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~Songs That Tell A Story~Tell us your favorite Story Song-Freeper Canteen 8-23-07

Posted on 08/22/2007 6:00:30 PM PDT by fatima

~Songs That Tell A Story~





Lyrics for: Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron

After the turn of the century
In the clear blue skies over Germany

Came a roar and a thunder men had never heard
Like the scream and the sound of a big war bird
Up in the sky, a man in a plane
Baron von Richthofen was his name
Eighty men tried, and eighty men died
Now they’re buried together on the countryside

Chorus:
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more

The Bloody Red Baron was rollin’ out the score
Eighty men died tryin’ to end that spree
Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany

In the nick of time, a hero arose
A funny-looking dog with a big black nose
He flew into the sky to seek revenge
But the Baron shot him down—”Curses, foiled again!

Chorus

Now, Snoopy had sworn that he’d get that man
So he asked the Great Pumpkin for a new battle plan
He challenged the German to a real dogfight
While the Baron was laughing, he got him in his sight

That Bloody Red Baron was in a fix
He’d tried everything, but he’d run out of tricks
Snoopy fired once, and he fired twice
And that Bloody Red Baron went spinning out of sight

Chorus

*Video*



Mack the Knife (Bobby Darin)

Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white

Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe
And he keeps it … ah … out of sight.

Ya know when that shark bites, with his teeth, babe
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, though, wears old MacHeath, babe
So there’s nevah, nevah a trace of red.

Now on the sidewalk … uuh, huh … whoo … sunny mornin’ … uuh, huh
Lies a body just oozin' life … eeek!
And someone’s sneakin' ‘round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

A-there's a tugboat … huh, huh, huh … down by the river don’tcha know
Where a cement bag’s just a'droopin' on down

Oh, that cement is just, it's there for the weight, dear
Five'll get ya ten old Macky’s back in town.

Now, d'ja hear ‘bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe
After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash
And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor
Could it be our boy's done somethin' rash?

Now … Jenny Diver … ho, ho … yeah … Sukey Tawdry
Ooh … Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky’s back in town.

Aah … I said Jenny Diver … whoa … Sukey Tawdry
Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Yes, that line forms on the right, babe

Now that Macky’s back in town …

Look out … old Macky is back!!

*Video*





Cats in the Cradle
by Harry Chapin

A child arrived just the other day,
He came to the world in the usual way.
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay.
He learned to walk while I was away.
And he was talking ‘fore I knew it, and as he grew,
He’d say, “I’m gonna be like you, dad.
You know I’m gonna be like you.”

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
“When you coming home, dad?” “I don’t know when,
But we’ll get together then.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

My son turned ten just the other day.
He said, “Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let’s play.
Can you teach me to throw?” I said, “Not today,

I got a lot to do.” He said, “That’s ok.”
And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed,
Said, “I’m gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I’m gonna be like him.”

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
“When you coming home, dad?” “I don’t know when,
But we’ll get together then.

You know we’ll have a good time then.”

Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
“Son, I’m proud of you. Can you sit for a while?”
He shook his head, and he said with a smile,
“What I’d really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please?”

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,

Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
“When you coming home, son?” “I don’t know when,
But we’ll get together then, dad.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

I’ve long since retired and my son’s moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
I said, “I’d like to see you if you don’t mind.”
He said, “I’d love to, dad, if I could find the time.

You see, my new job’s a hassle, and the kid’s got the flu,
But it’s sure nice talking to you, dad.
It’s been sure nice talking to you.”
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,
He’d grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.

“When you coming home, son?” “I don’t know when,
But we’ll get together then, dad.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

*Video*





Kenny Rogers - The Gambler

On a warm summer’s evenin’ on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin’ out the window at the darkness
‘Til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, “Son, I’ve made a life out of readin’ people’s faces,
And knowin’ what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
And if you don’t mind my sayin’, I can see you’re out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I’ll give you some advice.”

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, “If you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

Ev’ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
‘Cause ev’ry hand’s a winner and ev’ry hand’s a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.”

And when he’d finished speakin’, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

*Video*





Marty Robbins - El Paso (1960)

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Night-time would find me in Rosa’s cantina;
Music would play and Felina would whirl.

Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina,
Wicked and evil while casting a spell.
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden;

I was in love but in vain, I could tell.

One night a wild young cowboy came in,
Wild as the West Texas wind.
Dashing and daring,
A drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina,
The girl that I loved.

So in anger I

Challenged his right for the love of this maiden.
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat;
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.

Just for a moment I stood there in silence,
Shocked by the FOUL EVIL deed I had done.
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there;
I had but one chance and that was to run.

Out through the back door of Rosa’s I ran,
Out where the horses were tied.
I caught a good one.
It looked like it could run.
Up on its back
And away I did ride,

Just as fast as I

Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico.

Back in El Paso my life would be worthless.
Everything’s gone in life; nothing is left.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death.

I saddled up and away I did go,
Riding alone in the dark.

Maybe tomorrow
A bullet may find me.
Tonight nothing’s worse than this
Pain in my heart.

And at last here I

Am on the hill overlooking El Paso;
I can see Rosa’s cantina below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward.

Down off the hill to Felina I go.

Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys;
Off to my left ride a dozen or more.
Shouting and shooting I can’t let them catch me.
I have to make it to Rosa’s back door.

Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side.
Though I am trying

To stay in the saddle,
I’m getting weary,
Unable to ride.

But my love for

Felina is strong and I rise where I’ve fallen,
Though I am weary I can’t stop to rest.
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle.
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.

From out of nowhere Felina has found me,
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side.
Cradled by two loving arms that I’ll die for,
One little kiss and Felina, good-bye.

*Video*





RUNNING BEAR

(J.P. Richardson)

On the banks of the river
Stood Runnin’ Bear, young Indian brave
On the other side of the river
Stood his lovely Indian maid
Little White Dove was-a her name
Such a lovely sight to see
But their tribes fought with each other

So their love could never be

Runnin’ Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky
Runnin’ Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn’t die

He couldn’t swim the raging river
‘Cause the river was too wide
He couldn’t reach Little White Dove

Waiting on the other side
In the moonlight he could see her
Throwing kisses ‘cross the waves
Her little heart was beating faster
Waiting there for her brave

Runnin’ Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky
Runnin’ Bear loved Little White Dove

With a love that couldn’t die

Runnin’ Bear dove in the water
Little White Dove did the same
And they swam out to each other
Through the swirling stream they came
As their hands touched and their lips met
The ragin’ river pulled them down
Now they’ll always be together

In that happy hunting ground

Runnin’ Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky
Runnin’ Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn’t die

*Video*





Bobbie Gentry - Ode To Billy Joe

It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin’ cotton and my brother was balin’ hay
And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door “y’all remember to wipe your feet”
And then she said “I got some news this mornin’ from Choctaw Ridge”
“Today Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge”

And Papa said to Mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas
“Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please”

“There’s five more acres in the lower forty I’ve got to plow”
And Mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin’ ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe MacAllister’s jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

And Brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billie Joe
Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show
And wasn’t I talkin’ to him after church last Sunday night?
“I’ll have another piece of apple pie, you know it don’t seem right”

“I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge”
“And now you tell me Billie Joe’s jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge”

And Mama said to me “Child, what’s happened to your appetite?”
“I’ve been cookin’ all morning and you haven’t touched a single bite”
“That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today”
“Said he’d be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way”
“He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge”
“And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin’ off the Tallahatchie Bridge”

A year has come ‘n’ gone since we heard the news ‘bout Billy Joe
And Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo
There was a virus going ‘round, Papa caught it and he died last Spring
And now Mama doesn’t seem to wanna do much of anything
And me, I spend a lot of time pickin’ flowers up on Choctaw Ridge

And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge

*Video*




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To: fatima
"Long Black Veil"
"Davy Crocket"
41 posted on 08/22/2007 6:15:38 PM PDT by Dante3
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To: fatima

The Itsy Bitsy Spider

;0)


42 posted on 08/22/2007 6:15:51 PM PDT by Socratic (“Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength.” - Corrie Ten Boom)
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To: puppypusher

I started the thread with Cats:)Harry Chapin - “Taxi” - 1981, his final concert
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpiBf2kQ-q8


43 posted on 08/22/2007 6:15:51 PM PDT by fatima (Baby alert,Baby Ava arrived 6-29-07 at 3 PM-she is 10 pounds:))
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To: Kathy in Alaska

Good afternoon, Kathy.


