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speaking of rednecks, that's why cowboys wear Stetsons.

Try, you're right about the term, and I think William Byrd of Virginia started it all when he was surveying the boundary line between my home state and North Carolina. That's from his journal , but I'm relying on my memory. It's not only maddogs and Englishmen who go out in the noon day sun. <smile>

Hey, shari, welcome back, gal. Love those lyrics. Barbie dolls and trailer trash, and po whites that keep a stash.

My older sister told me that there was also a term called "white sagers." They were the type that lay in the broomsage and watched everyone else do the work.

Ah, dys, my heroes have always been stetsons.

Became quite curious about Hoyt, and I found this song by him:

Never Been To Spain
Hoyt Axton
Well I've never been to Spain
But I kind of like the music
Say the ladies are insane there
And they sure know how to use it
The don't abuse it
Never gonna loose it
I can't refuse it

Well, I've never been to England
But I kind of like the Beatles
So I headed for Las Vegas
Only made it out to Lido's
Can you feel it
Must be weary
Oh so good... oh feel so good

Well I've never been to heaven
But I've been in Oklahoma
Well, they tell me I was born there
But I really don't remember
In Oklahoma or Arizona
What does it matter

Did somone here play that one before? Well, it's been requested by Walter and McTag. <smile>

Where are they, anyway?

Miss Letty wrote, "I think William Byrd of Virginia started it all when he was surveying the boundary line between my home state and North Carolina. That's from his journal , but I'm relying on my memory."

WOW! You sure got a good memory.

Artist/Band: Montgomery John Michael
Lyrics for Song: Paint The Town Redneck
Lyrics for Album: What I Do The Best

All week long I been workin' that nine to five
Dreamin' in color but livin' in black and white
Monday to Friday ain't nothing but shades of gray
But tonight I'm gonna party
All my blue collar blues away

I'm a paint the town redneck when I get my paycheck
You ought to see my Chevy van go
Headin' for the bright lights, I'll be painting all night
I'm a honky tonkin' Michelangelo
Picasso with a pool stick
Too loose with a two step
Rollin' till my green's all gone
I'm a paint the town redneck
Honey wanna come along

We can get there early
And draw us a pitcher of beer
Do a little dancin' and make the blues disappear
Brushin' up against each other in the neon light
You can be my Mona Lisa and I'll make you smile tonight

I'm a paint the town redneck when I get my paycheck
You ought to see my Chevy van go
Headin' for the bright lights, I'll be painting all night
I'm a honky tonkin' Michelangelo
Picasso with a pool stick
Too loose with a two step
Rollin' till my green's all gone

I'm a paint the town redneck
Honey wanna come along
I'm a paint the town redneck
Honey wanna come along

Hey, Try. Absolutely love that song. Great lyrics, buddy.

If I taught it, folks, I remember it, but strangely enough, I don't remember learning to read.

Here's an interesting news item:

Clooney Faults Democrats on Iraq War
Monday March 13 3:29 PM ET


George Clooney has faulted Democrats for their timidity in the months before the start of the Iraq war, saying many party leaders muted their criticism of the Bush administration rather than risk being branded as unpatriotic.

"The fear of (being) criticized can be paralyzing. Just look at the way so many Democrats caved in the run up to the war," Clooney said Monday in a profanity-laced posting on The Huffington Post blog site.

"In 2003, a lot of us were saying, `Where is the link between Saddam and bin Laden? What does Iraq have to do with 9/11?'" Clooney wrote. "We have to agree that it's not unpatriotic to hold our leaders accountable and to speak out."




Clooney's latest films, "Syriana," for which he won an Oscar for best supporting actor, and "Good Night, and Good Luck," which he starred in and directed, have been viewed as critiques of the state of U.S. policy domestically and overseas.

"Good Night, and Good Luck" focuses on CBS newsman Edward R. Murrow's battles with Sen. Joseph McCarthy during the communist witch hunt in the 1950s.

In the Web posting, Clooney, 44, said, "When you hear Murrow say, `We mustn't confuse dissent with disloyalty' ... it's like he's commenting on today's headlines."

I'd vote for George. (D'you think he needs a campaign assistant?)

