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Old Shep - Red Foley


(C)

(VERSE - 1)
(C) (A) (D)
WHEN I WAS A LAD AND OLD SHEP WAS A PUP
(G) (G7) (C) (F#dim) (G)
O'ER HILLS AND MEADOWS WE'D ROAM.

(C) (A) (D)
JUST A BOY AND HIS DOG, WE BOTH FULL OF FUN;
(G) (G7) (C) (F)(C)
WE GREW UP TOGETH-ER THAT WAY.

(G) (G7) (C)
I REMEMBER THE TIME AT THE OLD SWIMMING HOLE,
(A) (D) (G)
WHEN I WOULD HAVE DROWNED BEYOND DOUBT.

(C) (A) (D)
SHEP WAS RIGHT THERE, TO THE RESCUE HE CAME,
(G) (G7) (C) (F) (C)
HE JUMPED IN AND HELPED PULL ME OUT.


(VERSE - 2)
SO THE YEARS ROLLED ALONG, AND AT LAST HE GREW OLD,
HIS EYESIGHT WAS FAST GROWING DIM.

THEN ONE DAY THE DOCTOR LOOKED AT ME AND SAID
"I CAN'T DO NO MORE FOR HIM, JIM."

WITH A HAND THAT WAS TREMBLING, I PICKED UP MY GUN,
I AIMED IT AT SHEP'S FAITHFULL HEAD.

JUST COULN'T DO IT, I WANTED TO RUN,
AND I WISHED - THEY'D SHOOT ME INSTEAD.


(VERSE - 3)
I WENT TO HIS SIDE, AND SAT ON THE GROUND,
HE LAID HIS HEAD ON MY KNEE.

I STROKED THE BEST PAL, THAT A MAN EVER FOUND,
I CRIED SO - I SCARCELY COULD SEE.


OLD SHEPPIE HE KNEW, HE WAS GOING TO GO,
FOR HE REACHED OUT AND LICKED AT MY HAND.

HE LOOKED UP AT ME, JUST AS MUCH AS TO SAY,
WE'RE PARTING, BUT YOU UNDERSTAND.


(CHORUS - LAST TIME ONLY)
(C) (A) (D) (D7)
OLD SHEP IS GONE WHERE THE GOOD DOGGIES GO,
(G) (G7) (C) (F#dim) (G)
AND NO MORE WITH OLD SHEP WILL I ROAM.

(C) (A) (D)
BUT IF DOGS HAVE A HEAVEN, THERE'S ONE THING I KNOW,
(G) (G7) (C) (F) (C)
OLD SHEP HAS A WONDERFUL HOME.

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Well he's not very handsome to look at
Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog
And he's always killin' my chickens
That dirty old egg-suckin' dog

Egg-suckin' dog
I'm gonna stomp your head in the ground
If you don't stay out of my hen house
You dirty old egg-suckin' hound

Now if he don't stop eatin' my eggs up
Though I'm not a real bad guy
I'm gonna get my riffle and send him
To that great chicken house in the sky

Egg-suckin' dog
Your always hangin' around
But you'd better stay out of my hen house
You dirty old egg-suckin' hound

From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear
In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place
At the table of your love I got the brush off
At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the race

I've been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you've got me out of your conscience
I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart

In the garbage disposal of you dreams I've been ground up dear
On the river of your plans I'm up the creek
Up the elevator of your future I've been shafted
On the calendar of your events I'm last week

I've been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you've got me out of your conscience
I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart

where oh where are you tonight
why did you leave me here all alone
i searched the world over
and thought i found true love
you met another
and thbppt you were gone


The Frying Pan
John Prine

I come home from work this evening
There was a note in the frying pan
It said fix your own supper babe
I run off with the Fuller brush man

[Chorus:]
And I miss the way she used to yell at me
The way she used to cuss and moan
And if I ever go out and get married again
I'll never leave my wife at home

Sat down at the table
Screamed, and I hollered and cried
And I commenced a carryin' on
Till I almost lost my mind

[Chorus]

If I ever see another salesman
Come a knockin' at my door
I'm gonna pick up a rock and hit him on the head
And knock him down on the floor

[Chorus]

That's it; That's it, edgar. Wow! I will have to remind my sis of the REAL verses.

