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Subject: Lyr Add: PENNIES FROM HEAVEN (Johnston/Burke) From: Azizi Date: 10 Oct 08 - 04:41 PM PENNIES FROM HEAVEN (Arthur Johnston / Johnny Burke) A long time ago, about a million years B.C. The best things in life were absolutely free. But no one appreciated a sky that was always blue and no one anticipated a moon that was always new. So it was planned that they should vanish now and then and you must pay before you get them back again. That's what storms were made for and you shouldn't be afraid for: Every time it rains, it rains, pennies from heaven Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven? You'll find your fortune's fallin' all over the town Make sure that your umbrella is upside down Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers If you want the things you love, you must have showers So, when you hear it thunder, don't run under a tree There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me Every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven? You'll find your fortune's fallin' all over the town Make sure that your umbrella is upside down Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers If you want the things you love, you must have showers So, when you hear it thunder, don't run under a tree There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me So take a big deep breath of the clean fresh air Put a smile on your face be a millionaire The streets outside Are paved with gold There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me Recorded by: Ray Anthony; Louis Armstrong; Count Basie; Tex Beneke; Tony Bennett; Acker Bilk; Ruby Braff; Dave Brubeck; George Burns; June Christy; Rosemary Clooney; Perry Como; Harry Connick Jr.; Billy Cotton; Bing Crosby; Tony Danza; Doris Day; Jimmy Dorsey; Tommy Dorsey; Eddy Duchin; Eddie Fisher; The Four Freshmen; The Four Tops; Stan Getz; Carroll Gibbons; Dizzy Gillespie; Nat Gonella; Benny Goodman; Stephane Grappelli; Dick Haymes; Woody Herman; Al Hibbler; Earl Hines; Billie Holiday; Harry James; Stan Kenton; Gene Krupa; Frances Langford; Turner Layton; Brenda Lee; Guy Lombardo; Joe Loss; Gordon MacRae; Dean Martin; Glenn Miller; The Mills Brothers; The Modernaires; Rose Murphy; Red Nichols; Red Norvo; Charlie Parker; Pasadena Roof Orch.; Mandy Patinken; Oscar Peterson; The Platters; Louis Prima; Della Reese; Django Reinhardt; Marty Robbins; Zoot Sims; Frank Sinatra; The Skyliners; Jack Teagarden; Tiny Tim; Mel Tormé; Arthur Tracy; Sarah Vaughan; Dinah Washington; Paul Weston; Andy Williams; Teddy Wilson; Lester Young; ..... and many more. http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/p/penniesfromheaven.shtml |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Little Robyn Date: 10 Oct 08 - 04:40 PM I was looking for the words to Times are gettin' hard boys and found this thread. Robyn |
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Subject: Lyr Add: WE'RE IN THE MONEY (Dubin/Warren) From: KB in Iowa Date: 10 Oct 08 - 04:38 PM "We're in the Money" lyrics by Al Dubin, music by Harry Warren (from the film Gold Diggers of 1933, 1933) We're in the money, we're in the money; We've got a lot of what it takes to get along! We're in the money, that sky is sunny, Old Man Depression you are through, you done us wrong. We never see a headline about breadlines today. And when we see the landlord we can look that guy right in the eye We're in the money, come on, my honey, Let's lend it, spend it, send it rolling along! Oh, yes we're in the money, you bet we're in the money, We've got a lot of what it takes to get along! Let's go we're in the money, Look up the skies are sunny, Old Man Depression you are through, you done us wrong. We never see a headline about breadlines today. And when we see the landlord we can look that guy right in the eye We're in the money, come on, my honey, Let's lend it, spend it, send it rolling along! |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BROTHER CAN YOU SPARE A DIME (Harburg/... From: KB in Iowa Date: 10 Oct 08 - 04:36 PM "Brother, Can You Spare a Dime" lyrics by Yip Harburg, music by Jay Gorney (1931) They used to tell me I was building a dream, and so I followed the mob, When there was earth to plow, or guns to bear, I was always there right on the job. They used to tell me I was building a dream, with peace and glory ahead, Why should I be standing in line, just waiting for bread? Once I built a railroad, I made it run, made it race against time. Once I built a railroad; now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime? Once I built a tower, up to the sun, brick, and rivet, and lime; Once I built a tower, now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime? Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell, Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum, Half a million boots went slogging through Hell, And I was the kid with the drum! Say, don't you remember, they called me Al; it was Al all the time. Why don't you remember, I'm your pal? Buddy, can you spare a dime? Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell, Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum, Half a million boots went slogging through Hell, And I was the kid with the drum! Say, don't you remember, they called me Al; it was Al all the time. Say, don't you remember, I'm your pal? Buddy, can you spare a dime? |
