Author Topic: Singin' the Blues or any other durn thing ya want. (Read 1188000 times)

litl rooster · « **Reply #1180 on:** August 05, 2008, 10:58:53 PM »

I just shot mine full of .45 holes....damn he's good

Texas Lawdog · « **Reply #1181 on:** August 06, 2008, 11:47:37 AM »

That Sheep game otta be a good way to releave all that pent up hostility that you aquire during the work day.

Leo Tanner · « **Reply #1182 on:** August 06, 2008, 05:01:47 PM »

This one should be called "While My Ukelele Gently Weeps" The man tears this thing up.

Leo

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Trinity · « **Reply #1183 on:** August 06, 2008, 06:29:46 PM »

It has been said that there is a link with mathematical skills and musical skills. Well, we all know that Asians are mathematical wizards, so I guess that video should come to no surprise.

While My Guitar Gently Weeps is one of my favorites.

Delmonico · « **Reply #1184 on:** August 06, 2008, 06:33:23 PM »

Quote from: Leo Tanner on August 06, 2008, 05:01:47 PM

This one should be called "While My Ukelele Gently Weeps" The man tears this thing up.

Leo

Almost figgered it would be Tiny Tim.

Trinity · « **Reply #1185 on:** August 06, 2008, 06:34:59 PM »

Quote from: Delmonico on August 06, 2008, 06:33:23 PM

Almost figgered it would be Tiny Tim.

Now there's a wierdo that I'm glad we don't have to hear from anymore.

Delmonico · « **Reply #1186 on:** August 06, 2008, 06:52:46 PM »

Quote from: Trinity on August 06, 2008, 06:34:59 PM

Now there's a wierdo that I'm glad we don't have to hear from anymore.

A bit weird, but was a big push in the preserving of old music before the records went ka-put.

Remember, there is no such thing as a worthless human being, it's just some of them ain't good for anythin' but bein' a cadavar in a med school.

Leo Tanner · « **Reply #1187 on:** August 06, 2008, 07:06:49 PM »

Well while you all's tip toein through the tulips...

I look at you all
See the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you
I look at you all see the love there that's
sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all...
Still my guitar gently weeps.

Delmonico · « **Reply #1188 on:** August 06, 2008, 07:24:39 PM »

CD player decided to play my favorite song Don Edwards does.

Pushin' horns weren't easy like the movie said it was
And I don't recall no dance hall girls
Or hotel rooms with rugs
You worked hot and tired and nasty
Rode your pony's head too low
There were all the nights you couldn't sleep
'Cause it was too damn cold
And you'd sing 'Strawberry Roan' and 'Little Joe'
Like the time we hit the river
And the rains began to fall
And the water was risin' so damn fast
We thought it'd drown us all
We lost a lot of steers that day
And four to five good mounts
But when all the boys rode into camp
We knew that's what counts
And we sang, yippie ti yi yay and 'Amazing Grace'
Or the night they broke behind us
And then took us by surprise
I whistled out to Bonner, I seen the terror in his eyes
And he rode for all his horse would ride
And I know he done his best
But he crossed over Jordan ridin' Dunny to his death
And we sang 'Bringing in the Sheaves' and 'The Rugged Cross'
So when you see the cowboy, he's not ragged by his choice
He never meant to bow them legs
Or put that gravel in his voice
He's just chasin' what he really loves
And what's burnin' in his soul
Wishin' to God that he'd benn born a hundred years ago
Still singin' 'Strawberry Roan' and 'Little Joe'

Arcey · « **Reply #1189 on:** August 06, 2008, 07:51:55 PM »

Ahhh, them horse songs. They strike a chord………

Riding on a horse to Grandmother’s house,
To Grandmother’s house, to Grandmother’s house.
Riding on a horse to Grandmother’s house on Thanksgiving Day.

My brother’s riding with us too,
He said I’d like to race with you.
Let’s go fast, through the woods.
Ready, set, GO!

Riding on a horse to Grandmother’s house,
To Grandmother’s house, to Grandmother’s house.
Riding on a horse to Grandmother’s house on Thanksgiving Day.

