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As we should be on page 1953 by now:


vs 1
Your Cheatin Heart was on when Hank died,1953
Radio still loved that old country.
He would sing about that whippoorwill, that's too blue to fly.
It left you so lonesome you would cry.


vs 2

They say it was a BluesMan that blessed his guitar strings.
They say the good Lord showed him how to sing.
From the Hayride to the Opry, his white hat is well known.
In Alabam now its set in stone.


chorus
I bet Hank found an old guitar in a shop on heavens streets
and joined right in that heavenly choir, as the angels tapped their feet.
Cause I heard him sing I Saw The Light, and that's good enough for me.
The Grandest Opry of them all. was back in 53....

vs 3
Luke The Drifter was a Rambler,often heard to preach.
Be careful of the stones you throw, he'd teach.
And then he'd hear that high and lonesome sound, whisper on the wind.
off he'd go a rambling again.

chorus

Reba McEntire
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Reba Nell McEntire (born on March 28, 1955) is a Grammy Award-winning singer and one of the best-selling country music performers of all time, known for her pop-tinged ballads that include 22 #1 hits. She has issued 29 albums, with more than 45 million records sold as of 2006.


Early life

McEntire was born in McAlester, Oklahoma to Clark Vincent McEntire and Jacqueline Smith (a sharecropper's daughter); she grew up learning to ride in rodeos as well as play music. She soon formed a band with her sisters, Alice and Susie, and her brother, Pake, known as "The Singing McEntires," and the quartet had a local hit with "The Ballad of John McEntire," a tribute to their grandfather. After McEntire sang the "Star Spangled Banner" at the National Rodeo Finals in Oklahoma City in 1974, Red Steagall suggested that she go to Nashville, Tennessee to pursue a solo career. Around the time of the release of her first album, she married Charlie Battles, a professional steer wrestler and bulldogger, and completed her teaching degree, in case her musical career floundered.

Career

With a contract to Mercury Records, McEntire began her professional career with a hard honky tonk sound, which didn't go over well at a time when country music was dominated by outlaw country artists like Willie Nelson and David Allan Coe.

"Three Sheets in the Wind"/"I'd Really Love to See You Tonight" became her first charting single in 1978 (see 1978 in music), and was followed by the bigger hit "(You Lift Me) Up to Heaven" (1980, 1980 in music). With more pop-oriented balladry, McEntire began to expand her audience during the early 1980s, signing to MCA Records in 1984 (see 1984 in music) and becoming one of the best-selling country artists of all time, releasing three volumes of greatest hits collections.

Her first number one single came in 1982 with "Can't Even Get The Blues No More." Since then, she's forked out 21 more chartbusters, which are all recapped on "Reba #1s" released on November 22nd, 2005. The 2-disc compilation features all 22 number one singles (according to Billboard magazine)) in chronological order, including two new tracks "You're Gonna Be" and "Love Needs A Holiday." Though officially she has had 22 number one singles in Billboard magaine, her "Reba #1s" release contains a total of 33 hit singles.

She won the Female Vocalist of the Year award from the Country Music Association four times in a row (a record she holds with Martina McBride), and had dozens of Top Ten hits during the 80s. For her contribution to the recording industry, Reba McEntire has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 7000 Hollywood Blvd. In 1995, she was inducted into the Western Performers Hall of Fame at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.

She is one of only five solo women (others include Shania Twain, Barbara Mandrell, Dolly Parton, and Loretta Lynn), to win the Country Music Association's highest honor, "Entertainer Of The Year". Even without the major label support she had enjoyed in the 80s, McEntire continued to hit the charts through the 1990s, as well as appearing in television and film, most notably Tremors, a cult horror movie series, Forever Love, and One Night at McCool's. She also starred as Annie Oakley in Annie Get Your Gun on Broadway, receiving critical acclaim.

Since 2001, she has starred in the hit WB television show, Reba (with Texan actor Christopher Rich (American actor) as her philandering ex-husband), even getting a visit from fellow country star Dolly Parton who played Reba's character's supervisor at a real estate firm. Reba recently released a two cd compilation of her #1 songs plus two new songs, entitled "Reba: #1's".

