Singin' the Blues or any other durn thing ya want.

[Delmonico]

Thanks pard hadn't heard he'd passed.

[litl rooster]

Yep on my homepage yesterday

[Texas Lawdog]

Every time I hear Sleepy Jean, I think of Davy Jones and the Monkees.  He was up at one of the Indian casios in Oklahoma last summer. He's gettin old like the rest of us.  I always wanted the Monkeemobile.  I love them Gtoes.

[Delmonico]

When I work 3rd shift security, had an old pfart, worked with me for a few months, retired and worked for gamblin' money.  Came back to the guardshack one night, Gene was asleep and when I opened the door it scared him, always thought it was funny cause the radio was playin' Sleepy Jean.

[Sod Buster]

All my life I've been a cowboy in my heart
Every western hero on the screen's
Been with me from the start
Ridin' high and showin' me the way
And they've been there with me through my toughest times
We'd ride out to the boundries but we never crossed those lines
And that's a code that I'm still livin' by today

The code of the west was black and white
Good guys and the bad
You would always know who's wrong or right
By the color of their hat

Now there aren't so many happy trails
I've ridden some you wouldn't wanna see
You don't go off into the sunset
And they don't run from sea to shinin' sea

And it's good to see the bad guys on the run
While our modern day heroes show 'em how the west was won
On their trail 'til they bring the last one down
We could use a few more cowboys here today
A few more days of reckoning and a lot more hell to pay
Where that debt is owed there ain't no middle ground

The code of the west was black and white
The good guys and the bad
You would always know who's wrong or right
By the color of their hat

Now there aren't so many happy trails
I've ridden some you wouldn't wanna see
You don't go off into the sunset
And they don't run from sea to shinin' sea

The code of the west was black and white
The good guys and the bad
You would always know who's wrong and who was right
By the color of their hat

Now there aren't so many happy trails
I've ridden some you wouldn't wanna see
You don't go off into the sunset
And they don't run from sea to shinin' sea

All my life I've been a cowboy in my heart

[Texas Lawdog]

Good song lyrics, Sodbuster.  The way life used to be, too bad it's not that way anymore.

[litl rooster]

this one's Arcey fault

Away, away, away rode the rebel, Johnny Yuma.

Johnny Yuma, was a rebel,
He roamed, through the west.
And Johnny Yuma, was a rebel,
He wandered alone.

He got fightin' mad,
This rebel lad,
He packed his star as he wandered far
Where the only law was a hook and a draw, the rebel.

(Away, away, away rode the rebel.)

Johnny Yuma, was a rebel,
He roamed, through the west.
And Johnny Yuma, was a rebel,
He wandered alone.

He searched the land,
This restless lad,
He was panther quick and leather tough
Cause he had figured that he'd been pushed enough, the rebel.

(Away, away, away rode the rebel.)
Johnny Yuma.

Johnny Yuma, was a rebel,
He roamed, through the west.
And Johnny Yuma, the rebel,
He wandered alone.

He was fightin' mad,
This rebel lad,
With a dream he would hold until his dying breath
He would search his soul and gamble with death.

Away, away, away rode the rebel, Johnny Yuma.

[Sod Buster]

Good song lyrics, Sodbuster.  The way life used to be, too bad it's not that way anymore.

Thanks.  In case anyone is interested, it is "Code of the West" by Clint Black from his album "Drinkin' Songs & Other Logic".

[Texas Lawdog]

"The Cowboy Way"  explained by the "Riders in the Sky" is another one of my favorites.

[Arcey]

Tom Petty. Sounds like sumthin' a hard-nosed cowboy would say....

Well I wont back down, no I wont back down
You can stand me up at the gates of hell
But I wont back down

Gonna stand my ground, wont be turned around
And Ill keep this world from draggin me down
Gonna stand my ground and I wont back down

Hey baby, there aint no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I wont back down.

Well I know whats right, I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin me around
But Ill stand my ground and I wont back down

Hey baby there aint no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I wont back down
No, I wont back down

[Ozark Tracker]

with all the anniversary's on the Coffee board and mine and Jackie's coming up,  This is what I always tell her when she asks what I do if she left.  makes for a good chuckle. 


Yeah, Daddy said, "Son I'm sorry
You and Sheila ain't getting along
And if she's so dead set on leaving you, boy
Why ain't she already gone
Yeah, you better break out some sweet talking
'Cause I promise you you're gonna miss her
And I know what I'd do
If my baby left me
Pack up my things and go with her."

CHORUS:
You don't stay with the one you can live with
It's the one that you can't live without
It's the one that's got you tore up in pieces, boy
It's the one you keep talking about
Pride's a tough pill to swallow
It'll leave you lonely and cold and bitter
So what you need to do
If she's gonna leave you
You better pack up and go with her

Daddy said, "Son, I'm through preaching
I've said all I'm gonna say
Now if you love her as much as I think you do
You're a fool if she gets away
She can go anywhere that she wants to
Don't give up, no don't quit her
Do like I did when your momma left me
Hell, I just packed up my bags and went with her."

