Texas Lullaby
Tom johnston
Sittin by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burnin down
Watchin the golden crops in the field just growin without a sound
I was a boy raised in the country and its still a part of me
And you see no matter where I go its a beautiful memory
Rise with sun at the break of day, lookin out my window
Its the same as yesterday
Sittin under an old oak tree, pickin my guitar in the shade
That old tree spreadin over my head is the closest friend I made
Just me and some lonely wooden music, floatin through air
The grass is rustlin and the birds are singin and my heart dont have a care
Still another day finds me in the fields, sweat is soakin up my ragged clothes
But Id rather work than steal
Watchin the sun settle down over open texas land, looking at the cattle and the horses runnin wild as they can
Life was different in the old days, you just get a days work done
When you were finished workin in the fields, there was chores at home to be done
I was always hearin music, always wanna play me some
As a full-time friend or the way to ease the end of a woman that swayed me some
Hearin those tunes always had a way of soothin out my soul
When times got hard and work got slow it was music that kept me whole
Sun beatin down through the trees, gets so hot bring a workin man to his knees
Part of my heart, part of my soul, part of a melody
Hands are clappin and people swayin in simple harmony
Life was different in the old days, you just get a days work done
When you finished workin in the fields there was chores at home to be done
Late in the evenin on the front porch when the sun is settin in the west
Me and the boys pass around the bottle and sing what we like best
Sing about our wives, sing about our children, singin out the delta blues
Were simple folks and we like it that way, got nothin left to lose
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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My Kinda Life
Right from early days from the moment I was born
I would take my guitar in the early early mornin
And go down to the fields and play-ay-ay
Sittin down there in the long grass strummin
I could see the people from miles around comin
To hear me sing my music and play-ay-ay
Well thats been my kinda life my kinda life (yes and I like it)
Well thats been my kinda life my kinda life (yes and I like it)
Well thats been my kinda life yeah and I wouldnt spend it anywhere
Other than sittin down somewhere playin away my days
Well we made it to the city just me and my guitar
That was where I found a freaky little bar
I sat there on the stage and play-ay-ayed
Well up came a guy who said it wasnt plastic
He wanted me to sing away my life or something drastic
But all I wanna do is play-ay-ay
Well thats been my kinda life my kinda life (yes and I like it)
Well thats been my kinda life my kinda life (yes and I like it)
Well thats been my kinda life yeah and I wouldnt spend it anywhere
Other than sittin down somewhere playin away my days
Well fame and fortune Ive let them pass me by
No one in the country could say I didnt try
To turn the people and to play-ay-ay
You can keep all the money and the places that go with it
Cos all I want is freedom and no cash could ever get it
All I wanna do is play-ay-ay
Well thats been my kinda life my kinda life (yes and I like it)
Well thats been my kinda life my kinda life (yes and I like it)
Well thats been my kinda life yeah and I wouldnt spend it anywhere
Other than sittin down somewhere playin away my days
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Music Man
Recently Ive been thinkin about what I am and where my priorities lie
Gettin it together on some future plan, decidin what I need to get by
I tried workin and schoolin but there just not my plan, oh no
Cant ya see Ill always be a music man
Well I could be pickin bluegrass or singin the blues,
It doesnt really matter to me
As long as Im playin the music I just cant lose,
And noones gonna tell me differently
Cause all I really care about is sittin right here in my hands,
Oh yeah
Cant ya see Ill always be a music man
Well my momma sits and worries about me for days
Even though she really likes the way the boy plays
My daddy tells her Im just goin through a phase
But thats just what he always says
I hear what theyre sayin but I take it with a grain of sand, oh yeah
Cant ya see Ill always be a music man
(repeat) yeah
(solo)
Well my momma sits and worries about me for days
Even though she really likes the way the boy plays
My daddy tells her that Im goin through a phase
But thats just what he always says
I hear what theyre sayin but I take it with a grain of sand, oh yeah
Cant ya see Ill always be a music man
Well Ive told you my story now heres what Ive found
To be happy you need only be real
So dont let anyone try to turn your head around
Just remember you are what you feel
You see all of my life people been tryin to tell me what I am, oh yeah
Cant ya see Ill always be a music man, oh yeah
(repeat)
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Working Up A Sweat
Aw, When you touch there, honey
Makes my blood perspire
You got my body flaming
Like a California fire
Pulsing, pounding, pushing
No longer in control
Heatwave in my brain
Smolder in my soul
You got me workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get
Spontaneous combustion
Scientific fact
But your approach to friction
An unnatural act
Bells I hear ain't fire drills
I hope you understand
It's a bona fide five alarmer
Melting in my hand
You got me workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Yeah, yeah
I've been playing all night long
'Bout time I was gettin' home
But I've, ooh
Dante's famed inferno
Was a trip to hell and back
But you and a bottle in a cheap hotel
Screams pyromaniac
Bandages came off today
Really feeling sick
The hardest part's explainin'
All those blisters on my - nose!