Private life

After divorcing Battles in 1987 (see 1987 in music), McEntire married Narvel Blackstock, a noted steel guitarist and the couple took control over all aspects of her career. Seven members of Reba's band and her road manager were among 10 people who died in a March 16, 1991, plane crash near San Diego, California.

She has a son, Shelby Steven McEntire Blackstock (born 1990).

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reba_McEntire


You Lift Me Up To Heaven :: Reba Mcentire

(Jim Zerface, Bob Morrison, Johnny Macrae)

Been to Colorado where the mountains touch the sky
And I've done other things in life to lift my spirits high
But nothing that I've ever tried to do
Has taken me as high as loving you

Chorus:
Cause you lift me up, up, up, up to heaven
When you gently lay me down
You lift me up, up, up, up to heaven
Yes you make my world go round

I never try to get away on daydreams anymore
Love's taken me to places that I've never been before
But if it's not heaven when you're holding me
It's the way that heaven oughta be

Repeat Chorus

And we never leave the ground
Up, up, up, up to heaven
Yes you make my world go round

> Man who run in front of car get tired.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Man who run behind car get exhausted.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Man who walk through airport turnstile sideways going to Bangkok.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Man with one chopstick go hungry.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Man who scratch ass should not bite fingernails.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Man who eat many prunes get good run for money.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Baseball is wrong: man with four balls cannot walk.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Panties not best thing on earth! But next to best thing on earth.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> War does not determine who is right, war determine who is left.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Wife who put husband in doghouse soon find him in cat house.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Man who fight with wife all day get no piece at night.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> It take many nails to build crib, but one screw to fill it.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Man who drive like hell, bound to get there.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Man who stand on toilet is high on pot.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Man who live in glass house should change clothes in basement.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Man who fish in other man's well often catch crabs.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Man who fart in church sit in own pew.
> *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
> Crowded elevator smell different to midget.

Irving Berlin
Sittin' In The Sun 1953 Lyrics

Sittin' in the sun, countin' my money
Fanned by a summer breeze
Sweeter than honey is countin' my money
Those greenbacks on the trees

Comes a summer show'r, drops o' rain falling
Sweeter than Christmas chimes
Hearing those jingles upon the roof shingles
Like pennies, nickels and dimes

Tho' it's known that all I own is not a large amount
Fields of gold that I behold are in my bank account

Sittin' in the sun, countin' my money
Happy as I can be
And to top it all
When shadows fall
I look to heaven and I see
There's a silver dollar in the sky
Shining down on me

I couldn't find it neithers.

I would like to hear the guitar solo from "Goodbye, Mary Lou" by Ricky Nelson. It's my favourite.

I also like the guitar solo from "Abide With Me" by the Inspirational Choir.

Will do, Brit, after I review Bob and Try. Great combination, no? <smile>

Try, I love your little vignettes about Hank Williams. They caught my eye because it took me a long time to appreciate the man's genius. Thanks for that, honey.

Bob, Try as I might I simply cannot imagine Freddy Bartholomew having been born in Florida. What a surprise, hawkman. I guess every kids knows about the little Lord, even our Ellpus<smile> Thanks for all the great bio's, buddy. I think we know most all of them.

Of course your "Year of the Dog" funnies would even get a smile from an inscrutable mandarin. Loved 'em, Boston.

Back in a moment to honor McTag's request.

Well, McTag, you will have to imagine the guitar solo, brat, but here is the song by Ricky:

Ricky Nelson
Hello Mary Lou

CHORUS Hello Mary Lou
goodbye heart
sweet Mary Lou,
I'm so in love with you
I knew Mary Lou,
we'd never part
so hello Mary Lou
goodbye heart
You passed me by one sunny day
flashed those big brown eyes my way
and oo I wanted you forever more
now I'm not one that gets around
I swear my feet are stuck to the ground
and though I never did meet you before
CHORUS I said hello Mary Lou
......
I saw your lips I heard your voice
believe me I just had no choice
wild horses couldn't make me stay away
I thought about a moonlit night
ma arms about good and tight
that's all I had to see for me to stay
CHORUS

Incidentally, I did locate one song that Saint-Saens wrote words to, and it was Guitares et Mandolines. It was done by some French tenor, but I have had no luck finding it as yet. It is times such as these when we miss our man in Paris.

The pop song was done with a kind of calypso beat, but quite tricky. Voices in harmony. Good.

