I like to do it
What you call it, pitch the woo,
No can do, no can do, my mama and my papa sez no can do.

What in the world, folks, does "pitching woo" mean.
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spidergal
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 07:05 am
Goodmorning Miss Letty and all the listeners. My college reopens this thursday, and here's a college song to revive your old college memories. Smile

Bright College Days by Tom Lehrer.

Bright college days, oh, carefree days that fly,
To thee we sing with our glasses raised on high.
Let's drink a toast as each of us recalls
Ivy-covered professors in ivy-covered halls.

Turn on the spigot,
Pour the beer and swig it,
And gaudeamus igit-ur.

Here's to parties we tossed,
To the games that we lost,
We shall claim that we won them some day.

To the girls young and sweet,
To the spacious back seat
Of our roommate's beat up Chevrolet.

To the beer and benzedrine,
To the way that the dean
Tried so hard to be pals with us all.

To excuses we fibbed,
To the papers we cribbed
From the genius who lived down the hall.

To the tables down at Morey's (wherever that may be)
Let us drink a toast to all we love the best.
We will sleep through all the lectures,
And cheat on the exams,
And we'll pass, and be forgotten with the rest.

Oh, soon we'll be out amid the cold world's strife.
Soon we'll be sliding down the razor blade of life.

Ready?


But as we go our sordid sep'rate ways,
We shall ne'er forget thee, thou golden college days.

Hearts full of youth,
Hearts full of truth,
Six parts gin to one part vermouth.
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 07:19 am
Well, there is our Miss India. Thank you dear for the old "rah rah", and here's one for you from Virginia:

College Fight Song



That good old song
of Wahoo-wa
We'll sing it o'er and o'er
It cheers our hearts
and warms our blood
to hear them shout and roar.

We come from old Virginia
where all is bright and gay.
Let's all join hands and give a yell
for dear old UVA!

Wahoo-wa Wahoo-wa
Uni-v Virginia!
Hoo rah ray Hoo rah ray
Ray ray
UVA!

GO HOOS!!!

In Virginia, spidergal, they don't call it The University of Virginia, they just say "THE" Razz
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 07:53 am
Good morning.

The internet needs our help, Letty.

I'm listening to Paul Robeson's "Water Boy" right now. What a magnificent voice. <sigh>

Water Boy, where are you hidin'
If you don't come
I'm gonna turn you over my knee

There ain't no hammer that's on this mountain
That rings like mine, boys. that rings like mine
I done bust this rock, boys, from here to Macon
All the way to the jail, boys, yes, a back to the jail

You Jack of Diamonds, now you Jack of Diamonds
Well, I know you of old, boys, yes I know you of old
You robba my pocket, yes you robba my pocket
You done robba my pocket of all the silver and gold

Water Boy, where are you hidin'
If you don't come, I'm gonna turn you over my knee
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,
Water boy.

(sure wish you could hear it. Smile )
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Ellinas
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 07:54 am
Walter Hinteler wrote:
Ellinas, I found that I misspelled your anise aperitif:


We call it ouzo, but it would sound like oo-zo with the English accent Very Happy .
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Walter Hinteler
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 08:03 am
I didn't write the above quotation :wink:
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 08:07 am
Raggedy, I can hear that melody in my head, honey, but thanks for the lyrics, PA. I think my dad must have passed down the song, but I can't be certain of that, of course. I just know that I KNOW it. It switches back and forth from minor to major and the contrast is awesome.

Hey, Ellinas. Whatever one calls it, just be careful of how much you partake of it. <smile>
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 08:13 am
Is that the same song your father sang, Letty?
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 08:18 am
Well, I am not certain, Raggedy, if it were Daddy or not, but that's the song, gal. Maybe a line or two was changed. I believe this was the one that I recall. " If you don't come here, gonna tella your mammy."
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 08:23 am
Paul Robeson


Waterboy, where are you hiding
If you don't come right here
Gonna tell you pa on you
There ain't no hammer
That's on a this mountain
That ring like mine boy
That ring like mine

I'm gonna bust this rock boy
From here to the Macon
All the way to the jail boy
All the way to the jail

You Jack o diamond
Jack o diamond
Know you of old boy
I know you're of old
You rob-a my pocket
Rob my pocket
Silver and gold boy
Of silver and gold
There ain't no sweat boy
That's on a this mountain
That run like mine boy
That run like mine
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 08:25 am
Oooooops! Sorry Raggedy, I saw your post after entering.

Bad Bob
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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 08:27 am
Well, upon my word. The hawkman has sung us another version. Those songs are variations on a theme, methinks, since they have been handed down and changed to fit the times.
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Ellinas
 
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Reply Fri 14 Jul, 2006 08:28 am
Walter Hinteler wrote:
I didn't write the above quotation :wink:


Sorry, I wanted to anwser to you too but I changed opinion, as I understood what you meant Razz .

You pay much attention to the details Laughing .
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