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Subject: Lyr Add: DO RE MI (Woody Guthrie) From: Azizi Date: 10 Oct 08 - 04:35 PM (IF YOU AIN'T GOT THE) DO RE MI (Woody Guthrie) (1937) Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day, Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line. 'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl, They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find -- Now, the police at the port of entry say, "You're number fourteen thousand for today." CHORUS: Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi, Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee. California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see; But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot If you ain't got the do re mi. You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm, Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea. Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are, Better take this little tip from me. 'Cause I look through the want ads every day But the headlines on the papers always say: If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi, Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee. California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see; But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot If you ain't got the do re mi. Lyrics as recorded by Woody Guthrie, RCA Studios, Camden, NJ, Apr 26, 1940, released on "Dust Bowl Ballads," transcribed by Manfred Helfert. © 1961 Ludlow Music Inc., New York, NY http://www.geocities.com/nashville/3448/doremi.html This page includes two song clips. |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Little Robyn Date: 10 Oct 08 - 04:31 PM And another one along the same lines, also sung by Pete: BANKS OF MARBLE (Les Rice) I've traveled 'round this country. From shore to shining shore; It really made me wonder The things I heard and saw. I saw the weary farmer, Plowing sod and loam; I saw the auction hammer Just a-knocking down his home. CHORUS But the banks are made of marble, With a guard at every door, And the vaults are stuffed with silver That the farmer (worker, etc.*) sweated for. I saw the seaman standing Idly by the shore, I heard the bosses saying, "Got no work for you no more." I saw the weary miner Scrubbing coal dust from his back, And I heard his children crying, "Got no coal to heat the shack." ** I've seen my brothers (good people) working Throughout this mighty land, I prayed we'd get together And together make a stand. Final Chorus: Then we'd own those banks of marble With a guard at every door (or: With no guard at any door) And we'd share those vaults of silver That the workers sweated for! *change to fit verse We sang that one lots back in 1967/68. Is it still relevant today???? Robyn |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Hrothgar Date: 10 Oct 08 - 04:30 PM I would have thought Guthrie's "Do Re Mi" would have had an early mention. |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Azizi Date: 10 Oct 08 - 04:26 PM Robyn, re your comment about "empty pocket blues", I hope no one thinks that I'm minimizing the terrible financial situation that people are in right now, in the USA and throughout the entire world. I just felt that maybe it might be helpful to our individual and collective emotional health to take a somewhat lighthearted look at the subject of money. Fwiw, I'm sending positive vibrations to everyone in the hopes that we all make it through this crisis as best we can. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: EMPTY POCKET BLUES (Pete Seeger) From: Little Robyn Date: 10 Oct 08 - 04:23 PM EMPTY POCKET BLUES I never had a pocket full of money, I never had a ruby red ring; All I ever had was you, babe, Just to sit and listen to me sing. I've got the blues, the empty pockets blues. I never had a barrel of money, I never had a big Cadillac; All I ever had was you, babe, And that's a fact. I've got the blues, the empty pockets blues. Money, money, money, When will I make the grade? I'm so broke that a dollar bill Looks big as a window shade. Some people got barrels of money-- They got bushels of ruby red rings; But they ain't got a little gal like mine, And they don't know how to sing. I've got the blues, the empty pockets blues. Now some say the blues are sorrowful, Some say the blues are sad; But when I sing those blues to you, I come out feeling glad; I've got the blues, the empty pockets blues. Don't put your money in a barrel, Don't waste it on a ruby red ring; Just give it all to your own little girl To cook your dinner while you sing. I've got the blues, the empty pockets blues. Money, money, money, When will I make the grade? I'm so broke that a dollar bill Looks big as a window shade. Some people got barrels of money, They got bushels of ruby red rings; But they ain't got a little gal like mine, And they don't know how to sing. I've got the blues, the empty pockets blues. I borrowed it from Pete Seeger. Robyn |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: peregrina Date: 10 Oct 08 - 04:19 PM And one about bankers and the credit crunch |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Little Robyn Date: 10 Oct 08 - 04:16 PM The chewing gum song with nickels, dimes and quarters is on a thread here. The only money song I'm singing at the moment is the Empty Pocket Blues. There's a thread on that too somewhere. Robyn |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: oldhippie Date: 10 Oct 08 - 04:15 PM A Dollar Ain't a Dollar Anymore
Music! Music! Music! (Put Another Nickel In) |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: CupOfTea Date: 10 Oct 08 - 03:55 PM There are variants on "A Dollar Down and a Dollar a Week" on this thread The Lee Murdock one is what I'm familiar with, and was surprised to see there's a Woody Guthrie one as well. |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money sewn into coat linings From: peregrina Date: 10 Oct 08 - 03:51 PM Money sewn into coat linings: Steve Tilston 'Slip-jigs and Reels' 'The Yorkshire Bite' here at the Yorkshire Garland again |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: peregrina Date: 10 Oct 08 - 03:39 PM And from the Yorkshire Garland Website: York, York for my Money |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Azizi Date: 10 Oct 08 - 03:38 PM Thanks, to all who have posted examples of songs about money. ** Dave, thanks for your nickle, pickle example. Re: your question about the word "henny", I'd bet the farm if I had one that a "henny" is a hen. I mean what else rhymes with the word "penny"? I guess kids could have said "My mother gave me a penny to give to my brother Lenny? Hmm. But the pattern is to buy something..so being creative, children came up with "henny". I like it. Also regarding that example, in 2006 or thereabouts, the Bazooka corporation used that old chewing gum rhyme to market their brand of bubble gum. Here's a link