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I don't know. There always some I hadn't heard about popping up.

here is another old song from my lp collection :


I'LL SIGN THE PAPERS--MEL TILLIS AND GEORGE MORGAN


[G]I TRIED SO HARD TO KEEP OUR HOME [C]ALIVE

BUT [D7]YOU DON'T EVEN CARE THAT I'M [G]AROUND

YOU TELL ME THAT SOMEHOW OUR LOVE HAS [C]DIED

AND [D7]YOU'D RATHER BE SET FREE THAN BE TIED [G]DOWN


ALL RIGHT, I'LL SIGN THE [C]PAPERS

EVEN [D7]THOUGH YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU [G]SO

ALL RIGHT, I'LL SIGN THE [C]PAPERS

BUT [D7]OH HOW IT HURTS TO SEE YOU [G]GO


[G]I'VE LAID AWAKE AT NIGHT WHEN YOU WERE [C]GONE

AND [D7]THOUGHT OF ALL THINGS THAT I COULD [G]DO

TO TRY AND MAKE YOU HAPPY WHEN YOU COME [C]HOME

BUT THE [D7]MORE I TRY THE MORE YOU MAKE ME [G]BLUE
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a bit sad , isn't it ?
as mel tillis says in the liner notes :
'...i was a fireman on the railroad. but i had to call out the signals, and needless to say, the s.s.s.ignals were always b.b.b.ehind us before i could g.g.g.et it out ! i lost that job....

but he sure has one sweet voice !

the one i like best is his 'detroit city ! hbg

Stuttering Lovers

A wee bit over the lee me lads
A wee bit over the green
The birds went into the poor man's corn,
I fear they'll never be s-s-s-s-seen
I fear they'll never be seen.

Then out came a bonny wee lass
And she was one so fair,
And she went into the poor man's corn
To see if the birds were th-th-th-th-there my lads
to see if the birds were there.

Then out came a bonny wee lad
And he was a fisherman's son
And he went into the poor man's corn
To see where the birds had r-r-r-r-run, me lads
To see where the birds had run.

Well, he kissed her on the cheek me lad,
And kissed her on the chin
"Uh, don't be kissing me, my wee lad,
I fear it is a s-s-s-s-sin me lad,
I fear it is sin."

He kissed her once and he kissed her twice
He kissed her ten times o'er.
"It's nice to be kissing a bonny wee lass
who's never been kissed bef-f-f-f-fore, me lads,
who's never been kissed before."

Then up came the poor old man,
and he was tattered and torn,
"If that's the way of the mindin' me birds,
I'll do it meself in the m-m-m-m-morn," me lads
I'll do it meself in the morn!"

as mr ochs pointed out, "it's always the old that lead us to the war, it's always the young to fall"

here's an irish tune that illustrates the young man's plight

JOHNNY I HARDLY KNEW YE
(tune: Johnny comes marching home)

While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy,
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye,
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Chorus:
With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your guns and drums and drums and guns,
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Where are the eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the eyes that were so mild,
When my heart you so beguiled
Why did ye sci-daddle from me and the child
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye

Where are the legs with which you run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the legs with which you run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the legs with which you run,
When first you went to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye

Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg,
Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
Ye'll have to put with a bowl out to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye

I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home,
All from the island of Ceylon;
So low in the flesh, so high in the bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye

Last chorus:
...the enemy never slew ye
Oh, my darling dear you look so queer

when i've heard the clancy brothers do this tune, they usually begin with a story about bob and mary, a protestant man and catholic woman who fall in love and get married, now bob decides to become catholic, but the transition is difficult for him, he goes to the priest and he asks him what he can do, the preist replies, "just keep saying to yourself, i'm a catholic i'm not a protestant, over and over and maybe it will penetrate your thick skull", bob leaves and a few weeks later the preist is making his rounds and he decides to stop in and see how things are going with bob and mary, approaching the house he smells a n order that no man should smell coming from a good catholic home on a friday, he asks mary where bob is, "in the kitchen", she replies, upon entering the kitchen he finds bob standing at the stove ladling gravy over a big sirloin, repeating, "your a trout, your not a steak"


THE OLD ORANGE FLUTE
Trad.