44 posted on 08/22/2007 6:16:02 PM PDT by ConorMacNessa (HM/2 USN, 3rd Bn. 5th Marines, RVN 1969. St. Michael the Archangel defend us in battle!)
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To: taxed2death
SOUL FINGER has the beat man, the beat!
45 posted on 08/22/2007 6:16:50 PM PDT by Rudder
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To: saganite

As soon as I posted CRT, I immediately thought of Edmund Fitzgerald; however, I still prefer the CRT musically.


46 posted on 08/22/2007 6:16:56 PM PDT by william clark (DH4WH08 - Ecclesiastes 10:2)
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To: Kathy in Alaska

Off to Scouts back later (it’s local).


47 posted on 08/22/2007 6:17:34 PM PDT by SandRat (Duty, Honor, Country. What else needs to be said?)
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To: fatima
Here's one...

Leanne Rimes~ Nothin' Better To Do

48 posted on 08/22/2007 6:18:11 PM PDT by Randy Larsen (I'M WITH FRED!)
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To: fatima

My parents played The Kington Trio when I grew up so I remember this one! Apologies for awkward line breaks...

The Reverend Mr. Black

He rode easy in the saddle, he was tall and lean
And at first ya thought nothin’ but a streak of mean
Could make a man look so downright strong
But one look in his eyes and ya knowed ya was wrong
He was a mountain of a man and I want ya to know
He could preach hot hell in the freezin’ snow
He carried a bible in a canvas sack
The folks just called him the Reverend Mr. Black
He was poor as a beggar but he rode like a king
And sometimes in the evenin’ I could hear him sing:

I got to walk that lonesome valley
I got to walk it by myself
for nobody else can walk it for me
I got to walk it by myself.

If ever I could have thought this man in black
Was soft, had any yellow up his back
I gave that notion up the day
A lumberjack came in and a-wasn’t a-prayin’
Yeah, he kicked open the meetin’house door
And he cussed everybody up and down the floor
And then when things got quiet in the place
He walked up and cussed in the preacher’s face.

He hit that reverend like the kick of a mule
And to my way of thinkin’ it took a pure fool
To turn the other cheek to that lumberjack
But that’s what he did, the Reverend Mr. Black.
He stood like a rock, a man among men
Then he let that lumberjack hit him again
And then with a voice as kind as could be
He cut him down like a big oak tree when he said

You got to walk that lonesome valley
You got to walk it by yourself
for nobody else can walk it for you
You got to walk it by yourself.

It’s been many years since we had to part
And I guess I learned his ways by heart
I can still hear his sermons ring down in the valley where he used to sing
I followed him, yes sir, and I don’t regret it
Hope that I’ll always be a credit to his memory‘cause I want ya to understand
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man

You got to walk that lonesome valley
You got to walk it by yourself
for nobody else can walk it for you
You got to walk it by yourself.


49 posted on 08/22/2007 6:18:56 PM PDT by Inclines to the Right
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To: fatima
Yes!Fatima You stole my thunder with that one.I didn’t notice it until after the fact. Harry Chapen made so many story songs he was excellent at it.
50 posted on 08/22/2007 6:19:11 PM PDT by puppypusher (The world is going to the dogs.)
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To: The Worthless Miracle

HURRICANE CARTER - BOB DYLAN - MUSIC VIDEO
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=few4kiKjNzw
Thanks The Worthless Miracle.


51 posted on 08/22/2007 6:19:45 PM PDT by fatima (Baby alert,Baby Ava arrived 6-29-07 at 3 PM-she is 10 pounds:))
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To: saganite
Thanks, Troops & Veterans, for your service to our country.


