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

[Silver Creek Slim]

Got 6 minutes ta git ready 

Drink some lemon juice. It opens up the throat. 

Slim

[Tensleep]

Drink some lemon juice. It opens up the throat. 

Slim

 

 

[Silver Creek Slim]

Here one ta warm up on. 

Slim


MY LITTLE SWISS MAIDEN
 
Way out in Switzerland , far, far away
I fell in love with a Swiss maid one day
I heard her yodel a Swiss lullaby
As she sang in her Swiss yodel way.
Her song thro’ the mountain so softly did ring
No sweeter than she, could the whippoorwill sing
We met on the mountain ‘neath the bright silv’ry moon,
This sweet little Swiss maid and I.

O lee ay lee o
So softly she sang
O dee lay ee dee o, dee lay ee
That’s how she won my heart on the mountain side high
O dee lay ee dee o, dee lay ee.

We planned the day that we’d sail far away
She whisper’d softly, my bride she would be
In a little white cottage beneath the bright sky
So happy this Swiss maid and I.

In a little white church ‘neath an old willow tree
I made her my bride, ever more she would be
And soon from the side of a small trundle bed
Came a yodeling Swiss lullaby.

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[Delmonico]

Didn't listen to no Yodelin' today while quiltin', listened to Rock and Roll, Buddy Holly to be exact, a 36 song set, then listened to one of his friends to here the song the friend wrote about him.





                People talk about you after all this time
               
                Was it really years ago,it seems like only yesterday
                                                        
                The last time that i saw you laugh at me and fly away
              
                I remember all the good times and the songs we used to sing
                                                     
   Old friend we sure have missed you,but you ain't missed a thing



   Lord you should of heard the music and all the changes it's gone through
                                                    
   But the funny thing is lately it keeps an easing back to you
                   
   But there's always something missing,it'll never be the same
                                                   
   Old friend we sure have missed you,but you ain't missed a thing


        
   They've been writing books about you and the stories that they tell
                                                                                
   Make you look like some kind of angel but we both know you as mean as hell
                           
   I've had my share of hard times but i lived through the strain
                                                   
   Old friend I sure have missed you,but you ain't missed a thing



   People talk about you after all this time
                                                    
                You were many things to many people but you were a friend of mine
           
   I've been thinking about how long you've been gone,the things you've never seen
                                                
   Old friend I sure have missed you,but you ain't missed a thing

                                                 
   Old Buddy we sure have missed you,but you ain't missed a thing
   
                You were many things to many people but you were a friend of mine
           
   I've been thinking about how long you've been gone,the things you've never seen
                                                   
   Old friend I sure have missed you,but you ain't missed a thing

                                                 
   Old Buddy we sure have missed you,but you ain't missed a thing


Waylon's joke about the plane crashin' haunted him the rest of his life.

[Ozark Tracker]

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

[Arcey]

Waylon's joke about the plane crashin' haunted him the rest of his life.

Folks what knew ‘im personal say he never got over it to his dyin’ day but he’s with Buddy now.

Never was ‘n ain’t now inta Country. Waylon was an exception. When ‘e died, I realized I didn’t have anything of his on CD. Went ta Plant Music ‘n picked up a ‘Best Of’ thing. Unwrapped it ‘n stuck it in the truck’s stereo ‘n headed home.

The thing hit the Dukes of Hazard cut. There was a verse in there I’d never heard before – maybe I hadn’t been payin’ attention.

I’m just a good ole boy
Ya know my Momma loves me
But I don’t understand
They keep showin’ my hands
‘N not my face on TV

I almost fell out the truck laffin’.

[Delmonico]

They never had time for it on the show, like the theme for Have Gun Will Travel, the record version had another verse.  Got some of Waylon's stuff on 33, the old Nashville stuff, one of the cuts has Grahmn Nash on it.

The theme from DOH was one of the songs that website played when I was gettin' my test the other day. 

[Four-Eyed Buck]

The number of Dodge Chargers was certainly reduced by that show. Drove the value of them up quite a bit. My boys loved that show, think it had something with the way they drove once they got their licenses, though

[Arcey]

Somebody up the road from Black Creek has one all painted up. Ain’t never been by when it weren’t sittin’ in the same place. Prolly don’t run.

[Delmonico]

Seen at least one they wrecked in the show that was a 4 door Cornet painted that way.   They had one at a car show round here in maybe 79 that was 'spossed to have been the one or one of the ones from the show.  Bondoed up old POS with a orange 'nemal paint job and a stock 383 with headers and a chrome air cleaner.  Beetle I drove at the time most likey could a whooped that one on windy roads.

[Silver Creek Slim]

My Grandma drove a red '68 Charger in the early ta mid '70's. It was actually my uncle's but she drove it. I think it had a 318 in it.

Slim

[Ozark Tracker]

Slim, I reckon this would'a been her song.