In the County Tyrone near the town of Dungannon
There was many a ruction that meself had a hand in
Bob Williams he lived there a weaver by trade
And all of us thought him a stout Orange blade
On the twelfth of July as around it had come
Bob played his old flute to the sound of the drum
You can talk of ya harp, ya piano or lute
But nothing compared with the old orange flute

Chorus:
Toora lu, Toora lay
Sure it`s six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee

But Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in
He married a Papish called Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish himself and forsook the old cause
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws
Now the boys in the place made some comment upon it
And Bob had to fly to the province of Connacht
Well he fled with his wife and his fixings to boot
And along with the latter his ould orange flute

At the chapel on Sundays, to atone for past deeds
He`d say Paters and Aves, and he counted his beads
Till after some time, at the priest`s own desire
Bob went with his ould flute to play in the choir
Well he went with his ould flute to play in the mass
But the instrument shivered and sighed, oh alas
And blow as he would though it made a great noise
The flute would play only "The protestant boys"

At the council of priests that was held the next day
They decided to banish the ould flute away
They couldn`t knock heresy out of it`s head
So they bought Bob a new one to play in it`s stead
Now the ould flute it was doomed and it`s fate was pathetic
`twas fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic
as the flames roared around it, sure they heard a quare noise
`twas the ould flute still playing "The protestant boys"

Ah, hamburger. I remember the exchange between Jimmy Dean and Mel Tillis.

Weeelllll, at llleaasst I don't haavvve to ssselll sausage for a lliivvvin.

Although your song was sad, Mel does not stutter one bit when he sings. That's odd, isn't it.

dj. That song is great about the stuttering lovers, honey. Thanks, Canada, and the "Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye makes" me sad.

Why is it that "...war takes man's best to do man's worst...."

Ah, dj. We missed your orange flute. That is lovely, Canada. Thank you.

On the Where Am I Thread, I was reminded of a song when I remembered Treasure Island, Florida. I searched the archives until I found it.

Since this is my time of evening, listeners, I want to play it.

Dedicated to my brother, who I never got to know:

I sailed away to Treasure Island
And my heart stood still
When I landed on the silvery shore
We met that day on Treasure Island
And the smile you gave
Was the treasure I'd been craving for.
Then came those moments of bliss
In the shade of the sheltering palms,
I still remember your kiss
As you nestled within my arms,
I looked for gold on Treasure Island
And I found that gold
When you gave your golden love to me.

letty : i had a friend who was a stutterer. part of the therapy was 'singing' ! he eventually learned to connect words when speaking/singing and overcame his handicap.
it seems to me that there were a lot more stutterers when i was growing up; i haven't heard anyone stutter in a long time . i wonder if many stutteres developed the handicap following sickness ? (mel tillis suffered from malaria as a child, which a/t the liner notes caused him to stutter). hbg

Ah, hamburger, I taught a child named Lynette who stuttered. She was a mulatto and a group isolate. She adopted me and called me mia. I loved that child. She memorized and performed at a talent show "The Ballad of the Harp Weaver."

ending the sunday evening with a flatt and scruggs tune.
since we live in the 'prison capital of canada' - there seven within a 20 mile radius , two are no more than a mile away - , i think it's quite appropriate to listen to 'doin my time'.
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Artist/Band: Flatt And Scruggs
Lyrics for Song: Doin' My Time
Lyrics for Album: The Best of Flat & Scruggs
On this old rock pile with a ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name Lord Lord
Gotta do my time gotta do my time with an aching heart and a worried mind
[ banjo ]
When that old judge looked down and smiled
Said I'll put you in that good road for a while Lord Lord
Gotta do my time gotta do my time with an aching heart and a worried mind
You can hear my hammer you can hear my song
I'm gonna swing it like John Henry all day long Lord Lord
Gotta do my time gotta do my time with an aching heart and a worried mind
[ banjo ]
It won't be long just a few more days
I'll settle down and quit my rowdy ways Lord Lord
With that gal of mine with that gal of mine
She'll be waitin' for me when I've done my time

Goodnight, hamburger. Letty will follow shortly.

I would say goodnight with that beautiful poem The Ballad of the Harp Weaver, but it is too long.

".....and I shall say good night til it be morrow...."

From Letty with love.

I Always Get Lucky With You
George Jones

I've had good luck, and bad luck
And no luck, it's true
But I always get lucky with you

I've been turned on, and turned down
When the bars close at two
But I always get lucky with you

I keep two strikes against me
Most all of the time
And when it's down to just a phone call
I'm minus a dime

There's been good days, and bad days
But when the day is through
I always get lucky with you
Oh, I always get lucky with you

Angels Don't Fly
George Jones

Deep into midnight far from the warm light
Beneath the shadow of a cold crescent moon
I watched her leaving no shouting or screaming
Just the sound of our hearts as they fall out of tune

Angels don't fly they just walk out the door
I know 'cause her footsteps I still hear on my floor
You might think I'm crazy but I know it's true
Angels don't fly they just walk out on you

Now, I'm lost in my memories and smoky nights bring me
As close to the truth as any man should ever be
Seems the love that I gave her could never quite save her
From a wild, restless heart that just had to be free

Angels don't fly they just walk out the door
I know 'cause her footsteps I still hear on my floor
You might think I"m crazy but I know it's true
Angels don't fly they just walk out on you

Angels don't fly they just walk out on you...