My sister rides along with us,
She wants to leave us in the dust.
Let’s go fast, down the road.
Ready, set, GO!

Riding on a horse to Grandmother’s house,
To Grandmother’s house, to Grandmother’s house.
Riding on a horse to Grandmother’s house on Thanksgiving Day.

My daddy’s riding in the lead,
He said he has the faster steed.
Let’s go fast through the fields.
Ready, set, GO!

Riding on a horse to Grandmother’s house,
To Grandmother’s house, to Grandmother’s house.
Riding on a horse to Grandmother’s house on Thanksgiving Day.

Leo Tanner · « **Reply #1190 on:** August 06, 2008, 11:38:12 PM »

Back about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would've made it through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been riding on the Tennessee Stud

Had some trouble with my sweetheart's Pa
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I wrote a letter to my Uncle Fudd
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud

The Tennessee Stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
There never was a horse like Tennessee Stud

Drifted on down into no man's land
Across the river called the Rio Grande
Raced my horse with the Spaniard's foe
Til I got me a skin full of silver and gold

Me and the gambler, we couldn't agree
We got in a fight over Tennessee
Pulled our guns and he fell with a thud
And I rode away on a Tennessee Stud

The Tennessee Stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
There never was a horse like Tennessee Stud

I rode right back across Arkansas
I whupped her brother and I whupped her Pa
I found that girl with the golden hair
She was riding on a Tennessee Mare

Pretty little baby on the cabin floor
Little horse colt playing round the door
I loved the girl with the golden hair
And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare

The Tennessee Stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
There never was a horse like Tennessee Stud

Texas Lawdog · « **Reply #1191 on:** August 07, 2008, 07:35:10 AM »

That song kinda reenergized Eddy Arnold's music career. He just passed away within the last couple of months.

Arcey · « **Reply #1192 on:** August 07, 2008, 08:44:57 AM »

A classic…..

A horse is a horse, of course, of course,
And no one can talk to a horse of course
That is, of course, unless the horse is the famous Mister Ed.
Go right to the source and ask the horse
He'll give you the answer that you'll endorse.
He's always on a steady course.
Talk to Mister Ed.
People yakkity yak a streak and waste your time of day
But Mr. Ed will never speak unless he has something to say
A horse is a horse, of course, of course,
And this one'll talk 'til his voice is hoarse.
You never heard of a talking horse?
Well listen to this: "I'm Mister Ed."

Texas Lawdog · « **Reply #1193 on:** August 07, 2008, 10:28:49 AM »

B Western movie actor Allan"Rocky" Lane did Mr. Ed's voice.

Russ T Chambers · « **Reply #1194 on:** August 07, 2008, 10:42:35 AM »

Saw Rocky this morning on the Westerns Channel. There wasn't a Palomino in sight.

Arcey · « **Reply #1195 on:** August 07, 2008, 11:17:18 AM »

The horse wasn’t really talkin’, huh? The next thing yer gonna be sayin’ is George Reeves couldn’t fly……

Russ T Chambers · « **Reply #1196 on:** August 07, 2008, 11:43:22 AM »

The strange thing about George, was you could shoot bullets at him all day long and get no reaction, but when the gun was empty and the bad guy threw it at him he would flinch!

Leo Tanner · « **Reply #1197 on:** August 07, 2008, 11:46:39 AM »

Quote from: Arcey on August 07, 2008, 11:17:18 AM

The horse wasnt really talkin, huh? The next thing yer gonna be sayin is George Reeves couldnt fly

While were outing these heartbreaking revleations, I feel it's my duty ta tell ya that The Monkeys didn't really play their own instraments.

Ozark Tracker · « **Reply #1198 on:** August 07, 2008, 11:55:32 AM »

what is all this crazy talk, Mr. Ed not talking, George Reeves couldn't fly

somebody must be on crack spreading stories like that, next thing ya'll be saying is Jeannie didn't really live in that bottle and the Clampetts didn't really move to Beverly Hills

Arcey · « **Reply #1199 on:** August 07, 2008, 11:58:34 AM »

Yeah, right. Elizabeth Montgomery, God rest ‘n keep ‘er, wasn’t a real witch either……

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