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Lyr Req: There's a long long nail a winding DigiTrad: LONG LONG TRAIL Related threads: Chord Req: The Long Long Trail (7) Lyr Req: There's a Long, Long Trail (parodies) (14) |
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Subject: Lyr Req: There's a long long nail a winding From: GUEST,Diana S. Date: 15 Nov 03 - 06:28 AM Hello. I'm trying to find the lyrics to an old song that my Dad used to sing. It started this way: "There's a long long nail a winding into the sole of my shoe. And it's found its way right in my foot a mile or two." And it ends with something like this: ... "until the time that I can sit right down and pull that old nail out." I would greatly appreciate having all the lyrics to the song and a title would be great to have, too! Thank you for your help. I'm new to this forum and may not find my way back here anytime soon. If you could email me directly, that would be wonderful. Diana djquist@aol.com |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: There's a long long nail a winding From: GUEST,Diana S. Date: 15 Nov 03 - 06:40 AM I'm going to go ahead and ask about two more songs that I'm trying to find lyrics for. The first one I'm guessing the experts here won't have any trouble with. It starts out: "I like to go swimming with bow-legged women and swim between their knees..." The second song may be a tougher case. It's a little narrative about a forest ranger who saves a young woman from a bear (I think) and they fall in love. It starts out, "There was a forest ranger who lived out in the woods..." Many thanks for the help. Diana djquist@aol.com |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: There's a long long nail a winding From: McGrath of Harlow Date: 15 Nov 03 - 07:50 AM The first one of course would be a parody of There's a long long trail - but then you probably know that anyway. It sounds as if it's probably a soldier's version. Or possibly Scouts. |
Subject: Add: There's a long long nail a winding From: Nigel Parsons Date: 15 Nov 03 - 08:06 AM Found Here THE LONG, LONG NAIL Tune: Long, Long Trail Heart of America Council There's a long, long nail a grinding Up through the sole of my shoe For it's ground its way into my foot For a whole mile or two There's a long, long hill before me And what I'm dreaming about Is the time when I can sit down And pull that long, long nail out. NP |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: There's a long long nail a winding From: Nigel Parsons Date: 15 Nov 03 - 08:14 AM Bow Legged Women thread inconclusive, but some info. Reference to M*A*S*H* takes us to This page which only gives the same excerpt as in the earlier thread, possibly just a snippet written for that scene? Nigel |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: There's a long long nail a winding From: GUEST,Diana Sedenquist Date: 15 Nov 03 - 04:14 PM Thank you very much for the help. I'm going to have to work on my Dad to come up with the rest of the lyrics to the bow-legged women song. I'll post them here (or actually to the thread that you referred me to). If anyone comes up with knowledge of -- or lyrics to -- the Forest Ranger song, that would be wonderful. Appreciate the great information. Diana |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: There's a long long nail a winding From: GUEST,Carl Drews Date: 01 Aug 05 - 05:57 PM My father used to sing it just a little differently: There's a long, long nail a-winding into the sole of my shoe; and it's worked its way into my foot a mile or two. There's a long, long road before me and what I'm thinking about, is the time when I can sit right down and pull that darn nail out! |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: There's a long long nail a winding From: Peace Date: 01 Aug 05 - 06:17 PM The bowlegged women rhyme was used in the movie, "Jaws". |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: There's a long long nail a winding From: dick greenhaus Date: 01 Aug 05 - 07:02 PM In the 1930s we sang: "I'm Popeye the Sailor Man I live in a garbage can I likes to go swimmin' with bow-legged women I'm Popeye the Sailor Man (toot! toot!) |
Subject: ADD: The Lucky Ranger (P.S. Lovejoy) From: GUEST,Brian V. Date: 30 Sep 08 - 10:09 AM I think I found your Forest Ranger song Diana The Lucky Ranger (P.S. Lovejoy) [tune: Johnnie and Frankie] O once there was a ranger / Who always did his best He wore the Service uniform / And a badge upon his vest He had no interest / Save in his forest. He had his breakfast early / Two hours before daylight He hit the trail at sun-up / And kept it up till night And half the night / He'd read and write. O he was in demand / When trouble was in sight For he could run a Whizzer / And he could also fight Hell or high water / It was all right. His pride was that he knew / His work from A to Z From Abies to zylem / The Manual and sub E And every part / He knew by heart His mind was automatic / He never liked debate He never hesitated / And never was too late He could not make / A mistake. He thought the world was skookum / But asked two things from life That he should own a forest / And that he find a wife For to marry / Was necessary. One day a tourist's daughter / Got lost out in the brush The 'phoned in to the Ranger / And he was there with a rush They needn't worry / For he would hurry. He tracked her down a canyon / And up a mountain side And if he hadn't found her / She certainly would have died But she was plucky / And that was lucky. For when the ranger saw her / A great big grizzly bear Had run her up on a pile of rocks / And he was a-keeping her there And now the Ranger / Was in great danger. But the Ranger ran right up / And pulled his forty-five And the air turned blue with the smoke of it / But the bear was still alive The fighting / Was exciting. The Ranger's guns were empty / So he pulled his Bowie knife For