Tractors parked out in the yard
I say you and me take it down to the barn
Pull it inside and climb to the top
Spread out a blanket in a favorite spot
Pitch that pitchfork out the way
Hillbillies love it in the hay

Grab that bottle of strawberry wine
Plate full of chicken and some of that pie
We could be there all night long
You know how we get when we get it on
Up in the loft down yonder way (whatda say?)
Hillbillies love it in the hay

Let me down on a bed of gold
Roll me round til the cows come home
Drive me wild in the soft sweet grass
Hillbillies like it like that

Sun's comin up and the rooster crows
Hound dog chewin on a chicken bone (chicken bone)
You and me just havin a ball
That's a good thing that old mule can't talk (good guess)
Ain't no tellin what he might say
Hillbillies love it in the [mule noise]

HEY!

Let me down on a bed of gold
Roll me round til the cows come home
Drive me wild in the soft sweet grass (aww yes)
Hillbillies like it like that

Hey Hillbilly, Hey Hillbilly,
Hey Hillbilly, Hey Hillbilly

Here's an excerpt from an SNL skit by celeb Billy Crystal & Christopher Guest. squeamish listeners may want to turn down the volume.

Willie: You know somethin', Frank?

Frankie: What?

Willie: I - I - I don't like bein' a night watchman. There - there's nobody here.

Frankie: It means we're doin' our job, Willie. And doin' it well.

Willie: Yeah, but I - I - I - I - I liked it better when we - when we was messengers, I mean, and then I - I was out - I was meetin' people.

Frankie: Like that woman over at Scheidelman's Suits, right?

Willie: [reluctantly] I dropped her. Yeah, she was all over me. All over me, she was. I - I - I need room to breathe.

Frankie: I know, Willie. The stallion needs to run. [Willie nods solemnly in agreement] And run free.

Willie: [rubs his shoulder in pain] Shoo, boy.

Frankie: What's the matter?

Willie: Eh, my shoulder hurts. You know - you know that narrow hallway in the boiler room? The one with the, uh--?

Frankie: Exposed bolts comin' out o' the wall?

Willie: Yeah. Well, every time I walk past it, the bolts dig right into my shoulder. I-- It's very painful.

Frankie: Boy. You wanna talk about some pain? I bought one o' them linoleum knives the other day, you know?

Willie: With the double edge?

Frankie: Right.

Willie: Yeah?

Frankie: So, I go home, you know, and I spread my toes apart and I just start sawing, back and forth and back and forth, you know?

Willie: Mm hmm.

Frankie: And I take a little thing o' Tobasco sauce, you know?

Willie: Yeah.

Frankie: And just dump it on there. Talk about a hotfoot, mister! Boy, that was rough.

Willie: Yeah, I know what you mean. You know, the other day, I took one o' them, uh--?

Frankie: Meat thermometers?

Willie: Yeah! And I just shoved it into my ear, you know? As far as it could go, you know? But then I took one o' them, uh--?

Frankie: Ball-peen hammers?

Willie: Right. And just whacked it a few times right in there, you know.

Frankie: Boy, that must smart.

Willie: I know! I HATE when THAT happens.

Frankie: You know what I hate?

Willie: What?

Frankie: I go into the kitchen, I open the drawer, you know?

Willie: Uh huh?

Frankie: And I take out a, uh--

Willie: Carrot scraper?

Frankie: Right. And I stick it up my nose, you know, and I'm rootin' it around, and, you know, gettin' all the mucus membranes out o' there, you know? And then I take one o' them, uh--?

Willie: Mentholated eucalyptus cough drops?

Frankie: Right. And I stick it-- wedge it up there, you know? I take a couple o' whiffs, boy. Heh, ya feel like your head's gonna explode.

Willie: Boy, isn't THAT the truth? It's like the other night. I'm in the attic and I got a bunch o' mousetraps, ya know?

Frankie: Right.

Willie: And, for bait, I used a big piece of, uh--

Frankie: Camembert?

Willie: Right. So, so I set the trap, right? A-a-a-a-and I wanna see if the trap was gonna work, right? So I got the Camembert in there.

Frankie: Right.

Willie: But every time I went to taste the cheese, the thing came down right on my tongue! ... I'm tellin' ya -- after forty, fifty times, I - I - I couldn't even feel the cheese, much less taste it. I hate when THAT happens, I'll tell ya that.

