Handydandy - Bob Dylan
Handy Dandy, controversy surrounds him
He been around the world and back again
Something in the moonlight still hounds him
Handy Dandy, just like sugar and candy
Handy Dandy, if every bone in his body was broken
He would never admit it
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says
“Strike up the band”, they hit it
Handy Dandy
Handy Dandy
You say, “What are ya made of?”
He says, “Can you repeat what you said?”
You’ll say, “What are you afraid of?”
He’ll say, “Nothin’ neither live nor dead”
Handy Dandy, he got a stick in his hand
And a pocket full of money
He says, “Darling, tell me the truth, how much time I got?”
She says, “You got all the time in the world, honey”
Handy Dandy
Handy Dandy
He’s got that clear crystal fountain
He’s got that soft silky skin
He’s got that fortress on the mountain
With no doors, no windows, so no thieves can break in
Handy Dandy, sitting with a girl named Nancy
In a garden feelin’ kind of lazy
He says, “Ya want a gun? I’ll give you one”
She says, “Boy, you talking crazy”
Handy Dandy, just like sugar and candy
Handy Dandy, pour him another brandy
Handy Dandy, he got a basket of flowers
And a bag full or sorrow
He finishes his drink, he gets up from the table he says
“Okay boys, I’ll see you tomorrow”
Handy Dandy, Handy Dandy, just like sugar and candy
Handy Dandy, just like sugar and candy
Abraham, Martin and John
Dion
Here’s Emmylou Harris covering:
emmylou harris abraham martin and john
Read: Psalm 112
In the African country where my friend Roxanne lives, water is a precious commodity. People often have to travel long distances to collect water from small, contaminated creeksleading to sickness and death. Its difficult for organizations like orphanages and churches to serve the people because of a lack of water. But thats beginning to change.
Through Roxannes leadership and the unselfish gifts of some loving people in established churches, clean water wells are being dug. At least six new wells are now operational, allowing churches to be centers of hope and encouragement. A health center and a home for 700 orphans will also be able to be opened because of access to water.
Thats the kind of love that can flow from believers in Christ when we have experienced the love and generosity of God. Paul says in 1 Corinthians 13 that if we dont have love, our voices clang on peoples ears and our faith means nothing. And the apostle John says that if we have material possessions and see others in need and take action, thats evidence that Gods love is abiding in us (1 John 3:16).
God desires that we deal graciously (Ps. 112:5) with those in need, for His heart is gracious toward us.
Anybody mention a little tune about Elizabeth Reed yet?
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=22MRGWnPPIU
Gene Pitney - (The Man Who Shot) Liiberty Valance
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDN4L7cAQf0
"Suite: Judy Blue Eyes" is one of my favorites. It was written by Stephen Stills about Judy Garland.
Elvira - Oak Ridge Boys
Barbara Ann - Beach Boys
Long Tall Sally - Little Richard
Sara Smile - Hall & Oates
Ya gotta help me, Rhonda,
Wake up Little Susie
All day, all night, Mary Ann
Norman
James, James hold the ladder steady
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
Barb Barb Barb Barb Barbra Ann
Hang down your head Tom Dooley
When you and I were young, Maggie
Jean, Jean youre young and alive
I dream of Jeanie with the little brown hair
Irene goodnight Irene
Me and Bobby Magee
Delta Dawn
When Johnnie comes marching home again
Im Henry the Eighth I am
Maria, I just kissed a girl named Maria
Her name was Mary, Mary
“People Lie” by J.J. Cale
BIG BAD JOHN ~ Jimmy Dean 1961
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnnHprUGKF0
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Big Bad John
written by Jimmy Dean and Roy Acuff
Every morning at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew, ya didn’t give no lip to Big John
Big Bad John
Nobody seemed to know where John called home
He just drifted into town and stayed all alone
He didn’t say much, he’s kinda quiet and shy
And if you spoke at all, he just said, “Hi” to Big John
Somebody said he came from New Orleans
Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen
And a crashing blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Louisiana fellow to the Promised Land, Big John
Big Bad John
Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber cracked and men started crying
Miners were praying and hearts beat fast
And everybody thought that they’d breathed their last, except John
Through the dust and the smoke of this man made hell
Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well
Grabbed a sagging timber, gave out with a groan
And like a giant Oak tree, he just stood there alone, Big John
Big Bad John
And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove
Then a miner yelled out, “There’s a light up above”
And twenty 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 then smoke and gas belched out of that mine
Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big John
Big Bad John
Now they never reopened 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 a big, big, man, Big John
WWII train station goodbye song:
She kissed him at the station as he went off in his uniform.
Billy Currington - People Are Crazy
Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands - Bob Dylan
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
Oh, who do they think could bury you ?
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk, And you face like glass
Who among them do they think could carry you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
Who among them can think he could outguess you ?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And you wouldn’t know it would happen like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you ?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners, and your mother’s drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side ?
How could they ever mistake you ?
They wished you’d accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now, which you just can’t help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you ?
Now you stand with your thief, you’re on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
Who among them do you think could destroy you ?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?
Hats Off to Larry--Del Shannon (1961)
People are Strange.
The Doors