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The Tear Jerker Thread (songs)

kendall 21 Jan 07 - 10:16 PM
Peace 21 Jan 07 - 10:19 PM
Peace 21 Jan 07 - 10:22 PM
bobad 21 Jan 07 - 10:28 PM
Leadfingers 21 Jan 07 - 10:29 PM
Peace 21 Jan 07 - 10:35 PM
bobad 21 Jan 07 - 10:36 PM
Joe Offer 21 Jan 07 - 10:39 PM
bobad 21 Jan 07 - 10:39 PM
pdq 21 Jan 07 - 10:42 PM
GUEST 21 Jan 07 - 10:49 PM
JennieG 21 Jan 07 - 10:52 PM
Bill D 21 Jan 07 - 11:21 PM
JennyO 21 Jan 07 - 11:24 PM
Stilly River Sage 21 Jan 07 - 11:49 PM
Peace 21 Jan 07 - 11:51 PM
Bee-dubya-ell 22 Jan 07 - 12:03 AM
Stilly River Sage 22 Jan 07 - 12:09 AM
number 6 22 Jan 07 - 12:11 AM
michaelr 22 Jan 07 - 12:12 AM
number 6 22 Jan 07 - 12:17 AM
SINSULL 22 Jan 07 - 12:44 AM
SINSULL 22 Jan 07 - 12:44 AM
SINSULL 22 Jan 07 - 12:48 AM
Alec 22 Jan 07 - 12:58 AM
Bert 22 Jan 07 - 01:15 AM
JennyO 22 Jan 07 - 01:41 AM
Slag 22 Jan 07 - 02:02 AM
ragdall 22 Jan 07 - 06:42 AM
ragdall 22 Jan 07 - 06:50 AM
ragdall 22 Jan 07 - 06:57 AM
Liz the Squeak 22 Jan 07 - 07:02 AM
Georgiansilver 22 Jan 07 - 07:24 AM
JennyO 22 Jan 07 - 08:24 AM
kendall 22 Jan 07 - 08:42 AM
kendall 22 Jan 07 - 09:47 AM
Beer 22 Jan 07 - 09:57 AM
jacqui.c 22 Jan 07 - 10:00 AM
Midchuck 22 Jan 07 - 10:11 AM
GUEST,Obie 22 Jan 07 - 10:26 AM
Stilly River Sage 22 Jan 07 - 10:26 AM
GUEST,Obie 22 Jan 07 - 10:36 AM
SINSULL 22 Jan 07 - 10:36 AM
Scrump 22 Jan 07 - 10:40 AM
JennyO 22 Jan 07 - 10:54 AM
Alec 22 Jan 07 - 11:01 AM
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MMario 22 Jan 07 - 11:10 AM
JeremyC 22 Jan 07 - 11:12 AM
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE GOLDEN GUITAR
From: kendall
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 10:16 PM

Today, out of the blue, I thought of an old country song and I thought, why not start a tear jerker thread? Sort of a Can you top this?

The Golden Guitar

I walked into a Honkey Tonk one night down in New Orleans,
Up above the bar hung a big guitar, like none I'd ever seen,
Its neck was set with diamonds, and although the strings were old,
Like kings of sound they wound around six keys of solid gold.

A man stepped up beside me, his breath was strong of wine,
And he said, "That guitar once belonged to a real close pal of mine.
He used to play it, right here, it was '45 I think,
I could tell you quite a story friend, if you'd care to buy me a drink."

Well possessed by every weakness that makes a man a fool,
I bought a round, and he drank it down, and leaned back on his stool.
"I remember now" he said,"It was '45 alright,
He'd just returned from the great war, that's where he lost his sight.
His buddies gave him that guitar, at the time it was simple and plain,
He added the gold a jewels as he played his way to fame.
He was doing a show in Nashville on the night he received the call to
Come up to the Grand Ol' Opry, the greatest show of all.

I was driving him to Nashville, it was cold and misting rain,
The signals flashed and the whistle blew but, Mr. I never saw that train.
I heard the doctor tell him, just after he'd used his knife,
'You're lucky son, it was only your arm, it could have been your life.'

But, he died that night, life just demanded more than he could give,
I think he could have made it, but he just lost the will to live.
But, this earth's loss is Heaven's gain for tonight he's still a star,
He plays with a band of angels; that's my son's golden guitar.


