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Boy, that was a mouthful.

UhOh, Francis. Now you missed the train.

Vers le bas à la station, tôt le matin. Voyez les petits ventres de décolleur, se tenant dans une rangée. Voyez le petit pompier, tournez son peu poignée. Bip de bip de souffle de souffle ici nous allons.

Listeners, I now understand where we Yanks get the term "souffle."

Walter, I won't even post the lyrics to Leaving on a Jet Plane, then, but when I read the book, Nicholas and Alexandra, and realized how wonderful Peter, Paul, and Mary were to the author's child who had hemophilia, I came to admire them more than just folk singers.

Hey, Bob. Which mouthful was that?

onomatopoeia

Pardon me Roy, is that the cat that ate your new shoes?

A whistle has a pea.
But a souffle doesn't.
Why not?

(perhaps the "p" is silent, as in swimming)

Well, onomatopoeia comes from a Greek word meaning to name as in sound words. I think dys is on the right track with Chattanooga Choo Choo, but you're right, Bob. It is a mouthful.

Stay tuned to WA2K radio, folks, where you're really get the dope (the legal kind) and the etymology of words that fill the mouth.

Walter, you like minutae. This is about the lady who wrote Freight Train

Elizabeth Cotton was born in January of 1895 in Chapel Hill, NC, one of four children. Her parents were born farmers, but had moved to the city before her birth . Her father worked mostly in the ore mines, and her mother was a cook and a midwife. At age eight, Libba started playing around with her older brothers banjo, eventually moving to his guitar. He tried to keep it hidden from her, stashing it under the bed, but, when he left, Libba ferreted it out. She would lay it flat on her lap, at first developing her picking pattern, and then moving on to rudimentary chord development. A few broken strings revealed her playing, and soon she was forced to go to work to save enough money for a guitar of her very own. She could play it upside down and left handed, developing a personal two-finger picking style. To learn a new song she only had to hear it once, then she could easily play it either on the guitar or the banjo.

http://www.mudcat.org/cotton.cfm

Hmmm. McTag slipped a whistle in there with a silent P. Does that have anything to do with "turning your bike around?"

My word, listeners: Planes, trains, and automobiles.

Did you know that the Wright Brothers ran a bicycle shop?


Bad call for the day:

"I told Orville, and I told Wilbur: It'll never leave the ground."

Ha! Freight Train. Thanks, Walter and Pan for stirring that memory. When I was a wee lad we would annually make the trek from Virginia to Wisconsin. This was before interstates, so it took at least a day and a half. With a great deal of regularity, whenever I saw a train, I would burst out with "Freight train, freight train, going so fast." Not the whole song; just that same line, over and over. That drove my parents crazy and they eventually turned me over to a band of gypsies somewhere in Indiana. True story. Really.

Panz, that was interesting info. Walter, McTag, and Francis are probably tucked away in their trundle beds by now.

John of Virginia. Your parents did not turn you over to a band of gypsies, either. Why? because that would cause us to get on a wagon train.

I Hear The Train A-Comin'
It's Comin' Down The Track
It's Comin' To Folsom Prison
To Bring Me A Six Pack
It's Nice In Folsom Prison
The Warden's A Swell Guy
And When I Hear That Lonesome Whistle
I Feel Like I Could Cry

When I Was Just A Baby
My Mama Put Me Down
Said "You Are Just A Baby
Don't Take Your Guns To Town"
I Shot A D.J. Over In Reno
He Wouldn't Play My Damn Song
Now The D.J.'s 'Round The Country
They Play Me Loud And Long

I Bet There's Rich Folks Eatin
In A Fancy Dinin' Car
There Prob'ly Smokin' Whiskey
And Drinkin Black Cigars
I Knew I's Gonna Mess This Up
I Never Get It Right
But When I Hear That Whistle Blowin'
I Feel Like I Could Die

If They Free Me From This Prison
I'm Gonna Make Like Jesse James
If Y'all Don't Tell The Warden
I'll Steal That God-darn Train
Break Through The Walls Of Folsom
And Make That Whistle Cry
And If Y'all Will Be Nice Fellas
I'll Take You For A Ride.

The man in black, edgar. Love that one.

Hey, anyone here like John Coltrane? Give us a song or two.

Read the lyrics a little closer, letty. That was not Johnny Cash.

It's not Cash, Edgar? I guess the clue is the second verse. But I don't know much about recent music-makers.

Sheb Wooley (Ben Colder) did that one.

When?

Colder did that in the late 60s or 70s, a parody of the Cash song.

You know, edgar and all. The mind reads what is tucked away in its own little cubicle. I saw Folsom prison and click--that was Johnny Cash. Now that I go back and read 'em, I see the parody part.

Sheb Wooley? Now I'll have to get on an even keel. Will that mean that boat songs are in the making and singing?

As Ben Colder, Sheb Wooley re-wrote dozens of hit songs.