Well, Taggers, are you talking about the one I just showed our audience?

Supposedly, the song was done with a heavy Spanish motif.

Hey, folks, let's change the beat:

Jimmy Buffett Song Lyrics

Far Side of the World
(From the album "FAR SIDE OF THE WORLD")

Ramadan is over,
The new moon's shown her face,
I'm halfway round the planet,
In a most unlikely place.

Following my song line
Past bamboo shacks and shops
Behind a jitney packed like sardines,
With bananas piled on top.

I ran away from politics,
It's too bizarre at home.
Away I flew, tuned into Blue
";Maybe Amsterdam or Rome";

Awakened by a stewardess,
With Spain somewhere below.
On the threshold of adventure,
God I do love this job so.

So while I make my move
On the big board game
Up and down a Spanish highway,
Some things remain the same.
Girls meet boys
and the boys tease girls
I'm heading out this morning,
For the Far Side of the World.

Oh I believe in song lines
Obvious and not
I'd ridden them like camels
To some most peculiar spots.

They run across the oceans
Through mountains and saloons
And tonight out to the dessert
Where I sit atop this dune.

I was destined for this vantage point
Which is so far from the Sea
I've lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupery

From Paris to Tunisia
Casablanca to Dakar
I was riding long before I flew
Through the wind and sand and stars.

Caravan
Ride that hump
And Timbuktu's a jillion bumps
Sleeping bags and battle flags
Are coiled and furled
That's the way you travel
To the far side of the world!

A Sunset framed by lightening bolts
Burns a lasting memory
And a string of tiny twinkling lights
adorn the sausage tree.
While the embers from the log fire
Flicker, fly, and twirl
Then drift off toward the cosmos
From the Far Side of the World.
Well it's Christmas and my birthday
and so to that extent
The Masai not the wise men
Are circling my tent.
I teach them how to play guitar
They show me how to dance
We have rum from the Caribbean
And Burgundy from France.

New Year's Eve in Zanzibar
With Babu and his boys
High up on the rooftop
You can relish all the noise.

They are dancing on the tables
People bouncing like gazelles
Two 0-0-1 is ushered in
With air raid horns and bells.

Time to sing time to dance
Living out my second chance.

Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curled
That's the way it happens
On the Far Side of the World.

Back at home, it's afternoon
Six thousand miles away.
I will still be there when I get through
Attending this soiree

There are jobs and chores and questions
And plates I need to twirl,
But tonight I'll take my chances,
On the Far Side of the World.
That's the way it happens
On the Far Side of the World.

Fantastic song for all of us.

Guitares et mandolines
Language: FRENCH


Guitares et mandolines
Ont des sons qui font aimer.
Tout en croquant des pralines
Pépa se laisse charmer
Quand, jetant dièses, bécarres,
Mandolines et guitares
Vibrent pour la désarmer.

Mandoline avec guitare
Accompagnent de leur bruit
Les amants suivant le phare
De la beauté dans la nuit.
Et Juana montre, féline,
(Guitare avec mandoline)
Sa bouche et son oeil qui luit.

The Lied and Art Song Texts Page

http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/s/saintsaens/

Wow!

I can't believe it, Bob. Thanks to our very clever researcher.



Now, hawkman, if you can translate into English for us dummies, and phonetically pronounce his name, you are hired. <smile>

Guitars and Mandolines
Language: ENGLISH


Guitar and mandoline
Cause you to fall in love.
While crunching pralines,
Pepe lets herself be charmed
When, sounding sharps and flats,
Mandoline and guitar
Resound to disarm her.

Mandoline and guitar
Accompany with their sound
Lovers who follow the beacon
Of beauty in the night;
And feline Juana flashes
Guitar and mandoline)
Her gleaming eyes and mouth.

Pralines? Ain't that New awleans, Bob? <smile> Thanks again, BB. believe I liked it better in French.

Hey, why not a little more dixieland.