to a thread I started for this versions of that rhyme: thread.cfm?threadid=102593 Bazooka Zooka Bubble Gum |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: GUEST Date: 10 Oct 08 - 03:33 PM Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest, they were the best of friends. So when Frankie Lee needed MONEY one day, Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens And placed them on a foot stool just above the cloudy plain, Saying, "Take your pick, Frankie boy, my loss will be your gain." ------------------------------------------ I don't care how many letters they sent; The morning came and the morning went. Pick up your MONEY and pack up your tent; You ain't goin' nowhere. ------------------------------------------ If you've got the MONEY, honey, I've got the time. We'll go honky-tonkin', and we'll have a time. ------------------------------------------ Everybody's got a hungry heart Lay down your MONEY and you play your part ------------------------------------------ You never give me your MONEY. You only give me your funny papers. ------------------------------------------ Saving up your MONEY for a rainy day, Giving all your clothes to charity. Last night the wife said "Oh golly, when you're dead, You don't take nothing with you but your soul. Think!" ------------------------------------------ I've got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May. I guess you'd say, "What can make me feel this way?" My girl. Talkin' bout my girl. I've got so much honey; the bees envy me. I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees. I don't need no MONEY, fortune, or fame. I've got all the riches one man can claim. ------------------------------------------ Back with my wife in Tennessee, one day she said to me, "Virgil, quick come see! There goes Robert E. Lee." Now, I don't mind choppin' wood, And I don't care if the MONEY's no good; You take what you need and you leave the rest, But they should never have taken the very best. The night they drove old Dixie down..... ------------------------------------------ MONEY Cannot Buy Your Soul (trad.) "Oh, what is this that I can see, With icy hands takin' hold of me?" "It's Death, I come to get the soul, To leave the body, leave it cold." "Oh Death, oh Death. How can it be, That I must come and go with thee? Oh Death, oh Death. How can it be? I'm unprepared, unprepared, for eternity." "You fix my eyes so I can't see. You lock my jaw so I can't talk. You stretch my limbs; you're makin' me cold; You robbin' the body of the soul." "Oh yes, I've come to get the soul; to leave the body, leave it cold; To let the flesh drop from the frame; The earth & worms both have their claim." "You can have my gold; you can have my land, If you will move your icy hand." "Don't want your land; don't want your gold. MONEY cannot buy your soul." ------------------------------------------ MONEY Is King, by Growling Tiger If a man have MONEY today, people do not care if he have kokobe. If a man have MONEY today, people do not care if he have kokobe. He can commit murder and get off free, and live in the governor's company. But if you are poor, people will tell you "Shoo", and a dog is better than you. If you have MONEY to buy in a store, the boss will shake your hand at the door. He will call the clerk to take down everything: whiskey, cloth, earring and diamond ring. He will send them to your home on a motor bike. You can pay the bills whenever you like. And not a soul will ask you a thing. They know very well that MONEY is king. A man with a collar and tie and waist-coat, ask the Chinee-man to trust him after accra and float. "Me no trust-am", bawl out the Chinee-man, "You better move-am from me frying pan. You college man, me no know A B C. You want-am accra gie-am penny." And the worms start to jump in the man's belly, and he cry out, "A dog is better than me!" A dog can walk about and take up bone, fowl head, stale bread, fish-tail and pone. It it's a good breed and not too wild, some people will take it and mind as a child. But when a hungry man goes out to beg, they will set a bull-dog behind his leg. Twenty policemen may chock him down, too. You see where a dog is better than you. If you have MONEY and things going nice, any woman would call you honey and spice. But if you can't give her a dress or a new pair of shoes, she'll say she have no uses for you. When you try to caress her, she will tell you "Stop! I can't carry love in the Chinee shop." And most of you will agree that it's true, if you haven't MONEY, dog is better than you. ------------------------------------------ Ballad Of Omie Wise (trad., John McCutcheon version) I'll tell you the history of little Omie Wise, How she was deluded by John Lewis's lies. He told her to meet him at the Hellington Spring, He'd bring here some MONEY and other fine things. But when he did meet her at the Hellington Spring, He'd brought her no MONEY nor other fine things. He said, "Climb up behind me and away we will go. We'll ride and be married where the old folks won't know." She climbed up behind him, and away they did go, Down through the lonesome valley where the deep waters flow. "Get down from behind me and I'll tell you my mind. My mind is to drown you and leave you behind." She threw her arms around him; she was so surprised. "Oh, let me go," begging, "if I can't be your bride." He hugged her an' he kissed her an' he looked all around. He threw her in deep waters where he knew that she would drown. Then he mounted his pony and away he did go, Back through the lonesome valley where the deep waters flow. ------------------------------------------ Blue Ridge Mountain Refugee, by Si Kahn I'm workin' in a factory, thinkin' of how it feels To be bringin' home good MONEY like my daddy never seen; But a feelin' follows after me, like a hound-dog at my heels. And I know that I'll never see my mountain home again. Cause they say that I can't go back again, Never sit and talk among my childhood friends, Never live among my neighbors and my kin, No, I'll never see my mountain home again. Down by the railway station, in the early afternoon, You can see them with their bundles that are all done up