Newbrassky

[Ozark Tracker]

thatin makes me cry,

homesick to see my favorite razorback hog

well dang me, dang me, they ought'a take a rope and hang me.

[Sod Buster]

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Author's note:  Trinity has been teachin' Del drinkin' songs again!

[Trinity]

*Hic* ?

[litl rooster]

authors note< Ironicly, yesterday was the anniversary of Roger Miller winning 5 Grammies( a record it's self) for those songs.

[Lucky Irish Tom]

He won 5 Grammies cause Trinity and Del wasn't singin em! 

[Ozark Tracker]

Back in the ancient times when I was in HIgh School (1968) our principal played music over  the intercom during breaks, at noon and before and after school.  He had grown up knowing Roger Miller and the principale's  1st cousin was Hoyt Axton, I think he had all their hits at tht time and we listened every day.

know all of them by heart.

[Trinity]

He won 5 Grammies cause Trinity and Del wasn't singin em! 

" Dail, ya got any more of that rope?  Ah got me a new use fer it."

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Don't know 'bout Del, but I gots a hundurt foot of new rope." 

[Trinity]

"Good!  That'll be plenty ta do what needs ta be done  ... an' make some beer an' spaycial ceegars tooo!"

[Marshal harpoluke]

 

They call it that old mountain dew, N them's that refuse it are few, mighty few,

I'll hush up my mug, it Ya fill up Ma jug, wit that good oll mountain dew.

[Sod Buster]

Easter is comin'.

What's for dinner??

LAMB!


Sod Buster loads up his rifle and goes to get one.

[Sod Buster]

After a short walk, he comes upon his prey:

[litl rooster]

Thru town and seen the sign in the winda, Say's Mint Jelly fer Sale...........Good on lamb and hides the smell of Sheep


<-------Buy's a jar of the mint exilier and a case of shells and heads out to meet the stranger that lives in the Soddy.  There's more Sheep that need kilt.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico is in the kitchen again, singin' and cookin' supper.

See the rain comin' down and the roof won't hold 'er
Lost my job and I feel a little older
Car won't run and our love's grown colder
But maybe things'll get a little better, in the mornin'
Maybe things'll get a little better.

Oh! the clothes need washin' and the fire won't start
Kids all cryin' and you're breakin' my heart
Whole darn place is fallin' apart
Maybe things'll get a little better, in the mornin'
Maybe things'll get a little better.

Work your fingers to the bone - whadda ya get?
( Whoo-whoo ) Boney Fingers - Boney Fing-gers.

Yea! I've been broke as long as I remember
Get a little money and I gotta run and spend 'er
When I try to save it, pretty woman come and take it
Sayin' maybe things'll get a little better, in the mornin'
Maybe things'll get a little better.

Work your fingers to the bone - whadda ya get?
( Whoo-whoo ) Boney Fingers - Boney Fing-gers

Yea! the grass won't grow and the sun's too hot
The whole darn world is goin' to pot
Might as well like it 'cause you're all that I've got
But, maybe things'll get a little better, in the mornin'
Maybe things'll get a little better.

Work your fingers to the bone - whadda ya get?
( Whoo-whoo ) Boney Fingers - Boney Fing-gers

[Sod Buster]

Sod Buster harvests enough to share with the Ranch with No Name:


He loads up his wagon and heads towards the ranch to share the bounty.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico looks at the load of sheep and starts plantin' the corn, three kernels and one dead sheep per hill.

[litl rooster]

litl' rooster heads back to town fer or Mint Jelly

[Delmonico]

Delmonico decides that he needs to check the herbs fer cookin' lamb.  He checks the cupboard and has the right ones.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Washes the ground with so many tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

[Delmonico]

Delmonico hollors, "The sheepherder is back!  Get ready for another of his cock-a-mamy excuses fer being a sheepherder and tryin' to get the sympathy of our readers.  But our readers know better than to believe a sheepherder."

[litl rooster]

Don't why he'd want to herd sheep, they don't live very long around here.  Must be too much lead in the water