Basin Street Blues - Louis Armstrong

Won't you come and go with me
Down that mississippi
We'll take a boat to the land of dreams
Come along with me on, down to new orleans

Now the band's there to greet us
Old friends will meet us
Where all them folks goin to the st. louis cemetary meet
Heaven on earth.... they call it basin street

I'm tellin' ya, basin street...... is the street
Where all them characters from the first street they meet
New orleans..... land of dreams
You'll never miss them rice and beans
Way down south in new orleans

They'll be huggin'.... and a kissin'
That's what I been missin'
And all that music....lord, if you just listen'
New orleans....i got them basin street blues

(instrumental break)

Now ain't you glad you went with me
On down that mississippi
We took a boat to the land of dreams
Heaven on earth...they call it basin street

Mississippi Mud Lyrics
Less Than Jake

When the sun goes down, the tide goes out,
The people gather 'round and they all begin to shout,
"Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud,
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud.
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud".
What a dance do they do!
Lordy, how I'm tellin' you...
They don't need no band...
They keep time by clappin' their hand...
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud,
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud.
Lordy, how they play it!
Goodness, how they sway it!
Uncle Joe, Uncle Jim,
How they pound the mire with vigor and vim!
Joy! that music thrills me!
Boy! it nearly kills me!
What a show when they go!
Say! they beat it up either fast or slow.When the sun goes down, the tide goes
out,
The people gather 'round and they all begin to shout,
"Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud,
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud.
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud".
What a dance do they do!
Lordy, how I'm tellin' you...
They don't need no band...
They keep time by clappin' their hand.
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud.
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud.

<yawn> I'm back!

A little worse for wear, I'm afraid. Just spent 11 days in Florida, which was a few more days than I should have. I was almost over a head cold when we left, but relapsed after meeting with dear Letty (more on that to come!) By the weekend, I was pretty miserable but soldiered on. I was thoroughly Orlandoed. Flying last night moved this stuff into my ears, so now I've got it in nose, chest & ears. Went straight to the pharmacy from the airport. Am on heavy antibiotics, etc. now, so I should start feeling better in a day or two. I hope. Really miserable.

Worst part was having to leave the lovely warm sunshine and come back to 40s & 50s. Ah well, at least the tulips are blooming.

Let's see...meeting Letty. What can be said? She is every bit as gracious and charming as you'd expect. But thinner. (Ha!) She needs to stop by the Wine Cellar for a few pastries more often. (Please, eat them! I don't need any more unwanted pounds!) Anyway, we gossipped about all of you, and our opinions were pretty much in sync. She took us to a local restaurant up the beach from her house. SonofEva DID TOO eat his shrimp! I made him!!! (Okay, I ate one myself. Can't resist shrimp.) You know how kids are. If something isn't prepared exACTly the same as home, it's suspect. Ah well. He did get to hear some karaoke for the first time, and talked about it later. Said he was amazed ordinary people would actually get up there in front of everybody and sing. I laughed. His preadolescent self-consciousness was just...so...cute. Hubby was tied up in a conference all day, so he couldn't leave Orlando with us. SonofEva told him he really missed a great day, that Letty was great. You did make him feel very special, and I thank you for that.

If anyone is planning a trip to central/north Florida, I would encourage them to meet up with Letty. We had such a good time! Just don't distract her by talking when she's pulling out of her garage. (Oops.)

<sniff, sniff>

Must go rotate the laundry.

Oh, my God, Eva. I am soooooo sorry you got a rhinovirus, but we are delighted to have you back in our humble studio again.

Folks, I am going to deny anything that our Eva says, REALLY! Well, except the bit about pulling out of my garage and seeing that some car was already in the driveway, and misplacing my glasses and being skinny.

How sweet of that sonofyours to say nice things about this exteacher. I was most amazed at how very quickly that young man was able to solve a creativity test. Nope, it was NOT forced choice, either.

and now, while we await our Eva's return:

Translated by Frances Densmore

CHIPPEWA
Mide Songs

In form like a bird,
It appears.

*

The ground trembles
As I am about to enter.
My heart fails me
As I am about to enter
The spirit lodge.

*

The sound of flowing waters
Comes toward my home.

*

Now and then there will arise,
Out of the waters,
My Mide brothers,
The otters.

*

Beautiful as a star,
Hanging in the sky,
Is our Mide lodge.

*

What are you saying to me?
I am arrayed like the roses,
And beautiful as they.

*

The sound is fading away.
It is of five sounds.
Freedom.
The sound is fading away.
It is of five sounds.