in twine. They hear the whistle from the south, and they're sayin' their good-by's, And they say that they'll come back again; But they're leavin' for all time. Cincinnati, Baltimore, Chicago, and Detroit; You can see us by the thousands, with our husbands and our wives. You wonder what we're doin' here, so far from our mountain homes. Well, we're Blue Ridge Mountain refugees, And we're fighting for our lives. ------------------------------------------ A Picture From Life's Other Side (trad., Woody Guthrie's version) In the world's mighty gallery of pictures, There's scenes that're painted from life-- Scenes of youth and of beauty, scenes of hardships and strife, Scenes of wealth and of plenty, Old age and a blushing young bride-- To hang on the wall; but the saddest of all is A picture from life's other side. A picture from life's other side, Somebody who's fell by the way; And a light has gone out with the tide That might have been happy some day. Some poor mother at home is watching and waiting alone, Longing to hear from her loved ones so dear, That's a picture from life's other side. Now, the first scene is one of two brothers, Their paths in life differently lived. One lived in luxury and riches, and the other one begged for his bread. One night they met on the highway. "Your MONEY or life, sir," one cried. Then, with his knife, took his own brother's life. That's a picture from life's other side. Now the next scene is down by the river: a heart-broken mother and babe. In the harbor light glare, see them shiver. How candid no one will say. Once she was a true woman, somebody's darling and pride. God help her, she leaps. There's no one to weep. That's a picture from life's other side. ------------------------------------------ Deportee, by Woody Guthrie The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting, The oranges piled in their creosoted dumps. You're flying them back to that Mexican border, To pay all their MONEY to wade back again. Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye, Rosalita. Adios, mes amigos, Jesus y Maria. You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane. All they will call you will be "deportee". My father's own father, he waded that river. They took all the MONEY he made in his life. My brothers and sisters came working the fruit trees; They rode in the trucks till they took down and died. Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted. Our work contract's out and we have to move on. Six hundred miles to that Mexican border. They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves. We died in your hills, we died in your deserts. We died in your valleys and died on your plains. We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes, Both sides of the river, we died just the same. The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon. A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills. Who are these dear friends, all scattered like dry leaves? The radio says they are just deportees. Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit? To fall like dry leaves, to rot on the topsoil; And be called by no name except deportees. ------------------------------------------ There Was a Time, by Tom Pacheco There was a time when rivers ran clear. The birds in the wind were all you could hear. The air was so sweet, in the morning sunshine. Each day was a treat. There was a time. There was a time when love would endure. You'd marry for life, for rich or for poor. And no matter how steep the cliffs you might climb, you'd share every leap. There was a time. There was a time when people would share whatever they had with friends who were there. They'd sit on the grass, on an evening sublime, and drink from one glass. There was a time. There was a time they measured your worth on what good you did while you were on Earth. Before MONEY ruled, and success was defined by celebrity fools. There was a time. There was a time your job was secure. The plant would not move to Kuala Lumpur. The unions were strong, your benefits fine. You felt you belonged. There was a time. There was a time when school was a place where knowledge was gained and classrooms were safe. The playgrounds were fun, young voices in rhyme, with no fear of guns. There was a time. There was a time you'd pick up your mail. The letters were ships, the stamps were the sails. And you never had fear of what you might find hidden inside. There was a time. There was a time when people could trust the ones we'd elect to watch over us. They'd never pull strings, they'd not take a dime from corporate kings. There was a time. There was a time when people would stand and fight for their rights. They'd march hand in hand. Before the big sleep, well planned and designed, turned lions to sheep. There was a time. There was a time, not long in the past, when everything changed too much and too fast. I stand by the sea and treasure its whine. Its waves remind me there once was a time. There once was a time. ------------------------------------------ Turn Of The Century, by ? (Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) There'll be, flyin' boats, and condos with moats, Cultivated oceans, floatin' cities in the sky. Livin' underneath our bubble, no more toil and trouble, Singin' bout that sweet old by and by. Hallelujah! I can't wait to see it. Hallelujah! Come on and go with me. Let me show you, just how great life's gonna be At the turn, the turn of the century. We'll all have lots of MONEY that we won't have to spend. You'll be given everything, and everyone's your friend. Hangin' out together, in picture-perfect weather; This time 'round, the party never ends. We won't have no TV preachers, to ask how much we gave. We won't need no TV preachers, see, by then we'll all be saved. No more fightin' for our country, no child will go hungry. We'll be smilin', from the cradle to the grave. ------------------------------------------ The Outcast, by Tom Russell Oh gather 'round me people, lend and ear now if you please Your promised land was settled, by bastards, drunks and thieves Excuse me if it offends you, but I'm the worst of all of these Yes I destroyed the