Lyr Req: Rack Up the Balls Boys (Rex Allen)

Subject: Lyr Req: Willie held a lilly
From: GUEST,HiHo_Silver
Date: 21 Sep 03 - 06:49 PM

Looking for lyrics and melody to this song: possibly posted but under a different title: Lyrics in part are:

Rack up the balls boys
put away the cues
Father time is on the lose and he ain't gonna lose
The guy that threw the cue ball was no bigger than a flea
now willie holds a lilly that he could not smell nor see.

This much from memory and not necessarily acurate

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Willie held a lilly
From: Sorcha
Date: 21 Sep 03 - 07:19 PM

Looks like the title is Rack Up the Balls Boys, by Rex Allen. No lyrics found.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Willie held a lilly
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 21 Sep 03 - 07:26 PM

The Record Lady has it, A-9, Real Country Archives, Rex Allen.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Willie held a lilly
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 22 Sep 03 - 01:33 AM

I once heard a really rude parody of this one, wish I'd paid more attention at the time, was too busy being hysterical.

It started off by Spoonerising the title and as for the 'rack up the balls' - well, I'm sure you can work out the rest!

LTS

Subject: Lyr Add: RACK UP THE BALLS, BOYS (from Rex Allen)
From: GUEST,HiHo_Silver
Date: 22 Sep 03 - 03:08 PM

RACK UP THE BALLS, BOYS
Transcribed from a recording by Rex Allen

Rack up the balls, boys. Put away the cues.
Old Father Time is on the trail and he ain't gonna lose.
When he deals your number, he's gonna call your name.
It ain't no joke. That's all she wrote. This may be your last game.

It was down in Higgins' poolroom on the corner of the square.
A flea-bitten crowd had gathered and sweet music filled the air.
Old Honest John was takin' bets when dice bounced off the wall.
From a heart attack, he staggered back. He covered his last call.
So rack up the balls, boys. Put away the cues.
Old Father Time is on the trail and he ain't gonna lose.
Old Honest John was takin' bets when dice bounced off the wall.
From a heart attack, he staggered back. He covered his last call.

A big rough man was Willie Jones, the bully of our town,
But in a fight he lost one night and he was smitten down.
The guy that threw the cue ball was no bigger than a flea,
Yet Willie held a lily that he couldn't smell nor see.
So rack up the balls, boys. Put away the cues.
Old Father Time is on the trail and he ain't gonna lose.
The guy that threw the cue ball was no bigger than a flea,
Yet Willie held a lily that he couldn't smell nor see.

In every town, there is some bird who's heavy on the boast.
I've news for you. I know a man who's walking awfully close.
He's got a scythe in his right hand and wears a long grey beard.
Smart alec guy, I bet you'll cry when he pins back your ears.
So rack up the balls, boys. Put away the cues.
Old Father Time is on your trail and he ain't gonna lose.
He's got a scythe in his right hand and wears a long grey beard.
Smart alec guy, I bet you'll cry when he pins back your ears.

Some like to come in loaded and give their wife a scare.
She'll probably marry another shortly after you ain't here.
So if you wanna stick around, don't have another drink,
But go home now. It's gettin' late. It's later than you think.
So rack up the balls, boys. Put away the cues.
Old Father Time is on the trail and he ain't gonna lose.
So if you wanna stick around don't have another drink
But go home now. It's gettin' late. It's later than you think.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Willie held a lilly
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 22 Sep 03 - 11:37 PM

Rack up the balls, boy