Tired of singin' Kumbuya Part Deux

[Old Top]

Curly,

That is why we stole the phrase "No more drinks for the dawarf"   

Old Top

[Curley Cole]

Top,
At the rate we are going we will be doing the "Gay Ranchero" bit...

(that really sounds bad, guess people have to follow the Kingston Trio to know what we are refering to...)

"Show me a cowboy that rides side saddle..........."

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[Curley Cole]

THE DRAGON

"....The dragon has a LARGE body, 4 nostrils and  thousands of tiny ...feet??...."

bring back any memories?
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[Old Top]

Curly,

No but you can Puff out a few more lines.   

Old Top

[Delmonico]

I got a funny feelin' yer both Bozos on this bus.

[Curley Cole]

I have been listening to PPand M's live concert album and some of the intro stuff by Paul Stookey is priceless. We were refering to his intro to Puff the Magic Dragon.
He also does a bit about cars...with sound effects. the Austin Healey Sprite trying desperately to catch up with the rest of the volkswagens in the pack is a hoot, then they sing Take Me for a Ride, and Mary solos with (in very sexy voice)

Take me for a ride in your car-car
Take me for a ride in your car-car
Take me for a ride in your car-cr
Take me for a ride in 3.4liter Ferrari, with twin overhead cams and duel port verturi carburators.....

guess ya had to be there................

Me and Top will be in the back of the bus if ya needs us...<g>
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[Delmonico]

This song was written by that well known song writer, Mr. Public Domain.  It was first recorded in about 1930 by a couple a fellas by the name of Martin and Roberts.  Don Edwards does a good cover of it.


I'd like to be in Texas

In the lobby of a big hotel, in New York town one day,
Sat a bunch of fellers tellin' yarns to pass the time away.
They told of places they had been and different things they'd seen.
Some preferred Chicago town and others New Orleans.

In a corner, in an old arm chair, sat a man whose hair was gray.
He listened to them eagerly, to what they had to say.
They asked him where he'd like to be and his clear old voice did ring.
I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring.

(chorus)

I can see the cattle grazing o'er the hills at early morn;
I can see the campfire smoking at the breaking of the dawn.
I can hear the broncos neighing, I can hear the cowboys sing
I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring.

They sat and listened carefully to what he had to say
For they new the old man sitting there had been a top hand in his day.
They asked him for a story of his life out on the plains,
Slowly he removed his hat and quietly began.

"I've seen 'em stampede over hills till you'd think they'd never stop,
I've seen 'em run for miles and miles until their leader dropped,
I was Forman on a  cow ranch, the callin of a king.
I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring.

[Curley Cole]

I've heard the Edwards cover, very good.
I need to get some of his stuff...
so much music, so little money
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[Russ T Chambers]

Don't mean to interrupt, but after watching the Duke last night, I can't get this one out of my head.  Didn't serve, but appreciate those that had to.     

http://www.brownielocks.com/balladofthegreenberetsWAVE.html

[Curley Cole]

Ain't no interruption, our trains of thought derail on a regular basis...(I also didn't serve, they didn't want me, but as you say I do appriciate them that did, that includes you "Old Top")

wonder what ever happened to Sgt Barry Sadler?

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[Delmonico]

He died back sometime in the late 80's I belive.  I ain't sure but if I remember right it was cancer of the liver.

[Old Top]

Del,

He was a writer for a while I know he died in Mexico but I do not know from what.  Curly I never got one of them green benies but I did train and work with them, group of real interesting people at that time they were the American version of the French Forign Leigon

[Delmonico]

Here's another one I like.Zebra Dun

We was camped on the plains at the head of the Cimmaron
When along comes a stranger and stopped to argue some,
Well he looked so very foolish when he begun to look around
For he seemed just like a greenhorn just escaped from town.

We asked him had he been to chuck, he said he hadn't a smear,
So we opened up the chuckbox and said he could eat right here,
Well he filled up on some coffee and some biscuits and some beans And started right in talking about the foreign kings and queens.  

All about the foreign wars on the land and on the seas
With guns as big as steers, and ramrods big as trees.
About a feller named Paul Jones, a fightin' son of a gun
A fighter and the grittiest cuss that ever packed a gun.

Such an educated feller, his thoughts just come in herds,
He astonished all them cowboys with his highfalutin' words
Well the stranger kept on talkin' till the boys they all got sick
And begun to look around to see if they could play a trick.  

Well, he said he'd lost his job up on the Santa Fe
He was goin' 'cross the plains to for to hit the Seven D;
He didn't say how come it, just some trouble with the boss
But asked if he could borrow a fat saddle horse.  

Well, this tickled all the boys to death, we laughed way down our sleeves
We said we'd give him a fine horse, as fresh and fat as you please.
So Shorty grabbed his lariat and he roped the Zebra Dun
And we give him to the stranger and waited for the fun.  

Now old Dunny was an outlaw, he'd grown so awful wild
He could paw the moon down, he could jump a mile;
Old Dunny stood right still there, like as he didn't know
Till the stranger had him saddled and ready for to go.  

When the stranger hit the saddle, then old Dun he quit the earth,
And started travelin' upwards for all that he was worth,
A-yellin' and a-squealin' and a-having wall-eyed fits
His front feet perpendicular, his hind feet in the bits.  

We could see the tops of mountains under Dunny every jump
But the stranger he was glued there just like the camel's hump;
The stranger he just sat there, and twirled his black moustache,
Just like a summer boarder waitin' for the hash.  

Well he thumped him in the shoulders and he spun him when he whirled,
And hollered to them cowboys, "I'm the wolf of the world!"
And when he had dismounted and once more upon the ground,
We knew he was a thoroughbred and not a dud from town.  

The boss he was a-standin' there just watchin' of the show
Walked over to the stranger and said, "You needn't go.
If you can use a lariat like you rode old Zebra Dun
You're the man I've been looking for since the Year of One!"  

And when the herd stampeded he was always on the spot,
And set them off to nothing, like the boiling of a pot.
Well, there's one thing and a shore thing I've learned since I've been born
Every educated feller ain't a plumb greenhorn.

[Old Top]

Delmonico,

Very good enjoyed it

Old Top

[Delmonico]

That is one of my favoirte Cowboy songs.  The tune is the Irish tune "Gentleman Soldier"  a song the was slightly rearranged in the 1960's by Johnny Horton and used in the tune "Sink the Bismark"  so you almost want to dance to it.  I've seen little kids come into the shop and dance to it when it is playing.

My image of the stranger is a fella in a short town coat, black maybe and a matching striped pants and vest, lace up boots and a derby.

[Curley Cole]

Del

Excellent choice of tune, I too enjoyed it...
curley

[Curley Cole]

Here is one of my all time sad songs:

They all said Louise was not half bad
it was written on the walls and window shades
and how she'd act the little girl
the deceiver, don't believe her that's her trade

Some times a bottle of perfume
flowers and maybe some lace
men brought Louise 10 cent trinkets
thier intentions were easily traced

Ah, and everybody thought it kinda sad
when they found Louise in her room
they'd all put her down below their kind
still some cried when she died this afternoon

Loiuse rode home on the mail train
somewhere to the south I heard them say

Too bad it ended so ugly
too bad she had to go that way
But the wind is blowin cold tonight
good night Louise, Good night......

..and the wind is blowin and it is raining to bead the band tonight....hope we don't float away....
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[Curley Cole]

Okay, guess we finally sang all the songs...................
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[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

You know better than that, Curley, you just hit an area where I am ignorant so I've been watching and listening!



AnnieLee

[Uncle Eph]

Hey Curley, ain't that a old Leo Kottke (sp?) song?