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Favorite "Story Songs"Tell us your Favorite "Songs That Tell a Story".Freeper Canteen 9~7~12`
Posted on 09/06/2012 5:03:56 PM PDT by fatima
~Favorite Story Song's~
Tanya Tucker - Delta Dawn
Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on Could it be a faded rose from days gone by And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today To take you to his mansion in the sky
She's forty-one and her daddy still calls her "baby" All the folks around Brownsville say she's crazy 'Cause she walks around town with a suitcase in her hand Looking for a mysterious dark-haired man
In her younger days they called her Delta Dawn Prettiest woman you ever laid eyes on Then a man of low degree stood by her side And promised her he'd take her for his bride
Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on Could it be a faded rose from days gone by And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today To take you to his mansion in the sky
*Video*
Sammy Davis Jnr "Mr Bojangles"
I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you In worn out shoes Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants The old soft shoe
He jumped so high He jumped so high Then he'd lightly touched down
Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Dance
I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was Down and out He looked to me to be the eyes of age As he spoke right out
He talked of life He talked of life He lightly slapped his leg instead
He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick Across the cell He grabbed his pants for a better stance He jumped so high He clicked his heels
He let go a laugh He let go a laugh Shook back his clothes all around
Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Dance
We danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs Throughout the south We spoke in tears of fifteen years How his dog and him They travelled about
His dog up and died He up and died After twenty years he still grieves
They said I dance now at every chance and honky tonks For drinks and tips But most the time I spend behind these county bars Cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask please
Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Dance
Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles
*Video*
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To: Delhi Rebels
Thanks, just writing about it brought the tune back into my head and I realized the voice wasn’t Goldsboro’s. Appreciate the correction though.
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:45:49 PM PDT
by
MHGinTN
(Being deceived can be cured.)
To: gorush
gorush!!
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:46:45 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)))
To: wastedyears
wastedyears!!
223
posted on
09/06/2012 6:48:32 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)))
To: fatima
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:49:12 PM PDT
by
Publius
(Leadership starts with getting off the couch.)
To: fatima
Hold the Line--the Weavers (1950)--The story of the 1949 Peekskill riots--a view from left field.
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:51:53 PM PDT
by
Fiji Hill
(Deo Vindice!)
To: Dante3
“I Sang Dixie” - Dwight Yoakum
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:52:14 PM PDT
by
Dante3
To: Delhi Rebels
Funny story from about the time that song came out.
We had just bought our first house, a split foyer, and the first Saturday in that house I was kind of afraid my son —who was only four— would have trouble finding little firends on the cul de sac. I had been out of town all week and awoke Saturday morning to the TV in the downsatirs den blaring. Went to the kitchen and could not find any cereal or milk! Down in the den, my son had two little girls with him on the floor feasting on cereals and watching cartoons. He was a cute little guy ...
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:52:25 PM PDT
by
MHGinTN
(Being deceived can be cured.)
To: Billthedrill
Said to be a biography of Alexander Solzhenitsyn (sp?).
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:53:55 PM PDT
by
DuncanWaring
(The Lord uses the good ones; the bad ones use the Lord.)
To: Fiji Hill
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:54:05 PM PDT
by
Publius
(Leadership starts with getting off the couch.)
To: Sir Francis Dashwood
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:54:44 PM PDT
by
HiTech RedNeck
(let me ABOs run loose, lew (or is that lou?))
To: fatima
Good night and rest well, fatima...((HUGS))...I can help when I get home. Thank you!!!
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:55:52 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)))
To: MHGinTN
That line about taking the neighborhood to the show and the money tree just stuck in my head somehow. It’s been there since I can remember.
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:57:28 PM PDT
by
Delhi Rebels
(There was a row in Silver Street - the regiments was out.)
To: jazusamo
jaz!!
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:57:28 PM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(((~RIP Brian...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)))
To: fatima
Bob Seger, Against the Wind.
Dylan, Tangled Up in Blue.
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:57:37 PM PDT
by
Slicksadick
(Go out on a limb........Its where the fruit is.)
To: fatima
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:57:43 PM PDT
by
Publius
(Leadership starts with getting off the couch.)
To: fatima
Songwriters: FOGELBERG, DAN
Met my old lover in the
grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas Eve
I stole behind her in the
frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve
She didn’t recognize the
face at first
But then her eyes flew
open wide
She went to hug me and she
spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried.
We took her groceries to the
checkout stand
The food was totalled up and
bagged
We stood there lost in our
embarrassment
As the conversation dragged.
We went to have ourselves
a drink or two
But couldn’t find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at
the liquor store
And we drank it in her car.
We drank a toast to
innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond
the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
She said she’d married her
an architect
Who kept her warm and safe
and dry
She would have liked to say she
loved the man
But she didn’t like to lie.
I said the years had been a
friend to her
And that her eyes were still
as blue
But in those eyes I wasn’t
sure if I saw
Doubt or gratitude.
She said she saw me in the
record stores
And that I must be doing well
I said the audience was
heavenly
But the traveling was hell.
We drank a toast to
innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond
the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another ‘auld lang syne’...
The beer was empty and our
tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away.
Just for a moment I was
back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make
my way back home
The snow turned into rain —
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posted on
09/06/2012 6:57:47 PM PDT
by
Pharmboy
(Democrats lie because they must.)
To: Kathy in Alaska
LOL! Who knew! Thanks, Kathy! :)
237
posted on
09/06/2012 6:58:24 PM PDT
by
luvie
(All my heroes wear camos)
To: fatima
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posted on
09/06/2012 7:02:24 PM PDT
by
Publius
(Leadership starts with getting off the couch.)
To: fatima
Skynard - Curtis Lowe
Emerson Lake and Palmer - Benny the Bouncer
Frank Zappa - Cosmik Debris
To: fatima
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posted on
09/06/2012 7:02:41 PM PDT
by
Fiji Hill
(Deo Vindice!)
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