Its the little old lady from pasadena

Its the little old lady from pasadena
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Got a pretty little flower bed of white gardenias
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
But parked in her rickety old garage
Is a brand new shiny red super-stock dodge

And everybodys saying theres nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from pasadena
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
Shes a terror out on colorado boulevard

Its the little old lady from pasadena

You can see her on the street just gettin her kicks now
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
With her four speed stick and her four-twenty-six now
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Shes gonna get a ticket now sooner or later
cause she cant keep her foot off the accelerator

And everybodys saying theres nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from pasadena
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
Shes a terror out on colorado boulevard

And everybodys saying theres nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from pasadena
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
Shes a terror out on coloradooulevard

Its the little old lady from pasadena

If you see her on the street dont try to choose her
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
You may have a goer but youll never lose her
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
The guys come to race her from miles around
But shell them a length and shell shut em down

And everybodys saying theres nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from pasadena
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
Shes a terror out on colorado boulevard

Its the little old lady from pasadena

Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Granny go
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Granny go
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Granny go
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Granny go

[Silver Creek Slim]

 
I remember see had to sit on a pillow to see over the dash.

Slim

[Ozark Tracker]

My Grandma had a 1970 Chevy Impala in her later years,  she'd drive it to church on Sunday, you's see her going down the road about 25 with the brake lites shinning,  she always kept that left foot on the brake 

[Delmonico]

Well we can't forget this one.

     Now me and my wife and my brother Joe,
     took off in my Ford from San Pedro.
     We hadn't much gas 'n' the tires was low,
     but the doggone Ford could really go.

     Now along about the middle of the night,
     we were rippin' along like white folks might,
     when a Mercury behind he blinked his lights,
     and he honked his horn and he flew outside.

     We had twin pipes and a Columbia butt,
     you people may think that I'm in a rut,
     but to you folks who don't dig the jive,
     that's two carburetors and an overdrive.

     We made grease spots outta many good town,
     and left the cops heads spinnin' round 'n' round.
     They wouldn't chase, they'd run and hide,
     but me and that Mercury stayed side by side.

     Now we were Ford men and we likely knew,
     that we would race until somethin' blew,
     and we thought it over,
     now, wouldn't you?

     I looked down at my lovely bride,
     her face was blue, I thought she'd died.
     We left streaks through towns about forty feet wide,
     but me and that Mercury stayed side by side.

     My brother was pale, he said he was sick,
     he said he was just a nervous wreck.
     But why should I worry, for what the heck,
     me and that Mercury was still neck-and-neck.

     Now on through the deserts we did glide,
     a-flyin' low and a-flyin' wide,
     me an' that Mercury was a-takin' a ride,
     and we stayed exactly side by side.

     Now I looked in my mirror and I saw somethin' comin',
     I thought it was a plane by the way it was a-runnin'.
     It was a-hummin' along at a terrible pace,
     and I knew right then it was the end of the race.

     When it flew by us, I turned the other way,
     the guy in the Mercury had nothin' to say,
     for it was a kid, in a hopped up Model-A.

And the follow up.

     You've heard'a the guy an' his brother Joe,
     who took off in their Ford from San Pedro,
     an' how they raced through deserts wide,
     with a Mercury that stayed right by their side.

     Now I'm the guy who was in that Merc,
     an' I'm callin' myself all kind of a jerk,
     for ever tryin' that kind've a race,
     I might have known I'd lose my face.

     But the road was straight 'n' the road was wide,
     'n' me 'n' that Ford stayed side by side.
     I stuck to him through thick an' thin,
     but I knew all the time I's riskin' my skin.

     When the hopped-up Model-A blew a'past,
     I wondered then how long it would last,
     but I didn't have too long to wait,
     to see what would happen, to learn my fate.

     The cop's heads, who spun in fright,
     got on their bikes an' took to flight.
     They came up behind me with a siren blast,
     I knew right then my fun had passed.

     The guy in the Ford kept racin' on,
     he was tryin' to catch that son-of-a-gun,
     who was drivin' that hot rod Model-A,
     but I didn't have a thing to say.

     Now I'm sittin' here alone in the klink,
     with plenty of time to wonder and think.
     I pace the floor, I frume an' fret,
     I don't even have a cigarette.

     Oh, why did I ever get in that race,
     to end up here in this awful place?
     Should have had more sense, is all I can say,
     don't ever race with a kid in a hopped-up Model-A.

And the follow-up to the follow up.

     Well you've heard the story of the hot-rod race that fatal day,
     when the Ford and the Mercury went out to play.
     This is the inside story I'm here to say,
     I was the kid that was a-drivin' that Model-A.

     It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up,
     and that Model-A body makes it look like a pup.
     It's got twelve cylinders, and uses them all,
     with an overdrive that just won't stall.

     It's got a four-barrel carb and dual exhaust,
     4-11 gears, she can really get lost.
     Got safety tubes and I'm not scared,
     the brakes are good and the tires are fair.

     We left San Pedro late one night,
     the moon and the stars were shining bright,
     everything went fine up the Grapevine hill,
     we was passin' cars like they was standin' still.

     Then all of a sudden, like a flick of an eye,
     a Cadillac sedan had passed us by.
     The remark was made "there's the car for me,"
     but by then the taillights were all you could see.

