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

[Russ T Chambers]

thinking back about all that Rock and Roll reminds me of the sock hops they used to have at school after the football and basketball games after games on Friday nights,  pull off yer shoes, roll up a cuff on yer levi's and cut loose. 
One song I can remember being played there and at the skating rink, a lot,   The lion sleeps tonight,  seem like it was awful popular.
when our school intergated in 1966, the sock hops ended,  They weren't gonna take no chances of mixed couple dancing.

The Lion Sleeps Tonight
 The Tokens
  (A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh)
(A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh)
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle the quiet jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
  (A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh)
(A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh)
Near the village the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village the quiet village
The lion sleeps tonight
 (A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh)
(A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh)
Hush my darling don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush my darling don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight


With variation on the lyrics it’s now a cat flea killer commercial

[Ozark Tracker]

The Lion Sleeps Tonight
 
With variation on the lyrics it’s now a cat flea killer commercial

I remember hearing it the first time around 1958 at the skateing rink,  just think what awesome songs some of these we're talking about,  been around for 50 years and they still use em.

[Leo Tanner]

The good stuff never dies OT.
     Wolf Man Jack might of spit at the idea of usin the music ta sell kitty products, but at least they're still out there.  We been talkin alot of surf an rockabilly, but there's a lot ta be said fer the doo-wop as well.  My favorite part of the entire Woodstock movie (and album) is when Sha-Na-Na came out and did The Hop.  It was originally a Danny and the Juniors song but ole Bowser and the guys ripped it up.  They were so out of place amongst all the hippies, but it was CLASSIC


Leo

[Advertising]

[Arcey]

Never did care much for the lion song but that’s just me.

Funny thing. My oldest ‘n I were out in the sticks one evenin’ takin’ a top down ride. Had a fifties tape in the stereo. That came on ‘n she reached o’er ‘n turnt it up. Reckon she was 13 or 14 back then.

[Delmonico]

Never did care much for the lion song but that’s just me.

Funny thing. My oldest ‘n I were out in the sticks one evenin’ takin’ a top down ride. Had a fifties tape in the stereo. That came on ‘n she reached o’er ‘n turnt it up. Reckon she was 13 or 14 back then.

My oldest used to get all excited when she was about 6-7 when the Beach Boys came on.

[Texas Lawdog]

I still like The Beach Boys, they just don't do all the car songs they did when they first started.

[Delmonico]

They got cut out of the ad budgets years ago.

[Leo Tanner]

Well mebbe if they was still sellin 409's they'd be in business


Leo

[Texas Lawdog]

You have be wealthy to afford and original 409.  An original 409 air cleaner is worth more than a good used car, especially if it's chrome.

[Ozark Tracker]

back in 66, had a friend that had a 63,  409, that thing would haul,  when he went to Nam in 67, he sold it,  if I remember right he was asking $1200 at the time,  wish I could go back and buy a warehouse full of em at that price. 

[Sod Buster]

thinking back about all that Rock and Roll reminds me of the sock hops they used to have at school after the football and basketball games after games on Friday nights,  pull off yer shoes, roll up a cuff on yer levi's and cut loose. 
One song I can remember being played there and at the skating rink, a lot,   The lion sleeps tonight,  seem like it was awful popular.

That song has an interesting history.  It evolved and had several names.  From Wikipedia:
"Mbube" (Zulu for "lion") was first recorded by its writer, Solomon Linda, and his group, The Evening Birds, in 1939. Gallo Record Company paid Linda a single fee for the recording and no royalties. "Mbube" became a hit throughout South Africa and sold about 100,000 copies during the 1940s. The song became so popular that Mbube lent its name to a style of African a cappella music, though the style has since been mostly replaced by isicathamiya (a softer version).

Alan Lomax brought the song to the attention of Pete Seeger of the folk group The Weavers. It was on one of several records Lomax loaned to Seeger.[1] After having performed the song for at least a year in their concerts, in November, 1951, they recorded their version entitled "Wimoweh", a mishearing of the original song's chorus of 'uyimbube' (meaning "you're a lion"). Pete Seeger had made some of his own additions to the melody. The song was credited exclusively to Paul Campbell.

Pete Seeger explains in one recording, "it refers to an old legend down there, [about] their last king, who was known as Chaka The Lion. Legend says, Chaka The Lion didn't die when Europeans took over our country; he simply went to sleep, and he'll wake up some day." (See "Senzenina / Wimoweh" on Seeger's With Voices Together We Sing (Live).)

It was published by Folkways. Their 1952 version, arranged by Gordon Jenkins, became a top-twenty hit in the U.S., and their live 1957 recording turned it into a folk music staple. This version was covered in 1959 by the The Kingston Trio.

New lyrics to the song were written by George Weiss, Luigi Creatore, and Hugo Peretti, based very loosely upon the meaning of the original song. The Tokens' 1961 cover of this version rose to number one on the Billboard Hot 100 and still receives fairly frequent replay on many American oldies radio stations. In the UK, an up-tempo rendering of this version was a top-ten hit for Karl Denver and his Trio. In 1971, Robert John did a cover of this version, and it reached #3 on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1972. Since then, "Wimoweh" / "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" has remained popular and frequently covered.

