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

[Delmonico]

Some Ed Bruce:

This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost

He rides a feed lot and clerks in a market on weekends selling tobacco and beer
His dreams of tomorrow surrounded by fences
But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here
He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark
And eyeball to eyeball Ol' Wyatt backed down
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas
And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down
This is the last cowboy song...

Remington showed us how he looked on canvas
And Louie L'Amore has told us his tale
And Willie and Waylon and me sing about him
And wish to God we could have ridden his trail

The Old Chisholm Trail is covered in concrete now
And they truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs
They blow by his market never slowing to reason
Like living and dying was all he did
This is the last cowboy song...
This is the last cowboy song...
[ guitar ]
This is the last cowboy song...

[Delmonico]

And a couple by Cowboy Junkies, not well know but durn good.

Mining for Gold

We are miners, hard rock miners
To the shaft house we must go
Pour your bottles on our shoulders
We are marching to the slow

On the line boys, on the line boys
Drill your holes and stand in line
'til the shift boss comes to tell you
You must drill her out on top

Can't you feel the rock dust in your lungs?
It'll cut down a miner when he is still young
Two years and the silicosis takes hold
and I feel like I'm dying from mining for gold

Yes, I feel like I'm dying from mining for gold

Misguided Angel

I said "Mama, he's crazy and he scares me
But I want him by my side
though he's wild and he's bad
and sometimes just plain mad
I need him to keep me satisfied"

I said "Papa, don't cry cause it's alright
And I see you in some of his ways
Though he might not give me the life that you wanted
I'll love him the rest of my days"

Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer, black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead

I said "Brother, you speak to me of passion
You said never to settle for nothing less
Well, it's in the way he walks,
it's in the way he talks
His smile, his anger and his kisses"

I said "Sister, don't you understand?
He's all I ever wanted in a man
I'm tired of sittin' around the T.V. every night
Hoping I'm finding a Mr. Right"

Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer
Black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead

He says "Baby, don't listen to what they say
There comes a time when you have to break away"
He says "Baby there are things we all cling to all our life
It's time to let them go and become my wife"

Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer
Black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead

[Delmonico]

And some Townes Van Zant.  Couple other covers of this, but his is the best.

Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That's the way it goes

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
Now he's growing old

A few gray federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness I suppose

[Delmonico]

And some Guy Clark:

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

[Leo Tanner]

Wow Del
     You should a got DJ pay fer that set.  Hell, station manager is more like it.  Great play list.  I liked Waylon an Willies Poncho an Lefy.  Er was that Merle with him that time?
     Remeber the Cowboy Junkies from 92 or so, loved em, wonder what happened sometimes.  They actualy got play on MTV and Saturday Night Live.


Leo

[Tensleep]

Ridin'

There's some that like the city grass that's curried smooth and green
Theaters, stranglin collars waggons run by gasoline
For me it's horse and saddle every day without a change
And the desert's suns a blazing on a hundred miles of range
Ridin' Ridin' desert ripplin in the sun
Mountains blue along the skyline
Who could envy anyone when we're ridin'

When my feet is in the stirrups and my horse is on the bust
And his hooves a flashin lightnin from a cloud of golden dust
And the bawl-in of the cattle is a come-in down the wind
Then a finer life than riden' would be mighty hard to find

Ridin' Ridin' splitn long cracks through the air
Stirrin up a baby cyclone rippin up the prickly pear
When we're ridin'

Don't need no art exhibits when the sunset does her best
Painting everlasting glory on the mountains to the west
And your opry looks so foolish as the night-bird starts his tune
And the deserts silver mounted by the touches of the moon

Ridin' Ridin'
Who could envy kings and czars
When the coyotes down the valley their singin to the stars
When we're ridin'

When my earthly trail is ended and my final bacon curled
And the last great roundups finished at the home ranch of the world
Don't want no harps nor halos robes nor other dressed up things
Just ride those starry ranges on a pinto horse with wings


Ridin' Ridin' nothin I like half so well
As a roundin up the sinners that have wandered out of hell
When we're ridin'

Ridin' Ridin' desert ripplin in the sun
Mountains blue along the skyline
Who could envy anyone when we're ridin'

[Tensleep]

'Nother good un!

