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

[Texas Lawdog]

It sounds to me that  young man may have visited one of our institutions of higher education in the Texas Department of Criminal Justice.

[Delmonico]

No youtube on that one, but I got ta hear it.  Reminds me of Chris Rea, I love that "deserty" sound with the slide electric and harmonica.  Thanks Del.

No problem, that part

I have walked through God's green pastures and seen the rich blue skies
I have seen the fall of man and the kingdom hidden from his eyes
I have heard the roar of thunder and felt the lightening bolt
And when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take along
Samuel Colt

is gonna become the ring tone for you folks.  Had to do a bit of redo, some I had are hard to hear for me, that one ain't.

[Leo Tanner]

It's a good album.  Called a friend who has it an grabbed it from him.  It's called Delerium Tremolos.  Last song on it is a James McMurtry tune slowed down a little.  I think he may have been a guest of yer state accomodations as well Pop.
     I deleated one verse cause...well because

Strap them kids in
Give em a lil bit of vodka
in a cherry coke
were goin to oklahoma
to the family reunion
for the first time in years
its up at uncle slatons
cuz hes gettin on in years
no longer travels but hes
still pretty spry
hes not much on talk
and hes too mean to die
and they'll be comin down
from kansas and west arkansas
it'll be one big old party
like you've never saw

uncle slaton's got his texan pride
back in the thickets with his asian bride
hes got an airstream trailer and a
holstein cow
still makes whiskey cuz he still knows how
plays that chocktaw bingo every friday night
you know he had to leave texas but he won't say why
he owns a quarter section up by lake ufalla
caught a great big ol bluecat on a driftin jugline
sells his hardwood timber to the chippin mill
cooks that crystal meth cuz his shine don't sell
he cooks that crystal meth cuz his shine don't sell
you know he likes that money, he don't mind the smell

my cousin roscoe, slaton's oldest boy
from his second marraige up in illinois
hes raised in east st louis by his
mammas people where they do things different
thought he'd come on down
hes goin to dallas texas in a semi truck
caught from that big mcdonalds
you know that one thats built up on that
big old bridge across the will rogers turnpike
took the big cabin exit stopped and bought a carton of cigarrets
at that indian smoke shop with the big neon smoke rings
and the cherokee nations hittin the skogee late that night
somebody ran the stoplight at the shawnee bypass
roscoe tried to miss him but he didn't quite

bob and mae come up from
some little town way down by
lake taxoma where he coaches football
they were two-A champions for two years running
but he says they wont be this year
not they wont be this year
and he stopped off in tuska at the pop knife and gun place
bought a sks rifle and a couple full cases of that steel core ammo
with the beardam primers from some east bloc nation
that no longer needs em
and a desert eagle thats one great big old pistol
i mean fifty caliber made by bad-ass ebers
and some surplus tracers for that old BAR
of slatons as soon as it gets dark
were gonna have us a time
were gonna have us a time

ruth-anne and lynn come from baxter springs
thats one hell-raisin town way down in
southeastern kansas
got a biger bar next to the lingerie store
thats got rollin stones lips up there in
bright pink neon
and they're right downtown where everyone can see em
and they burn all night
you know they burn all night
they burn all night

Uncle slaton's got his texan pride
back in the thickets with his asian bride
hes got a corner pasture and an acre lots
he sells them owner financed strictly to them
its got no kind of credit
cause he knows they're slackers
and they'll miss that payment
and he'll take it back
plays that choctaw bingo
every friday night
he drinks his johnny walker
at that club 69
were gonna strap those kinds in
give em a lil bit of vinadryll
were gonna have us a time
were gonna have us a time

[Ozark Tracker]

well whoever wrote it, has been to Oklahoma a time or 2,  a lot of the references he uses are sure nuff places, when I lived there in Muskogee, I was'nt a quarter mile from the Shawnee bypass and that lake Eufaula is where you go to catch them big blue catfish.  and a whole lot of the others I recognize. 

[Delmonico]

well whoever wrote it, has been to Oklahoma a time or 2,  a lot of the references he uses are sure nuff places, when I lived there in Muskogee, I was'nt a quarter mile from the Shawnee bypass and that lake Eufaula is where you go to catch them big blue catfish.  and a whole lot of the others I recognize. 

Born in OK, raised in TX.

Here's a bio on him from his website.  Saw him in 1978, one of the best concerts I've ever been to.

http://raywylie.com/bio.htm

[Delmonico]

BTW he wrote and did the version of London Homesick Blues they used to use on the opening of Austin City Limits.  He also wrote "Up Against the Wall Redneck Mother."

[Leo Tanner]

Well it appears I got that one backwards.  Can't find anythin about anyone but McMurtry doin Chocktaw Bingo.  Shoulda known better.

