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Buddy Tabor- Songwriter Related threads: Obit: Buddy Tabor, Singer/Songwriter/Poet-Feb 2012 (23) Buddy Tabor Scholarships- Setting Up (6) |
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Subject: Review: Buddy Tabor Played at Folsum Prison From: Ebbie Date: 07 Oct 04 - 11:31 PM Buddy Tabor, a folksinger and songwriter in Juneau, Alaska, on tour 'down south' at the moment, called and reported that his gig at Folsom Prison went very well and was "a very emotional experience" for him. I can just imagine that the CLANG of the doors behind him curdled his spine a bit. It will probably result in new songs from him- he does a lot of blues and other biting stuff; as he says, happy songs depress him. At last April's Alaska Folk Festival, the inmates and staff at the prison heard his set and called him a day or two later. He was thrilled about the invitation to play there because Johnny Cash played there long ago. He is a prolific writer and has far more songs -and CDs - recorded than show up at the efolk music site I'm linking to but there are a couple of downloads there that give an idea of what the man is about. Incidentally, he doesn't know I'm posting this thread- but we're quite proud of him. As one musician says, When Buddy dies, he's going to be famous. More about Buddy:
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Subject: Songs by Buddy Tabor- Songwriter From: Ebbie Date: 18 Apr 11 - 01:25 PM Here are several representative Buddy Tabor songs. He is a prolific writer but we have learned to eagerly anticipate each one. For the last three or four years he has had a standing gig at Folsom Prison (on the last tour, he did two there) and some of his songs come from that experience. Buddy quips that happy songs depress him, and that of the 150 songs he has recorded, four are happy. He does have some though that are heart warming. Like 'She Walks in Beauty', one he wrote about his Navajo mother in law. FATHER'S GRAVE (Buddy Tabor, Juneau, Alaska) My father was born in the hills of West Virginia Rode the coal cars through the train yards, Went to work at seventeen He married Mama late in life, they gave birth to five children You know hard times was all they ever seen That old car he drove made him ashamed but to us it was a limousine Took the kids out a-riding right after Sunday School Buy a watermelon and stop somewhere and eat it in those picnic chairs Spit the seeds out at each other, spit the seeds up in the air We did not know that we was poor, to us kids it did not matter But to him it broke his heart, cracked in pieces as it shattered Catch the lightning bugs in mason jars as it got dark in our back yard In the house that we grew up in that our father never owned Late at night when the wind would blow and rattle on the window In this rundown house he paid the rent for 40 some odd years And though he worked hard all his life and he never drank or gambled He never owned that home that he dreamed through silver tears We did not know that we was poor, to us kids it did not matter But to him it broke his heart, cracked in pieces as it shattered Catch the lightning bugs in mason jars as it got dark in our back yard In the house that we grew up in that our father never owned When the old man died he didn't have a nickel to his name All the kids pitched in to pay for his funeral Mama's sister donated a little plot of land To lay his body down to rest in peaceful sleep And it was six feet deep and four feet wide and we covered it with flowers And thanked our father there for all he'd done For at last he had a piece of land he could call his own And no one to collect the rent on his bleached out tired old bones Tired old bones, tired old bones And at least he had a piece of land he could call his own HIGHWAY SONG (Buddy Tabor) I had a girl up in Denver. She had the keys to my heart But that highway called to me. Lord, it tore us apart I guess she's still up in Denver. Never seen her again Cause when you're out on this highway you're just like the wind Roll on, roll on. Sing a highway song Here one day and the next day you're gone And you roll and you ramble like a leaf on the wind You pack up your suitcase. You're gone again. This old highway's like morphine, it can kill all your pain That dirty old asphalt it runs through your vein Like a gambler with his cards or a drunkard his wine The wheels spin around and you burn up your time I've been through your towns where they don't know your name And after awhile they all look the same I ain't got no friends and I ain't got no home Cause when you're out on this highway you're out here alone That broken white line, it runs through my soul And I'll follow its path 'til the day I grow old And the day I grow old I'll lie down by this road I'll lay down my burdens, I'll lay down my load MILES TO GO (Buddy Tabor) There's a line that's drawn through This life of beauty and tears Sometimes it seems so far away, Sometimes it seems so near When the spirit and flesh are torn Between Earth and the sky As we go through the days and the hours And the minutes of our lives You may be weary, You may be feeling low Your life might be out of line But you still got miles to go Miles to go, miles to go. Between the earth and the sky And the moment we die, We still got miles to go There's questions we'll never answer, There's things we'll never know Searching for that state of grace Out here on this open road There's a reason for everything, Sometimes you just let it go Between the earth and the sky And the moment we die We still got miles to go Beyond this great horizon At the end of this endless road We'll stand in the sun to see what we've done And we won't have miles to go You won't be weary, You won't be feeling low Your life will finally be in line And you won't have miles to go |
Subject: Great Buddy Tabor CD! 'Hope' From: Little Hawk Date: 18 Jan 12 - 10:30 PM Someone on Mudcat sent me this CD awhile back. I think it was Ebbie. Anyway, it's marvelous. Buddy Tabor is from Alaska by the looks of it. He's got a collection here of the most heartfelt songs, some great protest songs and social comment, very moving stuff. He's got a song that makes a satirical comment on the Rightwing notion that God has rewarded the rich for their righteousness and that's why they're doing so well and the poor aren't, of course, because they're sinners...it's called "Jesus Loves Me (More Than He Loves You)". There are 14 songs on this album and they're all great. Thanks, Ebbie! (Or whoever it was...) |
Subject: RE: Great Buddy Tabor CD! 'Hope' From: Bobert Date: 18 Jan 12 - 10:34 PM Buddy Tabor is the shits, L.H. Ebbie or KT sent me some of his stuff, too, and he is the real deal... B~ |
Subject: RE: Buddy Tabor- Songwriter From: GUEST,Owlkat Date: 11 May 12 - 01:38 PM Any chance of getting the lyrics to "Get up dogs, you ain't tired" Thanks, Danna. |
Subject: RE: Buddy Tabor- Songwriter From: Ebbie Date: 12 May 12 - 11:46 AM Get Up Dogs Guy (Buddy) Tabor 1997 Get up dogs, you ain't tired In the spirit of this race we can set this trail on fire You were born unto the race- your dogs are just the same You were made for the winner's circle, it runs inside your veins The days of alcohol, it never ruled your mind You were born a free man, you never were that kind People watch you because you stand up proud and tall And that ain't all In the summertime it's hot, the bugs are in your face Your mind is on your fishing but your heart is in the race When the seasons change the snow will set you free It's the call of the wild, it's the only way to be As the snow disappears beneath your sleds, you've lost all track of time An ancient rhythm pounds from a drum somewhere in the back of your mind The elders sing, the people dance and you go round and round Into the dream the runners scream as they slide across the ground Get up dogs, you ain't tired In the spirit of this race we can set this trail on fire You were born unto the race- you dogs are just the same You were made for the winner's circle, it runs inside your veins |
Subject: RE: Buddy Tabor- Songwriter From: Ebbie Date: 04 Feb 13 - 10:42 PM Tomorrow, February 5, 2013, it will be a year since Buddy died. Unbelievable. |
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