Tired of singin' Kumbuya Part Deux

[Curley Cole]

Awrite Unk E.
They all seem to be ignorin' you so what did they have in common. I first heard Angel done by Bonnie Koloc, and then by Juice Newton, and of course I saw the Troggs do Wild Thing out here I think at the Whiskey.

cc

[Delmonico]

I ain't iggnoorin' just cain't remember although I think I've heard before.  Anyway could this song be 'bout Old Top and Curley Cole in a previous life?

Tying Knots In the Devil's Tail

Away up high in the Sierra Peaks,
Where the yellow pines stand tall,
Ol' Sandy Bob and Buster Jig
Had a rodeer camp last fall.
Oh, they taken their horses and running irons,
And maybe a dawg or two,
And they 'lowed they'd brand all the long eared calves,
That come within their view.

And any old long eared dogie that flapped long ears,
And didn't brush up by day,
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scortched,
In a most artistic way.
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob,
He throwed his soogun down,
"I'm sick of the smell of burnin' hair,
And I 'lows I'm a-going to town."

So they saddled up and hits a lope,
For it weren't no site of a ride,
And them was the days a Buckeroo
Could oil up his inside.
Oh, they starts her in at the Kentucky Bar,
At the head of Whisky Row,
And they winds up down by the Depot House,
Some forty drinks below.

They then sets up and turns around,
And goes her the other way,
And to tell you the Gawd-forsaken truth,
Them boys got stewed that day.
As they was a ridin' back to camp,
A packin' a pretty good load,
Who should they meet but the Devil himself,
A-prancin' down the road.

Says he, "You ornery cowboy skunks,
You'd better hunt your holes,
For I've come up from Hell's Rim Rock,
To gather in your souls."
Says Sandy Bob, "Old Devil be durned,
We boys is kinda tight,
But you aint a-goin' to gather no cowboy souls,
'Thout you has some kind of a fight."

So Sand Bob punched a hole in his rope,
And he swang her straight and true,
He lapped it on to the Devil's horns,
And he taken his dallies too.
Now Buster Jig was a riata man,
With his gut line coiled up neat,
So  he shaken her out an' he built him a loop,
And he lassoed the Devil's hind feet.


Oh, they stretched him out an' they tailed him down,
While the irons was a gettin' hot,
They cropped and swallow forked his ears,
Then they branded him up a lot.
They pruned him up with a de-hornin' saw
And they knotted his tail for a joke,
They then rode off and left him there,
Necked to a Black-Jack oak.

If you're ever up high in the Sierra Peaks,
And you hear one hell of a wail,
You'll know its the Devil a-bellerin' around,
About them knots in his tail.

I like Micheal Martin Murphey's verion where he uses the hammer dulcimer and other very tradtional instroooments on the track.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

I don't have a song tonight, though I could use one. What I do have is a picture for Curley.


AnnieLee

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[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

And here's another one.

[Uncle Eph]

Curley, Wild Thing and Angel of the Morning were both written by the same guy; Chip Taylor, for some reason that always cracks me up, I kinda of a vision of it being the same couple in both songs; his side of the story and hers.

first person I remember doing Angel was Merrilee Rush, used to see her and the Turnabouts at the local dances before they hit it big.

[Four-Eyed Buck]

Nice posies, Annie. Personal stock?..........Buck

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Aye, Buck, they're my "posies". I find that orchids do a lot to chase away the colorless winter doldrums. I got these a few weeks ago and am happy that I was able to get them safely home and still coax them into blooming for me. Usually blooms drop off when the plant is taken to a new environment.



AnnieLee

[Delmonico]

Suddenly Eugene the Jeep from the Popeye cartoons slips through Annie Lee's walls and eats all the orchids.   While Delmonico is laughin' about this latest clever mean cyber trick, he is hit up side the head by a cyber skillet going 50 fps and weighing 10 pounds. 

This ciphers out to 38.82 foot/pounds of cyber kinetic energy.

[Curley Cole]

Miz Lee
I could swear I left a post last nite about how pretty the "petunias" were. guess maybe I didn't hit the post button or something, which would explain my day and how it was goin....It is sunny here finally and that is good for the "Ritus Bros".

Today I repeated the music I was listening to yesterday on the way to work. Tom Jans and Mimi farina. their "hits" were " In the quiet morning" and "Letter to Jesus"

Hard to believe she is dead now too. (Old Top didn't know her husband Richard had died, and that was 1966, 'course, he was real busy that year, Old Top not the dead Richard.........)

curley, who admires Miz Lee's blooms................

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

< Hiding her brilliant, fresh from the dentist smile (No cavities, no gum disease, yay!) AnnieLee sneaks up behind Delmonico. >

!!!!!!ELLE KABONG!!!!!!

You don't mess with the orchids.

Thank you, Curley, sometimes the system eats our best intentions.



AnnieLee

[Forty Rod]

DON'T BE HITTING DEL IN THE HEAD...I ain't got my boots yet!

