Subject: Lyr Add: SUMMER OF '88 (Spider John Koerner)
From:
Jim Dixon
Date: 14 Jun 06 - 08:10 PM
Something inspired me to transcribe this.
SUMMER OF '88
Spider John Koerner
Was the summer of '88 on the great Midwestern plain.
The heat rolled on and the rain did not rain.
Was election year, and the candidates were crankin' up a storm.
They were talkin' through their hats an' blowin' hot air and they weren't even gettin' warm.
All around the countryside, in the cities and the town,
The price was goin' up and the quality was goin' down.
Ev'rywhere you'd look at, and ev'rywhere you'd go,
Those liberal-conservative left-right wingers were jawin' to the bone.
CHORUS: And the moon hangs low, and the moon hangs high,
And the good old earth hangs in the sky.
The sun never rises and the sun it never sets,
And you know it ain't over yet.
Down at the local water hole, some fools were hangin' around.
They were talkin' about this, and talkin' about that, and the air was gettin' brown.
When somebody would come walkin' through the door,
They'd look 'em up, and they'd look 'em down, and they would not look no more.
Their heads was full o' sugar plums and fears o' the enemy,
And the good and the bad and the ugly and some other fantasy.
Yes, time was passin' and the weather was waitin' outside,
And for many a soul, the water hole was a good place to hide. CHORUS
Meanwhile, around the world, the money boys were workin' on their game,
Goin' for the money like they didn't have no shame;
And the nasty boys around the world were workin' on their game.
They had drums an' guns an' sticks an' stones and they called each other names.
Ah, the science boys and the medicine boys were workin' on their game.
Changin' their theories all around, and they'd change 'em around again.
Yeah, the religion boys around the world were workin' on their game,
Tryin' to deny that God is God the same (?);
And the av'rage boys around the world were workin' on their game,
Lettin' those other boys tell 'em how the game is played.
Now, if men will be boys and women will be girls,
Tell me what in the world is gonna happen to this old world.
Yeah, back at the local water hole, some folks were hangin' around.
They were talkin' to some other folks that were there from out o' town.
Was Buffalo Joe and Lou, his girl.
They's just gettin' back from a trip around the world.
Bill said to Joe, "What was it like?"
"Yes, what was it like?" said Barbecue Mike.
"Well, I saw some things I have never seen before,
And I'll never be the same again, and never no more."
Yeah, down in the city, out on the plain,
The wind does blow and it blows the same.
It blows the leaves, it blows the dust,
And it blows on down and it blows on us.
A red-tailed hawk, when he's flyin' up high,
Can see a little bitty snake with his razor-sharp eye;
And a eight-hooter owl with his sensitive eyes
Can see a hundred thousand stars more than you and I.
If anybody asks you who sang this song,
Tell him it was some fool that has been here and gone.
And if anybody asks you, where did he go,
It's far, far away where the cool breezes blow. CHORUS
Yeah, the fat lady sang and it ain't over yet.
[As sung by Spider John Koerner on "Raised by Humans," Red House CD #44, 1992.
[To hear an archived radio program that contains this song, click here. The song begins 26 minutes and 28 seconds from the beginning of the program.]
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