Now, the old Double Diamond lay out east of Dubois
In the land of the buffalo
And the auctioneer's gavel, how it rapped and it rattled
As I watched the old Double Diamond go
Won't you listen to the wind
Mother Nature's violin
When I first hired on the old Double Diamond
I was a dammed poor excuse for a man
I never learned how to aim when the spirit was tame
Couldn't see all the cards in my hand
And the wind whipped the granite above me
Blew the tumble weeds clean through my soul

Well I fought her winters and I busted her horses
And I took more than I thought I could stand
But the battles with the mountains and cattle
Seemed to bring out the best in a man
I guess a sailor, he needs an ocean
And a mama, her babies to hold
I need the hills of Wyoming
In the land of the buffalo

Now shes sellin' out, I'm movin' on
But I'm leavin' with more than I came
'Caus I've got this saddle and it ain't for sale
And I got this song to sing
Find a new range to ride, new knots to tie
In a country where cowboys are king
I turn my tail to the wind and the old Double Diamond
Disappeared into the sage

[Delmonico]

Good one sleep, the CD player chose that one 'bout an hour ago.  I know it's rough havin' nearly 100 Western CD's in the player at work that you are forced to play, but I can handle it, any requests?

The Double Diamond ain't played in a couple days that I've heard.

[Tensleep]

'Nother from Ian Tyson 

We were having a drink at Stockman's,
Listenin' to the guitars ring.
Jesse said "You know,they sold the M.C. horses."
"I'll be damned.When was that?" I hadn't heard a thing.
"Back in August--100 head and more."

Yeah, the people they come from everywhere
Just to bid on 'em high and low
And thereby own a piece of the legend.
With the cow herd all dispersed the old cavvy she had to go.
Back in August--100 head and more.

Chorus:
So come on boy, run 'em in. We're gonna let this sale begin.
Last of the big remudas of the mightly M.C.
There's horses here for everyone.
Saddle 'em kids let's get her done.
By the time that Oregon sun goes down
This outfit's history--this outfit's history.

So the M.C. crew they rode 'em all
And the people all gathered 'round.
One ol' boy gave two grand for Banjo.
Banjo took his trailer apart
When he tired to load him up for town
Back in August-- 100 head and more.

If you ever have beer at the Aydell Store
Say hi to Chuck and Annie.
They'll show you them big ol' steer heads up there hangin'.
When you ask where have they gone?
Hell, they're gone like the M.C. cavvy
Back in August--100 head and more.

Repeat Chorus

We were having a drink at Stockman's
Way out on the sagebrush sea.
Jesse said "You know, they sold the M.C. horses."

[Tensleep]

More Ian Tyson 

If I could roll back the years
Back when I was young and limber
Loose as ashes in the wind I had no irons in the fire
I could ride them wild young broncos
The adrenaline came quickly
And Juanita down at Mona's
Was my only hearts desire
We were living for the moment
And the sunlight on my silver bits
The ringing of my jinglebobs
Was the music of my soul

In the alley back of Mona's I held Juanita in the shadows
How we held on to each other
And the lovin' that we stole
And the sighing of the pines
Up here near the timberline
Makes me wish I'd done things different
Oh, but wishing don't make it so
Oh the time has passed so quick
The years all run together now
Did I hold Juanita yesterday
Was it fifty years ago

If I would have quit them broncos
She might have quit that business
But that was back in the fast days
You know before the wire
I bet I could still find her
Bet she's still as pretty
As when she's Juanita down at Mona's
And my only heart's desire

[Tensleep]

Ian again

There's this place we're gonna ride
Up where the rimrod meets the night
We'll go hand in hand
Ridin' through the purple star light
And the coyote on the wind
Sends his lonely lover's call
We'll hold each other close
In the wonder of it all

The golden west has come and gone
Right before our very eyes
But they will never count the stars
And they will never fence the skies
All i know is i love you
And i won't let you fall
We're rollin' down the milky way

Into the wonder of it all

Bridge:

Life gets harder every day
And sometimes it seems the dream almost dies
But love will find a way
It will show us the way through the canyons of the stars
And the endless midnight sky
Come on girl we're gonna ride
Where the rimrod meets the night
We'll go hand in hand
Ridin' through the purple starlight
And the coyote on the wind
Sends his lonely lover's call
We'll hold each other close
In the wonder of it all
We'll hold each other close
In the wonder of it all

[Delmonico]

Now ya did it Sleep, I took over and took it off random, got Ian on for the next hour.