The Lone Ranger
George Jones

I'm tired of sittin' home sick of bein' all alone thought I'd just go for a drive
I's headed downtown when I did me a turnaround when I saw the neon sign
Happy hour two for one sounded like a lot of fun so I stopped and went inside
The next thing that I knew I was sittin' on a barstool havin' the time of my life
Well I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger
I was shootin' 'em down like I didn't have a care ignorin' all the danger
Bless my soul this morning I awoke in the arms of a perfect stranger
I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger
[ guitar ]
Did I fail to mention it wasn't my intention to stay out all night long
I was gonna have a few but one round led to two next thing I knew I was gone
Well here's where I draw a blank the band was playin' Hank
She rode in to save the day
And all I remember was kisses sweet and tender and hi yo silver away
Well I had more silver bullets...
Well I had more silver bullets...
I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.
Our edgar was on a George Jones kick last evening, and we do appreciate that country input, Texas.

How about a song by Loretta Lynn this morning.

You Ain't Woman Enough
Lyrics: Loretta Lynn
Music: Loretta Lynn

Sung by Donna Godchaux with the Grateful Dead in 1973, and on guest appearances with the New Riders Of The Purple Sage.

You've come to tell me something you say I ought to know
That he don't love me any more, and I'll have to let him go
Now you say you're gonna take him, oh but I don't think you can
'Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man

Women like you, they come a dime a dozen
You can buy them anywhere
For you to get to him, I'd have to move over
And I'm gonna stand right here
But it'll be over my dead body, so get out while you can
'Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man

Sometimes a man's caught looking at things that he don't need
He took a second look at you, but he's in love with me
Now I don't know where that leave's you, ah but I know where I stand
And you ain't woman enough to take my man

Women like you, they come a dime a dozen
You can buy them anywhere
For you to get to him, I'd have to move over
And I'm gonna stand right here
Well it'll be over my dead body, so get out while you can
'Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man
No you ain't woman enough to take my man.

I believe her, listeners!

I don't believe I could ever be woman enough to do that.

Well, Texas. That's something to be thankful for this morning. <smile>

News from the world of entertainment:


'Godfather' Actor Killed by Bus in NYC
Sunday February 19 6:34 PM ET


Richard Bright, a character actor who appeared in all three "Godfather" movies and more recently on "The Sopranos," was struck and killed by a bus, police said.

Bright, 68, was hit by a private Academy Bus as he crossed the street at about 6:30 p.m. Saturday in his Manhattan neighborhood, police Detective Bernard Gifford said.

There were no arrests as of Sunday but police said the investigation was continuing. The bus driver told police he was not aware that he had hit anyone.




Bright played mob enforcer Al Neri in the "Godfather" movies, a bodyguard to the Corleone family patriarchs played by Marlon Brando and Al Pacino.

He played a con artist hustling Ali McGraw in 1972's "The Getaway" and acted in dozens of other films such as Sergio Leone's "Once Upon a Time in America" and "Looking for Mr. Goodbar" and in TV shows such as "Hill Street Blues."

from the songbook of Rita Coolidge;

Outside the rain begins and it may never end
So cry no more on the shore a dream
Will take us out to sea
Forever more forever more

Close your eyes and dream
And and you can be with me
'Neath the waves through the caves of hours
Long forgotten now
We're all alone we're all alone

Close the window calm the light
And it will be alright
No need to bother now
Let it out let it all begin
Learn how to pretend

Once a story's told
It can't help but grow old
Roses do lovers too
So cast your seasons to the wind
And hold me dear oh hold me dear

Close the window calm the light
And it will be alright
No need to bother now
Let it out let it all begin
All's forgotten now
We're all alone oh oh we're all alone
Close the window calm the light
And it will be alright
No need to bother now
Let it out let it all begin
All's forgotten now
We're all alone we're all alone
Let it out let it all begin
Owe it to the wind my love

Good morning, dys. That song by Rita seems to fit the day here in my little studio.Thanks, cowboy. It's a grim looking morning, so I suppose a Monday song is in order

Carpenters
» Rainy Days And Mondays

Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.
What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong
Feelin' like I don't belong
Walkin' around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.
Funny but it seems I always wind up here
with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me.
What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.
( 1970, 1971 )

T-bone Walker

Call it stormy Monday
Lord, but Tuesday's just as bad
You know they call it stormy Monday
Lord, but Tuesday's just as bad
And Wednesday's are worse
And Thursday's oh so sad

The eagle flies on Friday
Lord, and Saturday we go out and play
The eagle flies on Friday
Well, Lord, and Saturday we go out an play
Uh-huh-huh

And Sunday we go to church
And I kneel down and pray
And this is what I say:

Look, Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy on me
I do
I cry Lord have mercy
Lord, have mercy on me, on me, um
You know I'm tryin', tryin' to find my baby
Won't somebody please send her on home to me?
Oh Lord