You make a right at the stump with the barbed wire in it,
Where the old church used to be.
Then a mile mad curve on the gravel,
Gonna throw you right off the road into Choctaw Creek.
There’s a one-lane bridge, just keep it in the middle,
Pretty soon that road’s gonna end.
Welcome to Ray Ray’s Juke Joint down in the holler:
Y’all come back again.
She played tambourine with a silver jingle,
And she must have known the words to at least a million tunes.
But the one most requested by the man she knew as “Cowboy”
Was the late-night benediction at the Y’all Come Back Saloon.
-“BB”-
When the gunsmoke settled
We’ll sing a victory tune
And we’ll all meet back at the local Saloon
And we’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces,
Singing,
Whiskey for my men and beer for my horses…
Raise your glass,
Aim your rifles high,
I’ve had a dream; I’ve seen we three should have no fear at all.
You’ll die in Kenora, Billy;
You, Jim, in Winnipeg;
And I will end my days in Montreal.
O Canada! Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all of us command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise, The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
Think I’ll go out to Alberta, weather’s good there in the fall,
I got some friends that I could go to working for.
Still I wish you’d change your mind,
If I asked you one more time,
But we’ve been through this a hundred times or more.
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high,
All those things that don’t change, come what may…
I wish you could meet my girlfriend,
My girlfriend who lives in Canada.
She couldn’t be sweeter,
I wish you could meet her,
My girlfriend who lives in Canada.
Her name is Alberta, she lives in Vancouver,
She cooks like my mother, and sucks like a Hoover.
I e-mail her every single day,
Just to make sure that everything’s okay.
It’s a pity she lives so far away
In Canada!
-“BB”-
Take a look at my girlfriend,
She’s the only one I got.
Not much of a girlfriend,
Never seem to get a lot.
Take a jumbo across the water,
Like to see America…
She’s my best friend’s girl
She’s my best friend’s girl
But she used to be mine
Oh, I wish I had Jesse’s girl,
Jesse’s girl,
Where can’t I find a woman like that
Like Jesse’s girl…
Double post
Spoons, can you provide a link to this song, out on the board?
It’s a very haunting song. Many people here would love it.
Thx for posting a snippet of the lyric.
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Oh mother, say a prayer for me
Jesse’s back in town, it won’t be easy
Don’t let him near me
Don’t let him touch me
Don’t let him please me
Jesse, I won’t cut fresh flowers for you
Jesse, I won’t make the wine cold for you
Jesse, I won’t change the sheets for you
I won’t put on cologne
I won’t sit by the phone for you
Happy to oblige, Beck. Folks, here is “Vimy” by a band called Tanglefoot:
Following along from Kent’s entry:
The moment I wake up,
Before I put on my makeup,
I say a little prayer for you.
While combing my hair, now,
And wondering what dress to wear, now,
I say a little prayer for you.
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
And the gamblin’ commissioner’s hangin’ on by the skin of his teeth.
Everything dies, baby that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic city.
Go and fix your make-up girl
It’s just a break-up
Run an’ hide your crazy and start acting like a lady…
'Cause I raised you better
Gotta keep it together even when you fall apart…
All my friends had to ask me
Something they didn’t understand;
How I get all the women
In the palm of my hand.
I told them “Treat her like a lady,
Do the best you can do.
You gotta treat her like a lady,
And she’ll give in to you.”
-“BB”-
Well, she’s all you’d ever want,
She’s the kind I like to flaunt and take to dinner.
But she always knows her place,
She’s got style, she’s got grace, she’s a winner.
She’s a lady,
Oh, whoa, whoa, she’s a lady,
Talkin’ about that little lady,
And the lady is mine.
TV dinners, there’s nothin’ else to eat
TV dinners, they really can’t be beat
I like 'em frozen but you understand
I throw 'em in and wave 'em and I’m a brand new man, oh yeah
TV dinners, they’re goin’ to my head
TV dinners my skin is turnin’ red
Twenty year old turkey in a thirty year old tin
I can’t wait until tomorrow and thaw one out again, oh yeah