Well, I can see that dys ain't going to play the crying game with that egg suckin' dog story. Grrrrrr. Hey, all. Maybe this will work.


For the Good Times

Don't look so sad
I know it's over
But life goes on
And this old world
Will keep on turning
Let's just be glad
We had some time to spend together
There's no need to watch the bridges
That we're burning

Lay your head,
Upon my pillow
Hold your warm and tender body
Close to mine
Hear the whisper of the raindrops
Blowing soft, against the window
And make believe you love me,
One more time,
For the good times

I'll get along
You'll find another
And I'll be here
If you should find,
You ever need me
Don't say a word
About tomorrow, or forever
There'll be time enough for sadness
When you leave me

Lay your head
Upon my pillow
Hold your warm and tender body
Close to mine
Hear the whisper of the raindrops
Blowing soft against the window
And make believe you love me
One more time
For the good times.

Wonder if Bob made the karaoke bunch shed a tear with that one.

some songs containing an amazingly powerful word, if


If I Had a Boat
Lyle Lovett

If I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

If I were Roy Rogers
I'd sure enough be single
I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale
It'd just be me and trigger
We'd go riding through them movies
Then we'd buy a boat and on the sea we'd sail

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

The mystery masked man was smart
He got himself a Tonto
'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free
But Tonto he was smarter
And one day said kemo sabe
Kiss my ass I bought a boat
I'm going out to sea

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

And if I were like lightning
I wouldn't need no sneakers
I'd come and go wherever I would please
And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree
And I'd scare 'em by the light pole
But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat


Grand Canyon
Stephen Merritt

If I was the Grand Canyon
I'd echo everything you say
but I'm just me
I'm only me
and you used to love me that way

so you know how to love me that way

If I was Paul Bunyan
I'd carry you so far away
but I'm just me
I'm only me
and you used to love me that way

so you know how to love me that way...


If I Only Had a Brain

I could while away the hours
Conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain
And my head, I'd be scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain.

I'd unravel ev'ry riddle
For any individ'le
In trouble or in pain

With the thoughts you'd be thinkin'
You could be another Lincoln,
If you only had a brain.

Oh, I could tell you why
The ocean's near the shore,
I could think of things I never thunk before
And then I'd sit and think some more.

I would not be just a nuffin'
My head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain.
I would dance and be merry
Life would be a ding-a-derry--
If I only had a brain


If God Was One of Us
Joan Osbourne

If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question

And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

If God had a face what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in jesus and the saints and all the prophets

And yeah yeah god is great yeah yeah god is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
He's trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome

And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if god was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome


If All the Little Raindrops

If all the little raindrops
Were lemondrops and lollipops
Oh, if all the little raindrops
Were lemondrops and lollipops
Oh, what a rain that would be!
Standing outside, with my mouth open wide
Singing La la la la, la la la,
La la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la,
La la la, la

If all the little snowflakes
Were candy bars and milkshakes
Oh, if all the little snowflakes
Were candy bars and milkshakes
Oh, what a snow that would be!
Standing outside, with my mouth open wide
Singing La la la la, la la la,
La la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la,
La la la, la

If all the little sunbeams
Were bubblegum and ice cream
Oh, if all the little sunbeams
Were bubblegum and ice cream
Oh, what a sun that would be!
Standing outside, with my mouth open wide
Singing La la la la, la la la,
La la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la,
La la la, la

dj, Those were both witty and wonderful. I laughed at the one by Lyle Lovett; gotta love it.

Yes, Canada. "If" is a powerful word, all right.

Continuing, listeners:

If

If a picture paints a thousand words,
then why I can't paint you?
The words will never show the you I've some to know.
if a face could launce a thousand ships,
then where am I to go?
There's no one home but you, You're all that's left me too.
And when my love for life is running dry,
you come and pour yourself on me.