[Russ T Chambers]

Just so everyone knows, this has been going through my head since yesterday:

(A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh)
(A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh)
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle the quiet jungle
The lion sleeps tonight

[Delmonico]

Back in 1975 as a Sr. I was lookin' for a car to work on in Body Shop class at tech school, guy I worked with had a junk yard of sorts, went up too look at a 41 Merc coupe, didn't buy it, a bit rusty.  He tried to sell me a 64 Impalla SS ragtop with a 409 dual quad, hit in the rear quarter, plus was gonna toss another 64 @DHT, non SS for parts, $500, I passed cause gas prices were goin' up.

[pinto bean]

you are a mean man. now i'll have that in my head for a week.

trail boss

[Leo Tanner]

Ya all got me thinkin about all the Chess label records.
     Remember "Rocket 88, or Delta 88 which ever.  "Cruisin an boozin along..."
     They also recorded that guy that could sing like a girl an a frog, "I'm a lonley frog, an I aint got no home..."


Leo

[Arcey]

Clarence ‘Frogman’ Henry.

Limbaugh used to use that for theme music to his homeless updates. As he used Up And Away in My Beautiful Balloon for the condom updates.

Limbaugh called ‘n talked to ‘im on the air about recordin’ somethin’ for ‘im ‘n the ole fella yelled out, ‘I TAKE DA GIG! I TAKE DA GIG!’

[Texas Lawdog]

Three Cheers for "The Frogman"!

[Delmonico]

ANGELS CAN DO NO MORE
By Andy Wilkinson

We laid young Sammy to his rest,
Dug a deep hole, then we did our best
To say the right things as we knocked the dirt from the shovel.
So far from God and so near to a life of trouble.

No more than a boy when he died like a man,
We stood around his grave with our hats in our hands,
Leanin' first on one foot and then on the other.
Wishin' we'd a-knowed what to say to write to his mother.

But there ain't much to say when a man dies young,
Before he can do what he should have done.
Leastways, the cowboys that knowed him swore,
"Sammy done his damnedest, angels can do no more."

We stared at our boots, and nobody spoke
'Til the trail boss coughed, and cleared his throat,
And said to the cook, "Tear a plank off the chuckwagon
And bring it here to mark the grave of our young companion."

So the wranglers made a fire out of dry prairie coal,
The wind fanned the flames 'til the brandin' irons glowed,
Then we burned in the wood the words we should'a been sayin',
Down on our knees like a bunch of growed men a-prayin'.


But there ain't much to say when a man dies young,
Before he can do what he should have done.
Leastways, the cowboys that knowed him swore,
"Sammy done his damnedest, angels can do no more."

Now, Sammy rode hard and he never complained
Two long years on the Rockin' Chair range,
Chasin' them strays down the Salt Fork of the Red River;
Angels' and cowboys' work, it goes on forever.

And as for myself, when it's my turn to die,
I hope there's a cowhand or two standing' by
To pack down the dirt and carry the news to the family,
And say over me what we should'a said over Sammy.


But there ain't much to say when a man dies young,
Before he can do what he should have done.
Leastways, the cowboys that knowed him swore,
"Sammy done his damnedest, angels can do no more."

[Delmonico]

And Hoyt Axton.



It was Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
And a cat named Kalamazoo,
Left the city in a pick-up truck.
Gonna make some dreams come true.
Yeah, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets,
And the coyote bays at the moon.
Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
And a cat named Kalamazoo.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

Down Tucson way there's a small cafe,
Where they play a little cowboy tune.
And the guitar picker was a friend of mine,
By the name of Randy Boone.

Yeah, Randy played her a sweet love song,
And Della got a fire in her eye.
The Dealer had a knife and the dog had a gun,
And the cat had a shot of rye.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

Yeah, the Dealer was a killer; he was evil and mean,
And he was jealous of the fire in her eyes.
He snorted his coke through a century note,
And he swore that Boone would die.

And the stage was set when the lights went out,
There was death in Tucson town.
Two shadows ran for the bar back door,
But one stayed on the ground.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

Two shadows ran from the bar that night,
And a dog and a cat ran too.
And the tires got hot on the pickup truck,
As down the road they flew.

It was Della and her lover and a dog named Jake,
And a cat named Kalamazoo.
Left Tucson in a pickup truck.
Gonna make some dreams come true.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

[Delmonico]

And one of Hoyt's best, Steppenwold did a well know cover of it.

You say it was this mornin’ when you last saw your good friend
Lyin’ on the sidewalk with the misery on his brain
Stoned on some new potion he found upon the wall
Of some unholy bathroom in some ungodly hall

He only had a dollar to live on ‘till next Monday
But he spent it all on comfort for his mind
Did you say you think he’s blind?

Someone should call his parents or a sister or a brother
And they’ll come and take him back home on a bus
But he’ll always be a problem to his poor and puzzled mother
And he’ll always be another one of us

He said he wanted heaven but prayin’ was too slow
So he bought a one-way ticket on an airline made of snow
Did you say you saw your good friend flyin’ low

You say it was this mornin’ when you last saw your good friend
Lyin’ on the sidewalk with the misery on his brain
Stoned on some new potion he found upon the wall
Of some unholy bathroom in some ungodly hall

Did you say you saw your good friend flyin’ low
Dyin’ slow
Blinded by snow