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Thanks! It's the one with the Cuban group......and thanks for the plug!

George Jones is pretty talented, but generally gets overlooked. Here are some of my favorites that he does.


Seasons Of My Heart

Seasons come seasons go we get a little sunshine rain and snow
Just the way that it was planned to be
But there's no seasons in my heart while you play the leading part
But I guess what is to be my dear will be
Your leaving will bring autumn sorrow and my tears like withered leaves shall fall
Though may bring some glad tomorrow
You know darling we might have been happy after all

Your leaving will bring autumn sorrow …





White Lightning

Well, down in North Carolina, way back in the hills,
My old Pappy had him a still.
He brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down,
Then filled him a jug and he'd pass it around.
Mighty, mighty pleasin, Pappy's corn squeezin':
White lightnin'
Well, the "G" men, "T" men, the Revenuers, too,
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew.
They were looking, tryin' to book him,
But Pappy kept a-cookin',
White lightnin'.

Well, I asked my Pappy Daddy why he called his brew,
White lightnin' 'stead of mountain dew.
I took a little sip and right away, I knew,
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue.
Lightnin' started flashin', thunder started crashin':
My goodness, white lightnin'.
Well, the "G" men, "T" men, the Revenuers, too,
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew.
They were looking, tryin' to book him,
But Pappy kept a-cookin',
White lightnin'.
.
Well, a city slicker came and he said: "I'm tough.
"I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff."
He took one s-s-sip and drank it allt down,
And I heard him a moanin' as he hit the ground.
Mighty, mighty pleasin, Pappy's corn squeezin':
White lightnin'.
Well, the "G" men, "T" men, the Revenuers, too,
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew.
They were looking, tryin' to book him,
But Pappy kept a-cookin',
White lightnin'.
Written by Jape Richardson.



He Stopped Loving Her Today

He said "I'll love you till I die."
She told him: "You'll forget in time."
As the years went slowly by,
She still preyed upon his mind.
He kept her picture on his wall,
Went half-crazy now and then.
He still loved her through it all,
Hoping she'd come back again.
Kept some letters by his bed,
Dated nineteen sixty-two.
He had underlined in red,
Every single "I love you".
I went to see him just today,
Oh, but I didn't see no tears.
All dressed up to go away,
First time I'd seen him smile in years.
He stopped loving her today,
They placed a wreath upon his door.
And soon they'll carry him away,
He stopped loving her today.
You know, she came to see him one last time.
Aww, an' we all wondered if she would.
And it kept runnin' through my mind:
"This time he's over her for good."
He stopped loving her today,
They placed a wreath upon his door.
And soon they'll carry him away,
He stopped loving her today.
Written by Bobby Braddock and Claude Putnam.
(©

Ryn, Sorry that I couldn't find the song you were looking for, but there are those here, (Raggedy for one) that can do the unbelievable.

edgar, I know the second song, but am not familiar with the first. My word, I think that the reason for souped up engines had to do with outrunning the revenuers.

The Big Rock Candy Mountain,
attributed to Harry "Haywire Mac" McClintock.


BACKGROUND: In 1906 Harry "Haywire Mac" McClintock composes "Hallelujah, I'm a Bum." McClintock, a tramp entertainer, railroad boomer and organizer for the Wobblies, also wrote "The Big Rock Candy Mountain" around this time.

The Big Rock Candy Mountain (original verse)

1.
On a summer day
In the month of May
A burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane
Through the sugar cane
He was looking for his liking
As he roamed along
He sang a song
Of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay
For many a day
And he won't need any money

Chorus:
Oh the buzzin' of the bees
In the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain

2.
There's a lake of gin
We can both jump in
And the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay
We can sleep all day
And the bars all have free lunches
Where the mail train stops
And there ain't no cops
And the folks are tender-hearted
Where you never change your socks
And you never throw rocks
And your hair is never parted

Chorus:

