The first presentation of my show was given in May, 1883, at Omaha, which I had then chosen as my home. From there we made our first summer tour, visiting practically every important city in the country.
quote by Buffalo Bill
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The City Vs. The Country
In the city where the colours run dry,
Or in the country where the farmers grow rye.
In the city where there are fees,
Or in the country where beauty is free.
In the city where there are loud crowds,
Or in the country where you can watch clouds.
In the city where you camp out in your room,
Or in the country where you have fun dancing with a broom.
In the city where there are polluting cars,
Or in the county where you can see stars.
In the city where you seal the deal,
Or in the country where you can heal.
In the city where you say later,
Or in the country where you can see the water.
In the city where space is tight,
Or in the country where you hold their hand in the moonlight.
Written by Haley McRae,14.
poem by Haley McRae
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Romace in the moonlight
In the city where the colours run dry
Or in the country where the colour green is applied
In the city where there are polluting cars
Or in the country where you can see the stars
In the city there are gangs, all full of violence
Or in the country where there is only silence
In the city where the air, its so thick
Or in the country where you dont feel sick
In the city where you seal the deal
Or in the country where it is a place to heal
In the city every corner is a fight
But in the city the romance is in the moonlight
poem by Nicole Buckland
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La Gonave
La gonave I see your mist
La gonave well I know youre kissed
By the same sea of trouble
That stretches back home
La gonave
Youve got troubles of your own
Yes I got troubles
Wont you come on and see
I got my needs just follow me
But they gonna ease by and by
If you tell all the people
That its no lie
You only came for forty eight hours
Didnt realise how useless I was
Came to you for the nation sells lies
Lord knows but I still feel helpless
La gonave I dont feel good
La gonave do you think I should
Turn my back and walk away
La gonave tell me what to say
If Id been at home
Would you telephone me
Im situated across the sea
But its a small world from any point
Of view
Spare a thought
This could have been you
You shook my senses
Took my time
Froze my feeling
Broke my mind
La gonave youve played your part
La gonave you sure got heart
Didnt leave my heart in san francisco
Didnt want to stay in omaha
Never got fooled by new york city
But I lost my heart to la gonave
Didnt leave my heart in san francisco
Didnt want to stay in omaha
Never got fooled by new york city
But I lost my heart to la gonave
Didnt leave my heart in san francisco
Didnt want to stay in omaha
Never got fooled by new york city
But I lost my heart to la gonave
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Left the ranch in 1883, went to California, going through the States and territories, reached Ogden the latter part of 1883, and San Francisco in 1884.
quote by Calamity Jane
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Back Home
Yeah yeah yeah
Well Im going back this summer to ohio
Im gonna seek out all my friends Ive always known
Im goin back to that farm that I remember
Well Im goin to spend this summer back home
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Im gonna get up every morning before the roosters
Ill run downstairs fix my breakfast all alone
Ill milk those cows feed the chickens and the horses
Well Im gonna spend this summer back home
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Ill eat everything that ma puts on the table
When I get back you wont believe how Ive grown
Ill hit the sack early everynight thinkin bout tomorrow whoa oh
Well Im gonna spend this summer back home
Back home, back home, back home
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Thats what Im gonna do thats where Im gonna be, thats this summer
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up every morning
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Hey woo feels okay back home
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home
song performed by by Beach Boys
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A Country Boy At Heart
No matter what city I live in
it will never be home to me
my home is the wide-open spaces
in the heart of the countryside.
Where fields stretch to the horizon,
changing colours with the seasons
as they fall upon us for a while.
I’m a country boy at heart;
in the country is where my heart is free.
Away from the city turmoil
and the rush of vacant minds
breathing in the cool clear air
with no worries about time.
No bleating of irate horns
only the twittering of birds
winging they way through
the freeways of the sky.
Yes, I’m a country boy at heart
that is the place I want to be.
In the country where my heart is free.
