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The Tear Jerker Thread (songs)
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Subject: Lyr Add: IRISH SOLDIER BOY From: LukeKellylives (Chris) Date: 27 Jan 07 - 02:06 PM Irish Soldier Boy (copied and pasted from another site, sorry for any mistakes in it) At[G] a cottage door one[C] wintery[G] night As the snow lay[C] on the[G] ground Stood a youthful Irish[C] soldier boy To the mountains he was[G] bound His mother stood[C] beside him saying You'll win my boy don't[G] fear And with her loving arms[C] around his[G] waist She tied his[C] bando[G]leer [2] Goodbye God bless you mother dear I hope your heart wont pain But pray to God your soldier boy Your son wou'll sea again And when im out on the firing line It will be a source of joy To know that your the mother proud Of an Irish soldier boy [3] When the fighting it was over And the flag of truce was raised The leaders ordered the firing to cease All Ireland stood amazed Some men came up to the cottage door Containing news in sad detail Of her Irish soilder boy [4] Goodbye God bless you mother dear I'm dying a death so grand From received in fighting Trying to free my native land And when im up in heaven above In the land beyond the sky You'll always be in the company of Your Irish soldire boy |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: GUEST,Greycap Date: 27 Jan 07 - 07:20 AM Hank Snow recorded an entire album of tear jerkers called "When Tragedy Struck" - my personal choice of tj was "There's Little Box of Pine on the 7.29, bringing back the lost sheep to the fold" choke, sob,cry.... |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE BLIZZARD (Harlan Howard) From: Lin in Kansas Date: 27 Jan 07 - 05:15 AM Jim Reeves also did one called The Blizzard, where he and his horse are lost in the snow. Anyone who's ever seen or been out in a Great Plains blizzard can sympathize with his plight. Lin __________________________________________________ The Blizzard By Harlan Howard There's a blizzard comin' on how I'm wishin' I was home For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand Listen to that northern sigh if we don't get home we'll die But it's only seven miles to Mary Anne it's only seven miles to Mary Anne You can bet we're on her mind for it's nearly suppertime And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan Lord my hands feel like they're froze and there's a numbness in my toes But it's only five more miles to Mary Anne it's only five more miles to Mary Anne That wind's howlin' and it seems mighty like a woman's screams And we'd best be movin' faster if we can Dan just think about that barn with that hay so soft and warm For it's only three more miles to Mary Anne it's only three more miles to Mary Anne Dan get up you ornery cuss or you'll be the death of us I'm so weary but I'll help you if I can All right Dan perhaps it's best that we just stop awhile and rest For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne it's still a hundred yeards to Mary Anne Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn He had made it but he just couldn't leave ol' Dan Yes they found him there on the plains his hands froze to the reins He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Slag Date: 27 Jan 07 - 04:23 AM Marty Robins did a really bizarre song in the early 70's called "The Chair" about a guy getting executed in the electric. It was in the first person so it really raised serious "narrator" problems. The last line goes something "Did I hear him (the Dr. in attendence, I assume) say, 'This man is dead?'" Ifelt like shedding a tear for Marty's carrer at that point. |
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Subject: RE: Is this a "tearjerker"? From: frogprince Date: 26 Jan 07 - 03:08 PM When I wrote this song, I was thinking of it as decidedly happy, but I wanted it to come across as thoughtful rather than glib. I've been taken off guard by seeing a couple of people tear-up on hearing it. Some months back I asked one mudcat regular his reaction to it, and he referred to it (I didn't feel negatively) as a "real tear jerker". What do y'all think in that regard? Dean |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Lonesome EJ Date: 26 Jan 07 - 01:30 PM Eric Clapton's "Tears in Heaven" is certainly a tear-jerker, even more so because it isn't saccharine like so many others. I can't play and sing "I Come and Stand at Every Door" even though I love the song, because I can't get past the line "I'm seven now, as I was then,when children die they do not grow". |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Scoville Date: 26 Jan 07 - 11:04 AM Loaded into iTunes on my office computer: Kneeling Drunkard's Plea (the Carter sisters, recording by the Weary Boys) Billy Gray & Girl I Left in Sunny Tennessee (Norman Blake) Engine 143 (Sara Carter) Wagoner's Lad (Buell Kazee) St. James Hospital (Doc Watson) Deux-Pas des Condamnés & Parting Waltz (Red Stick Ramblers. I know these are tear-jerkers even though they're in Cajun and I can't understand most of the words.) |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: SINSULL Date: 26 Jan 07 - 10:14 AM Spaw - that is perfect! |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Beer Date: 26 Jan 07 - 07:56 AM I Don't Remember Loving You. Artist ?? Would be considered a Country song. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Blindlemonsteve Date: 26 Jan 07 - 05:15 AM George Jones, He stopped loving her today.... the best sad dong i have ever heard, check it out, it makes my spine tingle everytime i hear it. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: JennyO Date: 26 Jan 07 - 04:05 AM KAKSOD Spaw! You owe me another keyboard! |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Slag Date: 26 Jan 07 - 03:17 AM Well, Spaw! That's quite a revamping (and improvement) of the original. I wanted to post that "The Green Green Grass of Home" was a pretty sappy tear jerker, but it's so hard when I'm laughing my head off!!!! LOL&ROG |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: catspaw49 Date: 26 Jan 07 - 12:15 AM Hey JennyO......Let me help you out. The next time "Honey" comes up (along with your lunch), just throw in this verse: See the tree, it fell on you Now you're gone, my balls are blue I can't get laid. So now I've started shagging sheep And sometimes chickens in their sleep But they want paid. And Honey I miss you I get huge morning wood I think I'll dig up your body Necrophilia'd be good. Spaw |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: GUEST,Scoville at Dad's Date: 25 Jan 07 - 10:09 PM Oh, I forgot about "Lightning Express". Somewhere, I have dulcimer tab for "In the Baggage Coach Ahead", which features a Victorian mother traveling by train in the baggage coach, in her casket. I think it pulls pretty much every hearstring at hand. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: LITTLE ALICE From: Charley Noble Date: 25 Jan 07 - 09:09 PM When I was much younger I had the usual youthful arrogance about death. Songs like this from another age amused me, and I and my college friends competed to see who could come up with this most morbid one. This one made the top ten, probably because of its last three verses if you manage to plow through to them: LITTLE ALICE (In SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES AT HOME, published by the American Tract Society in the 1850's) Dear little Alice has gone to rest, Where never a sin shall stain her breast; No trouble disturb her, no fear annoy, No cloud overshadow her innocent joy. She lived on this earth but a little while; She died before we had seen her smile, But she was our sister, and is so still; Sweet Alice, we call her, and always will. We think we are glad she's gone away, Where her life will be all one pleasant day; Where an unkind word she'll ne'er receive, Nor speak one herself, our kind hearts to grieve. For if she were here now, she would often cry, And then she'd take sick, suffer and die; But now death is over, and all the while Her sweet little face may wear a smile. For she'll never know, nor do what is wrong, The angels in heaven will teach her their song; Dear sister, we wish we could be there too – Oh, when shall we come and join with you? I forget the name of the gospel tune we set this one to; maybe it was "The Great Speckled Bird." Songs like this just make me sad today. Charley Noble |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: GUEST Date: 25 Jan 07 - 08:50 PM oh yeah and what about Rolf Harris's "Two Little Boys"....? |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: kytrad (Jean Ritchie) Date: 25 Jan 07 - 08:48 PM I guess no one here ever plays my records- but my tear-jerker from the album, "None But One," was the "Two Little Children," just named in Black Hawk's post ("Two Little Orphans"). The reason it's there is that our producer, Al Steckler, who when invited to produce the album, sent word that he would do it if, "Two Little Children" would be included! He had heard it on an older record of mine and was apparently captivated. I'll give just a verse or two: Two little children, a boy and a girl Sat down by the old church door; The little girl's feet were as brown as the curl That fell on the dress that she wore. The little boy's coat was all ragged and torn, A tear shone in each little eye. Why