3.
Oh, a farmer and his son,
They were on the run
To the hay field they were bounding
Said the bum to the son,
"Why don't you come
To that big rock candy mountain?"
So the very next day
They hiked away,
The mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived
At the lemonade tide
On the big rock candy mountain

Chorus:



The Big Rock Candy Mountain (contempoarry verse)

1.
One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
He said, "Boys, I'm not turning
I'm heading for a land that's far away
Beside the crystal fountain
I'll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain*

Chorus:
Oh, the buzzing of the bees in the cigarette trees,
By the soda water fountain
Near the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
On the Big Rock Candy Mountain

2.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,
It's a land that's fair and bright,
The handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
The boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall and the winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

Chorus:

3.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
You never change your socks
And little streams of alky-hol
Come trickling down the rocks
O the shacks all have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and gingerale too
And you can paddle all around it in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

Chorus:

4.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The box-cars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall and the winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

Chorus:

5.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The jails are made of tin
You can slip right out again
As soon as they put you in
There ain't no short-handled shovels
No axes, saws nor picks
I'm bound to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

Chorus:



The Big Rock Candy Mountains (the hoboes paradise)

1.
Where the ham and eggs grow on trees
And bread grows from the ground
And the springs spurt booze to your knees
And there's more than enough to go around.

Chorus:

2.
Where the chickens craw into the skillet
And cook themselves up nice and brown
And the cows churn their butter in the mornin'
And squirt their milk all around.

Chorus:

3.
Where the lunches grow on the bushes
And bump the 'boes in the eyes
And every night at eleven
The sky rains down apple pies.

Chorus:

4.
His home is where the bird sing
And young girls swim in the fountains
And the cigarettes grow with the matches
In the big potato mountains.

Chorus:
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And little streams of alcohol
Come a'trickling down the rocks
The boxcars are all empty
And the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and whiskey too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

Oh, my Gawd, dj. I love every single version. Fantastic!

Listeners, if we have played this one before, I think it can stand another spin:


Played by Jerry Garcia with the Black Mountain Boys in March 1964. Thanks to Matt Schofield for the lyrics.

Now darling you can't love one
Darling you can't love one
You can't love one and have any fun
Darling you can't love one

Riding on that New River train
Riding on that New River train
Same old train that brought me here
Is going to carry me away again

Darling you can't love two
Darling you can't love two
You can't love two and still be true
Darling you can't love two

Riding on that New River train
Riding on that New River train
Same old train that brought me here
Is going to carry me away again

Darling you can't love three
Darling you can't love four
You can't love seven and still go to heaven
Darling you can't love nine

Riding on that New River train
Riding on that New River train
Same old train that brought me here
Is going to carry me away again

The final verse above is a compilation of several different verses:
Darling you can't love three
Darling you can't love three
You can't love three and still love me
Darling you can't love three

Darling you can't love four
Darling you can't love four
You can't love four and love any more
Darling you can't love four

Darling you can't love five
Darling you can't love five
You can't love five and get money from my hive
Darling you can't love five

Darling you can't love six
Darling you can't love six
You can't love six, for that kind of love don't mix
Darling you can't love six

Darling you can't love seven
Darling you can't love seven
You can't love seven and still go to heaven
Darling you can't love seven

Somewhere in Boston, Bob is singing Billy Joel stuff.

Just getting ready. Tried the tonsils. ok. Altoids in the pocket if voice is scratchy. Yup. Tissue to wipe off lipstick. Yeah. Showered and shaved. Done. Stick to beat off women if too many. Got it. I think I'm ready!

Ah, Raggedy, no matter. We can't all stay at the top CD or not. <smile>

Bob, all spruced up and lookin' good. Watch that lipstick on the collar, it's a dead give away, and should you need a gold plated pogo stick for table hoppin', I have one in my garage.

A sad news item:

Babies are being brokered in Cambodia, one of the poorest nations on the planet. One woman sold her child for $15.00. Families who thought that they were adopting orphans, have been shocked to find out that that the tiny thing had a living mother.

