I have recently posted a few blogs on good song lyric poetry. Here are few funny ones. The first song I think is pure genius...the other two not quite as much but very good nonetheless. Note the absolutely perfect rhyme scheme in the first... Your participation would be greatly appreciated...Thanks - Tim
Mr. In-Between
Words and music by Burl Ives
(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between, pickin's mighty lean, Mr. In-Between)
Well, I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women
I've looked all around and my hopes are a-dimmin'
I feel like a fish not allowed any swimmin'
And it makes a fella mean
To feel he's a part of the Lost Generation
I feel like a choo-choo that can't find the station
I work like a dog with no recreation
They call me Mr. In-Between
(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between, pickin's mighty lean, Mr. In-Between)
Got a hot-rod Chevy with a twin carburetor
And I know a gal that's a real sharp tomater
And she's got a daddy with a caddy that'll date 'er
You see what I mean
Those sweet little things just set me a-droolin'
I'm too big for sodas and I'm too old for schoolin'
Too young for lovin' but I'm too old for foolin'
They call me Mr. In-Between
(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between, pickin's mighty lean, Mr. In-Between)
I feel like a sailboat kept in a bottle
I feel like an engineer that can't find the throttle
I'm too small to walk but I'm too big to toddle
And lordy, I'm turnin' green
To see all the men makin' time with the ladies
The high school kids at the show with their babies
While I run around like a dog with the rabies
They call me Mr. In-Between
(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between, pickin's mighty lean, Mr. In-Between
London Homesick Blues
Words and music by Jerry Jeff Walker
Well, when you're down on your luck and you ain't got a buck, in London you're a goner
Even London Bridge has fallen down and moved to Arizona (now-I-know-why)
And I'll substantiate the rumor that the English sense of humor Is drier than the Texas sand
You can put up your Dukes, and you can bet your boots that I'm leavin' just as fast as I can
I wanna go home with the armadillo
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen
Well, it's cold over here, and I swear, I wish they'd turn the heat on
And where in the world is that English girl I promised I would meet (on-the-third-floor)
And of the whole damn lot, the only friend I've got is a smoke and a cheap guitar
My mind keeps roamin', my heart keeps longin' to be home in a Texas bar
I wanna go home with the armadillo
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen
Well, I decided that I'd get my cowboy hat and go down to Marble Arch Station
'Cause when a Texan fancies, he'll take his chances, chances will be taken (that's-for- sure)
And them Limey eyes, they were eyein' the prize some people call manly footwear
And they said you're from down South and when you open your mouth you always seem to put your foot there
I wanna go home with the armadillo
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen
{Repeat}
You Never Even Called Me By My Name
Lyrics by Steve Goodman
Performed by David Allen Coe
Well it was all that I could do to keep from crying
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard (anymore)
Even though you're on my fightin' side
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book (Hello, hello)
And I've seen it on signs where I've played
But the only time I know I'll hear David Allan Coe
Is when Jesus has his final Judgment Day
So, I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
(Well a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song, and he told me it was the perfect country and western song. I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was NOT the perfect country and western song because he hadn't said anything at all about momma or trains or trucks or prison or gettin' drunk
Well he sat down and wrote another verse to this song, and he sent it to me and after reading it I realized that my friend HAD written the perfect country and western song, and I felt obliged to include it on this album .The last verse goes like this here)
Well I was drunk the day my mama got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in the pick-uppp truck
SHE GOT-RUNNED-OVER-BY-A-DAMNED-OLD-TRAIN!!
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain
And you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me,
Well I wondered why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name?
****Referring to the last line of the second verse: Merle Haggard wrote a song named ‘The Fightin’ Side of Me’