family tree, I am the Outcast I'm your inbred second cousin who was kept inside a shed I'm the cross-eyed little stutterer who always wet the bed I'm yer queer Uncle Harry, yer retarded Uncle Fred I'm the one they left for dead, I am The Outcast I've embarrassed folks at weddings, birthdays and at wakes I'm the cur who passed out face down in your anniversary cake I'm the black sheep, the Philanderer, the Louse, the Souse, the Rake The remittance man, the Snake - the bloody outcast Oh forebear with yer pity, my functions very plain We've come here from the Olde World, and we've gone a touch insane On a social scale ya need a foil to bear the family stain I am the Joker in yer game; I am The Outcast Oh the black man and the Indian, the Chinaman the Jew They built yer friggin railroad and they picked yer cotton too They washed yer dirty laundry and they tied yer children's shoes They got a right to sing the blues, 'cause they were outcasts! Now we worship politicians, as if they all were saints Put their faces on our MONEY, pillow slips and plates We should love this land for what it is, and not for what it ain't Oh their game is fueled by hate, the hate of outcasts! The Norwegians hate the Swedish and the Swedes they hate the Finns The Finns they hate the Russians and the Russians hate the Yids Spicks and Wops and Greasers; Kikes and Spades and Ginny Hens Hatred's blowin' in the wind, 10 million outcasts Oh beautiful for spacious skies and amber waves of grain Grain distilled to make the rye that pickled old Tom Paine Old Georgie built the White house with slaves who died in pain But Georgies quarries made the gain, from blood of outcasts! Move in a little closer now, the side show must begin History will repeat itself: again, again, again! On the immigration totem pole the low man never wins But competition ain't a sin! God help the outcast! So step right up ya pilgrims, the trains a leavin' soon We got acreage out in Iowa for the likes of folks like you A quarter section in a flood plain; forty acres and a mule Sign right here ya bloody fools; Welcome ye Outcasts! ------------------------------------------ Gallo Del Cielo, by Tom Russell Carlos Zaragosa left his home in Casas Grandes, when the moon was full; No MONEY in his pocket, just a locket of his sister framed in gold. He rode into El Sweco, stole a rooster called El Gallo del Cielo. Then he swam the Rio Grande, with that fighter nestled deep beneath his arm. El Gallo del Cielo was a rooster born in Heaven, so the legends say. His wings they had been broken, he had one eye rollin' crazy in his head. He'd fought a hundred fights, and the legends say that one night near El Sweco They fought Cielo seven times, and seven times he left brave roosters dead. Ola my Teresa, I am thinking of you now in San Antonio. I have twenty-seven dollars, and the good luck of your picture framed in gold. Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo del Cielo. And then I'll return to buy the land that Villa stole from father long ago. Outside of San Diego, in the onion fields of Paco Monteverde, The pride of San Diego lay sleeping on a fancy bed of silk; And they laughed when Zaragosa pulled the one-eyed del Cielo from beneath his coat. But they cried when Zaragosa walked away with a thousand dollar bill. Ola my Teresa, I am thinking of you now in Santa Barbara. I have 15 hundred dollars, and the good luck of your picture framed in gold. Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo del Cielo. And then I'll return to buy the land that Villa stole from father long ago. Now the moon has gone to hiding, and lantern lights spill shadows on a fighting sand, Where a wicked black named Zorro faces Gallo del Cielo in the night. But Carlos Zaragosa fears the tiny crack that runs across his rooster's beak. And he fears that he has lost the fifty thousand dollars riding on the fight. Ola my Teresa, I am thinking of you now in Santa Clara. Yes, the MONEY's on the table, I'm holding to your good luck framed in gold; And everything we've dreamed of is riding on the spurs of del Cielo. I pray that I'll return to buy the land that Villa stole from father long ago. The signal it was given, and the cocks they rose together far above the sand. El Gallo del Cielo sunk a gaff into Zorro's shiny breast. They were separated quickly, but they rose and fought each other 37 times. And the legends say that everyone agreed that del Cielo fought the best. Then the screams of Zaragosa filled the night outside the town of Santa Clara, As the beak of del Cielo lay broken like a shell within his hand. And they say that Zaragosa screamed a curse upon the bones of Pancho Villa, When Zorro rose up one last time and drove del Cielo through the sand. Ola my Teresa, I am thinking of you now in San Francisco. I have no MONEY in my pocket, I no longer have your good luck framed in gold. I buried it last evening, with the bones of my beloved del Cielo. And I'll not return to buy the land Villa stole from father long ago. Do the rivers still run muddy outside of my beloved Casas Grandes? Does the scar upon my brother's face turn red when he hears mention of my name? Do the people of El Sweco curse the theft of Gallo del Cielo? Well, tell my family not to worry, I will not return to cause them shame. ------------------------------------------ Bony Fingers, by Hoyt Axton Well, the rain's comin' down and the roof won't hold her. Lost my job and I feel a little older. Car won't start and our love's grown colder. Maybe things'll get a little better in the morning; Maybe things'll get a little better. Work your fingers to the bone; What'you get? Bony fingers. Clothes need a washin' and the fire won't start. Kids all cryin' and you're breakin' my heart. Whole damn place is fallin' apart. I've been broke as long as I remember. Get a little MONEY and I gotta go and spend 'er. When I try to save it, pretty woman come and take it, sayin' Grass won't grow and the fire won't start. Whole darn world is goin' to pot. Might as well like it 'cause you're all that I've got. ------------------------------------------ Free Mexican Air Force, by Peter Rowan In the Moralos Mountains, Campesinos are