don't you go home to your mama, I said, And this was the maiden's reply Mama's in heaven- angels took her away, Left Jim and I all alone, We've no one to love us since Papa's away, And we have no Mama nor home. And so it goes- you know it, some of you. My belief is that, amongst the church people (most of us in Eastern KY), if a song was not religious, in order for it to be accepted in the community it had to be about things held sacred- Motherhood, Orphans, Sailors lost at sea, train wrecks with good people aboard ("...Old # Nine, etc.) I don't know why happy endings couldn't be considered sacred! Or maybe emotions could only be allowed to be expressed at sadness and tragedy, and menfolks especially needed an excuse to shed tears. For whatever reason, the sad songs seemed to be the most popular kind, in that one era (Victorian times to the early 1920s I'd say, for our region). I suppose they were our version of broadsides, which were the newspapers of an earlier time. Tragedy sells; happy things don't. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: terrier Date: 25 Jan 07 - 07:31 PM The train one I know is of a young girl who's father (who "worked upon the line")falls victim to a serious accident. The young girl, hearing one of his workmates say "He's bound for Heaven", goes to the railway station and asks the ticket clerk for a "ticket to Heaven". Got a good chorus as well as a happy ending. What more could you want. I won't type the whole thing out unless somebody is desperate for the words. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: GUEST,Black Hawk Date: 25 Jan 07 - 07:29 PM Everley Brothers song is 'The Lightning Express' but have only heard it performed by bluegrass bands 'Two Little Orphans' is a tear jerker. Many a lady has cried when I sing 'Bringing Mary Home' (but could be my singing). |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: GUEST Date: 25 Jan 07 - 07:17 PM there's one by the Everly Brothers, I don't know the title but it concerns a boy travelling on a train without a ticket because he has no money....saying to the conductor, "I've got to get home to kiss Mother goodbye/Before God takes her away..." there is also "Ebony Eyes", of course.... and Jim Reeve's monologue "Old Tighe" |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: GUEST,Bardan Date: 25 Jan 07 - 07:10 PM Oh and that australian one about WW1. You know the one that goes "and the band played walzing matilda" |
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Subject: Lyr Add: KILKELLY (Peter Jones) From: GUEST,Bardan Date: 25 Jan 07 - 07:03 PM It doesn't really fit with the other songs on here. But I have yet to sing it all the way through without crying KILKELLY (Peter Jones) Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 60, my dear and loving son John Your good friend the schoolmaster Pat McNamara's so good as to write these words down. Your brothers have all gone to find work in England, the house is so empty and sad The crop of potatoes is sorely infected, a third to a half of them bad. And your sister Brigid and Patrick O'Donnell are going to be married in June. Your mother says not to work on the railroad and be sure to come on home soon. Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 70, dear and loving son John Hello to your Mrs and to your 4 children, may they grow healthy and strong. Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble, I guess that he never will learn. Because of the dampness there's no turf to speak of and now we have nothing to burn. And Brigid is happy, you named a child for her and now she's got six of her own. You say you found work, but you don't say what kind or when you will be coming home. Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 80, dear Michael and John, my sons I'm sorry to give you the very sad news that your dear old mother has gone. We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly, your brothers and Brigid were there. You don't have to worry, she died very quickly, remember her in your prayers. And it's so good to hear that Michael's returning, with money he's sure to buy land For the crop has been poor and the people are selling at any price that they can. Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 90, my dear and loving son John I guess that I must be close on to eighty, it's thirty years since you're gone. Because of all of the money you send me, I'm still living out on my own. Michael has built himself a fine house and Brigid's daughters have grown. Thank you for sending your family picture, they're lovely young women and men. You say that you might even come for a visit, what joy to see you again. Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 92, my dear brother John I'm sorry that I didn't write sooner to tell you that father passed on. He was living with Brigid, she says he was cheerful and healthy right down to the end. Ah, you should have seen him play with the grandchildren of Pat McNamara, your friend. And we buried him alongside of mother, down at the Kilkelly churchyard. He was a strong and a feisty old man, considering his life was so hard. And it's funny the way he kept talking about you, he called for you in the end. Oh, why don't you think about coming to visit, we'd all love to see you again. Surely a candidate for saddest song ever. Sheep's crook and black dog is good as well. As is the unquiet grave. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE THREE BELLS (from The Browns) From: Peace Date: 24 Jan 07 - 07:22 PM Not a tear jerker, but I felt a very touching combination of lyrics, melody and harmonies way back when I first heard it (1950s(?)). It's been my favourite song ever since. The Browns The Three Bells [Originally a French tune written in 1945] [Original French words by Bert Reisfeld] [Music by Jean Villard] [English words added by Dick Manning] There's a village hidden deep in the valley Among the pine trees half forlorn And there on a sunny morning Little Jimmy Brown was born All the chapel bells were ringing In the little valley town And the songs that they were singing Were for baby Jimmy Brown Then the little congregation Prayed for guidance from above Lead us not into temptation, Bless this hour of meditation Guide him with eternal love There's a village hidden deep in the valley Beneath the mountains high above And there, twenty years thereafter Jimmy was to meet his love All the chapel bells were ringing, Was a great day in his life Cause the songs that they were singing Were for Jimmy and his wife Then the little congregation Prayed for guidance from above Lead us not into temptation, Bless oh Lord this celebration May their lives be filled with love From the village hidden deep in the valley One rainy morning dark and gray A soul winged its way to heaven Jimmy Brown had passed away Just a lonely bell was ringing In the little valley town Twas farewell that it was singing To our good old Jimmy Brown And the little congregation Prayed for guidance from above Lead us not into temptation, May his soul find the salvation Of thy great eternal love" |
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Subject: Lyr Add: SHALL I BE AN ANGEL DADDY From: terrier Date: 24 Jan 07 - 03:48 PM I've been into Victorian melodramatic parlour songs for many years, I just wish I could travel back in time to see what those people really thought about the songs? Try this one I found in a book called 'Prepare to Shed Them Now'. SHALL I BE AN ANGEL DADDY One day a father to his little son Told a sad story, a heart breaking one He took from an album a photo and said "This is you're mother, but long she's been dead" "You she has left me to cherish and love She is an angel on high, up above" The boy in an instant drew close by his side And these are the worde that he softly replied... Shall I be an angel, daddy An angel in the sky Will I wear the golden wings And rest in peace on high Shall I live for ever and ever With the angels fair If I go to Heav'n, please tell me, daddy Will I see mother there. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE GIFT OF THE SEA (Rudyard Kipling) From: Mr Fox Date: 24 Jan 07 - 12:28 PM I'm amazed that Peter Bellamy never set this to music. Kipling writing Victorian melodrama in the style of folk song: THE GIFT OF THE SEA The dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept, and the Channel swept The gale in the teeth of the tide. But the mother laughed at all. "I have lost my man in the sea, And the child is dead. Be still," she said, "What more can ye do to me?" The widow watched the dead, And the candle guttered low, And she tried to sing the Passing Song That bids the poor soul go. And "Mary take you now," she sang, "That lay against my heart." And "Mary smooth your crib to-night," But she could not say "Depart." Then came a cry from the sea, But the sea-rime blinded the glass, And "Heard ye nothing, mother?" she said, "'Tis the child that waits to pass." And the nodding mother sighed. "'Tis a lambing ewe in the whin, For why should the christened soul cry out That never knew of sin?" "O feet I have held in my hand, O hands at my heart to catch, How should they know the road to go, And how should they lift the latch?" They laid a sheet to the door, With the little quilt atop, That it might not hurt from the cold or the dirt, But the crying would not stop. The widow lifted the latch And strained her eyes to see, And opened the door on the bitter shore To let the soul go free. There was neither glimmer nor ghost, There was neither spirit nor spark, And "Heard ye nothing, mother?" she said, "'Tis crying for me in the dark." And the nodding mother sighed: "'Tis sorrow makes ye dull; Have ye yet to learn the cry of the tern, Or the wail of the wind-blown gull?" "The terns are blown inland, The gray gull follows the plough. 