the bear was coming for him / And he had to save his life And for a fight / That was all right. But the Ranger he was losing / For he didn't have the weight The girl saw things were desperate And she was most too late But she was coming / And coming running. The bear was bleeding badly / But the Ranger was all in When the bear hit him an awful smash / And it looked just like a win But in a clem / Cherche la femme. The bear reached for the Ranger / Who had fainted with the shock When the girl ran a hairpin down his ear / And beaned him with a rock The with the knife / She took his life. The Ranger's leg was broken / But they had to get outside So the girl she carried him fifteen miles / And all the way she cried For she was sad / And also glad. She nursed the ranger well / And then one moonlight night He said, "My dear, I love you / You certainly can fight You saved my life / Please be my wife." "O yes indeed", she answered / "But you certainly were slow I'd rather marry a Ranger / Than any man I know And I'd rather marry you / Than carry you." "But we will have to wait, dear / For a while at least I fear For I have no Ranger Station / And it may take me a year The Supervisor / Is a miser." "No! I can't wait so long / And anyway don't you care We will get married tomorrow / For Pa is a millionaire Pick out your forest / And get the best." Well he thought of the old Uinta / And the Routt and the Medicine Bow The Blackfeet and the Coeur d'Alene / The Crook and the Durango But they all had / Too blamed much snow. He thought of the Uncompahgre / The Gila and the Kern The Modoc and the Klamath / But he was afraid they'd burn And also / The Ochoco. He wanted to make certain / There should be no mistake So he took a trip to the Kootenai / And then to the Fishlake And the Lolo / And the Mono. The Leadville was too high / The Kansas was too low So he passed up all of District Two / And still was on the go To look still more / Became a chore. But he said, "I am a Ranger / And the forest is my home I must find one that suits me / And until then I must roam It will be fun / To own one." He went to the Pacific / And climbed up Mount Ranier He looked around all Puget Sound / And then he said "I fear That each is rainier / Than Ranier." The Datil was too dry / The Chelan was too wet The Inyo was awful dry / The Chugach wetter yet In melancholy / He slipped his trolley. Year after year he wandered / Till he forgot his wife To find a perfect forest / He gave up all his life He never knew that / He could not do that. (pitch in minor) Out in the scaler's cabins / Nights when the wind is high The Scalers tell each other / "There's that Ranger goin' by Poor cuss / Worse off than us." Days when the fires are working / And there isn't any sky And there is no grub or water / They here him goin' by "Poor cuss / Worse off than us." Noons when the crew finds water / And the cigaretts are made They damn their job and the party chief / But they do not want to trade "Poor cuss / Worse off than us." Up at the Lookout Station / With his heliograph and phone The Lookout talks to the Guards below / And they say "He's all alone Poor cuss / He envies us." "When the Beartrap District Ranger / Meets up with the one below They damn the Supervisor / But they let the other know "Poor cuss / Worse off than us." When the Utah Supervisor / Meets one from District Three They damn the District Foresters / But in this they agree "Poor cuss / Worse off than us." When the District Heads foregather / To hear the Big Chief tell What they have next to tend to / They all think "Go to hell But the poor cuss / He's worse off than us" (back to major) The Swartzwald suits the German / The Zielwald suits the Swiss The Brittish like the Punjab / And it all comes down to this "Poor cuss / Worse off than us." And some folks like the hardwoods / And some prefer the pine and some folks like the mixed woods / And I like spruce in mine "My forest / Is always best." And some folks like forests level / And some prefer them rough And some want a little and some want lots / And each is good enough "My forest / Is always best. Jack Sprat could eat no fat / Far fields are always green The other fellow has a snap / The Boss is always mean O hell / It's just as well. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: There's a long long nail a winding From: Genie Date: 30 Sep 08 - 03:28 PM This is the version of the Long, Long Trail parody that my mother learned when she was a kid: THE LONG, LONG NAIL Tune: Long, Long Trail There's a long, long nail a-grinding Into the sole of my shoe, And it feels as though it is stuck in About a mile or two. And when this march is over I will give one glad shout And sit beside the road and I will Pull that long nail out. G |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: There's a long long nail a winding From: GUEST Date: 13 Feb 12 - 12:36 PM I used to sing both of these songs in the 50's with my brothers. I am glad that the lyrics haven't been forgotten. They are part of our American history! I still sing "Bill Brogan's Goat" with my kids and "I Went to the Animal Fair" and "You Remember Grandma's Lye Soap, Good For Everything in the Home"...awesome songs!! Don't forget "Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep" greglake20@yahoo.com |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: There's a long long nail a winding From: GUEST Date: 14 Feb 12 - 09:43 AM A version we sang in the scouts There's a lon long worm a crawling across the roof of my tent I can hear the whistle blowing and it,s time I went There,s some cold cold cold water awaiting my dip And when I get home in the Evening that worm will be on my pillowslip. Joe Nicholson |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: There's a long long nail a winding From: Joe Nicholson Date: 14 Feb 12 - 09:48 AM Cookie reset Joe N |
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