[Inclines to the Right]

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.

[Kathy in Alaska]

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)

 

[badpacifist]

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

[Kathy in Alaska]

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)

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)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Thanks, Families, for your service to our country.

Thanks, Sonora, for the perfect woohoo.

John Conlee ~ They Also Serve

[Randy Larsen]

Here's Another...

Jake Owen ~ Startin' With Me

[Old Sarge]

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...

[AZamericonnie]

Supporting our Soldiers, Sailors, Marines, Airmen, and Coast Guardsmen
at more than 1,000 places across the U. S. and around the world.

~Tribute to Our Troops~

[MeekMom]

Good evening Fatima!
Thanks for tonight’s thread.
((hugs))

[TASMANIANRED]

Story song...Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

[txroadkill]

Every mornning at the mine, you could see him arrive.
He stood 6 foot 6, weighed 245.
Kind of broad at the shoulders, narrow at the hip.
And everybody knew you didn't give no lip to Big John.

Big John
Big John
Big Bad John
Big John

Nobody seemed to know where John called home
He just drifted into town and stayed all alone.
He didn't say much, kind of quiet and shy
And if you spoke at all, you'd just said hi to Big John.
Somebody said he came from New Orleans,
Where he got into a fight over a Cajun Queen.
And a crash and a blow from a huge right hand,
sent a Louisiana fella to the promise land.

Big John
Big John
Big bad John
Big John

Then came the day at the bottom of the mine,
when a timber cracked and men started crying.
Minors were praying, and hearts beat fast
and everybody thought they had breathed thier last
cept' John.
Through the dust and the smoke of this man made hell,
walked a giant of a man that the minors knew well.
Grabbed a sagging timber and gave out with a groan,
and like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone, Big John

Big John
Big John
Big Bad John
Big John

And with all of his strength, he gave a mighty shove.
Then a minor yelled out, 'there's a light up above!'.
And 20 men scrambled from a 'would be' grave
now there's only one left down there to save, Big John.
With jacks and timbers, they started back down,
then came that rumble way down in the ground.
And as smoke and gas belched out of that mine,
everybody knew it was the end of the line, for Big John.

Big John
Big John
Big Bad John
Big John

Now they never re-opened that worthless pit,
they just placed a marble stand in front of it.
These few words are written on that stand,
'At the bottom of this mine, lies one Hell of a man, Big John'

Big John
Big John
Big Bad John
Big John.

[185JHP]

I like “Big Iron” by Marty Robbins. It’s about a good man...

[do the dhue]

My Favorite

Devil Went down to GA

This is perty cool video too...

[The Mayor]

August 23, 2007

The Tipping Point

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READ: Romans 12:1-8

Present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God. —Romans 12:1

In his book The Tipping Point, Malcolm Gladwell observes that struggling businesses are often turned around by one key decision. Many once-foundering companies are now thriving and successful because of a choice that became the tipping point.

Although targeted to those in business management, the principle also applies to those who are committed to advancing the cause of Christ. Sometimes we find ourselves up against a wall, struggling with a decision or situation that threatens to cripple our capacity for effective service to our King. It’s at those critical junctures that we can make a “tipping point” decision to turn things around.

The decision? Surrender your will and heart to God. James 4:7 says, “Submit to God,” and Romans 12:1 tells us, “Present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God.” Be willing to sacrifice your agenda for His greater purposes.

What if Noah had told God, “I don’t do boats!” What if Joseph had not forgiven his brothers and failed to protect them from the life-threatening famine? Or what if Jesus had refused to die on the cross?

Surrender is the tipping point. When we make that choice, God can use us to do great things for Him. 

Lord, take my life and make it wholly Thine;
Fill my poor heart with Thy great love divine.
Take all my will, my passion, self and pride;
I now surrender, Lord—in me abide. —Orr
© 1986 Word Music

Surrender becomes victory when we yield to God.

Bible in One Year:   Psalms 113-115; 1 Corinthians 6

[Inspectorette]

Wille Nelson fan here:

Pancho and Lefty
The Highwayman

[Dante3]

Joan Baez's "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down"
"The Battle of New Orleans"
"Jim Bridger"

[rabidralph]

The Night the Lights Went out in Georgia. It was a spooky song when I was a kid. Lots of good songs from the ‘70s were great story songs. I guess songwriting was a lot better back then.

[ZGuy]

BEEP BEEP

While riding in my Cadillac
What to my surprise
A little Nash Rambler was following me
About one third my size
The guy musta wanted to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

I pushed my foot down to the floor
To give the guy the shake
But the little Nash Rambler stayed right behind
He still had on his brake
He musta thought his car had more guts
As he kept on tooting his horn (beep beep)
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

My car went into passing gear
And we took off with gust (whoosh)
Soon we were going ninety
Musta left him in the dust
When I peeked in the mirror of my car
I couldn’t believe my eyes
The little Nash Rambler was right behind
You’d think that guy could fly
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

Now we were doing a hundred and ten
This certainly was a race
For a Rambler to pass a Caddy
Would be a big disgrace
The guy musta wanted to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn (beep beep)
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

Now we’re going a hundred twenty
As fast as I can go
The Rambler pulled along side of me
As if we were going slow
The fella rolled down his window
And yelled for me to hear
“Hey buddy how do I get this car outa second gear?”

[getmeouttaPalmBeachCounty_FL]

One of my favorites:

Jamaica Mistaica Lyrics
Artist(Band):Jimmy Buffett

[Transcribed by Scott H]
Jamaica Mistaica
By: Jimmy Buffett
1996

Some folks say that I’ve got the perfect life.
Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife.
I fly. I sail. I throw caution to the wind.
Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean.

But every now and then
The dragons come to call.
Just when you least expect it you’ll be dodging cannon balls.
I’ve seen to much not to stay in touch with a world full of love and luck.
I’ve got a big suspicion ‘bout ammunition.
I never forget to duck.

(Chorus)
Come back
Come back
Back to Jamaica
Don’t you know we made a big mistaica
We’d be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

It was a beautiful day
The kind you want to toast
We were treetop flyin’
Movin’ west along the coast
Then we landed in the water
Just about my favorite thrill
When some asshole started firin’
When we taxied to Negril

Just about to lose my temper
As I endeavored to explain
We had only come for chicken
We were not a ganja plane
Well you should have seen there faces
When they finally realized
We were not some coked up cowboys
Sportin’ guns and alibies

(Chorus)
Come back
Come back
Back to Jamaica
Don’t you know we made a big mistaica
We’d be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

They shot from the lighthouse
They shot from the highway
They shot from the top of the cliff
They’d all gone haywire
We’re catchin’ fire
And there wasn’t even a spliff

Well the word got out
All over the island
Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin’
Some thought me crazy for bein’ way to nice
But it’s just another shitty day in paradise

Come back
Come back
Back to Jamaica
Don’t you know we made a big mistaica
We’d be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

Come back
Come back
Back to Jamaica
Don’t you know we made a big mistaica
We’d be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you, promise not to shoot you,
Promise not to shoot you out of the sky

[doug from upland]

Here is one. To the tune of I’LL HAVE TO SAY I LOVE YOU IN A SONG. This sing-along on YouTube is a request to Hillary to bring to justice a certain sexual predator — http://youtube.com/watch?v=qBTehvzkTe8