planting their fields, While the ghost of Zapata rides a horse that can still outrun the wheel; While free in the sky above, and clear out of sight, The Free Mexican Air Force is flying tonight. In the city of angels a cowboy is cooling his heels, Remembering that God gave us herbs and the fruits of the fields. But a criminal law that makes outlaws of those seeking life Made the Free Mexican Air Force, Mescalito riding his white horse, Yeah, the Free Mexican Air Force, and we're flying tonight. Flying so high, high, hee, hee-eee-eee-eee. How strange that an innocent herb causes MONEY to burn. The delia will kill you for making those rich fat cats squirm. The fools who make rules don't know the difference between wrong & right. That's why the Free Mexican Air Force is flying tonight. Uncle Sam in his misery put a Nix on the fields of Carrero, Saying shoot down all gringos and wetbacks who dare wear sombreros. Either run for your life, surrender, or fight, Or join the Free Mexican Air Force, flying tonight. It is not marijuana destroying the minds of the young, But confusion continued for power and greed in all forms. Well, the borders of evil will fall to the smugglers of life, Where the Free Mexican Air Force is flying tonight. In San Antonio they tell me that power and MONEY are one. They can buy us or sell you to keep you afraid, on the run. But no one can stop us; my vision is clearly in sight, And the Free Mexican Air Force is flying tonight. Some are smoking colitas while others are loading their guns. Blowing smoke from their six-shooters, spinning their barrels for fun. Contra vandistas, banditos alike. We're the Free Mexican Air Force, and we're flying tonight. High in the hills, we are harvesting sweet sensimilla. Yeah, the law wants it all, cause they know that the wild weed can free us, And freedom for us is a prison for the rulers of minds. That's why the Free Mexican Air Force is flying tonight. ------------------------------------------ Emilia, by The Tiger Emilia, dou-dou, to be honest and true, me life and confidence placed in you. Emilia, dou-dou, to be honest and true, me life and confidence placed in you. Me father was a man belong to high rank; he die and leave MONEY in the royal bank. He leave a cow, a goat, and a male donkey, and that is why I want to join in matrimony. I mean to tell you the truth, how I met with Emilia is when I landed from America. I told her, "Darling, I love you, honest and true, and anything for you I would do." She said meet her that night in the square by the electric company. I'll meet her anywhere. So we decided to meet quite positively, you could believe me, by La Peyrouse cemet'ry. Well, I took Battoo bus at seven thirty, On my way to the cemetery. I told her my aim was matrimony, and mine heart, it does rule the body. She look at me and laugh and said, "You too small; and furthermore singing ain't no work at all." She wanted a doctor or a barrister, a chief engineer or an overseer. And then I tell her from the cow you can get nice milk; with the MONEY buy satin and silk. It is a decent size for anyone to lead, and plant provision on which we can feed; Build a nice home in the month of June, and on the island we'll spend our nice honeymoon. We won't have to pay not a cent for rent; we'll be just as the Duke and Duchess of Kent. But I really believe she made a terrible mistake; She thought I had cotton estate. She began demanding ten bolt of silk, and to supply Port-of-Spain with milk. But the cow died on her suddenly; I mean, the donkey was no good entirely. And little later did she realize one of the goat leg was paralyze. |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: peregrina Date: 10 Oct 08 - 03:27 PM Gillian Welch 'Wayside/Back in time' ('standing on the corner with a nickel or a dime') |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Bonnie Shaljean Date: 10 Oct 08 - 03:22 PM Kingston Trio, Greenback Dollar |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: peregrina Date: 10 Oct 08 - 03:18 PM Gillian Welch: 'One More Dollar' (Revival) and her: 'Winter's Come and Gone' (Hell Among the Yearlings) ('five cold nickels all I got left...What am I gonna do/Five cold nickels ain't gonna see me through') Anon.(?) first recorded by Monroe Brothers: 'Long Journey Home' (Lost all my money but a two dollar bill') |
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Subject: Lyr Add: MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND (Cabaret) From: Bonnie Shaljean Date: 10 Oct 08 - 03:17 PM There's Money makes The World Go Round from Cabaret: Money makes the world go round The world go round, the world go round Money makes the world go round It makes the world go round A mark, a yen, a buck or a pound A buck or a pound, a buck or a pound Is all that makes the world go round That clinking, clanking sound Can make the world go round Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money If you happen to be rich And you feel like a night's entertainment You can pay for a gay escapade If you happen to be rich and alone And you need a companion You can ring tingaling for the maid If you happen to be rich And you find you are left by your lover Though you moan and you groan quite a lot You can take it on the chin Call a cab, and begin to recover On your fourteen carat yacht Money makes the world go round The world go round, the world go round Money makes the world go round Of that we both are sure On being poor When you haven't any coal in the stove and you freeze In the winter and you curse to the wind at your fate When you haven't any shoes on your feet And your coat's thin as paper And you look thirty pounds underweight When you go to get a word of advice From the fat little pastor He will tell you to love evermore But when hunger comes to rap, rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat At the window, see how love flies out the door For money makes the world go round The world go round, the world go round Money makes the world go round The clinking, clanking sound of money Money, money, money, money, money, money, money Get a little, get a little Money, money, money, money Mark, a yen, a buck or a pound That