'Twas never a bird, the voice I heard, O mother, I hear it now!" "Lie still, dear lamb, lie still; The child is passed from harm, 'Tis the ache in your breast that broke your rest, And the feel of an empty arm." She put her mother aside, "In Mary's name let be! For the peace of my soul I must go," she said, And she went to the calling sea. In the heel of the wind-bit pier, Where the twisted weed was piled, She came to the life she had missed by an hour, For she came to a little child. She laid it into her breast, And back to her mother she came, But it would not feed and it would not heed, Though she gave it her own child's name. And the dead child dripped on her breast, And her own in the shroud lay stark; And "God forgive us, mother," she said, "We let it die in the dark!" - Rudyard Kipling |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Beer Date: 24 Jan 07 - 12:11 AM Right on Slag. Beer (adrien) |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Slag Date: 23 Jan 07 - 05:24 PM You can't beat "Casey's Last Ride" K. Kristofferson! |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Stilly River Sage Date: 23 Jan 07 - 05:10 PM I can't find myself moved to do anything but laugh, or groan, or throw up at most of the suggestions in this thread. I know a few of them are tongue-in-cheek, but most seem to be offered in all seriousness. I still think there's something in the American culture or temperament that I just don't get. I agree, as stated before, that you've missed the way these are appreciated. I conjecture that the problem is the tone the voice in your head uses when reading most of these entries. Context is everything here. Were some of these songs played alongside the actual news of war, disaster, and mayhem in the world today, I'd be appalled. These songs are sung with the intent of generating a visceral response. I wouldn't call them "emotional rape." I think "emotional masturbation" is closer to the mark. :) Or if you want to sound scholarly, call it "emotional onanism." SRS |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: JeremyC Date: 23 Jan 07 - 04:42 PM Haha, Kendall beat me on the 'emotional rape' comparison. I like sad songs, but they have to come by it honestly. So there. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: JeremyC Date: 23 Jan 07 - 04:41 PM Marje: I think the "high feeling/low sentimentality" is a big part of why I prefer Carthy's version of "His Name is Andrew." Martin Carthy seems to play everything very straight and let the song do what it needs to do. I tend to respond less to something if it seems overplayed, sentimental, or manipulative. The Phil Ochs song I posted earlier is moving because it's basically a description of his loss of purpose in the wake of the 1968 DNC. There's a guy I know, too, who has written some incredibly affecting songs, and it's because they're straight with you. They're matter-of-fact, without any attempt at dramatizing anything. One of his, about losing each of his parents, is one of the best songs I've heard anywhere, and it's because he...well, he does what Martin Carthy does--he lets the song do what it needs to do without getting in the way or trying to force an audience reaction. Townes Van Zandt could do it, too, although the people who have covered him haven't always been as successful. Maybe what I mean is that a moving song should be cathartic in some way, while a song that crassly manipulates you (if successful) is more like an emotional rape. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Scoville Date: 23 Jan 07 - 04:12 PM So do I, but it doesn't save me from freakin "Faded Coat of Blue". For the record--Aspies feel emotion just like everyone else, we're just not sure what to do with it. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: kendall Date: 23 Jan 07 - 04:09 PM My ex wife used to call those tear jerkers "emotional rape". I know a couple of people who do not understand the attraction of such songs. They both have Asbergers Syndrome. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: HIS NAME IS ANDREW (David Ackles) From: JeremyC Date: 23 Jan 07 - 03:58 PM This song hasn't ever made me cry, but I think it's moving. Although it's by David Ackles, I prefer Martin Carthy's cover to the original (most of the stuff on Ackles' album was way, way overdone). His name is Andrew |