Eva, I told Raggedy that I wouldn't kick George out of bed. You know the saying:

Politics breeds strange bed fellows. (I'm talking about the Clooney one, you understand. )

Hey, shari. Great hillbilly stuff. I need to get my sister to remind me of some songs that them hillbillies sang. I do remember her having said that she missheard the lyrics, folks. A "dear lily wedding in June" turned out to be a hillbilly wedding in June.

I'll see if I can find it.

Sheeeeze, folks. When Francis left for clement skies, he took the rest of Europe with him. <smile>

Our Prince is going to Dubai as well.

Mr. Turtle that is fabulous. er, what's Camembert cheese? My mouse wants to know.

je crois que les souris en France aiment le Camembert.

Aha! For once I could translate that, turtle.
"I believe that mice in France like Camembert."

Our best search machinery is really misbehaving, listeners, I tried to find the lyrics to Hillbilly Wedding in June for our shari, and every time that my mouse would linger over the lyrics, it would run back to the original page. Must have been that rat cheese.

Artist: The Eagles Lyrics
Song: Take It Easy Lyrics

Well, I'm running down the road
tryin' to loosen my load
I've got seven women on
my mind.

Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says she's a friend of mine
Take It easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels
drive you crazy

Lighten up while you still can
don't even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
and take it easy

Well, I'm a standing on a corner
in Winslow, Arizona
and such a fine sight to see
It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed
Ford slowin' down to take a look at me
Come on, baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
gonna save me

We may lose and we may win though
we will never be here again
so open up, I'm climbin' in,
so take it easy

Well I'm running down the road trying to loosen
my load, got a world of trouble on my mind
lookin' for a lover who won't blow my
cover, she's so hard to find

Take it easy, take it easy
don't let the sound of your own
wheels make you crazy
come on baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
gonna save me, oh oh oh
Oh we got it easy

ah, Try. I luvs that Eagle song. Thanks again for reading my mind.

Well, listeners, time for a station break:

This is cyberspace, WA2K radio.

Oh! Those ad's seem to run forever.




Artist: Wings Lyrics
Song: Band on the Run Lyrics

Stuck Inside These Four Walls, Sent Inside Forever,
Never Seeing No One Nice Again Like You,
Mama You, Mama You.
If I Ever Get Out Of Here,
Thought Of Giving It All Away
To A Registered Charity.
All I Need Is A Pint A Day
If I Ever Get Out Of Here.

Well, The Rain Exploded With A Mighty Crash As We Fell Into The Sun,
And The First One Said To The Second One There I Hope You're Having Fun.
Band On The Run, Band On The Run.
And The Jailer Man And Sailor Sam Were Searching Every One

For the band on the run, Band on the run, Band on the run, Band on the run

Well, The Undertaker Drew A Heavy Sigh Seeing No One Else Had Come,
And A Bell Was Ringing In The Village Square for the rabbits on the run.
Band On The Run, Band On The Run.
And The Jailer Man And Sailor Sam, were searching every one

For the band on the run, Band on the run, Band on the run, Band on the run

Well, The Night Was Falling As The Desert World began To Settle Down.
In The Town They're Searching For Us Every Where, but We Never W Ill Be Found.
Band on the run, Band on the run

And The County Judge, who held a grudge
Will search for evermore
For the band on the run, Band on the run, Band on the run, Band on the run

Chewing on a piece of grass
Walking down the road
Tell me, how long you gonna stay here, Joe?
Some people say this town don't look good in snow
You don't care, I know

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger than moonshine
You're gonna go I know

'Cause the free wind is blowin' through your hair
And the days surround your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air, in the air

Did di di di dit ...

Wishin' on a falling star
Waitin' for the early train
Sorry boy, but I've been hit by purple rain
Aw, come on, Joe, you can always
Change your name
Thanks a lot, son, just the same

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger than moonshine
You're gonna go I know

'Cause the free wind is blowin' through your hair
And the days surround your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air, in the air

Did di di di dit ...

Just shari and me, and tryster makes three,
We're happy in our blue heaven.

A turn to the right,
Now that's nice, don't fight.
We're all sweet in our blue heaven.

Thanks, you two, for the songs.

Just took a run down town for a few things, folks, and it was nice and calm. I went in the store; bought a couple of things, and when I came out it was pouring. Got in the car and realized that my sun roof was open and the seats were soaking wet. Had to get two great kids to come out and help, but we soon discovered that closing that sun roof was another series of bells and whistles.