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
'Bout time I was gettin' home
But I've, ooh
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Workin’ It Out
Well I've been spendin' my life lookin' for a shoulder
To rest my head when the nights get colder
But the days are gettin' longer and I'm gettin' older
Been long time workin' it out
I been a long time workin' it out I been a long time workin' it out
I been a long time workin' it out I been a long time workin' it out
Now I got a little woman to scrub my floor
Right down the road I got me two or three more
And you know none of them knows about the one next door
I been a long time workin' it out
I been a long time workin' it out...
Well it was late one night when I stole a little money
I bought a couple of things and then gave them to my honey
And the judge said boy if you this that's funny
You got a long time workin' it out
I got a long time workin' it out...
[ guitar ]
Yeah well I look all around me and what do I see
The whole wide world got trouble like me
Between the taxes the missus and the deep blue sea
You'll be a long time workin' it out
We'll be a long time workin' it out...
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Work
Writers: leo sayer, tom snow & john vastano
Five days out of seven
Eight hours of every one
Im tryin to buy a piece of heaven
But Ill be gone
Before that heaven comes
Work, work, work
Who nees it?
Its all I ever seem to do
Im killin myself for a livin
Livin the workin mans blues
Minute to minute
Day after day
Wherever I go its always the same
I work a little longer
To make up my pay
But when the cheque comes along
Theyve taken half of it away
All the work, work, work
Who nees it?
All I ever seem to do
You know Im killin myself for a livin
I should be stayin at home with you
City to city
All over the world
Wherever I been to -- thats all I ever heard
You work a little longer
To double up on that pay
When the taxman comes along
They take half of it away
Work, work, work
Who nees it?
Its all I ever seem to do
Im killin, killin time for a livin
Livin the workin mans blues
Yeah, its all work! work! work! work!
Thats all it is
Killin myself for a livin
Like drivin a nail straight into my hand
Ive been workin my life away
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Talk About The Good Times
(words & music by jerry reed hubbard)
Well I remember when I was as children
The time the people used to treat the neighbor like a fellow man
And all their singin and big prayer meetins
When a man was proud to walk up and shake his neighbors hand
Oh you talk about the good times,
Talk about the good times
Oh if you ever needed help a friend was there
Some good neighbor
Help lift your burden
Mmm, and the simple joys of life a friend would share
Times are harder and the people are changin
Now most folks couldnt tell you who their neighbors are
All their guns are loaded, the front doors are bolted
Aint this ol world takin hate and fear just a little too far
Oh you talk about the good times,
Talk about the good times
I wish I could go back to the days Im speakin of
When a friend would meet you
And a smile would greet you
What this ol world needs now is a little old fashioned love
My granddaddy God rest his soul now
Well we had a big long talk together the day he died
Said son this world is full of hate and venom
An I cant wait to leave this ol place and rest on the other side
Oh you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Talk about the good times
Im gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol days
Well have a big hand shakin
An sit and talk together
Sit down by the river jordan and sing our blues away
Oh you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Talk about the good times
Im gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol days
Well have a big hand shakin
An sit and talk together
Sit down by the river jordan and sing our blues away
Oh you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Talk about the good times
Im gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol days
Well have a big hand shakin
An sit and talk together
Sit down by the river jordan and sing our blues away
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Working Man
Words and music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin
Yes, Im workin all the time
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess thats why they call me
They call me the workin man
They call me the workin man
I guess thats what I am
I get home at five oclock
And I take myself out a nice, cold beer
Always seem to be wondrin
Why theres nothin goin down here
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess thats why they call me
They call me the workin man
They call me the workin man
I guess thats what I am
Well they call me the workin man
I guess thats what I am
song performed by by Rush
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Dixie Boy
Words and music by jim mcbride
Iwas raised in the shadow of an old cotton mill, back when believin was in
Style.
Smalltown heaven and a big-eyed boy made sweet music for a while.
My daddy worked hard down at the facotry.
Nights he went to g.i. school.
He didnt know nothin bout the silver spoon, but he lived by the golden
Rule.