clinking, clanking, clunking sound Is all that makes the world go round It makes the world go round |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Uncle_DaveO Date: 10 Oct 08 - 03:14 PM Re the "nickle/pickle" song, I know the end of each verse differently, as in: My ma gave me a nickle To buy a pickle. I didn't buy a pickle, I bought some chew'n gum (pronounced as "choongum") Chew chew chew chew chew chew'n gum How I love chew'n gum! I didn't buy a pickle, I bought some chew'n gum! I've never heard this song as using a proprietary product name. Just incidentally, what's a "henny"? Never heard of such a thing, let alone in this song. Dave Oesterreich |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Azizi Date: 10 Oct 08 - 03:01 PM In my opinion, children's rhymes are worthy additions to any 'category song' thread. Here are two more children's rhymes that mention money: Policeman, Policeman Do your duty. Here comes Debby An American beauty, She can wiggle She can wobble She can do the split. But I betcha five dollars She can't do this. Lady on one foot, one foot, one foot Turn all around, around, around. Lady on two foot, two foot, two foot Touch the ground, the ground, the ground. Lady on three foot, three foot, three foot Say your prayers, your prayers, your prayers. Lady on four foot, four foot, four foot Jump right out. -Azizi Powell, remembrance of childhood in Atlantic City, New Jersey, mid 1950s. ** Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack All dressed in black black black With silver buttons buttons buttons Up and down her back back back. She asked her mother mother mother For fifteen cents cents cents * To see the elephant elephant elephant Jump the fence fence fence He jumped so high high high He touched the sky sky sky And he never came back back back Till the fourth of July ly ly - multiple sources, including my childhood memories of Atlantic City, New Jersey, 1950s * "Fifty" cents seems to be most often said nowadays |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Azizi Date: 10 Oct 08 - 02:42 PM Here's a jump rope rhyme" (Start swinging rope back and forth without doing a full turn) Blue Bells Taco Shells eevy ivy ooover (now regular jump rope) i went down town to see james (or charlie) brown he gave me a nickle to buy me a pickle the pickle was sour he gave me a flower the flower was dead and this is what he said, he said: johnney jump on one foot one foot one foot, johnney jump on two feet, two feet, two feet, johnney jump on three feet, three feet, three feet, johnney jump on four feet four feet four feet johnney jump on FIVE FEET! (try to touch all hands and butt to the ground in one jump. everybody messed up here) -Talia G.; 12/5/2006; http://www.cocojams.com/handclap_rhymes.htm ** Does anyone remember any other "nickel to buy a pickle" rhymes? If so, I'd appreciate it if you would post them here or pm me since I'm very interested in collecting versions of that "family" of children's rhymes. |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: peregrina Date: 10 Oct 08 - 02:35 PM Banks of White Marble not sure if there's any money in them though! |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: GUEST,Jonny Sunshine Date: 10 Oct 08 - 02:35 PM and of course, there's "money" by Pink Floyd, definitely not a folk song tho |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: pavane Date: 10 Oct 08 - 02:18 PM "My God How the Money Rolls In" is already in the database. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BAZOOKA, ZOOKA BUBBLE GUM From: Azizi Date: 10 Oct 08 - 02:16 PM Here's a children's rhyme that includes references to money: BAZOOKA, ZOOKA BUBBLE GUM My mom gave me a penny She said to buy a henny But I didn't buy no henny Instead, I bought BUBBLE GUM BAZOOKA, ZOOKA BUBBLE GUM My mom gave me a nickel She said to buy a pickle But I didn't buy no pickle Instead, I bought BUBBLE GUM BAZOOKA, ZOOKA BUBBLE GUM My mom gave me a dime She said to buy a lime But I didn't buy no lime Instead , I bought BUBBLE GUM BAZOOKA, ZOOKA BUBBLE GUM My mom gave me a quarter She said to buy some water But I didn't buy no water Instead, I bought BUBBLE GUM BAZOOKA, ZOOKA BUBBLE GUM My mom gave me a dollar She said to buy a collar But I didn't buy no collar Instead, I bought BUBBLE GUM BAZOOKA, ZOOKA BUBBLE GUM My mom gave me a five She said to stay alive But I didn't stay alive Instead, I choked on BUBBLE GUM BAZOOKA, ZOOKA BUBBLE GUM i learned that one in elementary school... not sure how i remembered it! have fun... whoever needs this -i know hand games! ; 12/22/2005; http://blog.oftheoctopuses.com/000518.php ["That one" ;O) and other versions of this rhyme are found on http://www.cocojams.com/handclap_rhymes.htm ] |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Uncle_DaveO Date: 10 Oct 08 - 01:46 PM How about the one about the young feller who took his new date out to a theater or other show, and afterwards one of them suggested a bite to eat? Well, she's "not hungry", but that's fine with him because he "had but fifty cents". Then at the restaurant she shows a deep-going and far-ranging appetite, a ravenous craving and consumption for anything and everything on the menu. But "I had but fifty cents." When he can't pay, he gets beaten up and thrown out on his ear. Dave Oesterreich |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: peregrina Date: 10 Oct 08 - 01:45 PM Ma mère m'a donné cent sous. A rude song... |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Uncle_DaveO Date: 10 Oct 08 - 01:41 PM See also this thread: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) - on the same subject. Dave Oesterreich |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: sian, west wales Date: 10 Oct 08 - 01:27 PM First one that came to mind is a Welsh song - "Mae cystal gen i swllt" (I like to have a shilling). It's the same sort of song as I've Got Sixpence. . A good campfire kinda song. sian |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: topical tom Date: 10 Oct 08 - 01:25 PM Do Re Mi (Woody Guthrie) |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Azizi Date: 10 Oct 08 - 01:21 PM Thanks to all who have posted