Lyr Add: Songs sung by Billy Jones

Subject: Lyr Add: HORSES (Richard Whiting / Byron Gay)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 06 Sep 11 - 07:11 PM

You can hear this song at YouTube (where it is mistakenly titled CRAZY OVER HORSES and attributed to Billy Jones & Ernest Hare; actually, Hare does not appear on this recording).


HORSES
Words by Richard Whiting; music by Byron Gay.
New York: Leo Feist, ©1926.
As sung by Billy Jones on Regal 8046, Domino 3707, Perfect 12261A, & Banner 1735.

They're off!

Took my girl to the races.
Gosh, how she loved the races!
There we sat, sittin' in the sand.
She stood pat; couldn't pat her hand.
Took one look at a ... and that was the end of me.
Crazy over horses, horses, horses.
Nutty over horses, horses, horses.
Goofy over horses, horses, horses.
She's a little wild.
Daffy over horses, horses, horses.
Silly over horses, horses, horses.
Once I heard her call me Spark Plug, Brown Eyes too.
Guess she thinks I'm a horse's Barney Google.
At the altar, altar, altar,
Maybe she will falter, falter, falter,
Then I'll get a halter, halter, halter,
Just to make her mind.
A woman's "no" means "yes" I guess.
A horse's neigh is a horse's yes.
Oh, it's horses, horses, just a lot o' horses,
Horses, horses all the time.

Guess she thinks I'm a horse's Barney Google.
At the altar, altar, altar,
Maybe she will falter, falter, falter,
Then I'll get a halter, halter, halter,
Just to make her mind.
And ev'ry time she drinks, by heck,
She always drinks a horse's neck.
Oh, it's horses, horses, just a lot o' horses,
Horses, horses all the time.

When we came from the races,
She kicked over the traces.
She wouldn't go to an auto show.
An auto show was much too slow.
She preferred a rodeo.
So does her old man.
Crazy over horses, horses, horses.
Nutty over horses, horses, horses.
Goofy over horses, horses, horses.
She's a little wild.
Daffy over horses, horses, horses.
Silly over horses, horses, horses.
Once I heard he call me Spark Plug, Brown Eyes too.
Guess she thinks I'm a horse's Barney Google.
At the altar, altar, altar,
Maybe she will falter, falter, falter,
Then I'll get a halter, halter, halter,
Just to make her mind.
And with my bride close by my side,
We'll holler, "Thanks for the buggy ride."
Oh, it's horses, horses, just a lot o' horses,
Horses, horses all the time.

Subject: Lyr Add: IN THE OLD TOWN HALL
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 07 Sep 11 - 01:36 AM

You can hear this song at YouTube where it erroneously states that it is sung by "Billy Jones and Ernest Hare."


IN THE OLD TOWN HALL
Words and music by Harry Pease, Ed. G. Nelson, and Howard Johnson.
New York: L. Feist, ©1921.
As sung by Billy Jones and "mixed chorus" on Edison Diamond Disk 50841-R.

VERSE 1: We remember the old village school.
We remember the old swimming pool,
But there is a spot
We all have forgot.
There's one in each town as a rule.
Its praises have never been sung,
But we had fun when we were young—

CHORUS 1: In the old town hall,
In the old town hall.
That's the place where ev'ryone went.
When we were kids many good times were spent
In the old town hall.
Those happy days I recall.
That's where they held all the dances and fights.
The parson used it for church Sunday nights.
Next day you'd see burlesque with girls dressed in tights
In the old town hall.

VERSE 2: That's the place where the band would rehearse
While the neighbors would listen and curse.
The judge of the court,
A jolly old sport,
Would wed you for better or worse.
The mayor, as ev'ryone knew,
Was known as the janitor too—

CHORUS 2: In the old town hall,
In the old town hall.
Ev'ry year the church had a fair.
They'd sell you chances on ev'rything there
In the old town hall.
Gee how the ... used to fall.
Once I went home with pocketbook flat,
For I'd bought tickets for this and for that,
And all that I'd won was a brown derby hat,
In the old town hall.

CHORUS 3: In the old town hall,
In the old town hall,
Ev'ry time election came round,
You'd see the rubes and the yokels come down.
In the old town hall,
They'd bring their children and all.
They'd go right in just like real honest men.
They'd cast their ballots and come out, but then,
They'd walk right back in and they'd all vote again,
In the old town hall.

CHORUS 4: In the old town hall,
In the old town hall,
Cows and pigs walked right in the door.
Even the chickens laid eggs on the floor.
In the old town hall,
They had a welcome for all.
The town went dry and the folks were in tears,
Except the sheriff and he gave three cheers,
For he had enough to last thirty-five years,
In the old town hall.

CHORUS 5: In the old town hall,
In the old town hall,
Though this song was written in fun,
Let's not forget many great things were done
In the old town hall.
When ... made a call,
They left their plows in the soil that they tilled.
They went across; with their deeds we were thrilled,
So let's not forget they were trained and were drilled
In the old town hall.