Summer nights he was gone; me and mama stayed home, out on the front porch
Swing, wishin on the stars in the southern sky, and sometimes we used to
Sing.
We were leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms of love, livin all the
Simple joys this dixie boy is made of.
Got my real educationfrom the t.v. station and good ole boys down at the
Park.
The say hey, willie and those rock-a-billies played their way into my
Heart.
I remember the old folks sittin round talkin on laidback sunday
Afternoons.
They said them young folks sure got a hard road.
Oh, theyre growin up too soon.
Now I know they were right, and as I sit here tonight out on the front porch
Swing, the stars are shinin in my young boys eyes, just like they did for
Me;
We are leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms of love, livin all the
Simple joys this dixie boy is made of.
song performed by by Alabama
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Better Part Of Life
Were all together once again
For the first time in I dont know when
We were so close once upon a time
There were five of us kids at home
Two girls, three boys and dad and mom
But that was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember that old swimming hole
Where we would swim so long ago
And all them possum grapes and muskedines
And do you recall the time
We all got drunk on homemade wine
That was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Life was simple for us then
If only it could be again
How I wish we could go back in time
But time moves on and nothin lasts
Except the memories from the past
Memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember how we talked as kids
Of what wed be when we got big
And all the dreams that we held in our minds
I wanted to be a singin star
And you all said that Id go far
But that was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember all the fun we had
Back when they say times were bad
And life was good to us and things were fine
We had fun and we had love
And a mom and dad to care for us
But that was is the better part
Of life we left behind
Life was simple for us then
If only it could be again
How I wish we could go back in time
But time moves on and nothin lasts
Except the memories from the past
Memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
Sweet memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Sing With The Music
Sing with the music, sing high and low
sing with the music so that I will know.
So that I will know what is truly in your heart.
Sing your own song and all will take part.
Pick up the pieces, from the floor and then,
You can start a song that will have a happy end.
Forget everything, you have ever felt,
Become a part of music and let your soul melt.
Sing with the music, sing high and low,
Sing with the music so that I will know.
So that I will know what is truly in your heart.
Sing your own song
and all will take part.
poem by Vera Sidhwa
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Brooklyn Blues
Words by Bruce Sussman and Jack Feldman
Music By Barry Manilow
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See I flew in from the West Coast
Just the other day.
Yes, I flew in from the West Coast
and we circled J.F.K.
The movie ended and I pulled up the shade,
looked out the window while the Muzak played.
But in my head I'm singin',
singin' the Brooklyn Blues.
Oh, yea.
When you're growin' up in Brooklyn
the Bridge is like a friend.
Said when you're growin' up in Brooklyn
that Bridge is sure your friend.
Because that river, looks a hundred miles wide
when all your dreams are on the other side,
and th at can start you singin'
singin' the Brooklyn Blues.
Oh, yea.
Now I've got myself some money
a mansion in Bel-aire.
Yes I've spent a lot of money
and I"ve been most ev'ry-where.
But still there's somethin' missin' I"ve got to find,
a part of me I must've left behind,
that makes a guy start feelin',
feelin' those Brooklyn Blues.
My my.
I've sung love songs to a princess
more than once or twice.
I"ve sung rock 'n' roll in Paris,
jazz in paradise.
But there's a song of mine I couldn't have sung,
a tune I started back when I was young.
Now I've come home to finish,
finish my Brooklyn Blues.
My Brooklyn Blues.
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Add Some Music
The sunday mornin' gospel goes good with the soul
There's blues, folk, and country, and rock like a rollin' stone
The world could come together as one
If everybody under the sun
Add some music to your day
(Add some music add some add some music to your day)
A bob didit a bop didit
You'll hear it while you're walkin' by a neighbor's home
You'll hear it faintly in the distance when you're on the phone
You're sittin' in a dentist's chair
And they've got music for you there
To add some music
(Add some music add some add some music to your)
To your day
A bob didit a bop didit
Add some music music everywhere (add some music)
Add some add some add some add some music (add some music)
Your doctor knows it keeps you calm
Your preacher adds it to his psalms
So add some music
(Add some music add some add some music to your)
To your day
Music
(Add some music add some music)
When you're alone
(Add some music add some music)
Is like a companion
(Add some music add some music)
For your lonely soul
Oo oo oo woo oo woo oo oo oo oooo
When day is over (when day is over)
I close my tired eyes (I close my tired)
Music is in my soul
At a movie you can feel it touching your heart
And on every day of the summertime
You'll hear children chasing ice cream carts
They'll play it on your wedding day
There must be 'bout a million ways
To add some music
(Add some music add some add some music to your)
To your day
Add some music to your day
Add some music to your day
Add some music to your day
Add some music to your day
Add some music to your day
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Workin Man
Sittin alone in the dark,
Wastin my time in a park
cause Ive got nowhere to go.