Ah, well, folks. Nice to have friendly folks around when one is getting drowned, right?

Life Begins at the Hop
XTC

I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop
There's nuts and crisps and ccc cola on tap
A good time had by the boys and girls at the hop

Tell me what do you say
Tell me what do you say

Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

Prepare yourself for the boys in the band at the hop
The cheap guitars, too young for the bars at the hop
We'll jive around, make fools of ourselves then stop
Back next week with another ridiculous tie knot

Tell me what do you say
Tell me what do you say

Life begins at the hop, boys and girls


Radios in Motion
XTC

There's a message up in China
That they getting in Japan
Bouncing off an ocean liner
Make em shake em in Siam

All the kids are complaining
That there's nowhere to go
All the kids are complaining
That the songs are too slow

All I'm saying is you're deaf
To the fact that there's ...
Radios in motion
Atmosphere to ocean
Radios in motion

Gets you out of your red white and blues
When we move then so do you'se

There's a message in Milwaukee
That they're getting in Moscow
Everybody walkie talkie
Everybody learning how

All the kids are complaining
That there's nowhere to go
All the kids are complaining
That the songs are too slow

All I'm saying is you're deaf
To the fact that there's ...
Radios in motion
Atmosphere to ocean
Radios in motion

Gets you out of your red white and blues
When we move then so do you'se


This is Pop?
XTC

In a milk bar and feeling lost
Drinking sodas as cold as frost
Someone leans in my direction
Quizzing on my juke-box selection
What do you call that noise
That you put on?

This is pop
Yeah Yeah

This is!

On a walkway and moving fast
All I get is transistor blast
Someone leans in my direction
Quizzing on my station selection
What do you call that noise
That you put on?

This is pop
Yeah yeah

This is!

We come the wrong way
We come the long way
We play the songs much too loud

This is pop
Yeah yeah

Aha! there's our dj, and now we have a foursome. Okay, then, let's go to the hop.

At the Hop

-Artists: Danny & The Juniors
-the # 14 song of the 1955-1959 rock era
-was # 1 for 7 weeks in 1958
-Words and Music by Arthur Singer, John L. Medora, and David White


Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-bah
Bah-bah-bah-bah. bah-bah-bah-bah, at the hop!

Well, you can rock it you can roll it
You can stop and you can stroll it at the hop
When the record starts spinnin'
You *chalypso* when you chicken at the hop
Do the dance sensation that is sweepin' the nation at the hop

Ah, let's go to the hop
Let's go to the hop, (oh baby)
Let's go to the hop, (oh baby)
Let's go to the hop
Come on, let's go to the hop

Well, you can swing it you can groove it
You can really start to move it at the hop
Where the jockey is the smoothest
And the music is the coolest at the hop
All the cats and chicks can get their kicks at the hop
Let's go!

Let's go to the hop
Let's go to the hop, (oh baby)
Let's go to the hop, (oh baby)
Let's go to the hop
Come on, let's go to the hop
Let's go!

<instrumental interlude>

Well, you can rock it you can roll it
You can stop and you can stroll it at the hop
When the record starts spinnin'
You *chalypso* when you chicken at the hop
Do the dance sensation that is sweepin' the nation at the hop

You can swing it you can groove it
You can really start to move it at the hop
Where the jockey is the smoothest
And the music is the coolest at the hop.
All the cats and chicks can get their kicks at the hop.
Let's go!

Let's go to the hop
Let's go to the hop, (oh baby)
Let's go to the hop, (oh baby)
Let's go to the hop
Come on, let's go to the hop

Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-bah
Bah-bah-bah-bah. bah-bah-bah-bah, at the hop!


NOTE: *chalypso* came about by doing the cha-cha to a calypso tune

Well, I declare, listeners. Are you glad we found that out?

Well, folks. Everyone is worn out from dancing, so I will say goodnight with a song:

Last night we met
And I dream of you yet
With the wind and the rain in your hair

I held you tight
And you whispered "good night"
With the wind and the rain in your hair

Now it will be my favorite memory
That vision of you standing there

Oh, there in the mist
How you sighed when we kissed
With the wind and the rain in your hair

Now it will be my favorite memory
That vision of you standing there

Mm, there in the mist
How you sighed when we kissed
With the wind and the rain in your hair

From Letty with love