Gordon Lightfoot ~ Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald


52 posted on 08/22/2007 6:19:58 PM PDT by Kathy in Alaska (~ RIP Brian...heaven's gain...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)
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To: sneakers; vigilante2; Jade Falcon; Laurita; txradioguy; tongue-tied; SoldierDad; KB4W; ...
Honoring Our Heroes

Allegra
3 sons (armymarinemom and amdad)
Brett (CindyDawg)
Brother and Son-in-Law (kalee)
Cannoneer No. 4
Col Mike (gpapa)
CMS
David (LUV W)
Defender2
Ev (MozartLover)
Future Snake Eater (RightOnline)
Jade Falcon
JemiansTerror (Jemian)
Jet Jaguar
Joel (NEMDF)
Jonathan (AZbushgal)
Josh (doug from upland)
Karen (fatima's granddaughter)
KB4W (arbee4bush)
Kenneth (Sweetbaby/LadyPilgrim)
Kevin (skimask)
Kevin and David (vigilante2)
Laurita
LCpl Carter
Lindsay (Sweetbaby/LadyPilgrim)
Capt Jason Clendenin (friend of Frou)
M1Tanker
MEG33's Navy Grandson
Mike1Sg (mystery-ak)
Milo828 (mystery-ak)
Nate (sneakers)
Old Sarge
OneLoyalAmerican
Robert, Jeremy & Daynnis (SoldierDad)
Sgt Sean Reed (preed)
Son (GodBlessUSA)
Terrence (LadyPilgrim)
The Sailor
tongue-tied
Tonkin
txradioguy
Victor and Tony D (weldgophardline)
William (jackv)

 



53 posted on 08/22/2007 6:21:49 PM PDT by Kathy in Alaska (~ RIP Brian...heaven's gain...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)
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To: fatima

http://www.break.com/index/daughters-bedtime-song.html


54 posted on 08/22/2007 6:21:58 PM PDT by badpacifist ("I don't think you understand these boys killed my dog" Bob Lee Swagger)
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To: All

A PRAYER OF PROTECTION

The light of God surround you
The love of God enfold you
The power of God protect you
The presence of God watch over you
Wherever you are, God is,
And all is well.
Amen.

BLESS THIS HOUSE
 Bless this house O Lord we pray; Make it safe by night and day; 
Bless these walls so firm and stout, Keeping want and trouble out:
Bless the roof and chimneys tall, Let thy peace lie over all;
Bless this door, that it may prove ever open to joy and love.
Bless these windows shining bright, Letting in God's heav'nly light;
Bless the hearth a'blazing there, with smoke ascending like a prayer;
Bless the folk who dwell within, keep them pure and free from sin;
Bless us all that we may be Fit O Lord to dwell with thee;
Bless us all that one day we May dwell O Lord with thee. 
(Click on graphics for music)



55 posted on 08/22/2007 6:22:40 PM PDT by Kathy in Alaska (~ RIP Brian...heaven's gain...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)
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To: SoldierDad; sneakers; arbee4bush; vigilante2; Jemian; jackv; Old_Professor; mystery-ak; freema; ...
Thanks, Families, for your service to our country.

Thanks, Sonora, for the perfect woohoo.


John Conlee ~ They Also Serve


56 posted on 08/22/2007 6:23:32 PM PDT by Kathy in Alaska (~ RIP Brian...heaven's gain...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)
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To: fatima
Here's Another...

Jake Owen ~ Startin' With Me

57 posted on 08/22/2007 6:23:57 PM PDT by Randy Larsen (I'M WITH FRED!)
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To: Ghost of Philip Marlowe

(((Hugs)))Bob Dylan - Shelter from the Storm - 1991
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2o0BHvG4mU&mode=related&search=


58 posted on 08/22/2007 6:24:18 PM PDT by fatima (Baby alert,Baby Ava arrived 6-29-07 at 3 PM-she is 10 pounds:))
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To: SandRat

We’ll keep the light on....drive safely.


59 posted on 08/22/2007 6:24:19 PM PDT by Kathy in Alaska (~ RIP Brian...heaven's gain...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)
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To: fatima

Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin!
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways,
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!

He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken;
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away;
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!

Brave Sir Robin ran away.
Bravely ran away, away!
When danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about
And gallantly he chickened out.
Bravely taking to his feet
He beat a very brave retreat,
Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin!

He is packing it in and packing it up
And sneaking away and buggering up
And chickening out and running off home,
Yes, bravely he is throwing in the sponge...

60 posted on 08/22/2007 6:24:34 PM PDT by Old Sarge (This tagline in memory of FReeper 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub)
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