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Subject: Lyr Add: TELL LAURA I LOVE HER (Ray Peterson)
From: Peace
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 10:19 PM

Tell Laura I Love Her
( Ray Peterson )

Laura and Tommy were lovers
He wanted to give her everything
Flowers, presents,
But most of all, a wedding ring

He saw a sign for a stock car race
A thousand dollar prize it read
He couldn't get Laura on the phone
So to her mother, Tommy said

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura I may be late
I've something to do, that cannot wait

He drove his car to the racing grounds
He was the youngest driver there
The crowed roared as they started the race
Around the track they drove at a deadly pace

No one knows what happened that day
Or how his car overturned in flames
But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck
With his dying breath, they heard him say

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die

Now in the chapel where Laura prays
For her poor Tommy, who passed away
It was just for Laura he lived and died
Alone in the chapel she can hear him cry

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: Peace
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 10:22 PM

And of course there is "Patches" (which is in the DT).


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: bobad
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 10:28 PM

Drats, I was gonna mention "Patches"


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: Leadfingers
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 10:29 PM

I feel that IF I had any remnant of good taste left , I would steer WAY clear of this thread ! But !

I'm Nobody's child , I'm Nobody's child
Just like a flower , I'm growing wild
I've got no Mommy's kisses , No Daddy's smile
Nobody loves me , I'm No body's child

At which point the Taste triggers and I CANT bring myself to post the verses !


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Subject: Lyr Add: NOBODY'S CHILD
From: Peace
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 10:35 PM

Sorry, Bobad. I still like the song (and have performed it on rare occasions--usually involving vodka). Terry, ya don't get off that easy. These are the lyrics Terry really WANTED TO POST!

As I was slowly passing
an orphan's home one day,
I stopped for just a little while
to watch the children play.
Alone a boy was standing
and when I asked him why,
he turned with eyes that could not see
and he began to cry.

I'm nobody's child,
I'm nobody's child.
Just like the flowers
I'm growing wild.
I got no mummy's kisses
I got no daddy's smile.
Nobody wants me,
I'm nobody's child.

No mummy's arms to hold me
or sue me when I cry,
'cos sometimes I feel so lonesome
I wish that I could die.
I'll walk the streets of heaven
where all blinds can see.

And just like for the other kids
it will be a home for me.

I'm nobody's child,
I'm nobody's child.
Just like the flowers
I'm growing wild.
I got no mummy's kisses
I got no daddy's smile.
Nobody wants me,
I'm nobody's child.


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: bobad
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 10:36 PM

How about the John Prine song that goes:

"Daddy's got a hole in his arm
Where all the money goes"

I've always liked that one.


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: Joe Offer
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 10:39 PM

Hey, there's a Dead Teenager Website that covers all those sappy songs from the 50's and 60's.
I wonder why it's so much fun to sing those songs....

Also, be sure to see the Saccharine overload thread.


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: bobad
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 10:39 PM

Yep, "Nobody's Child" - (is that the name of the song?) is definitely a tear jerker.


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: pdq
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 10:42 PM

Bill Grant & Delia Bell do a song called "Jack & Lucy". The only tear-jerker that works on me.

Songs like "Put My Little Shoes Away" are amusing, but not real effective as tear-jerkers.


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Subject: Lyr Add: WATER IN THE FUEL (Fred Eaglesmith)
From: GUEST
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 10:49 PM

Fred Eaglesmith
(but Kasey Chambers sings it better, IMO)

Water In The Fuel

Well, darling, I'm a coming down old route number sixty-seven.
I just got off the turnpike avoiding the Ohio state inspection.
Johnny law followed me up the road, but then he turned off and he let me go.
I guess this old truck ain't worth shutting down.
And your voice last night on the telephone said you wouldn't be there when I got home
So, when I get to Cleveland I'm going to head back south.

Chorus:
The light keeps coming on, I've got water in the fuel.
My brakes are gone, I've got a left front tire throwing thread.
By tomorrow morning, I could be dead. Baby, maybe you were right all along.

You said you couldn't stay with a man who was always going away,
And all you wanted to do was settle down.
You wanted to buy that little trailer, out on the edge with the money you saved.
It had a carport, a colour TV and no place to turn around.

(Chorus)

Bridge:
Remember that winter when the lake froze over,
We drove out there after we'd unloaded,
We revved that truck and we spun it 'round and 'round.
Then we left it idling out on that ice,
Crawled in the sleeper and I held you tight.
Baby, I'm sure on thin ice now.

(Chorus)


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: JennieG
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 10:52 PM

I luuuurrrve these songs - especially those Victorian melodramas. "Don't go down the mine daddy" is one.