Had me a job til the market fell out,
Tried hard to borrow but there was no help
Now Ive got nowhere to go.
I need a job for these two hands
Im a workin man
With nowhere to go
One last look at my land
Auctioneer with his gavel in hand
And he says its got to go.
Worked this peice all my life
It broke my heart and it took my wife
Now Ive got nothing to show
I need a job for these two hands
Im a workin man
With nowhere to go
Wandered aimless in the city
With my dirt workin boots and my old straw hat in hand
Singing a song by woody guthrie
This land is your land; it aint my land
Im a workin man, with nowhere to go
I was born to the sunrise
Breaking back all day
Now Ive got something to say
I am broke but not broken
And I am not alone
Cause theres a lot of folks
With nowhere to go
Are they ever gonna understand?
You cant leave a workin man
With nowhere to go.
Are they ever gonna understand?
You cant leave a workin man
With nowhere to go
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Long Time Gone
Daddy sits on the front porch swingin'
Look in' out on a bacon field
Used to be filled with burning tobacco
Now he knows it never will
My brother found work in Indiana
Sisters a nurse at the old folks home
Momma still cooking too much for supper
And me I've been a long time gone
[chorus]
Baby long time gone
No I aint hoed a row since I don't know when
Long time gone
And I aint comin' back again
Amilia plays that old church piano
Sittin' out on her daddy's farm
She always thought that we'd be together
Lord I never meant to do her harm
Said she could her me singin in the choir
Me I heard another song
I caught wind and hit the road runnin'
And lord i've been long time gone
[chorus]
Baby long time gone
Lord i aint had a purse since I don't know when
Long time gone
And it aint commin' back again
Now me I went to Nashville
Trying to beat the big deal
Playing down to Broadway
Getin' in the ahrd way
Livin' from a tip jar
Sleepin' in mah car
Huggin' my guitar ya im gonna be a staaaar
Now me until your singin' every sunday
Watchin' the children in the garden grove
Listen to the radio to hear what's cookin'
But the music aint got....NO SOUL!
Now they sound tired but they don't sound haggard
They got money but they don;t got cash
They got Junior but they don;t got Hank
I thank
I thank
I thank the rest is....
[chorus]
Long time gone
No I aint hit the roof since i don't know when
Long time gone
And it aint commin' back
I said Long time gone
No I aint parked a Ford since I don't know when
Long time gone
And it aint commin' back agaiiiin
I said a long time
song performed by by Dixie Chicks from Home
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The Better Part Of Life
We're all together once again
For the first time in i don't know when
We were so close once upon a time
There were five of us kids at home
Two girls, three boys and dad and mom
But that was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember that old swimming hole
Where we would swim so long ago
And all them possum grapes and muskedines
And do you recall the time
We all got drunk on homemade wine
That was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Life was simple for us then
If only it could be again
How i wish we could go back in time
But time moves on and nothin' lasts
Except the memories from the past
Memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember how we talked as kids
Of what we'd be when we got big
And all the dreams that we held in our minds
I wanted to be a singin' star
And you all said that i'd go far
But that was in the better part
Of life we left behind
Remember all the fun we had
Back when they say times were bad
And life was good to us and things were fine
We had fun and we had love
And a mom and dad to care for us
But that was is the better part
Of life we left behind
Life was simple for us then
If only it could be again
How i wish we could go back in time
But time moves on and nothin' lasts
Except the memories from the past
Memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
Sweet memories from the better part
Of life we left behind
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Rhythm Nation
with music by our side
to break the color lines
let's work together
to improve our way of life
join voices in protest
to social injustice
ageneration full of courage
come forth with me
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right(sing it)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
this is the test
no struggle no progress
lend a hand to help
your brother do his best
thinds are getting worse
we have to make them better
it's time to give a damn
let's work together...come on...
