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WABASH BLUES (Dave Ringle & Fred Meinken) Nearly broken hearted since the day that I once started from my Wabash home, Indiana's sweet and it's a place that's hard to beat but then I longed to roam, My old homestead I now can see, I had a girl as sweet as could be, Now every day I'm so lonesome it's misery. cho: Oh, those Wabash Blues' I know I got my dues, A lonesome soul am I, I feel that I could die. Candle light that gleams, haunts me in my dreams I'll pack my walking shoes - to lose those Wabash Blues. I am just a mourner for each little nook and corner that I used to know, No more will I linger 'cause I see a warning finger pointing where to go There's no reason why I should stay, I'll take a hint and beat it away, Old memories bring recollections the while I say: PATTER CHORUS Through the sycamore the candle light is burning bright Memory brings the scent of new-mown hay to me each night I am starting for that spot no need to ask me when I'll be leaving hoofprints t'ward the old home road again. 'Xpect to see the moonshine on the Wabash any night Seems that such a picture's bound to turn me to the right Making up my mind to see that home so far away But until that happens here's the best that I can say: lyrics by Dave Ringle & music by Fred Meinken Copyright 1921, Leo Feist, Inc. from sheet music available online at the University of Chicago, www.lib.uchicaTUNE FILE: CLICK TO PLAY filename[ WABBLUES JRO |
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