Cheers
JennieG


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Subject: Lyr Add: DARLIN' LITTLE JOE
From: Bill D
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 11:21 PM

DARLIN' LITTLE JOE - (different from the one in the database...I have been singing this version, learned from Norman Blake, for about 35 years)

What will the birds do, mother, in the spring
To gather the crumbs 'round our door?
Will they fly from their nest in the top of the tree,
And ask why Joe wanders out no more.

What will the kitten do, Mother, all alone,
To stray from his frolic for the day?
Will he play on the rug beside my bed,
Like he did before I went away?

And what of Thomas, the old gardner dear,
When you ask him for flowers for me?
He'll give you the roses he tended with care,
The fairest lot that grew around the tree.

Keep Tag, Mother, my poor little dog,
Blind and helpless, it's true.
Watch over him as older he grows,
Sleepin' the whole Summer thru.
Show him my coat, Mother, so he may know,
That his master then will be dead.
Speak to him kindly, amd often of Joe,
And pat him on his brown, shaggy head.


And you, dearest Mother, shall miss me but a while.
For in Heaven, I shall no larger grow,
And any kind angel you meet at the gate,
Will take you to your darlin'little Joe.


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Subject: Lyr Add: DAHN THE PLUG'OLE
From: JennyO
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 11:24 PM

Jennie, here's one of those Victorian melodramas -

DAHN THE PLUG'OLE

A mother was bathing her baby one night
The youngest of ten, a poor little mite
The mother was fat and the baby was thin
'Twas nowt but a skellington wrapped up in skin.

The mother turned round for the soap from the rack
She weren't gone a minute, but when she got back
The baby was gone, and in anguish she cried
'Oh, where is my baby', the angels replied

Your baby has gone down the plug'ole
Your baby has gone down the plug
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin
He should have been bathed in a jug

Your baby is perfickly happy
He won't need no bathing no more
He's working his way through the sewers
Not lost, just gone before.


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Subject: Lyr Add: LITTLE BOY BLUE (Eugene Field)
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 11:49 PM

My father put several Eugene Field poems to music. This was my favorite. I asked him to sing it at a hoot one night and was surprised (and relieved) to see lots of furtive tear and nose wipes as the song came to a close--I thought I was the only one who cried over this one. I have this song on a tape, but I don't have the music transcribed. I could probably send the file to anyone who is interested.

LITTLE BOY BLUE

The little toy dog is covered with dust,
   But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
   And his musket moulds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
   And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
   Kissed them and put them there.

"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
   "And don't you make any noise!"
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
   He dreamt of the pretty toys;
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
   Awakened our Little Boy Blue---
Oh! the years are many, the years are long,
   But the little toy friends are true!

Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
   Each in the same old place---
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
   The smile of a little face;
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
   In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
   Since he kissed them and put them there.


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Subject: Lyr Add: FATHER DEAR FATHER COME HOME WITH ME NOW
From: Peace
Date: 21 Jan 07 - 11:51 PM

Song 95. To the tune of "Come Home Father"

FATHER, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes one;
You said you were coming right home from the shop
As soon as your day's work was done.
Our fire has gone out--our house is all dark,
And mother's been watching since tea,
With poor brother Benny so sick in her arms
And no one to help her but me.
Come home! come home! come home!
Please, father, dear father, come home!

Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes two;
The night has grown colder--and Benny is worse--
But he has been calling for you.
Indeed he is worse--Ma says he will die,
Perhaps before morning shall dawn!
And this is the message she sent me to bring,
Come quickly or he will be gone!

Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes three;
The house is so lonely--the hours are so long,
For poor weeping mother and me.
Yes, we are alone--poor Benny is dead!
And gone with the angels of light:
And these were the very last words that he said,
"I want to kiss Papa to-night?"
Come home! come home! come home!
Please, father, dear father, come home!

Hear the sweet voice of the child
Which the night winds repeat as they roam
Oh, who could resist this most plaintive of prayers,
Please, father, dear father, come home!


From The Temperance Songster; a Collection of Songs and Hymns for All Temperance Societies at the Library of Congress, at


from

dig.lib.niu.edu/teachers/l3-songgroup.doc


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 12:03 AM

I dunno, "Little Joe" is a bit too lively to qualify as a real tear-jerker for me. The words are sad, but the tempo (at least in all the versions I've heard, my own included) is just a bit too upbeat. To me, true tear-jerkiness comes from a combination of the lyric and the delivery.


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 12:09 AM

Ed McCurdy has some in his Sin Songs Pro/Con album.


