Author: Jim

Desvairada

Jim,



Doce de Coco

Jim,


Alfred Hitchcock Theme

Jim,

Reel de Joie

Jim,


Whoa Mule, Whoa!

Jim,



Poplar Bluff

Jim,




The Right String (But the Wrong Yo-Yo)

Jim,

—Speckled Red (Rufus George Perryman) 1930

You've got the right string, mama

But the wrong yo-yo
Don't come by here with your hard luck story
I passed this mo'nin' by the hardware store
I bought a brand new string
For my yo-yo

Went on down to the doctor
To get the string put on
He turned around
And put the string on wrong
No need to knockin' on nobody's door
You got the right string mama
But the wrong yo-yo

Get away from the window
Don't you knock on my door
You know your string don't fit my yo yo
You got the right string mama
But the wrong yo-yo

Mama told me, papa did too
Some of these women be the death of you'
You better find out which you crave
Some a-these women gonna
Take you to yo grave!

Now you see me comin'
Put your man outdoors
I ain't no stranger, I been here, before
No need a-knockin' on nobody's door
The right string, baby but the wrong yo-yo

Verse:

VI II V I
Alternate verses:

I took my yo-yo

And I went down town

I yo-yoed up

And I yo-yoed down

Looked in the window

Of a ten cent store

Everbody stood there looking

At my yo-yo

Saw this good looking redhead

Cute as could be

I said, "Hey, honey

You look just right for me"

But some dude walked up behind me

And said kinda low

"You got the right string, sonny

But that's my yo-yo"



Freight Train Boogie

Jim,

—Delmore Brothers
Casey Jones he was a mighty man

But now he's resting in the promised land

The kind of music he could understand

Was an eight wheel driver under his command
   
Chorus:
He made the freight train boogie

All the time

He made the freight train boogie

As he rolled down the line

He woke up the people all along the line
Oh how the boy can make a whistle whine
He said to the fireman, get a hold of you seat
I'm gonna make this ride to the boogie beat

Chorus

When the fireman started ringing the bell

Everybody on the line could tell

Casey Jones he was a coming to town,

On a big eight wheeler that was burnin' (flat on) the ground

Chorus

Verse:

I I V – I I
I I V – I I

Chorus:

IV IV I I
V IV I I



Red Wing

Jim,

—F.A Mills & Thurland Chattaway 1907

There once't lived an Indian maid
A shy little prairie maid
Who sang all day, her love song gay
While on the plains she whiled away the day
She loved a warrior bold
This shy little maid of old
But brave an' gay, he rode one day
To the battle far away

Chorus:
Now, the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
The breezes sighing, the nightbirds crying
Far, o far, beneath the stars
Her love is sleeping
While Red Wings weeping
Her heart away

She watched for hm day and night
She kept all the camp fires bright
And under the stars each night she would lie
And dream of his coming bye an' bye
But when the braves returned
The heart of Red Wing yourned
And far, far, away, her warrior gay
Fell bravely in the frae

Verse:

I I IV I
V I II V
I I IV I
V I II – V I

Chorus:

IV IV I I
V V I I
IV IV I I
V V I I


And then there's Oscar Brand's version…

There once was an Indian maid who always was afraid
That some buckaroo would make it up her cou
As she lay sleeping in the shade.
She had an idea grand: she filled it up with sand.
And no buckaroo would get into her cou
And reach the promised land.

Chorus 1:
Oh, the Moon shines down on pretty Red Wing
As she lay sleeping, a cowboy creeping
With his one good eye he was a-peeping
He hoped to reach the promised land.

Now, he was a cowboy wise and got upon her thighs;
With an old rubber boot on the end of his toot
He made poor Red Wing open up her eyes.
But, once she came to life, she grabbed her Bowie knife.
With one quick pass, this Indian lass shortened his love life.

Chorus 2:
Oh, the Moon shines down on pretty Red Wing
As she lay sleeping, her trophy keeping.
And, no more do the boys come whoring.
[alt: And no longer do the boys try scoring.]
And Red Wing's happy all her life!


Reunion

Jim,

—Bob Amos

There are songs that we play at the end of the day,
And their sweet words and melodies tell
Of a wonderful time when all friends reunite
And never again say farewell.

Chorus:
And I'll meet you there, I will meet you there,
I will meet you there, my friends.
I will lead you over the hills
In the land of our long journeys' end,
And we'll all sing together again.

Oh, it's sad when you find with the passage of time
that the moments too soon slip away,
so instead let us hold to the wonderful hope
that we'll all be together someday.

Chorus
Chorus

Verse:

I I I I
V V I I  :|

Chorus:

VIm IIIm IV V
IV – V I V VIm
V I