If a man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tommorrow and today, beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you. And when the world was through,
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
and you and I would simply fly away

Now that really got to me, listeners, because the melody is so beautiful.

some songs about my old man

My Old Man's A Dustman
Lonnie Donegan

Now here's a little story
To tell it is a must
About an unsung hero
That moves away your dust
Some people make a fortune
Other's earn a mint
My old man don't earn much
In fact....he's flippin'.....skint

Oh, my old man's a dustman
He wears a dustman's hat
He wears cor blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat
He looks a proper narner
In his great big hob nailed boots
He's got such a job to pull em up
That he calls them daisy roots

Some folks give tips at Christmas
And some of them forget
So when he picks their bins up
He spills some on the steps
Now one old man got nasty
And to the council wrote
Next time my old man went 'round there
He punched him up the throat

Oh, my old man's a dustman
He wears a dustman's hat
He wears cor blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat

I say, I say Duncan
I 'er...I found a police dog in my dustbin
(How do you know he's a police dog)
He had a policeman with him

Though my old man's a dustman
He's got a heart of gold
He got married recently
Though he's 86 years old
We said 'Ear! Hang on Dad
you're getting past your prime'
He said 'Well when you get to my age'
'It helps to pass the time'

Oh, my old man's a dustman
He wears a dustman's hat
He wears cor blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat

I say, I say, I say
My dustbins full of lillies
(Well throw 'em away then)
I can't Lilly's wearing them

Now one day while in a hurry
He missed a lady's bin
He hadn't gone but a few yards
When she chased after him
'What game do you think you're playing'
She cried right from the heart
'You've missed me...am I too late'
'No... jump up on the cart'

Oh, my old man's a dustman
He wears a dustman's hat
He wears cor blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat

I say, I say, I say (What you again)
My dustbin's absolutely full with toadstools
(How do you know it's full)
'Cos there's not much room inside

He found a tiger's head one day
Nailed to a piece of wood
The tiger looked quite miserable
But I suppose it should
Just then from out a window
A voice began to wail
He said (Oi! Where's me tiger head)
Four foot from it's tail

Oh, my old man's a dustman
He wears a dustman's hat
He wears cor blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat
Next time you see a dustman
Looking all pale and sad
Don't kick him in the dustbin
It might be my old dad


Don't Dilly Dally (My Old Man)
Charles Collins and Fred W. Leigh

We had to move away, 'cos the rent we couldn't pay,
The moving van came round just after dark;
There was me and my old man, shoving things inside the van,
Which we'd often done before let me remark.
We packed all that could be packed in the van and that's a fact;
And we got inside all we could get inside,
Then we packed all we could pack on the tailboard at the back,
Till there wasn't any room for me to ride.

chorus:
My old man said, "Follow the van, don't dilly dally on the way!"
Off went the cart with the home packed in it,
I walked behind with me old cock linnet.
But I dillied and dallied, dallied and dillied,
Lost the van and don't know where to roam.
Variation:
I stopped on the way to have the old half-quartern,
And I can't find my way home.

I gave a helping hand with the marble wash-handstand,
And straight, we wasn't getting on so bad;
All at once the carman bloke had an accident and broke,
Well, the nicest bit of china that we had.
You'll understand of course, I was cross about the loss,
Same as any other human woman would;
But I soon got over that, what with 'two-out' and a chat,
'Cos it's little things like that what does you good.

Chorus:
Variation:
Now who's going to put up the old iron bedstead
If I can't find my way home?

Oh! I'm in such a mess - I don't know the new address -
Don't even know the blessed neighbourhood,
And I feel as if I might have to stay out all the night,
And that ain't going to do me any good.
I don't make no complaint, but I'm coming over faint,
What I want now is a good substantial feed,
And I sort o' kind o' feel, if I don't soon have a meal,
I shall have to rob the linnet of his seed.

Chorus:
Variation:
You can't trust the specials like the old-time coppers
When you can't find your way home.


