Lyr Add: Kingfish (Randy Newman)

Subject: Lyr Add: KINGFISH
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 13 Oct 05 - 10:01 PM

Lyr. Add: KINGFISH
Randy Newman

There's a hundred thousand Frenchmen in New Orleans
In New Orleans there are Frenchmen everywhere
But your house could fall down
Your baby could drown
Wouldn't none of those Frenchmen care.

Everybody gather 'round
Loosen up your suspenders
Hunker down on the ground
I'm a cracker
And you are too
But don't I take good care of you.

Who built the highway to Baton Rouge?
Who put up the hospital and built your schools?
Who looks after shit-kickers like you?
The Kingfish do.

Who gave a party at the Roosevelt Hotel?
And invited the whole north half of the state down there for free
The people in the City
Had their eyes bugging out
Cause everyone looked just like me.

Here comes the Kingfish, the Kingfish,
Everybody sing
Here's the Kingfish, the Kingfish
Every man a king.

Who took on the Standard Oil men
And whipped their ass
Just like he promised he'd do?
Ain't no Standard Oil men gonna run this state
Gonna be run by little folks like me and you

Here's the Kingfish, the Kingfish
Friend of the working man
The Kingfish, the Kingfish
The Kingfish gonna save this land.

http://www.randynewman.com
Newman Good Old Boys

The Kingfish, was the most hated and the most loved man in Louisiana. His building program, as the Depression changed the land, was surpassed only by Franklin Roosevelt's.
He and his cracker legislature built hospitals, schools with free textbooks, highways and bridges- and he got rid of the poll tax imposed on the Blacks.
For a while, the state that had been run by big business and big oil, supported by the "Bourbon" conservatives, spent money on the little people. I think he was the only man ever to hold the governor's chair and a a seat in the U. S. Congress at thje same time.

Subject: Lyr. Add: EVERY MAN A KING
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 13 Oct 05 - 10:13 PM

Lyr. Add: Every Man a King
Worda and music by Huey P. Long and Castro Carazo

Why weep or slumber America
Land of brave and true
With castles and clothing and food for all
All belongs to you.

Ev'ry man a king, ev'ry man a king
For you can be a millionaire
If there's something belonging to others
There's enough for all people to share
When it's sunny June and December too
Or in the winter time or spring
There'll be peace without end
Ev'ry neighbor a friend
And ev'ry man a king.

The Kingfish couldn't write a song, but his philosophy is there.

http://www.randynewman.com
Newman Good Old Boys