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Subject: Lyr Add: ONE DYIN' AND A BURYIN' From: Cruiser Date: 23 Jan 07 - 03:33 PM Flash Company mentioned one of my all-time favorite tearjerker songs, the very antithesis of have a Zip-a-dee-doo-dah day. ONE DYIN' AND A BURYIN' Well, I think I finally found me a sure-fire way to forget It's so simple, I'm surprised I hadn't done thought of it before yet It's foolproof - well, it's foolhardy, maybe, but who knows Anyway, here I am walking toward where the cold dark water flows Cos all it takes is: One dying and a buryin' One dying and a buryin' Some crying Six carrying me I wanna be free Oh...I wanna be free Free from all this heartache and regret And free from pining for the love I can't forget The love that once was warm and then just somehow turned to hate Made my life a prison from which there's only one escape And that's: One dying and a buryin' One dying and a buryin' Some cryin' Six carryin' me I wanna be free One dying and a buryin' One dying and a buryin' Some cryin' Six carryin' me I wanna be free Debut Date: 07/24/65 Peak Position: 10 Pop Pos: 34 Weeks Charted: 12 Source: Joel Whitburn's Top Country Singles 1944-1993 Billboard Roger Miller, vocalist/humorist/guitarist/composer/songwriter/drummer, was once a fine fiddler. A lifelong smoker, he died of cancer on 10/25/92. I am listening to the song now and the following line always makes me ponder about life, love, hate, and loss: "The love that once was warm and then just somehow turned to 'hate'" So true, but how is it possible for that to happen? If you have ever experienced that aspect of lost love then you can empathize with the lyrical phrase. I guess it is just another one of life's great conundrums… Roger Miller's Official Website Cruiser |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: fat B****rd Date: 23 Jan 07 - 03:24 PM I've always thought the words to "Hickory Holler's Tramp" were pretty moving but "Running Bear" has always been a sad favourite of mine. However, many years ago a friend was given a pile of 78s among which was a real "Good Old Days" (UK TV) singalong chorus waltz called "Don't 'ang My 'Arry". Phew !! |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Cruiser Date: 23 Jan 07 - 01:59 PM Gee Marje, are you an Old Maid and/or ugly as a mud fence? If so, do I have a song for you. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Marje Date: 23 Jan 07 - 01:47 PM JeremyC - yes, I agree that it's very often the actual performance that moves me, and the whole ambiance and context in which it takes place. I was trying to think, after I'd posted, which songs or tunes had made me cry, and it was always individual performances that came to mind. For this reason, I wouldn't list the songs, but for the most part they are very simple, direct songs, full of feeling but devoid of sentimentality. In a newspaper article recently, a journalist wrote: "Sentimentality is the tribute that indifference pays to feeling. It is to compassion what clichés are to thought." That's how I see it too. I can't find myself moved to do anything but laugh, or groan, or throw up at most of the suggestions in this thread. I know a few of them are tongue-in-cheek, but most seem to be offered in all seriousness. I still think there's something in the American culture or temperament that I just don't get. Marje |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: GUEST Date: 23 Jan 07 - 12:26 PM "....he smiled as we parted, 'cos he didn't know that we lost our baby, at the first fall of snow". Hank, of course. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: eddie1 Date: 23 Jan 07 - 11:55 AM Thanks Kendall - I'll use that one Eddie |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: kendall Date: 23 Jan 07 - 11:31 AM ..when you die and go to heaven, All the trains there you can ride, The hard boiled brakeman and the hobo Sleep there peaceful side by side. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Flash Company Date: 23 Jan 07 - 10:18 AM Roger Miller.. One Dying and a Burying. FC |