My Old Man
Steve Goodman

I miss the old man tonight, I wish he was here with me
With his corny jokes and his cheap cigar
He could look you in the eye and sell you a car
That's not an easy thing to do
But no one ever knew a finer man in all this land
Than my old man

He never talked about his war, in France when he was eighteen
The day they put him in a trench was the day he learnt sense
And he never again used violence
He got out of uniform
Came home and married mum, and not so very long after that
He was my old man

I remember the fights we had, my sisters and I got him mad
He'd get all boiled up, he'd sometimes shout
We knew what was coming so we tuned him out
Now the old man's gone
I'd give all I own to know what he said when I wasn't listening
To my old man

I miss the old man tonight, I can almost see his face
He was always trying to watch his weight
But his heart only made it to fifty-eight
For the first time since he died
Late last night I cried - I wondered when I was going to do that
For my old man


My Old Man
Race That Train

i don't care for my old man
he don't care for me
i don't care for none of his friends
and none of them likes me
we don't care for each other much
that's why we're family
o, i don't care for my old man
and he don't care for me

i don't talk to sister june
she don't talk to me
i don't talk to her husband neither
and neither does he to me
we ain't been on talking terms
since nineteen sixty three
no, i don't talk to sister june
and she don't talk to me

i don't mess with my kid brother
he don't mess with me
i picked on him 'til he got big
and started pickin' on me
now we pick on others
and leave each other be
i don't mess with my kid brother
and he don't mess with me

i don't answer mama back
she don't answer me
she don't hear and i don't listen
to whatever she's telling me
she's stone deaf and i'm so stubborn
we get on famously
i don't answer mama back
and she don't answer me

i don't pray to jesus christ
so don't you pray for me
i don't go to church on sunday
'cause he don't visit me
he been dead two thousand years
and i'm still kickin' see
so i don't pray to jesus christ
and don't you pray for me

Letty -
Ya want sad? Try these Hank Williams tunes.


Wedding Bells

I have the invitation that you sent me
You wanted me to see you change your name
I couldn't stand to see you with another
But dear I hope you're happy just the same

Wedding bells are ringing in the chapel
That should be ringing out for you and me
Down the aisle with someone else you're walking
Those wedding bell will never ring for me

I planned a little cottage in the valley
I even bought a little band of gold
I thought some day I'd place it on your finger
But now the future looks so dark and cold

Wedding bells are ringing in the chapel
I hear the children laughing out with glee
At home alone I hang my head in sorrow
Those wedding bells will never ring for me

I fancy that I see a bunch of roses
A blossom from an orange tree in your hair
And while the organ plays I love you truly
Please let me pretend that I am there

Wedding bells are ringing in the chapel
Ever since the day you set me free
I know today that you are with another
And wedding bells will never ring for me


To-[c] night my heart is bowed in sor-[g] row
I can't keep the tears from my [c] eyes
My son calls an-[c7] other man [f] daddy
The [g7] right to his love, I've been [c] denied.

Chorus


My Son Calls Another Man Daddy

My [f] son calls another man [c] daddy
He'll [d7] ne'er know my name nor my [g7] face
[f] God only knows how it [c] hurts me
For an-[g7] other to be in my [c] place.

Each night I laid there in prison
I pictured a future so bright
For he was the one ray of sunshine
That showed thru the darkest of nights.

Chorus

Today his mother shares a new love
She just couldn't stand my disgrace
My son calls another man daddy
And longs for the love he can't replace.

Chorus




Weary Blues


Capo: 3rd fret key: f play: d
The [d] snow falls [g] 'round my [d] window
But [g] it can't chill my [d] heart
God [g] knows it died the [d] day you left
My dream world [a7] fell a-[d] part.

Chorus
Weary [d] blu-ue-ue [g] ues from [d] waitin'
Lord, I've been [e7] waitin' too [a7] long
These [d] blues have [g] got me [d] cryin'
Oh, sweet ma-a-ma, [a7] please come [d] home.

Thru tears I watch young lovers
As they go strollin' by
Oh, all the things that might have been
God forgive me if I cry.

