Jeri, I am sorry I missed that one. Sounds like a good'un.

Here are a few of the songs I performed:

First, Last Letter Home.

LAST LETTER HOME
(McDade/Brown, ASCAP)

I have heard the cannons thundering all night,
And I cannot help but wonder,
Why's the Rebel Cause so right?
And the morphine seems to do no good at all.
I would run away, if I would not fall.

Well I joined the Southern cavalry for fun.
Must have rode a thousand horses;
Always had a way with a gun.
Now I'm among the horseless riders lying still.
Swallowed up by the Cause on Hero's (the Widow's) Hill.

Chorus:
And I dreamed of a rose in a Spanish garden,
And I kissed you and placed it in your hair.
And, if I'm ever on my feet again, I will,
I will run all the way just to meet you there.

Through the day I watched those Southern boys go down.
And they lay like Georgia peaches
Bruised and broken on the ground.
Through the night I wondered if it was worth the pain,
And I cried out not revenge, but I called your name. CHO:

I found "Biscuit Blues" through the Forum a year and one-half ago, but I could not locate the thread.

BISCUIT BLUES

CHO:
Don't put no more baking powder in your bread you see,
Your biscuits are tall enough for me.
Don't put no more sugar in your jelly roll, you see,
Your jelly roll is sweet enough for me.

Some men like cold cuts,
Some they like's cold tongue.
Some men don't like biscuits,
You know they like them doggone big fat buns.
Don't put no more baking powder in your bread you see,
Your biscuits are tall enough for me. CHO:

Some men you know they's straight,
Some are crooked as a barrel of snakes.
Don't like biscuits, they don't like buns,
You know they like them old flat batter cakes.
Don't put no more baking powder in your bread you see,
Your biscuits are tall enough for me.

Someone said afterwards that Roy Book Binder does this song.

Finally (for today), a Tim Wallace. Tim is a fine singer-songwriter from Ohio with an over the edge sense of humor.

YOU DON'T EVEN CARE
(Tim Wallace)

I shot myself through the head, and you don't even care
I held my breath til I was dead, and you don't even care
I nailed a note to my forehead saying you don't even care.
And I hate it when you treat me this a way.

I gassed myself the other night, but you don't even care
I burnt my lips on your tailpipe, but you don't even care
You told me that I never did a single thing for you,
Not even when I choked and turned your favorite shade of blue.

I hung myself , but I suppose that you don't even care.
Right next to your favorite clothes and you don't even care
Strung out by your pantyhose and you don't even care.
And I hate it when you treat me this a way.

I flung myself off of your roof, and you don't even care
My dead corpse is living proof that you don't even care
I landed flat with a big fat splat, but on the way down
I called your name so folks would blame you all over town.

I stuffed grenades into my jeans, and you don't even care.
I blew my butt to smitherreens, and you don't even care
And you weren't even listening 'cause you don't even care
And I hate it when you treat me this a way.

I climbed into the lions den, and you don't even care
I never climbed back out again, but you don't even care
They pawed me and they clawed me the way you used to do.
And when they ripped my heart out I could only think of you

I slashed and bashed and gashed myself, but you don't even care
Crashed and mashed and trashed myself, but you don't even care.
I even made a flaming ash of myself, but you don't even care
And I hate it when you treat me like I'm maladjusted
... I'm codependent And I hate it ..... I'm self-destructive
And I hate it when you treat me this a way.
^^

I gotta go to bed. I will add some more on another day.;

Roger in Baltimore