More later on that particular piece and other items of interest.

a song for the child victims of the world

Artificial Flowers

(harnick/bock)
Alone in the world was poor little anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find
Her parents had gone to their final reward
Leaving their baby behind

Did you hear this poor little child
Was only nine years of age
When mother and dad went away
Still she bravely worked
At the one thing she knew
To earn a few pennies a day

She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Fashioned from annie's despair

With papers and shears, with wire and wax
She made up each tulip and mum
As snow flakes drifted in to her tenement room
Her baby little fingers grew numb

>from artificial flowers, those artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of high fashion to wear
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Made from annie's despair

And they found little annie all covered with ice
Still clutching her poor frozen shears
Amidst all the blossoms, she had fashioned by hand
And watered with all her young tears

There must be a heaven where little annie can play
In heavenly gardens and bowers
And instead of halo, she'll wear round her head
A garland of genuine flowers

No more artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of society to wear
Those artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Fashioned from annie's
Fashioned from annie's despair

feeling rather maudlin tonight

Driftwood
Travis

everything is open
nothing is set in stone
rivers turn to ocean
oceans tide you home
home is where the heart is
but your heart had to roam
drifting over bridges
never to return
watching bridges burn

(chorus)
you're driftwood floating underwater
breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
just driftwood hollow and of no use
waterfalls will find you, bind you,
grind you

nobody is an island
everyone has to go
pillars turn to butter
butterflying low
low is where your heart is
but your heart has to go
drifting under bridges
never with the flow

and you really didn't think it would happen
but it it really is the end of the line
so I'm sorry that you turned to driftwood
but you've been drifting for a long, long time

everywhere there's trouble
nowhere's safe to go
pushes turn to shovels
shoveling the snow
frozen you have chosen
the path you wish to go
drifting now forever
and forever more
until you reach your shore

you're driftwood floating underwater
breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
just driftwood hollow and of no use
waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you
and you really didn't think it would happen
but it it really is the end of the line
so I'm sorry that you turned to driftwood
but you've been drifting for a long, long time
you've been drifting for a long, long time
you've been drifting for a long, long
drifting for a long, long time


No Distance left To Run
Blur

It's over
You don't need to tell me
I hope you're with someone who makes you
feel safe in your sleep
and tonight
I won't kill myself, trying to stay in your life
I got no distance left to run

When you see me
Please turn your back and walk away
I don't want to see you
'Cause I know the dreams that you keep
That's where we meet
When your coming down, think of me here
I got no distance left to run

It's over, I knew it would end this way
I hope you're with someone who makes you feel
That this life is a life
One who settles down, stays around
Spends more time with you
I got no distance left to run


No Surprises
Radiohead

A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silent silence.

This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.

Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.

No alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.


Until the End of the World
U2

Haven't seen you in quite a while
I was down the hold just passing time
Last time we met was a low-lit room
We were as close together as a bride and groom
We ate the food, we drank the wine
Everybody having a good time
Except you
You were talking about the end of the world

I took the money
I spiked your drink
You miss too much these days if you stop to think
You lead me on with those innocent eyes
You know I love the element of surprise
In the garden I was playing the tart
I kissed your lips and broke your heart
You
You were acting like it was the end of the world

Love...love...love...love...love...love...
Love...love...love...love...love...love...
Love...love...love...love...

In my dream I was drowning my sorrows
But my sorrows, they learned to swim
Surrounding me, going down on me
Spilling over the brim
Waves of regret and waves of joy
I reached out for the one I tried to destroy
You, you said you'd wait till the end of the world.


Hurt
Johnny Cash

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stain of time
The feeling disappears
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

Yes, dj. Children are sacred. What happened, I wonder?The little match girl created her illusions, and when the matches were all burned out, the true light came into being. Everyone feels a bit down between dusk and dawn..........................................................

