Thursday, January 18, 2007
Written around 1978 in Albuquerque I was born in Tucumcari, wen to school in T or C, My folks moved to Artesia, so I hitched to the Duke City; Did some gamblin’ in Portales, Santa Rosa, and Raton, Met a man in Bernalillo, ran away to Farmington.
Also filed in
|
|
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Written around 1976 He gets up every day at 7:30, Every morning starts the same: A quick cup of coffee, a long look at the map, And a few low calls of her name.
Also filed in
|
|
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Loosely based on an encounter with man from Brighton in Dover, 1978. On the Dover docks one night, In the middle of a barroom fight, I heard a man call out, “It’s people like you Bringin’ this country down.â€
Also filed in
|
|
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Written around 1975 for my Henry Regnery Company co-worker friend Mary Mack’s October wedding to John Eley in Chicago I knew a girl in the valley of the sycamore, And every evening she’d stand by her cagin door; And sing this song to the swaying sycamore trees, And you’d hear the words come back on […]
Also filed in
|
|
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Written around 1976 It’s a long, straight road to Cleveland And that old gray dog keeps rollin’ along; It’s a long, straight road to Cleveland And that old gray dog keeps rollin’ along.
Also filed in
|
|
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Country-western waltz written in 1976 Pullin’ off the highway to eat where there’s some room to park He orders the steak combination as it’s getting’ dark As he waits for a refill, the diner gets real still As the newest sad song fills the room.
Also filed in
|
|
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Written around 1976 Here they come up from the river, Empty pockets and sad young men; Dusty and dirty and broken down, No gold in that damned old river again.
Also filed in
|
|
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Written in New York in 1976. CHORUS: I wish the sea would roll you back to me, So I could see your face again; I wish the sea would roll you back to me, So you would marry me, And I’d feel fine again.
Also filed in
|
|
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Written around 1976. I’m wonderin’ how you miss me, And if you toss and turn at night; I’m wondering how you miss me, Do you leave on the light?
Also filed in
|
|
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Written around 1977 after hearing stories from Isabel Bridget Montague, mother of Eileen Montague Brown (my mother’s best friend) and grandmother of Pam Brown Yarbrough. Izzy left for Canada with her sister Anne in 1911, and returned to Ireland to visit but never saw her father again. He was lost at sea. Izzy’s father’s last […]
Also filed in
|
|