[Old Top]

Delmonico,

Thanks for the song, I thought that I sent that in to say thanks but evidently a cyber space shark got it

Old Top

[Delmonico]

Most knew him as the former Rodeo Champ that was famous for selling tapes out of the back of his car around rodeo's.  A popular Top 40 C&W musician mentioned him in a song in 1992 and he was able to crack the Top 40 a few times and get his name known.  Recently he had enough clout to start to get some of his music that went to the very roots of Western Music recorded. 

Sadly Cris LeDux passed on yesterday and Western Music lost one of the few living shining lights.  His loss is far greater than many who only listen to Top 40 C&W will ever realize.  I would say every Real Cowboy is out workin' cattle today with a tear in his eye.

This is the only thing I could come up with for him.

When the Works All Done This Fall

A group of jolly cowboys discussing plans at ease,
Says one: "I'll tell you something, if you will listen please;
I am an old cowpuncher and here I'm dressed in rags,
And I used to be a tough one and take on great big jags.

"But I have got a home, boys, a good one you all know;
Although I have not seen it since long, long ago.
I'm going back home, boys, once more to see them all;
Yes, I'm going to see my mother when the works all done this fall.

"When I left home, boys,  my mother for me cried,
Begged me not to go, boys, for me she would have died;
My mothers heart is breaking, breaking for me that's all
And with Gods help I'll see her when the works all done this fall.

That very night this cowboy went out to stand his guard;
The night was dark and cloudy, and storming very hard;
The cattle they got frightened, and rushed in wild stampede,
The cowboy tried to head them, riding at full speed.

While riding in the darkness so loudly he did shout,
Trying his best to beat them and turn the herd about;
His saddle horse did stumble, and on him did fall;
The poor boy won't see his mother when the works all done this fall.

They picked him up so gently and laid him on a bed;
His body was so mangled the boys all thought him dead;
He opened wide his blue eyes and looking all around,
He motioned to his comrades to sit near him on the ground.

"Boys, send my mother my wages, the wages I have earned,
For I am afraid, boys, my last steer I have turned.
I am headed for a new range, I hear my Master call,
And I'll not wee my mother when the works all done this fall.

"Fred, you take my saddle; George you take my bed;
Bill you take my pistol after I am dead.
And think upon me kindly when you look upon them all,
For I'll not see my mother when the works all done this fall."

Charlie was buried at sunrise, no tombstone at his head,
Nothing but a little board, and this is what it said:
"Charlie died at daybreak, he died from a fall,
And he'll not see his mother when the works all done this fall."

[Curley Cole]

Del
Well presented, A passed on cowboy will be proud.

My Uncle Ralph used to rodeo in his younger days, back when Slim Picken's was still rodeoin'  (ya Old Top, he's my other uncle, you see Top was my best friend til he married my aunt, and now he is my uncle, and my best friend.)
So now yall know some of the story of Curley and Top.......

Miz Lee,
I was just sure you were gonna bang me in the head for that "blooms" comment.....
curley (the master of the double entrande...and dang poor speller)

[Old Top]

Curly,

Maybe we should sing a few stanzas of I my own grandpa.

Old Top

[Delmonico]

I'd rather not, I have been lookin' at some of the family history from where most of the family settled when the came to Newbraskey, down in Johnson county.   Well the Carman's, the Hickey's, the Parrish's and the Hazen's all intro married through out the years.  My Dad's dad moved over to Ioway and married a Foster from the other side of the river and a bit north.  But then I realize there were a lot of Hickey's livin' right accross the river on the Newbrasskey side.

And now I find out my good friend Lone Gunman is related to me on both sides of the family.

I got's a CD at work that has that song on it, by the Bar J Wranglers out of Jackson Hole WY.  Their intro to the song, about researchin' the family tree and findin' out is nothin but a shrub is hilarious.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Del
Well presented, A passed on cowboy will be proud.

My Uncle Ralph used to rodeo in his younger days, back when Slim Picken's was still rodeoin'  (ya Old Top, he's my other uncle, you see Top was my best friend til he married my aunt, and now he is my uncle, and my best friend.)
So now yall know some of the story of Curley and Top.......

Miz Lee,
I was just sure you were gonna bang me in the head for that "blooms" comment.....
curley (the master of the double entrande...and dang poor speller)

Curley, you got a pass on the skillet because there wasn't any "er" in that word!



AnnieLee, I can see you, your brown skin shining in the sun....

[gophergrease]

If your Daddy is also your brother and uncle, do you have to make him three things for his birthday?

[Curley Cole]

Miz Lee
I don't have any new flower pix so thought would give you one of my California sunsets...

Curley  (the photographer extroadinare, and he still caint spell worth a dang)

[Curley Cole]

Some flowers along the way


Actually here are some I took when in Boston a couple of years ago, I was on a walk and they were growing on the side of the road that way...cool.

curley, the world traveler...