5 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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Country Girl
(copyright nazareth, tiflis tunes,inc.- ascap)
You are a girl from the country
Your eyes remind me of the sun
You came to visit in the city
And won the hearts of everyone
You are a girl from the country
Your hair is colored like the corn
I have never been outside the city
I am no friend to anyone
Chorus:
Country girl wont you stay a while
Wont you stay a while with me
Country girl wont you stay a while
Let me see you smile for me
Lead
You are a girl from the country
Before you came I was alone
Please say youll take me to the country
And let me share your country home
Chorus
song performed by by Nazareth
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Show Me The Meaning Of Home
Home is your paradise
Home is your sanctuary
Show me the meaning of home
A home is the person residency
And in your home you can rest in peace
Because you won't find any violence inside of your home
Also at home during the Summer months the birds will at your porch
And you will be able to hear them singing early in the morning
But the good thing about Summer is that the days are longer
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Hey You
Youre living in a small town
The people there are cold
Just living in a small town
Just doing as youre told
You move up to the jungle
You find that its a hell
When you slip, you fall, you stumble
They lock you in a cell
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, all your friends told you in your small town
Hey you, youve got it made
Just living in your home town
Sometimes its kinda cruel
Living in your home town
Where they treat you like a fool
You move up to the city
You find that its tough
And it doesnt seem very pretty
Now youre sleeping in the rough
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you
Youve got it made
Hey you
Youre heading for the big time
Hey you, youve got it made
Youre headed for a life of crime
Living in this jungle
Its like living in a hell
When you slip, you fall, you stumble
They lock you in a cell
You move out to the country
For something you have done
Youre living in the country
Why dont you go back to where you come from?
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Forget all these backslappers
You dont stand a chance
Why dont you go home?
Go right back to where you come from
Dont get involved in this masquerade
This big city is going to eat you up
All the backslapping
Hey you, youve got it made
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Take Me Back To The Country
Well this big city life is gettin me down
Theres just too many people around
Theres dirt in the air and crime in the street
High-rise buildings and cold concrete
This rat race sure enough takes a toll
I wanna run off to my fishin hole
Take me back take me back
Take me back to the country
Take me back take me back
Take me back to the country
Chorus:
Where the stars at night
Outshine those city lights
Take me back to the country
Where the eagles fly
And the treetops touch the sky
Take me back to the country
This traffic jam is makin me mad
I miss the simple life I had
Peace and quite runnin free
I wanna go home to my family
Im sick of the clock, sick of the phone
Out in the country my times my own
Take me back take me back
Take me back to the country
Take me back take me back
Take me back to the country
Chorus:
Where the stars at night
Outshine those city lights
Take me back to the country
Where the eagles fly
And the treetops touch the sky
Take me back to the country
Where the stars at night
Outshine those city lights
Take me back to the country
Where the eagles fly
And the treetops touch the sky
Take me back to the country
Take me back to the country
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Visiting Aunts
This is a memory from my childhood, when I was about Nine years old.
The visiting Aunts have come through the door,
They haven't been here for six months or more,
Their presence is such an incredible bore,
Well I think so!
The visiting Aunts are so out of date,
I soon noticed that when they came through the gate,
Their dresses date back to nineteen-o-eight,
Well I think so!
The visiting Aunts have kisses that smother,
With whiskery chins as one will discover,
Each one is just as bad as the other,
Well I think so!
The visiting Aunts look all around our place,
Tutting and waving their hands, so the lace
Which encircles their wrists shakes a pace,
Why don't they go!
The visiting Aunts are staying to tea,
They're both very fat and will eat more than me,
There'll be nothing left, just you wait and see,
I told you so!
The visiting Aunts they gossip away,
About this and that and 'not in our day',
They never will listen to what others say,
I really feel low!
The visiting Aunts say it's a disgrace,
The way I'm allowed to get dirt on my face,
And go running around with an undone shoelace,
Well, I can't tie a bow!
The visiting Aunts have had 'forty winks',
Mother had said they will go soon, she thinks,
They're both motionless like a couple of sphinx,
Why don't they go!
The visiting Aunts are off down the lane,
Thank goodness they've gone now, they're really a pain, .
I hope that they never visit again,
Please, days go slow!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Oh To Be Out In The Country
A hot day in the city and scarce a puff of breeze
Oh to be out in the country in the cool shade of the trees
In the shadow of the wattles leafing through a favourite book
Listening to the coot and black duck calling in the quiet brook.
Oh to be out in the country on this sunny Summer's day
In the hills above Wonthaggi more than eighty miles away
In the shadow of the gum trees many miles from city street
Stretched and resting on the fog grass sheltering from the mid day heat.
I feel tired of city living city life's a hard old slog
And I am sick of man's pollution sick of breathing smoke and smog
Oh to be out in the country by a creek enjoying a beer
In a World free of pollution many miles away from here.
A hot day in the city near thirty five degrees
Oh to be out in the country in the cool shade of the trees
In the shadow of the gum trees many miles from city street
Stretched and resting on the fog grass sheltering from the mid day heat.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Loneliness Of A Homecoming
the man older than me
(by 20 years) writes about his
going back home
(after 30 years of working
in the U.S.) AND he was
talking about
changes: the old house where he
spent his childhood
was demolished giving way to a new
mall,
the creek was reclaimed
for an italian restaurant
the park is still there
dotting with the younger generation
who cannot recognize him
neither him knowing them
he is a stranger now in his
hometown
all his friends are gone
some dead
some went away to find greener
pastures abroad
canada, new zealand
dubai, malaysia
others have gone underground
wanted rebels of the
system
he is practically alone now
perhaps regretting why he
came back
what made him do that?
he has no home now, he has no country,
no people.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Paniolo Country
Places I have been,
cities I have seen,
with concrete caverns rising from the ground.