to this thread thus far. Sinsull, I saw that title "Hangman or the Prickilie Bush" in the DT but didn't click on it because there was no mention of a prickly bush in Odetta's version of that song. I'm sure there are countless versions of that song. And I can bank on the fact that there are millions of songs that mention money, and also just as many songs that refer to wealth using the standards of gold and silver and other precious metals. Which songs can you think of? |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Rabbi-Sol Date: 10 Oct 08 - 01:12 PM I remember Oscar Brand singing a song to the tune of "My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean". It was called "My God How The Money Rolls In". I believe it was about political corruption. If anyone has the complete lyrics to the song, this would be an appropriate place to post them. SOL |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: SINSULL Date: 10 Oct 08 - 01:09 PM In the Digitrad as Hangman: @displaysong.cfm?SongID=2484 |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Azizi Date: 10 Oct 08 - 01:05 PM The very first album that I heard that I would call "folk" was featured songs sung by Odetta. I've referred to one of the songs on that album as either "Hangman" or "Gallows Pole", though that might not be its real name. Here are some words to that song: "Hangman, hangman slack your rope/ slack it for awhile/ think I see my mother, {father, sister, brother} comin/comin a-many a mile. I remember that the only one who brought silver and gold so that the person wouldn't hang was the person's sweetheart. I've looked but I can't find those lyrics in the DigiTrad. I'm sure that song is included in the DigiTrad but I'm not looking under the right title. Would someone please post the name for that song? Thanks. Btw, I found several online pages for Led Zeppelin's version of the song, but it's not the same as I remember. |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Jack Campin Date: 10 Oct 08 - 12:53 PM There is a Turkish song sung by Brenna MacCrimmon in the film "Crossing the Bridge" where the narrator is a prostitute and the chorus has her calling down into the street to her pimp "come up and get your money". |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Azizi Date: 10 Oct 08 - 12:48 PM Re: the song "Shake Your Moneymaker": I notice that the name Elmore James is also written as James Elmore. I'm assuming that they are the same person. Is one a mistake? If so, which one is right? Also, I vaguely recall a R&B dance song from the early or mid 1960s I think, called "Shake Your Moneymaker". I remember being proud of myself when I realized that the singer was referring to a woman's butt as her "moneymaker". However, I didn't connect the dots way back then that if you take the song literally, the song is describing women as prostitutes. And, since men also have butts, the song could also be talking about men... Anyway...moving right along. Is this the same song as that R&B song? |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: pavane Date: 10 Oct 08 - 12:44 PM No, it's ABBA |
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Subject: Lyr Add: SHAKE YOUR MONEYMAKER (Elmore James) From: Azizi Date: 10 Oct 08 - 12:39 PM SHAKE YOUR MONEYMAKER {Elmore James) Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker And then? Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker And then? I got a girl who lives up on the hill I got a girl who lives up on the hill Talk she gonna love me But I don't believe she will You got shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker, babe Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker You gotta shake your moneymaker And then? I got a girl and she just won't be true I got a girl and she just won't be true She's locked to the bridge She won't do a thing I tell her to do She won't shake her moneymaker Won't shake her moneymaker She wanna roll her activator She won't shake her moneymaker She won't shake her moneymaker She won't? http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/james_elmore/shake_your_moneymaker.html |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: Azizi Date: 10 Oct 08 - 12:34 PM Wow, pavane, you're fast. Is that song title the same song as the one I posted? If not, I'm not sure I know it. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: MONEY (THAT'S WHAT I WANT) From: Azizi Date: 10 Oct 08 - 12:32 PM Money (That's What I Want) The best things in life are free But you can keep 'em for the birds and bees; Now give me money, (that's what I want) that's what I want, (That's what I want) That's what I want (That's what I want) yeah, That's what I want. Your lovin' give me such a thrill, But your lovin' don't pay my bills; [refrain] Money don't get everything it's true, What it don't get I can't use; [refrain] Well, now give me money, (That's what I want) A lotta money, (That's what I want) Oh yeah, I wanna be free, (That's what I want) Oh, lotta money, (That's what I want) That's what I want (That's what I want) yeah, That's what I want. Well, now give me money, (That's what I want) A lotta money, (That's what I want) Wo, yeah, You need money (That's what I want) Gimme money, (That's what I want) That's what I want (That's what I want) That's what I want. http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/whowantstobeamillionaire/moneythatswhatiwant.htm -snip- I'm not sure who wrote this song. Does anyone know? |
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Subject: RE: Songs About Money From: pavane Date: 10 Oct 08 - 12:32 PM Money, Money, Money |
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Subject: Songs About Money From: Azizi Date: 10 Oct 08 - 12:28 PM
For no discernable reason, I'm wondering what songs folks here can think of that have the word "money" in their titles or their lyrics. I'm also wondering what songs people can think of that have titles or lyrics that refer to one or more denominations of money. Songs that mention other types of types of wealth such as gold and silver would also "count" in this category thread. |
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