Country Music

[Joe]

Witchita Lineman by Jimmy Webb




I am a lineman for the county
And I drive the main road
Searchin' in the sun for another overload
I hear you singing in the wire
I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita lineman
Is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain
And if it snows that stretch down south
Won't ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman
Is still on the line
And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman
Is still on the line

 

[Joe]

 

[TheHaze]

 

[Breakfall]

 

[realgrimm]

 

[realgrimm]

 

[realgrimm]

 

[Joe]

Galveston by Jimmy Webb
sung by Fretkllr

 

[Holliday Unchained]

 

[Joe]

Angry American
by toby Keith

 

[realgrimm]

 

[Joe]

Bud the Spud
by Stompion' Tom Connors



[Chorus]
Well it's Bud the Spud from the bright red mud
Rollin' down the highway smilin'
The spuds are big on the back of Bud's rig
They're from Prince Edward Island
They're from Prince Edward Island

[Verse 1]
Now from Charlottetown or from Summerside
They load them down for the big long ride;
He jumps in the cab and he's off with the Pride Sebagoes
He's gotta catch a boat to make Tormentine
Then he hits up that old New Brunswick line
Through Montreal he comes just a flyin'
With another big load of potatoes

[Chorus]
Well it's Bud the Spud from the bright red mud
Rollin' down the highway smilin'
The spuds are big on the back of Bud's rig
They're from Prince Edward Island
They're from Prince Edward Island

 

[Breakfall]

 

[Dove]

I'm a sucker for country love songs. Especailly these days :D

 

[Dove]

 

[Dove]

My M ♡

 

[Dove]

 

[Alticus]

 

[Joe]

Red River Jig (manitoba/Centra Canada)

 

[Joe]

Louisian Man
by Doug Kershaw



Well, at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of a river bed
On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's ready to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's setting traps in the swamp catching anything he can
He's gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
My Muskrat hides hanging by the dozens
Even got a lady mink, a muskrat's cousin
Got 'em out drying in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow papa's gonna turn 'em into money
Well, they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack
Little baby brother on the floor that's Mack
Bren and Lin are the family twins
And big brother Ed's on the bayou fishing
On the river floats papa's great big boat
And that's how my papa goes into town
Takes him every bit of a night and a day
To even reach a place where the people stay
And I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around
That's the day my papa takes his furs to town
Papa promised me that I could go
He'd even let me see a cowboy show
I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time then
I told my pop I've gotta go again
Well, Papa said, "Son we've got lines to run
We'll come back again but first there's work to be done"
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's setting traps in the swamp catching anything he can
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man

 

[Gabbo]

Someone is Canadian. My parents listened to that. :-)

 

[The Prowler]

I saw them at the Grand Ole Opry.

They were the only act of the night that were disappointing. By far, they were the least polished act.

Here is a picture of them from our seats:

 

[Breakfall]

 

[Admin.]

 

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[Admin.]

 

[The Prowler]

 

[Scooter]

Johnny Cash and Waylon Jennings are gone. Willie is still alive at 90. Here's one from the sons:



* Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground

 

[Joe]

Don't Forsake me oh my darlin'
*Them from High Noon)

 

[Joe]

Git Along Little Doggies (American Traditional)
sung by Will Rogers (1940)



As I was a-walkin' one mornin' for pleasure
I spied a cowpuncher all ridin' alone
His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jinglin'
And as he approached he was singin' this song

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyomin' will be your new home

It's early in the spring that we round up the dogies
We mark 'em and brand them and bob off their tails
Round up the horses load up the chuck wagon
Then throw the dogies out on the north trail

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyomin' will be your new home

Your mother was raised away down in Texas
Where the jimson weed and the sand burrs grow
We'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla
Until you are ready for Idaho

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyomin' will be your new home...

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