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Subject: Lyr Add: HOBO'S LULLABY (Goebel Reeves) From: eddie1 Date: 23 Jan 07 - 04:11 AM Must be some twenty years since I first heard the late Danny Kyle sing "Hobo's Lullaby", a song by Goebel Reeves, "The Texas Drifter". Sadly, I was on tour in Bavaria when I heard of Danny's death and couldn't make the funeral. Since then I have heard the Goebel Reeves version and guess if I'd only heard that, I'd never have learnt it. For about 10 years, Danny and I did a Burns Night at "The Swan" in Grasmere and for that reason, I'll play Danny's version of the song on my radio programme on the 25th and I'll have a lump in my throat. HOBO'S LULLABY (Goebel Reeves) Go to sleep, you weary hobo Let the town drift slowly by; Listen to the steel rails humming That's the hobo's lullaby. Do not think about tomorrow; Let tomorrow come and go. Tonight you have a nice warm boxcar Free from all the ice and snow. I know the police cause you trouble, They make trouble everywhere; But when you die and go to heaven, Well, you won't find police there. Now do not let your heart be troubled If the world calls you a bum; 'Cause if your mother lives, she loves you Well, you are still your mother's son. Eddie |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: JennyO Date: 23 Jan 07 - 02:27 AM And "Baby has gorn dahn the Plug'ole" is not supposed to be taken seriously. Erm - I think I already knew that. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Lin in Kansas Date: 23 Jan 07 - 02:02 AM There's always the one called "Little Blossom"--there are two versions of it in the DT. I just listened to a third version from a CD called "Mountain Music Collection" by Wild and Reckless Men, which varies a bit from the DT versions (and no, I'm not going to transcribe the thing just now; I couldn't stand to listen to it again!) This is one of the albums we used to take with us on long trips, but both of us would reach for the "Skip" button when Little Blossom came on. Gaaaahhhhhhhhhh...barf. We have the same reaction to Wreck on the Highway--but to each his own, as they say. Lin |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Bert Date: 23 Jan 07 - 01:39 AM Goodbye Old Ship of Mine. Hobo Bill. Noreen Bawn. While London Sleeps. And "Baby has gorn dahn the Plug'ole" is not supposed to be taken seriously. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BLACK DENIM TROUSERS (Leiber/Stoller) From: Lin in Kansas Date: 23 Jan 07 - 01:15 AM And there's always "Black Denim Trousers" that was on the back side of a 78 we had. Side A was called "The Creep," I think. We played "Trousers" so much that my dad pitched it out on the driveway, where it broke into smithereens. I always wound up with a mental picture of this biker dude flying down the highway, buck naked, on the back of his bike...? Lin in Kansas _____________________________________ Black Denim Trousers Words and Music by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller as sung on "The Diamonds Collection" Stardust CD-1010 (charted by The Cheers at # 6 in 1955) He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like a gun That fool was the terror of Highway 101 Well, he never washed his face and he never combed his hair He had axle grease imbedded underneath his fingernails On the muscle of his arm was a red tattoo A picture of a heart saying "Mother, I love you" He had a pretty girlfriend by the name of Mary Lou But he treated her just like he treated all the rest And everybody pitied her 'cause everybody knew He loved that doggone motorcycle best He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like a gun That fool was the terror of Highway 101 Mary Lou, poor girl, she pleaded and she begged him not to leave She said "I've got a feeling if you ride tonight I'll grieve." But her tears were shed in vain and her every word was lost In the rumble of his engine and the smoke from his exhaust He took off like a Devil; there was fire in his eyes!! He said "I'll go a thousand miles before the sun can rise." But he hit a screamin' diesel that was California-bound And when they cleared the wreckage, all they found Was his black denim trousers and motorcycle boots And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back But they couldn't find the 'cicle that took off like a gun And they never found the terror of Highway 1 oh 1. You can hear this one at this URL. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: DAYS OF SAND AND SHOVELS From: Cruiser Date: 23 Jan 07 - 12:19 AM I posted this on an earlier thread about melodramatic songs: A beautiful melodic, lyrical ballad notwithstanding it's very sentimental, although meaningful, context; one of my all-time favorite tearjerkers. DAYS OF SAND AND SHOVELS (Bud Reneau / Doyle Marsh) Jim Ed Brown - 1970 Lyricsplayground.com When I noticed her the first time I was outside running barefoot in the rain She lived in the house next door Her nose was pressed against the window pane When I looked at her she smiled And showed a place where two teeth used to be And I heard her ask her mom If she could come outside and play with me Soon the days of sand and shovels Gave way to the mysteries of life Then I noticed