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation(people)
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right(sing it)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing it)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
say it people
say it to me
say it to me if you want a better way of life
say it people
say it to me
say it to me if you want a better way of life
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
(rhythm nation) yeah
song performed by by Janet Jackson from Rhythm Nation 1814
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Runnin Down A Dream
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was drivin
The trees went by, me and del were singin
Little runaway, I was flyin
Yeah runnin down a dream
That never would come to me
Workin on a mystery, goin wherever it leads
Im runnin down a dream
I felt so good, like anything was possible
I hit cruise control and rubbed eyes
The last three days the rain was unstoppabl e
It was always cold, no sun shine
Yeah runnin down a dream
That never would come to me
Workin on a mystery, goin wherever it leads
Im runnin down a dream
I rolled on as the sky grew dark
I put the pedal down to make some time
Theres something good waitin down this road
Im pickin up whatever is mine
Yeah runnin down a dream
That never would come to me
Workin on a mystery, goin wherever it leads
Im runnin down a dream
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Days
- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Hold me tight
Keep me cool
Going mad
Don't know what to do
Do I need a friend?
Well I need one now
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All I've done
I've done for me
All you gave
You gave for free
I gave nothing in return
And theres little left of me
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
With redeyed pain I'm knocking on your door again
My crazy brain in tangles pleading for your gentle voice
Those storms keep pounding through my faded heart
I'll play your sooth my sorry soul
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
song performed by by David Bowie
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Workaholic
R- ray a- anita
Ok, let's go to work!
The workaholic!
The workaholic!
R: the workaholic he works every day
24 hours, no time to play
He won't quit; he's addicted to work
I think he's going out like a jerk
Working, working, what can you do?
See the light from a different point of view!
Ready in the morning for the bell to chime
I think he's glad it's working time!
The workaholic!
A: work your body, baby work your soul!
Keep on workin' workin' to the bone!
Work your body, baby, work your soul
I'm a workaholic when i'm on the floor!
The workaholic!
R: first like a jerk, why you always work?
Messing up your mind with that paperwork?
The only thing is to break ball
Is working, yo, and that's all
They do it for money, but he for fun
He won't get away until the job is done
For drinkin' drinkin' like an alcoholic
The guy is just a workaholic!
The workaholic!
A: work your body, baby work your soul!
Keep on workin' workin' to the bone!
Work your body, baby, work your soul
I'm a workaholic when i'm on the floor!
The workaholic!
The workaholic!
The workaholic!
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Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Deacon Jones' Grievance
I'VE been watchin' of 'em parson,
An' I'm sorry fur to say
'At my mind is not contented
With the loose an' keerless way
'At the young folks treat the music;
'Tain't the proper sort o' choir.
Then I don't believe in Christuns
A-singin' hymns for hire.
But I never would 'a' murmured
An' the matter might 'a' gone
Ef it wasn't fur the antics
'At I've seen 'em kerry on;
So I thought it was my dooty
Fur to come to you an' ask
Ef you wouldn't sort o' gently
Take them singin' folks to task.
Fust, the music they're be'n singin'
Will disgrace us mighty soon;
It's a cross between a opry
An' a ol' cotillion tune.
With its dashes an' its quavers
An' its hifalutin style —
Why, it sets my head to swimmin'
When I'm comin' down the aisle.
Now it might be almost decent
Ef it wasn't fur the way
'At they git up there an' sing it,
Hey dum diddle, loud and gay.
Why, it shames the name o' sacred
In its brazen worldliness,
An' they're even got 'Ol' Hundred'
In a bold, new-fangled dress.
You'll excuse me, Mr. Parson,
Ef I seem a little sore;
But I've sung the songs of Isr'el
For threescore years an' more,
An ' it sort o' hurts my feelin's
Fur to see 'em put away
Fur these harum-scarum ditties
'At is capturin' the day.
There's anuther little happ'nin'
'At I'll mention while I'm here,
Jes' to show 'at my objections
All is offered sound and clear.
It was one day they was singin'
An' was doin' well enough —
Singin' good as people could sing
Sich an awful mess o' stuff —
When the choir give a holler,
An' the organ give a groan,
An' they left one weak-voiced feller
A-singin' there alone!
But he stuck right to the music,
Tho' 't was tryin' as could be;
An' when I tried to help him,
Why, the hull church scowled at me.
You say that's so-low singin',
Well, I pray the Lord that I
Growed up when folks was willin'
To sing their hymns so high.
Why, we never had sich doin's
In the good ol' Bethel days,
When the folks was all contented
With the simple songs of praise.
Now I may have spoke too open,
But 't was too hard to keep still,
An' I hope you'll tell the singers
'At I bear 'em no ill-will.
'At they all may git to glory
Is my wish an' my desire,
But they'll need some extry trainin'
'Fore they jine the heavenly choir.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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