Just reflecting, listeners, as do we all.

a song for all of us who are reflecting

This Little Light of Mine

This little light of mine,
I'm going to let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm going to let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm going to let it shine,
Ev'ry day, ev'ry day,
Ev'ry day, ev'ry day,
Gonna let my little light shine.

On Monday, He gave me the gift of love;
On Tuesday, peace came from above.
On Wednesday told me to have more faith;
On Thursday, gave me a little more grace.
On Friday, told me to watch and pray
On Saturday, told me just what to say,
On Sunday, gave power divine
Just to let my little light shine. (oh)

This little light of mine,
I'm going to let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm going to let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm going to let it shine,
Ev'ry day, ev'ry day,
Ev'ry day, ev'ry day,
Gonna let my little light shine.

Now some say you got to run and hide.
But we say there's no place to hide.
And some say let others decide,
But we say let the people decide.
Some say the time's not right,
But we say the time's just right.
If there's a dark corner in our land,
You got to let your little light shine. (oh)

This little light of mine,
I'm going to let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm going to let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm going to let it shine,
Ev'ry day, ev'ry day,
Ev'ry day, ev'ry day,
Gonna let my little light shine.

is anyone familiar with the "left behind" book series, a collection of books about events during and after the rapture

here's an interesting quote from somebody commenting on the popularity of the "left behind" series

"Thanks, I've been looking for this. I did a search and found the movie on Pirate Bay but imdb has it rated pretty low. Apparently the books are better. Not that I'm religious, I'm mainly interested because this book series has had a big impact on the religious community -- so much so that the percentage of people who believe the rapture will happen in their lifetime went from 1% to 17%, which includes the person who lives in the Whitehouse. When this many people think they're going to experience the rapture, there are a lot of people with little incentive to plan for the future. This book series must be pretty good (as a piece of literature) to have had such an impact like this.

the sentence i hi-lited made me laugh out loud

"When this many people think they're going to experience the rapture, there are a lot of people with little incentive to plan for the future."

That sentence reminds me of the circumstances Mark Twain's family found themselves in. They had a large piece of property that would one day make every member wealthy. As a consequence, none except Mark Twain felt an incentive to make a substantive career for themselves. In the end, the promised fortune proved illusory. No one got much of anything.

No problem, guys! It figures that I picked a tough one.....

I too searched for that Gladys Knight song. It's too new to be posted anywhere, I think.

that was the impression i got from my searches as well

The King's Own Regulars And their Triumphs over the Irregulars.
A Song to the Tune of, An Old Courtier of the Queen's,
and The Queen's old Courtier

Since you all will have singing, and won't be said, "Nay,"
I cannot refuse, when you so beg and you pray;
So, I'll sing you a song -- as a body may say,
'Tis of the King's regulars, who ne'er run away.

CHORUS: Oh, the old soldiers of the King,
And the King's own regulars.

At Preston Pans we met with Rebels one day,
We marshall'd ouselves up in our finest array;
Our hearts were all stout, and bid our legs stay,
But our feet were wrong-headed and took us away.

At Falkirk we resolv'd to be braver,
And recover some credit by better behaviour;
We would not acknowledge feet had done us a favour,
So feet swore they would stand, but -- legs ran, however.

No troops perform better than we at reviews,
We march and we wheel, and whatever you choose;
George would see how we fight, and we never refuse,
There we all fight with courage -- you may see it in the News.

To Monongahela, with fifes and with drums,
We march'd in fine order, with cannons and bombs;
The great expedition cost infinite sums,
But a few irregulars cut us all into crumbs.

It was not fair to shoot at us from behind trees;
If they had stood open, as they ought, before our great guns,
We should have beat 'em with ease;
They may fight with one another that way, if they please,
But it is not regular to stand, and fight with such rascals as these.

At Fort George and Oswego, to our great reputation,
We showed our vast skills in fortification;
The French fired three guns; of the fourth they had no occasion;
For we gave up those forts -- not through fear, -- but mere persuasion.