[Delmonico]

I was wrong, Gary P. Nunn wrote London Homesick Blues.     Gary P. Nunn, Steve Goodman, Guy Clark, Jerry Jeff and a bunch of others hung around together a lot, Also Steve Ray Vaughn.



Well, when you're down on your luck,
and you ain't got a buck,
in London you're a goner.
Even London Bridge has fallen down,
and moved to Arizona,
now I know why.
And I'll substantiate the rumor that the English sense of humor
is drier than than the Texas sand.
You can put up your dukes, and you can bet your boots
that I'm leavin' just as fast as I can.

I wanna go home with the arma [Am] dillo
Good country music from Ama rillo and Abi lene
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever
seen.


Well, it's cold over here, and I swear
I wish they'd turn the heat on.
And where in the world is that English girl
I promised I would meet on the third floor.
And of the whole damn lot, the only friend I've got
is a smoke and a cheap guitar.
My mind keeps roamin', my heart keeps longin'
to be home in a Texas bar.

I wanna go home with the arma [Am] dillo
Good country music from Ama rillo and Abi lene
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever
seen.

Well, I decided that I'd get my cowboy hat
and go down to Marble Arch Station.
'Cause when a Texan fancies, he'll take his chances.
Chances will be taken, that's for sure.
And them Limey eyes, they were eyein' the prize
that some people call manly footwear.
And they said you're from down South,
and when you open your mouth,
you always seem to put your foot there.

I wanna go home with the arma [Am] dillo
Good country music from Ama rillo and Abi lene
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever
seen.

Repeat chorus 'til the cows come home

[Ozark Tracker]

liked that London Homesick Blues since the viery first time I heard it,  had to go out and buy it on tape.  

you'd have to hunt hard nodays for an Indian Bingo hall,  since they passed the gamin bills over in Oklahoma, all they got is slot machines and poker, no more Bingo.  we go the Chotaw Casino across the line from Ft. Smith sometimes other times to the Cherokee Casino over by Sallisaw.

[Delmonico]

Hubbard got another really good song I like, but can't scare up the lyrics, called West Texas Dance Band, got a line about doing one by Jerry Jeff Walker, but that's ok, he does some of mine.

[Delmonico]

Here is another one JJW did that I love, was on the last record he made in NY, can't 'member the name, but I saw him on TV one time talkin' 'bout it, lets just say there were problems and the last two songs were fought over to get them on, said to have been made up after the problems oh-curd.  Part of it involved Jesse Winchester, see that was before Jimmy Carter was pez and the record company wouldn't pay for a session in Canada, and Jerry Jeff wouldn't do Mississippi on my Mind with out Jesse, so Jesse was snuck into the NY studio.

Can't 'member the name of the record right now, but have a 33 of it.

Bob Livingston/Gary P. Nunn

Got my irons in the fire down in Texas
Got a toe hold in Tennessee
Got my foot in the door of that California Store
Now I'm up to my ears in me

Don't be concerned if the song sounds familiar
Don't be concerned if it all seems the same
Just be concerned that your policies will kill you
It's all just public domain

I took a bite of the Big Apple
And I dabbled in that forbidden fruit
No they promised me points
And they slipped me skinny joints
And I've yet to see me any loot
From that man in the high-heeled Gucci shoes

Don't be concerned if the song sounds familiar
Don't be concerned if it all seems the same
Just be concerned that your policies will kill you
It's all just public domain

I sang in the Red River Valley
I've drank with the whores in Santa Fe
Yeah, I ran with the snuff queens in Dallas
Like I ran from Snow White in L.A.
Now I've broken all my vows to Demolay

Don't be concerned if the song sounds familiar
Don't be concerned if it all seems the same
Just be concerned that your policies will kill you
And it's all just public domain
It makes sense to get into the rain

The other song I will clean up a bit.



Peein' in the wind, bettin' on a losing friend
Makin' the same mistakes, we swore we'd never make again
And we're peein' in the wind, but it's blowing on all our friends
We're gonna sit and grin and tell our grandchildren

About the time I called this Guy it was four in the morning
Teach me the words to the song I was humming

He just laughed and he said that the ole grey cat is sneakin' down the hall
But all he wants to know is who in the hell is paying for the call

Peein' in the wind, bettin' on a losing friend
Makin' the same mistakes, we swore we'd never make again
And we're peein' in the wind, but it's blowing on all our friends
We're gonna sit and grin and tell our grandchildren


Now this Nunn called me up, it was eight in the morning
Wanted to know how in the world am I doin'
He just laughed and he said get together boy, and fall on by the house
Some Gonzo buddies would like to play anything your's picking now

Peein' in the wind, bettin' on a losing friend
Makin' the same mistakes, we swore we'd never make again
And we're peein' in the wind, but it's blowing on all our friends
We're gonna sit and grin and tell our grandchildren


Now we worked and we suffered and struggled
Makin' our record till we got it right
Now we're waiting on the check to come sneaking down the hall
Like that old time feeling
That we never should have ever put the record out at all

Peein' in the wind, bettin' on a losing friend
Makin' the same mistakes, we swore we'd never make again
And we're peein' in the wind, but it's blowing on all our friends
We're gonna sit and grin and tell our grandchildren


That the answer my friend is just peein' in the wind
The answer is peein' in the sink


They don't say "peein' on the record.