she was changing And I looked at her through different eyes We became as one and knew a love Without beginning or an end And everyday I lived with her Was like a new day dawning once again And I've loved her since Every doll was Shirley Temple Soda pop was still a nickel Jam was on her fingertips Milk was circled on her lips After many years our love grew silent And at night I heard her cry And when she left me in the fall I knew that this would be our last goodbye I was man enough to give her Everything she needed for a while But in searching for a pefect love I found that I could not give her a child Now she lives a quiet life And is a mother of a little girl And everytime I pass her house My thoughts go back into another world Cause I see her little girl Her nose is pressed against the window pane And she thinks I'm a lonely man Who wants to come inside out of the rain And I've loved her since Every doll was Shirley Temple Soda pop was still a nickel Jam was on her fingertips Milk was circled on her lips Bobby Vinton Debut: 6/14/69 Peak: #34 Weeks: 8 Source: Joel Whitburn's Top Pop Singles 1955-2002 Billboard Waylon Jennings Debut: 5/24/69 Peak: #20 Weeks: 12 Nat Stuckey also had a #26 country hit with this song in 1978. Source: Joel Whitburn's Top Country Singles 1944-1993 Billboard Cruiser |
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Subject: Lyr Add: ROCK MY CRADLE ONCE AGAIN From: Cruiser Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:41 PM ROCK MY CRADLE ONCE AGAIN Recorded by Hank Williams, Sr. Writers: Johnny Bond and Billy Folger [c] Far away from friends and loved ones 'mid the [g7] storm, a soldier [c] lay Gathered 'round him all his buddies Raised his [g7] head, we heard him [c] say. There's a [f] lamp light in the [c] window Where an [f] angel from a-[c] bove Gently [f] rocked my baby [c] cradle With such [g7] tender care and [c] love. Mother [f] dearest, darlin' [c] mother It would [f] ease this awful [c] pain If she'd sing until i'm sleepin' Rock my [g7] cradle once a-[c] gain. 'neath the palms tonight he's sleepin' On an island far away Tho' the years pass on in sorrow I still recall his words today. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THEY'LL NEVER TAKE HER LOVE FROM ME From: Cruiser Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:33 PM THEY'LL NEVER TAKE HER LOVE FROM ME Written by Leon Payne Sung by Hank Williams Sr. If today the sun should set on all my hopes and cares There is one smiling face the gods would see Because she'll walk along beside me up the golden stairs No, they'll never never take her love from me. What a fool I was to go and break the trust she gave And see her love turn into sympathy It's the one regret I'll carry with me to my grave Oh, they'll never ever take her love from me. (bridge chords for solos) I'm so thankful for each golden hour of happiness That we shared together in the used to be Someone else's arms may hold her now in fond caress But they'll never never take her love from me. I thought I'd make her happy if I stepped aside But I knew her love would never set me free And even on the morning she became another's bride I said they'll never never take her love from me. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: DON'T TELL MAMA From: Lin in Kansas Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:23 PM Bluegrass music is full of these old songs, as pointed out above with "Wreck on the Highway" and several others. But even the modern guys do them. Here's one Gary Allan does on his "Smoke Rings in the Dark" album. Granted, he's classified country, but his stuff is fairly contemporary anyway. I only have lyrics; don't know who wrote it. He does a great job of singing it. Lin in Kansas __________________________________________________ Artist/Band: Allan Gary DON'T TELL MAMA I was headed north on Highway Five On a star-lit Sunday night When a pick-up truck flew by me out of control As I watched in my headlights He swerved left then back right He never hit the brakes As he left the road I found him lying in the grass Among the steel and glass With an empty whiskey bottle by his side And through the blood and tears He whispered in my ear A few last words just before he died CH: Don't tell Mama I was drinkin' Lord knows her soul would never rest I cain't leave this world with Mama thinkin' I met the Lord with whiskey on my breath I still think about that night And how that young man died And how others sometimes pay for our mistakes The last thing on his mind As he left this world behind Was knowing someone else's heart would break CHORUS FADE... Don't tell Mama I was drinkin' |
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