Lyr Req: Widowmaker

Subject: Widowmaker
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Date: 24 Dec 00 - 01:07 AM

Does anyone know the lyrics to the old twang Widowmaker?

Subject: Lyr Add: THE WIDOWMAKER (John Conolly)
From: Zebedee
Date: 24 Dec 00 - 04:22 AM

Is this the one you want? Taken from this page

Ed

THE WIDOWMAKER

Words & music: John Conolly

When The Widowmaker Wind howls up the river,
When the sky falls dark and heavy to the rolling of the tide,
When you lie awake and listen to the wind blow,
When you wish you'd never been a sailor's bride.
For wives and mothers all along the coastline,
It's another day of darkness and another night of fear,
For it's 'Gale Force 9' and black ice in the Faroes,
December is the deadly time of year.

It's hard to be both mother and a father,
A lonely woman struggling to rear a growing lad,
And your heart sinks every time he tries to tell you,
He wants to go to sea just like his dad.
So in between the kissing and the cursing,
You try to make a home where he can grow up straight and free,
But there's no way you can keep him there forever,
You know someday you'll lose him to the sea.

When your man comes home with money in his pocket,
It's like the sun come shining through the clouds and through the rain,
Now the time has come to do your share of living ,
In two days he'll be outward bound again.
The laughing and the loving and the drinking,
Are moments to forget the nights you lay alone and cried,
For tonight you'll be a queen but come tomorrow,
He's sailing on the early morning tide.

When The Widowmaker's howling up the river,
When the sky falls dark and heavy to the rolling of the tide,
When you lie awake and listen to the wind blow,
Do you wish you'd never been a sailor's bride?

Subject: Lyr Add: WIDOWMAKER (Penny Jay & Buddy Wilson)
From: GUEST
Date: 24 Dec 00 - 04:33 AM

"Widow maker, widow maker" were the words so bright and big
Painted 'cross the bumper of his shiny rig.
Billy Mack kissed Wanda Ann, then climbed into his rig.
Said he'd be back a Tuesday night,
so plan on something big.

That big red deisel roared to life and Bill was L.A. bound.
The wheels were humming "Wanda Ann" as he rode out of town,
Twenty thousand r.p.ms were showing on the tach,
But no one knew this was the last long ride for Billy Mack.

Widow maker, widow maker, only Bill could understand
Was going to make a widow out of pretty Wanda Ann.

Just a few more miles and Bill was on that mountain range
Where dead ahead a pickup full of kids blocked both the lanes.
Bill hit the air and then he felt his trailer slide and sway
And the pickup driver made no move to help him clear the way.
He just had time to think of Wanda as he fought the wheel,
Then Billy Mack was buried under twenty tons of steel.
One life for ten has always been a deisel driver's code.
That's why Billy swung thaat widow maker off the road.

From Bluegrass Songbook, Oak Publications, credited to Penny Jay & Buddy Wilson.