[Texas Lawdog]

I never paid much attention to Jerry Jeff until I heard "Viva Terlingua" album.  "Up Against Tha Wall" became my theme song.

[Texas Lawdog]

I still have an 8-track of the album tucked away  somewhere.

[litl rooster]

"Walkers collectibles"  1975/76

[Texas Lawdog]

In another Galaxie 500, far far away!

[Delmonico]

Since on this day in 1945 the flag was raised over Iwo Jima, I thought it would be good to post this, Writen by Bob Dylan, made famous by Johnny Cash:

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped

Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war


There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Ira Hayes returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no home, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!

He died drunk early one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died

[Leo Tanner]

I'll take Cash over Dillon ta honor the man.

[Texas Lawdog]

Another one that Cash did is near and dear to my heart and most Texans.  "The Ballad of the Alamo".

[Ozark Tracker]

but the one we all learned it from was Fez Parker,

Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!

In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose, addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes
Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows, so he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!

Off through the woods he's a marchin' along, makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song
Itchin' fer fightin' an' rightin' a wrong, he's ringy as a b'ar an' twic't as strong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the buckskin buccaneer!

Andy Jackson is our gen'ral's name, his reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame
Them redskin varmints us Volunteers'll tame, 'cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim
Davy, Davy Crockett, the champion of us all!

Headed back to war from the ol' home place, but Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase
Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace, south to the swamps on the Florida Trace
Davy, Davy Crockett, trackin' the redskins down!

Fought single-handed through the Injun War, till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store
An' while he was handlin' this risky chore, made hisself a legend for evermore
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!

He give his word an' he give his hand, that his Injun friends could keep their land
An' the rest of his life he took the stand, that justice was due every redskin band
Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his promise dear!

Home fer the winter with his family, happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree
Bein' the father he wanted to be, close to his boys as the pod an' the pea
Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his young'uns dear!

But the ice went out an' the warm winds came, an' the meltin' snow showed tracks of game
An' the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flame, an' all of a sudden life got too tame
Davy, Davy Crockett, headin' on West again!

Off through the woods we're ridin' along, makin' up yarns an' singin' a song
He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong, an' knows he's right 'cause he ain' often wrong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!

Lookin' fer a place where the air smells clean, where the trees is tall an' the grass is green
Where the fish is fat in an untouched stream, an' the teemin' woods is a hunter's dream
Davy, Davy Crockett, lookin' fer Paradise!

Now he's lost his love an' his grief was gall, in his heart he wanted to leave it all
An' lose himself in the forests tall, but he answered instead his country's call
Davy, Davy Crockett, beginnin' his campaign!

Needin' his help they didn't vote blind, They put in Davy 'cause he was their kind
Sent up to Nashville the best they could find, a fightin' spirit an' a thinkin' mind
Davy, Davy Crockett, choice of the whole frontier!

The votes were counted an' he won hands down, so they sent him off to Washin'ton town
With his best dress suit still his buckskins brown, a livin' legend of growin' renown
Davy, Davy Crockett, the Canebrake Congressman!

He went off to Congress an' served a spell, fixin' up the Govern'ments an' laws as well
Took over Washin'ton so we heered tell, an' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!

Him an' his jokes travelled all through the land, an' his speeches made him friends to beat the band
His politickin' was their favorite brand, an' everyone wanted to shake his hand
Davy, Davy Crockett, helpin' his legend grow!

He knew when he spoke he sounded the knell, of his hopes for White House an' fame as well
But he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tell, an' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!

When he come home his politickin' done, the western march had just begun
So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun, an' lit out grinnin' to follow the sun
Davy, Davy Crockett, leadin' the pioneer!

He heard of Houston an' Austin so, to the Texas plains he jest had to go
Where freedom was fightin' another foe, an' they needed him at the Alamo
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!

His land is biggest an' his land is best, from grassy plains to the mountain crest
He's ahead of us all meetin' the test, followin' his legend into the West
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!

[Texas Lawdog]

I still have my white milkglass hot chocolate mug with Davy Crockett's picture on it.