Chorus

one more if song

Happiness Is A Good Place To Visit But It Was So Sad In Fayetteville
Jerry Jeff Walker

If there's anything in this world you want
Better go for yourself
Learn to pick it up with your own two hands
Don't count on somebody else

If there's a dream that you are working on
Don't be surprised
If any old thing that you're counting on
Just suddenly dies
Got to plan in advance what you know you'll need
And carry it up on your back
Got to keep the things you need really close at hand
And tote them in your bag

When you're alone be ready for rain to fall
On a sunny day
If ends just meet be ready to go outside
And break a leg
You may as well get it straight before you start
You've got a general plan
To walk a road here to there but be prepared
To dig it where you land

If lady luck supposed to come across
She won't come through
If there'e the slightest doubt things could go wrong
It's bound to fall on you
Oh I know it's nice to think that things work out
And we'll all make our goal
But I think a man is wise to only count upon
What his own two hands can hold

If by some chance your world should turn on you
Come a tumblin down
You'll be at the place that I was at
When I wrote this song

You know, dj and edgar. Crying is good for us, physically. It's not really good to hold back the tears. This hurricane business has left me so dry, because the horror has replaced the lacrymose side of my being.

Of course, I adore Hank Williams and all of dj's songs because they speak of the PEOPLE!

I watched a special about Patsy Cline last night, and that was followed by a rerun of Forest Gump. I simply became pensive.

I love sad songs. I sometimes have one for this radio program, but skip it because I don't want to be seen as a sad sack.

we'd never think of you like this




gus maybe, you never

You're not a sad sack, edgar. We examine the need that we have inside and translate it into music; poetry; hard work; flower gardens; or volunteering.

Well, folks. It seems that our Reyn has some good news for us on a bear thread. Perhaps we should ask him to come on over.

My Gawd, dj, I think I had better take a station break while I'm laughing.

Later folks.

I used to buy Sad Sack comics and also read the daily comic strip.

i remember picking up a few as a boy at yard sales or flea markets

THE HANGING TREE
(M. David - J. Livingston)
MARTY ROBBINS ( 1959)

I came to town to search for gold
And I brought with me a memory
And I seem to hear the nightwind cry
Go hang your dreams on the hanging tree
Your dreams of love that could never be (never be)
Hang your faded dreams on the hanging tree
(The hanging tree)

I searched for gold and I found my gold
And I found a girl who loved just me
And I wished that I could love her too
But I'd left my heart on the hanging tree
But I'd left my heart with the memory (memory)
And the faded dream on the hanging tree
(The hanging tree)

Now there were men who craved my gold
And men to take my gold from me
When a man is gone, he needs no gold
So they carried me to the hanging tree
To join my dreams and a memory (a memory)
Yes, they carried me to the hanging tree
(The hanging tree)

To really live, you must almost die (wop-do-wah)
And it happened just that way with me (wop-do-wah)
They took the gold and set me free
And I walked away from the hanging tree
I walked away from the hanging tree (the hanging tree)
And my own true love, she walked with me
That's when I knew that the hanging tree
Was a tree of life, new life for me
A tree of hope, new hope for me
A tree of love, new love for me
The hanging tree (the hanging tree)
The hanging tree (the hanging tree)
The hanging tree

Letty, i've been out & about, but a while back i did let off some politically incorrect steam on another thread. it may be a while yet until i'm in a bantering mood.

Sad Sack. Trying to put that inside my memory, listeners.

Marty Robbins is quite familiar, edgar, and as for the Hanging Tree, there is a memory of the Judas Tree where Jesus' betrayer was said to have hanged himself.

Yit, I understand exactly what you mean, my friend. Anger, like lava, bubbles beneath the surface then erupts, and it takes a while for it to cool.

Well, listeners. Europe is asleep, and there is only us. I think, perhaps, that may be what the world sees.

Us, them, and me. The eternal triangle.

I was thinking about McTag's reference to the pig. That may be where the expression, "In a pig's eye" arises.