Thanks for the tip, I'll try it, hope this works, being a Luddite, I am not completely computer literate, (no cracks about my spelling and the other kind of literacy, please!

The Jack Dempsey's Partin' Glass
Dad, why don't you sing a song, the way you used to do,
when granddaddy was still alive and playin' along with you
those songs you sung, I miss so much I wish I'd learned them all,
it's been so long since I heard you sing, I barely can recall
I'm sorry son, in this ol' pub, it's just too bloody loud
they've got a new pool table and they've got a different crowd
The fellas who stop in here now, are the new working class
a-workin' at computers all day sittin' on their ass
They aren't good honest miners like your granddaddy and me,
I don't expect that the most of em ever toiled upon the sea,
they never fought the workers' fight, they never faced the gun
that the bosses used to try and make us fear and run
I think their heads are filled with junk, like micro-circuitry
ah, son, the world has gone to hell, it's just a misery
and if the pool is not enough, there's the bloody ol' TV
with so many yaboos now, there's no room for you and me
and when the yaboos want some fun, they play their bloody noise
shovin' all them hard-earned bills in the jukebox, brilliant boys
that's why pub owners love them so, cause when they want to dance
the silver and the paper bills come pouring out their pants.
It was not very long ago, there was a drink for free
for the ones who brought the tunes to a pub like Jack Dempsey
But now we're treated just the same as the fellas at the bar
and the loudmouth pool players, they are treated best by far
And if you ever want to know just how this came to be
remember that the unions came, from singers just like me
But union folk don't own the pubs or program the TV
corporate culture's meant to keep you dumb as dumb can be.

Thanks again
Larry

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