     Well the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind,
     so I started to make that Lincoln unwind.
     I took my foot off the gas and man alive,
     I shoved it down into overdrive.

     Well I wound it up to a hundred and ten,
     twisted the speedometer cable off the end.
     I had my foot keyed clear to the floor,
     said "that's all there is, there ain't no more."

     I went around a corner and I passed a truck,
     I whispered a prayer, just for luck.
     The fenders was clickin' a guardrail post
     the guys beside me were white as a ghost.

     I guess they'd thought I'd lost my sense,
     the telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
     They said "slow down, I see spots,"
     the lines on the road just looked like dots.

     Smoke was rollin' outta the back,
     when I started to gain on that Cadillac.
     I knew I could catch him, and hoped I could pass,
     But when I did, I'd be short on gas.

     We went around a corner with the tires on the side,
     you could feel the tension, man what a ride!
     I said "hold on, I got a license to fly,"
     and the Cadillac pulled over and let me go by.

     Then all of a-sudden, the rods started knockin',
     when down in the dip, she started a-rockin'.
     I looked in my mirror 'n' red lights was blinkin'.
     The cops was after my hot rod Lincoln.

     Well, they arrested me, and put me in jail.
     I called my pop to go my bail.
     He said "son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
     if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln."


And many variations of all three over the years.

[Arcey]

Hot Rod Lincoln
( Commander Cody and the Lost Planet Airmen )

My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"

Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod Race
When Fords and Lincolns was settin' the pace?
That story is true, I'm here to say
I was drivin' that Model A

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
That Model A Vitimix makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders, uses them all
It's got overdrive, just won't stall

With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
And four-eleven gears you can really get lost
It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, tires fair

Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright
We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still

All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!"
By then the tail light was all you could see

Now the fellas was ribbin' me for bein' behind
So I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive

Wound it up to a hundred and ten
My speedometer said that I hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
That's all there is and there ain't no more

Now, the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, "Slow down! I see spots!"
The lines on the road just look like dots

Took a corner; sideswiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost

Smoke was comin' from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac.
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas?

We had flames comin' from out of the side
Feel the tension, Man! What a ride!
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly!"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by

Now all of a sudden she started to knockin'
And down in the dips she started to rockin'
I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln!

They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail
And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!"

[Texas Lawdog]

Asleep at the Wheel was inspired by Commander Cody. They do a Western Swing version of Hotrod Lincoln.  I miss all those great car songs of the 60's.  409, Hey,Little Cobra, Little GTO, and Deadman's Curve.   Waylon played bass guitar with Buddy Holly.  Waylon was from Littlefield, Texas.  He was sick and decided to travel back to Texas on the Tour bus instead of flying back.  We have been fortunate to have so many great singers from Texas.

[Ozark Tracker]

TLD  now them was some car song days,  Little Deuce Coupe, Drag City, Bucket T,  too many to remember

[Arcey]

I was gonna ask if anyone remembered this one 'n who was responsible for it. But it popped right up on Google.


Forget about your Hemi's and your GTO's
I've got a new machine, and she really gos.
When I pass you up on the drag strip you'll know darn well
You've been beat by a porcupine V8 Chevelle

Taching it up now, you better be quick
Cus' nothing can outrun my SS 396.

There's lots of chrome goodies sitting under the hood
She looks real pretty, like a tough one should.
On the redline tires, she sits real mean
She's the coolest hot one... you've ever seen
Crusing the highways, getting my kicks
Everyone's checking out my SS 396

Look at her go (look at her go)
She sits real low (she sits real low)
Dealer tires grip the road
Her deep breathing fours (deep breathing fours)
And they'll never settle short (never settle short)
Feel the rear end grab the load

Take you for a ride man, it's really a treat
Strap yourself into a bucket seat.
The four speed tranny is starting to whine
You'll know about the Super Sport
Once we get off the line

Crusing the highway, getting my kicks
Nothing can match my...SS 396

Look at her go (look at her go)
She sits real low (she sits real low)
Dealer tires grip the road
Her deep breathing fours (deep breathing fours)
And they'll never settle short (never settle short)
Feel the rear end grab the load

Take you for a ride man, it's really a treat
Strap yourself into a bucket seat.
The four speed tranny is starting to whine
You'll know about the Super Sport
Once we get off the line

Nothing can match my...SS396
SS 396
SS 396
SS 396
SS 396

[Ozark Tracker]

Remember that one well Arcey,  had a 67 Chevelle SS 396,  cam went flat about a year after I got it, we put back an L-88 solid lift cam,  ran like a stripped ape.  I can remember them red line wide oval tires, best smoking tires I ever had, hard rubber.  loved the street racing on Friday and Saturday nights.  used to go up to Tulsa over to the ritzy part of town, lots of kids with really hot cars, everything you could buy was on em,  but they never did take the time to learn how to use it.  just pop the clutch and give it the gas,  they didn't seem to know how to ride the clutch a little and keep them tires from going up in smoke,  just loved beating em.