Miles and miles of asphalt trail,
stretch across a land,
stampeding meadow ponies leaving smoke along the way...
I'm going back to paniolo county,
stars at night
no city lights.
Paniolo country, my home on the range.
I made up my mind, won't waste any time
I'm going back to where the clouds ride high.
take my word its pretty, not like the great big city
the winds still bring cool clear mountian air.
I'm going back to paniolo country
rain drops fall, the grass grows tall
paniolo county, my home on the range.
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Toting around a full orchestra on tour is very ambitious. I would consider doing a show now and then, like do a show at Radio City or Carnegie Hall with a full orchestra.
quote by Vanessa Carlton
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City Man You'd Best Go Back To Town
City man you'd best go back to town
If living in the country gets you down
And though the songbirds sing with voices sweet
You'd much prefer the noisy city street.
These rural towns are quiet as quiet can be
There's so little to do and less to see
Save go into a pub and drink your fill
And come out feeling much more lonely still.
Pleasant is the music of the thrushes
And fragrant is the scent of flowering bushes
Here the air is pure and free of taint
But you would rather live midst smoke and paint.
City man you miss your city kin
You've little in common with rural men,
You've little love for peaceful country life,
You'd much prefer to live where noise is rife.
You are like a fisherman ashore
He find inland life is quite a bore
Unhappy the poor fisherman will be
Until he returns to his beloved sea.
City man the city's calling you
Go bid the lonely countryside adieu,
Your urge for city living's always strong
It is where a man is raised that he belong.
City man go back to your own kind
And leave this sense of loneliness behind
Country life it isn't to your taste
Go back home to the city in a haste.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The City Down There
When I drive home from work,
on the perimeter of the hill where I live,
and will forever,
I look to the right
at the city over there, and then
to the left, toward home;
my thoughts scale the incline
before I do.
Living above the city
seems more important than it did
when pretty girls and the swirls
of crowds aroused me, sustained me.
Urban persuasions undulate down there—
music, cafes, dance—romance. Up there,
only the dahlias are dancing,
the only diva the sparrow,
the day ends at 10 PM not 2.
Up there
the exuberance is defined
in the breeze. The air
above the city ignites,
like colliding weather fronts,
as the spirit of the city
waves goodbye
while I motor on up the hill.
poem by Sonny Rainshine
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The End Of The Tour
Theres a girl with a crown and a scepter
Whos on wlsd
And she says that the scene isnt what its been
And shes thinking of going home
That its old and its totally over now
And its old and its over, its over now
And its over, its over, its over now
I can see myself
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If theres any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if youre still around
Then well meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So well meet at the end of the tour
Never to part since the day we met
Out on interstate 91
I was bent metal you were a flaming wreck
When we kissed at the overpass
I was sailing along with the people
Driving themselves to distraction inside me
Then came a knock on the door which was odd
And the picture abruptly changed
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If theres any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if youre still around
Then well meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So well meet at the end of the tour
This was the vehicle these were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle these were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle these were the people
You let them go
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If theres any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if youre still around
Then well meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So well meet at the end of the tour
And were never gonna tour again
No, were never gonna tour again
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Tearin Up The Country
Playin a pavilion on the outskirts of town,
Playin where my roller derby rolls.
Just a part time music man, a nobody at the plant,
Im tearin up the country with a song.
Mom and papa told me son, you gotta go to school;
Only way to make the famly proud.
I paid no attention, left my books at home,
Rather play my music real loud.
Tearin up the country with a song.
Tearin up the country with a song.
I paid no attention, left my books at home,
Rather play my music real loud.
Play it loud, now! woo!
Tearin up the country with a song.
Tearin up the country with a song.
I paid no attention, left my books at home,
Rather play my music real loud.
Ran into a dry spell, seemed nowhere to go.
Good luck turned the tide, Im on my way.
I remember loadin big trucks when the summer sun was hot,
You know I could still be there, but Im not.
Tearin up the country with a song.
Tearin up the country with a song.
I remember loadin big trucks when the summer sun was hot,
You know I could still be there, but Im not.
Tearin up the country with a song.
Im tearin up the country with a song.
I remember loadin big trucks when the summer sun was hot,
You know I could still be there, but Im not.
song performed by by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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I had actually been on tour in Japan and I had my own world tour that I was doing. I was used to doing a show for an hour, so I was always learning choreography.
quote by Christina Milian
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