CHORUS:
You don't stay with the one you can live with
It's the one that you can't live without
It's the one that's got you tore up in pieces, boy
It's the one you keep fretting about
Pride's a tough pill to swallow
It'll leave you lonely, cold and bitter
What you need to do
If she's gonna leave you
Pack up your things and go with her

CHORUS:
You don't stay with the one you can live with
It's the one that you can't live without
It's the one that's got you tore up in pieces, boy
It's the one you keep crying about
Pride's a tough pill to swallow
It'll leave you lonely, cold and bitter
What you need to do
If she's gonna leave you
Better pack up and go with her
Yeah, I know what I did
When my baby left me
I packed up my things and went with her

[Trinity]

Dang, OT.  That sounds like she needs to file a restrainin' order.


I was listenin' to some ELO and thought this would be a good one to post:

Wish I was, yeah, a wild west hero.

Sometimes i look up high and then I think there might
just be a better life.
Away from all we know, that's where I wanna go,
out on the wild side
and I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.

Ride the range all the day till the first fading light,
be with my western girl round the fire, oh, so bright.
I'd be the Indians friend, let them live to be free,
ridin' into the sunset, I wish I could be.

I'd ride the desert sands and through the prairie lands,
try'n to do what's right.
The folks would come to me, they'd say, we need you here.
I'd stay there for the night.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.

Ride the range all the day till the first fading light,
be with my western girl round the fire, oh, so bright.
I'd be the Indians friend, let them live to be free,
ridin' into the sunset, I wish I could be.

Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Wish I was, o-o-oo-o-o-o-oo, a wild west hero.

[Ozark Tracker]

sounds like maybe she should have   

[Delmonico]

Noticed one of my vinyl records in the closet when I was at home.  Cheated and found a copy on tape cause a song was goin' through my head.

I took a walk (he was walkin' up and down Broadway)
I was hungry (had an eye out for a swell cafe)
I was searchin' (he was soundin' for a bite to munch)
I found a spot (he took a table at the Merchants Lunch)
Oh the Merchants Lunch, it was an ocean of gloom
It looked like half past midnight in the afternoon

Down by the bar (a rat-faced manager was pouring suds)
For the boys (Trailways cowboys in their Good Will duds)
And the girls (a pride of peddle-pushin' pinball queens)
Chewin' gum (in sweaty combat at the Wizard machines)
But the queen of them all, lookin' big as a fort
Was Broadway Brenda and her derelict court

I ordered a blue plate special and peered out through the room
Just to see what kind of citizens inhabited this gloom
And the hapless visages I saw were innocent of cheer
Though mirthless laughter filled the air inspired by wine and beer

From these helpless accidents of Fortune's careless aim
Broadway Brenda rose upon her queen-sized six foot frame
I looked away to shun her eyes but I knew it was too late
A hand fell on my shoulder as my gaze fell on my plate
I looked her up and over (and she did the same to me)
Her teeth were green (as green as garden peas)
She shaped her hair (with dishpan fingertips)
An earthquake of excitement shook her Krakatoan hips
Her hands went to her bosom, a hush fell on the crew
An acre of Brenda lay exposed to view

These fevered words she whispered as I gazed upon the scene:
It's the custom here at Merchants Lunch to entertain the queen
I grabbed my hat (and in an instant he was on his feet)
I was sober as a judge down at the county seat
I kept my diesel up to 80 way past Baton Rouge
Made it back to Beaumont for the "Evening News"
I own a wide-load rig (he pays thousands in tax He's gonna keep it it Texas)-- I ain't leavin' for snacks
(He's a driving fool) the interstate belongs to me
But I'm never going back (into the state of Tennessee)
Oh the Merchants Lunch, it was an ocean of gloom
It looked like half past midnight in the afternoon.

[litl rooster]

sounds like maybe she should have   

mebbe she should be sing'n this one


{Two, three, four}

(woo-hoo, woo-hoo) [throughout the whole song]

Well my heart knows me better than I know myself
So I'm gonna let it do all the talking.
I came across a place in the middle of nowhere
With a big black horse and a cherry tree.

