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Lyr Req: Mr. & Mississippi (Patti Page) DigiTrad: TWO BROTHERS (CIVIL WAR) Related threads: Lyr Req: Two Brothers (Irving Gordon) (30) Tune Add: two young brothers, not Irving Gordon (4) Lyr Req: The Kentuckian Song (Irving Gordon) (10) Lyr Req: Mister and Mississippi (Irving Gordon) (12) What's this anti-war song?-2 Brothers-Zouaves (28) Lyr Req: Two Brothers / Two Little Boys (15) Chord Req: Two Brothers (on their way, one wore... (5) Lyr Req: Two Brothers (Irving Gordon) (7) |
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Subject: Lyr Req: Mr. & Mississippi (Patti Page) From: Rabbi-Sol Date: 13 Oct 04 - 04:50 PM Patti Page recorded this song in the 1950s, about somone living on a riverboat on the Mississippi. I only remember the chorus. I've been gone to London I've been gone to Rome But Mr. and Mississippi Made me feel at home Anyone who remembers the complete song, please help me out. SOL ZELLER |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mr. & Mississippi (Patti Page) From: Sorcha Date: 13 Oct 04 - 04:57 PM (more CDs) Buy This CD! 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Patti Page $11.98 (more CDs) I can't recall my mother I don't remember dad Mister and Mississippi was all I ever had Oh, I was born to wander I was born to roam And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home My cradle was the river My school a river boat My teacher was a gambler The slickest one afloat My teacher was a gambler The slickest one afloat He taught me not to gamble on a petticoat Oh, I was born to wander I was born to roam And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home Oh, darlin' how I love you What more is there to say I love you like a barefoot girl Loves the summer day The way a wanderin' gypsy Loves the changing sea Just like the restless river Loves old New Orleans I love a tiny village A quiet country town A house, a little garden With kiddies runnin' 'round You'd be a faithful husband I'd be a trusty friend Until I heard that steamboat Comin' 'round the bend Oh, I was born to wander I was born to roam And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home Oh, I was born to wander I was born to roam And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mr. & Mississippi (Patti Page) From: Sorcha Date: 13 Oct 04 - 04:58 PM Seven minutes..I'm slipping! |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mr. & Mississippi (Patti Page) From: Rabbi-Sol Date: 13 Oct 04 - 05:42 PM Thank you Sorcha. Would you by any chance know the exact year the song was written and who the author was ? SOL ZELLER |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mr. & Mississippi (Patti Page) From: Sorcha Date: 13 Oct 04 - 08:45 PM I'm on my one machine now...yes, I'll try. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mr. & Mississippi (Patti Page) From: Sorcha Date: 13 Oct 04 - 08:48 PM Found it, Sol... -Artist: Patti Page -peak Billboard position # 8 in 1951 -Words and Music by Irving Gordon http://www.lyricsxp.com/lyrics/m/mister_and_mississippi_patti_page.html |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE RESERVE'S LAMENT (from Oscar Brand) From: Lighter Date: 14 Oct 04 - 08:24 PM USMC pilots in the Korean War created their own parody of this song. Here are the words of Oscar Brand's adaptation from his 1960 Elektra album "Tell It to the Marines." (IIRC, Brand made only minor changes to the original.) (From http://www.gyrene.com) CONTAINS SOME STRONG LANGUAGE THE RESERVE'S LAMENT We won't forget Korea and we can't forget old Guam For Syngman Rhee and Stalin, they made us feel at home They saved their biggest fireworks until the Marine Reserves came through And all we got was a crock of turds from you and you and you. The mortars were terrific and the small arms were intense The flyboys bombed the front lines and the gobs stood on the fence The regulars took the desk jobs, the Reserves were called in mass And they knew that the Marine Reserves were there to save their ass. Then Congress sent a tour around and they loaded up with Scotch While they were really living, we had forties up the crotch They cried, let's kill the bastards, let's drive them to their knees But their weren't any Congressmen in the list of casualties. We love you dear old U.S.A. with all our aching hearts That why we joined the damned Reserves and tried to do our parts And we won't cry or squawk because we're fighting all alone Someday the regulars may come and then we'll all go home. I'm going to raise a family when this cruel war is through I hope I'll have a bouncing boy to tell my stories to But if someday when he grows up he joins the Marine Reserves I'll kick his ass from dawn to dusk 'cause that's what he'll deserve. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Mr. & Mississippi (Patti Page) From: Rabbi-Sol Date: 14 Oct 04 - 10:17 PM Lighter, This parody that you just posted sounds like it would be very appropriate to what is happening in present day Iraq. If someone would just change the lyrics a little this song could be brought up to date. SOL ZELLER |
Subject: Lyr Add: MISTER AND MISSISSIPPI (Irving Gordon) From: Jim Dixon Date: 16 Oct 04 - 12:08 PM Tennessee Ernie Ford also made a popular recording of this song. The lyrics are given below. Of course, it's written from a man's point of view, so the words relevant to gender are different. There is an arrangement with chords on this page: http://www.jbott.com/mstrmis1.html Lyrics copied from http://www.cowboylyrics.com/tabs/ford-tennessee-ernie/mister-and-mississippi-6154.html MISTER AND MISSISSIPPI Words and Music by Irving Gordon 1. I can't recall my mother. I don't remember Dad. Mister and Mississippi was all I ever had. Oh, I was born to wander. Oh, I was born to roam; And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home. CHORUS: Oh, I was born to wander. Oh, I was born to roam; And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home. 2. My cradle was the river, my school a river boat. My teacher was a gambler, the slickest one afloat. My teacher was a gambler, the slickest one afloat. He taught me not to gamble on a petticoat. 3. Oh, Betty Mae, I love you. I love you, Betty Mae. I love you like a barefoot boy loves a summer day, The way a wand'ring gypsy loves the changing scenes, Just like the restless river loves old New Orleans. 4. I'd love a tiny village, a quite country town, A house, a little garden, with kiddies runnin' 'round. I'd be a faithful husband. I'd be a trusting friend Until I heard that steamboat comin' 'round the bend. |
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