To Ticonderoga we went in a passion,
Swearing to be revenged on the whole French nation;
But we soon turned tail without hesitation,
Because they fought behind trees -- which is not the fashion.

Lord Loudon, he was a fine regular general they say;
With a great regular army he went his way.
Against Louisburgh, to make it his prey,
But return'd -- without seeing it, for he did not feel bold that day.

Grown proud at reviews, great George had no rest;
Each grandsire, he had heard, a rebellion suppress'd;
He wish'd a rebellion, look'd round and saw none,
So resolved a rebellion to make -- of his own.

The Yankees he bravely pitch'd on, because he though they would not fight,
And so he sent us over to take away their right;
But lest they should spoil our review-clothes, he cried braver and louder:
"For God's sake, brother kings, don't sell the cowards -- any powder!"

Our general with his council of war did advise
How at Lexington we might the Yankees surprise;
We march'd and remarch'd -- all surpris'd at being beat;
And so our wise general's plan of surprise was complete.

For fifteen miles they follow'd and pelted us, we scarce had time to pull a trigger;
But did you ever know a retreat perform'd with such vigour?
For we did it in two hours, which saved us from perdition;
'Twas not in going out, but in returning, consisted our expedition.

Says our general, "We were forced to take to our arms in our own defense"
(For arms read legs, and it will be both true and sense.)
"Lord Percy," says he, "I must say something of him in civility,
And that is -- I can never enough praise him for his great agility."

Of their firing behind fences he makes us great pother,
Ev'ry fence has two sides; they made use of one, and we only forgot to use the other.
That we turn'd our backs and ran away so fast, don't let that disgrace us;
'Twas only to make good what Sandwich said, that the Yankees could not face us.

As they could not get before us, how could they look us in the face?
We took care they should not, by scampering away space.
That they had not much to brag of, is a very plain case;
For if they beat us in the fight, we beat them in the race.

CHORUS: Oh, the old soldiers of the King,
And the King's own regulars.

Good Morning all.
Birthday Time:
1850 Edward Bellamy, author (Chicopee Falls, MA; died 1898)
1874 Robert Frost, poet (San Francisco, CA; died 1963)
1911 Tennessee Williams, playwright (Columbus, MS; died 1983)
1916 Sterling Hayden Upper Montclair NJ, actor (Dr Strangelove, Asphalt Jungle, Cobra) ; died 1986
1919 Strother Martin Kokomo IN, actor (Cool Hand Luke, Slapshot) ; died 1980
1930 Sandra Day O'Connor, Supreme Court justice (El Paso, TX)
1931 Leonard Nimoy, actor/director (Boston, MA)
1934 Alan Arkin, actor (New York, NY)
1939 James Caan, actor (New York, NY)
1942 Erica Jong, author/poet (New York, NY)
1943 Bob Woodward, journalist (Geneva, IL)
1944 Diana Ross, singer/actress (Detroit, MI)
1946 Johnny Crawford Los Angeles CA, actor (Mark-The Rifleman)
1948 Steven Tyler, singer (Boston MA)
1949 Vicki Lawrence Inglewood CA, actress (Carol Burnett Show, Mama's Family)
1950 Martin Short, actor/comedian (Hamilton, Ontario, Canada)
1957 Leeza Gibbons, TV personality (South Carolina)
1960 Marcus Allen, football player and sportscaster (San Diego, CA)
2233 James T Kirk science fiction captain of USS Enterprise (Star Trek)

There's a bright golden haze on the meadow,
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow,
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye,
An' it looks like its climbin' clear up to the sky.


Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day,
I've got a wonderful feeling,
Everything's going my way.


All the cattle are standing like statues,
All the cattel are standing like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by.
But a little brown mav'rick is winking her eye.


All the sounds of the earth are like music,
All the sounds of the earth are like music,
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree,
And an ol' Weepin' Willer is laughin' at me.



A very nice start in the Easter weekend to all listeners!