[Tensleep]

This one from MMM is kinda special for me an' a few others

There's a lost river that flows
In a valley where no on e goes,
Where the wild water's rush
Rumbles deep in the hush.

Gone far from there now,
Lord I'll be back somehow
To where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines

Oh, lost river, now I'm coming back
To the pot-belly stove, where the firewood's all stacked
Oh quebec girl, go with me,
Oh my bell, my fleur de lis,
Where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines

Now every body knows
Where that lost river flows
It's someplace he's lost
Behind bridges that he's crossed

Well, he'd like to return,
But his bridges are all burned
And he's much too far down
To return to higher ground

Oh, lost river, now I'm coming back
To the pot-belly stove, where the firewood's all stacked
Oh quebec girl, go with me,
Oh my bell, my fleur de lis,
Where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines

Oh lost river, far over ther ridge
Now is it too late for me to build me a new bridge?
To the bright golden time
When her love was still mine
And the world was still wild
Like the heart of a child

Oh, lost river, now I'm coming back
To the pot-belly stove, where the firewood's all stacked
Oh quebec girl, go with me,
Oh my bell, my fleur de lis,
Where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines

Where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines  

[Tensleep]

Now ya did it Sleep, I took over and took it off random, got Ian on for the next hour.

[Delmonico]

Irivin Berlin is a 100 years today, 

[Delmonico]

This will play just before close, I got "All the Good Un's" on now:

In old St. Louis over in Missouri
The Mighty Mississippi it rolls and flows
A son was born to Mary Russell
And it starts the legend every cowboy knows

Young kid Russell he was born to wander
Ever westward he was bound to roam
Just a kid of sixteen in 1880
Up in wild Montana he found his home

God made Montana for the wild man
For the Peigon and Sioux and Crow
But He saved his greatest gift for Charlie
Said get her all down before she goes---Charlie
You gotta get her all down cause she's bound to go

God hung the stars over Judith Basin
God put the magic in yound Charlie's hand
All was seen and all remembered
Every shining mountain every longhorn brand

He could paint the light on horsehide shining
Great passing herds of the buffalo
And a cowcamp cold on a rainy morning
And the twisting wrist of the Houlihan throw
God made Montana for the wild man
For the Peigon and Sioux and Crow
But He saved his greatest gift for Charlie
Said get her all down before she goes---Charlie
You gotta get her all down cause she's bound to go

When the Lord called Charlie to His home up yonder
He said Kid Russell I got a job for you
You're in charge of sunsets in old Montana
Cause I can't paint them quite as good as you
And when you're done---we'll go out and have a few
And Nancy Russell will make sure it's just two

God made Montana for the wild man
For the Peigon and Sioux and Crow
But He saved his greatest gift for Charlie
Said get her all down before she goes---Charlie
You gotta get her all down cause she's bound to go

[Texas Lawdog]

Del is playing that good Cowboy music!

[Delmonico]

Del is playing that good Cowboy music!

The only time my Dept has anything else is when there is very severe weather, then I change to the radio, but might not even do that again.  Last bad storm the stupid radio took calls from the public that said there were tornaders on the ground in Lincoln, t'was pure BS.  Both major station groups did it, said the one was just south of us, if it was I could have seen it.

Poed me to know end since the boss put me in charge of deciding when to lock the one open door and send everyone to shelter.

(Rant off)

[shieldsmt]

Ah, some Rob Quist w/ Great Northern out of Kalispell, MT...Kid Russell, great stuff, glad to see it pushing past the Big Sky borders.

[Texas Lawdog]

I kinda like the Sons of the San Jaquin. I like Riders in the Sky too.