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

[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*

[SevenofNine]

Rack itt Fatima actually song I related to is Johnny Cash ring of fire and Frank Sinatra MY WAY
Well report from Interfax wire more report of Vlady flying his plane did you see that cheesecake photo of Vlady on UK Guardian is me or what is that so gay

[STARWISE]

Hi kath .. she’s cute. Having rain?

[fatima]

Ray Stevens - Ahab The Arab
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNBQLAqhFkU :)

[fatima]

Thanks Scarchin,both posted:)

[Dick Vomer]

Lighthouse Tale-Nicklecreek

Down on Mainstreet-Bob Segar

Operator, Roller Derby Queen, Rapid Roy the Stockcar Boy, Working At the Carwash Blues-Jim Croce

Needle and the Damage Done-Neil Young

Cinderella-Firefall

Gimme Two Steps-Lynard Skynard

Alice's Resteraunt-Arlo Guthrie

Patches-Clarence Carter

Same Old Lang Syne -Dan Fogleberg

Streets of Bakersfield-Dwight Yokum and Buck Owens

Wonderful Tonight-Eric Clapton

Amarillo by Morning, Designated Drinker, Check Yes or No, She'll leave you with a smile....my all time favorite George Strait

Me and Bobbie McGee-Janice Joplin

You were Meant for me-Jewel

The Good Stuff-Kenny Chesney

Danny's Song-Loggins and Messina

Merry Christmas From the Family-and The Road Goes on Forever-Robert Earl Keen

[upsdriver]

Teddy Bear; Red Sovine

[fatima]

:)Tompall And The Glaser Bros - Put Another Log On The Fire
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QQOkDbbte4

[StarCMC]

I gotta think about this one...

Maybe Johnny Horton’s “War of 1814”

[StarCMC]

Make that “The Battle of New Orleans.”

Also liked Gordon Lightfoot’s “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitsgerald”

[fatima]

Sorry i could not find it Poser.Did find Frank Zappa-Cosmic Debris http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgujWm0TrJA&mode=related&search=

[StarCMC]

Alice's Resteraunt-Arlo Guthrie

Oh yeah!! And what about "Sing Ring and the Glass Guitar" by....???

[fatima]

Heeheee:)Julie Brown - Homecoming Queens got a gun
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8hxCpAdCJI

[monkapotamus]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUlRhetVxNY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRlj5vjp3Ko

[Alkhin]

I have to chime in for The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald too.

Here is a YouTube rendition

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.

With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.

The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind

When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.

The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.

They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.

[fatima]

Hard ones but I did find Leaving on a jet plane- peter, paul and mary http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fa3h3pnhg8s

[geopyg]

God’s Own Drunk - Sung by Jimmy Buffett

By: Lord Buckley
1974

Well, like I explained to y’all before I ain’t no drinkin’ man. I tried it once, and it got me highly irregular and I swore I’d never do it again. but I promised my brother-in-law that I’d watch his still while he went into town to vote.

It was up there on the mountain where the map said it would be. friends let me tell you one thing though, it wadn’t no ordinary still. it stood up that mountainside like... like a huge golden opal.

God’s yellar moon was a’ shinin’ on the cool clear evenin’, god’s little lanterns just a’ twinklin’ on and off in the heavens and, like I explained to you once before, I ain’t no drinkin’ man, but temptation got the best of me, and I took a slash... (wshew!... woah...) that yellar whiskey runnin’ down my throat tasted like honeydew vine water, and I took another slash. took another and another an
Ther. ’fore you knew it I’d downed one whole jug o’ that shit and commenced to get hot flashes.

Goosepimples was runnin’ up and down my body and a feelin’ came over me like, somethin’ I’d never experienced before, it’s like, like I was in love,

(why don’t we have a little love mike [utley])

In love for the first time, with anything that moved... animate, in-animate it didn’t matter. it’s like there’s a great neon sign flashin’ on and off in my brain sayin, Jimmy Buffett - you fool. There’s a great day acomin’... ’cause I was drunk.

Now I wasn’t, uh, knee-crawlin’, slip-slidin’, reggy-youngin’, commode-huggin’ drunk. I was god’s own drunk, and a fearless man; and that’s when I first saw the bear.

He was a kodiak lookin’ fella ’bout 19 feet tall he rambled up over the hill ’spectin’ me to do one of two things: flip or fly, I didn’t do either one. it hung him up. he starts sniffin’ ’round tryin’ to smell fear, but he ain’t gonna smell no fear, ’cause I’m god’s own drunk and a fearless man. it hung him up. He looked me right in my eyes and my eyes was a lot redder than his was. Hung him up.

So I approached him and I said, mr. bear, I love every hair on your 27 acre body. I know you got a lotta friends over there on the other side of the hill. there’s ole’ rear bear, tall bear, billy bear, kelly bear, relly bear, smelly the bear, smokey the bear, pokey the bear; I want you to go back over there tonight and tell ’em I’m feelin’ right. you tell ’em I love each and every on ’em like a brother and a sister; but if they give me any trouble tonight, I’m gonna run every goddamned one of ’em off the hill.

He took two steps backwards and didn’t know what to think. neither did I - scared the hell out of me. But, being charitable and cautious, well hell, I approached him again. I said, mr. bear, you know in the eyes of the Lord, we’re both beasts when it comes right down to it. so I want you to be my buddy, ’buddy bear.’ so I took ole’ buddy bear by his island sized paw and I led him over to the still. now he’ Sniffin’ around that thing ’cause he’s smellin’ somethin’ good. I gave him one of them jugs of honeydew vine water, he downed it upright, (looked like one of them damn bears in the circus sippin sasparilly in the moonlight.) I gave him another and another and another ’fore I knew it, he’d downed eight of ’em and commenced to do the bear dance. two sniffs, a snort, a fly, a turn A grunt; and it was so simple like the jitterbug it plumb evaded me.

And we worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar and i’s awful tired, went over to the hillside, and I laid down, went to sleep, slept for four hours, and dreamt me some tremulous dreams. And when I woke up, there was god’s yellar moon a’ shinin’ on the clear cool evenin’. and god’s little lanterns just a’ twinklin’ on and off in the heavens, and my buddy the bear was a’ missin’... yeah,

Want to know somethin’ else friends and neighbors, so was that still.

[fatima]

check the posts we have it :)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Thanks, Troops & Veterans, for your service to our country.

Tompall Glaser ~ Put Another Log On the Fire (Male Chauvinist National Anthem)

[fatima]

Sure Old Flat Toad-Slapped by a gang.heeeheee

[HiJinx]

Nice little ballad here by Jerry Reed...