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Subject: David Bromberg Lyrics and Chords From: donr@msgonline.com Date: 12 Feb 97 - 06:12 PM I'm particularly interested in finding lyrics and chords to "Kaatskill Serenade", a beautiful re-telling of the Rip Van Winkle story. I think it was recorded on Bromberg's "My Ain House" album, late 70s or early-mid 80s. Anyone know it or where to track it down? |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: KAATSKILL SERENADE (David Bromberg From: Jim Dixon Date: 23 Mar 09 - 08:59 PM I found these lyrics on a Bob Dylan fan site. Bromberg wrote it, but Dylan also recorded it. That web site says Bromberg used the spelling "Kaatskill" because that's the spelling that Washington Irving used in the story of Rip Van Winkle. The modern spelling is Catskill. KAATSKILL SERENADE David Bromberg A B7 EWolf, my own friend, even you don't know me. This must be the end. My house is tumbled down. C#m B ASeems like only this morning, I went up into the mountain No word of warning, just her usual curse I hated the house, with all her nagging and shouting But to be in this strange world was a thousand times worse Where are the men that I used to sport with? What has become of my beautiful town? Wolf, my own friend, even you don't know me. This must be the end. My house is tumbled down. [instr.] He called me by name. he bought me that cheaply. He called me by name. I didn't know what to think. I watched their loud games, and oh, I drink deeply. Though no one had ever asked me to drink. And you know that stolen liquor, it was sweeter than whiskey. Many times quicker, just to put me to sleep. That drinking with strangers can be very risky. My sleep it was long, it was twenty years deep. Wolf, my own friend, even you don't know me. This must be the end. My house is tumbled down. |
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