I felt a little fear upon my back
He said "Don't look back, just keep on walking."
When the big black horse said, "Hey lady!" {When the big black horse said, "Look this way"}
Said, "Look this way, will you marry me?" {Said, "Hey, lady, will you marry me?"}

But I said no, no, no, no-no-no
I said no, no, you're not the one for me
No, no, no, no-no-no
I said no, no, you're not the one for me

And my heart hit a problem, in the early hours,
So I stopped it dead for a beat or two.
But I cut some cord, and I shouldn't have done it,
And it won't forgive me after all these years

So I sent it to a place in the middle of nowhere
With a big black horse and a cherry tree.
Now it won't come back, 'cause it's oh so happy
And now I've got a hole for the world to see

And it said no, no, no, no-no-no
Said no, no, you're not the one for me
No, no, no, no-no-no-no
Said no, no, you're not the one for me

{Not the one for me}

Said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
You're not the one for me
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You're not the one for me

(do, do, do, do)

Well I was
Big black horse and a cherry tree
I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me
Big black horse and a cherry tree
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me
No, no, no, no
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me
No, no, no, no
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me
I can't quite get there cause my heart's forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me
(Big black horse and a cherry tree) I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me

[Delmonico]

All the talk of trains in the other thread made me did out some Guy Clark tunes.

I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, why has every well I've drilled gone dry?"

We were friends, me and this old man
We's like desperados waitin' for a train
Desperados waitin' for a train

He's a drifter, a driller of oil wells
He's an old school man of the world
He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives was like, some old Western movie
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
There was old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying 'bout their lives while they played
I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick"
Just like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
He's got brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well to me he was a hero of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Jus' like desperados waitin' for a train
Like a desperado waitin' for a train

The day 'fore he died I went to see him
I was grown and he was almost gone.
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang one more verse to that old song
(spoken) Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'

We're desperados waitin' for a train
Was like desperados waitin' for a train

[Delmonico]

And this one also.

Now bein' six years old, I had seen some trains before,
so it's hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for.

Trains are big and black and smokin' - steam screamin' at the wheels,
bigger than anything they is, at least that's the way she feels

Trains are big and black and smokin', louder'n July four,
but everybody's actin' like this might be somethin' more. . .

. . .than just pickin' up the mail, or the soldiers from the war.
This is somethin' that even old man Wileman never seen before.

And it's late afternoon on a hot Texas day.
somethin' strange is goin' on, and we's all in the way.

Well there's fifty or sixty people they're just sittin' on their cars,
and the old men left their dominos and they come down from the bars.

Everybody's checkin', old Jack Kittrel check his watch,
and us kids put our ears to the rails to hear 'em pop.

So we already knowed it, when they finally said 'train time'
you'd a-thought that Jesus Christ his-self was rollin' down the line.

'Cause things got real quiet, momma jerked me back,
But not before I'd got the chance to lay a nickel on the track.

Look out here she comes, she's comin',
Look out there she goes, she's gone,
screamin' straight through Texas
like a mad dog cyclone.

Big, red, and silver,
she don't make no smoke,
she's a fast-rollin' streamline
come to show the folks.

Look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone,
screamin' straight through Texas
like a mad dog cyclone.

. . .Lord, she never even stopped.

She left fifty or sixty people still sittin' on their cars,
and they're wonderin' what it's comin' to
and how it got this far.

Oh but me I got a nickel smashed flatter than a dime
by a mad dog, runaway red-silver streamline. . . train

Look out here she comes, she's comin',
Look out there she goes, she's gone,
screamin' straight through Texas
like a mad dog cyclone.

[Silver Creek Slim]

Dang, OT.  That sounds like she needs to file a restrainin' order.


I was listenin' to some ELO and thought this would be a good one to post:

Wish I was, yeah, a wild west hero.

Sometimes i look up high and then I think there might
just be a better life.
Away from all we know, that's where I wanna go,
out on the wild side
and I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.

Ride the range all the day till the first fading light,
be with my western girl round the fire, oh, so bright.
I'd be the Indians friend, let them live to be free,
ridin' into the sunset, I wish I could be.

I'd ride the desert sands and through the prairie lands,
try'n to do what's right.
The folks would come to me, they'd say, we need you here.
I'd stay there for the night.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.

Ride the range all the day till the first fading light,
be with my western girl round the fire, oh, so bright.
I'd be the Indians friend, let them live to be free,
ridin' into the sunset, I wish I could be.

Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Wish I was, o-o-oo-o-o-o-oo, a wild west hero.

Here's a video ta go along with the lyrics.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=RqCKcQ6fSl0

Slim

[Curley Cole]

Howdy the Fire

We are rapidly approaching the two year mark...I can't believe it has been 2 years...I haven't posted to this thread, and I will remedy that soon, I just noticed that John Stewart has passed....I also didn't know (or forgot) that he wrote Daydream Believer..

that doesn't have much to do with anything, except that Miz Lee would have commented on that, and probably quoted Daydream Believer immediately...

I am thinking of "You have to suffer to sing the Blues" by David Bromberg...I would write it down but I can't remember the words, and am at work..so, we just will have to think the song thru....

Peace to all
Curley

[Four-Eyed Buck]

Seeing your post, Curley, made me remember the date is coming up.......