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: number 6
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 12:11 AM

"Tecumseh Valley" .... by Townes Van Zandt

"No One Knows my Name" .... by Gillian Welch


biLL


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Subject: Lyr Add: ONLY THE HEART MAY KNOW (Dan Fogelberg)
From: michaelr
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 12:12 AM

ONLY THE HEART MAY KNOW   (Dan Fogelberg)

Silent sea, tell this to me
Where are the children that we used to be?
At picture shows where nobody goes
And only the heart can see

Starry skies, soft lullabies
Where do they go when their melody dies
To a day far, far away
That only the heart may know

CH:   Friends we knew who followed us through
All of the days of our lives
Love we shared waits for us there
Where our wishes forever reside   

Falling tears, memories' mirrors
Where are the summers, oh where are the years
Carried far to a wandering star
That only the heart may know    (CH)

Repeat 1st verse and CH


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Subject: Lyr Add: COCKLES AND MUSSELS / MOLLY MALONE
From: number 6
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 12:17 AM

Cockles and Mussels ... this song has to be mentioned in this thread.


In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!
Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O!
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

She was a fish-monger, but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!
Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O!
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!
Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O!
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!


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Subject: Lyr Add: ONLY ME (Ford/Bratton)
From: SINSULL
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 12:44 AM

Only Me
By Walter Ford & John Bratton

A mother of fashion was being arrayed
By her dainty French maid, Babette.
Her two little girls in the nursery played
But one was her darling, her pet.
A sound from the room caused the mother to cry
"Was that you my dear Marie?"
The answer came back twixt a sob and a sigh
"No, Mother, it's only me."

CHORUS
Only me. Only me.
Sobbed in a weary tone.
Wrung from an innocent baby's heart
That felt so much alone.
One got the kisses and kindly words.
That was her pet Marie.
One told her troubles to bees and birds.
That one was only me.

Close to a white cot on a bright summer day
The mother's heart wakened at last.
The life of her baby was ebbing away
And tears of repentance fell fast.
"Now don't you cry Mother dear
You needn't care.
It isn't your dear Marie.
And maybe the angels will have love to spare
A little for only me."

                      CHORUS


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Subject: Lyr Add: FATHER'S A DRUNKARD AND MOTHER IS DEAD
From: SINSULL
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 12:44 AM

From the sheet music in the Levy Collection:


FATHER'S A DRUNKARD, AND MOTHER IS DEAD
Poetry by "Stella" (of Washington); Music by Mrs A. E. Parkhurst. ©1866.

1. Out in the gloomy night, sadly I roam.
I have no Mother dear; no pleasant home.
Nobody cares for me—no one would cry
Even if poor little Bessie should die.
Barefoot and tired, I've wandered all day
Asking for work—but I'm too small they say.
On the damp ground I must now lay my head—
"Father's a Drunkard, and Mother is dead!"

CHORUS: Mother, why did you leave me all alone,
With no one to love me, no friends and no home?
Dark is the night, and the storm rages wild.
God pity Bessie, the Drunkard's lone child!

2. We were so happy til father drank rum,
Then all our sorrow and trouble begun.
Mother grew paler, and wept ev'ry day.
Baby and I were too hungry to play.
Slowly they faded, and one Summer's night
Found their dear faces all silent and white;
Then with big tears slowly dropping, I said:
"Father's a Drunkard, and Mother is dead!"

3. Oh! if the "Temp'rance men" only could find
Poor, wretched Father, and talk very kind—
If they could stop him from drinking—why, then
I should be so very happy again!
Is it too late? "Men of Temp'rance," please try,
Or poor little Bessie may soon starve and die.
All the day long I've been begging for bread—
"Father's a Drunkard, and Mother is dead!"


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: SINSULL
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 12:48 AM

pdq,
I have to disagree. Put My Little Shoes Away et al when sung sincerely are moving. If the singer respects the song, it can be put across. If the singer goes for "over the top" maudlin effect, it becomes laughable.
Helen Shneyer could perform this material both ways.
Listen to the Blue Sky Boys version of "Shoes" and you will see what I mean.
SINS


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: Alec
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 12:58 AM

20 Odd years ago a bunch of friends & I were in a pub where we were somewhat less than satisfied with the quality of the service.
So we programmed the jukebox to play "Old Shep" 10 times in a row.
Then we left.


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: Bert
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 01:15 AM

They have a place, sometimes they have to be written. Just three years ago my daughter, Rachael lost her baby "Ariseli". She was born premature and lived for two hours.


Ariseli

Sleep softly my pretty one
Sleep softly my darling
You promised a happiness that only you could bring
You came for a moment
and then you were gone
Faded away like a snowflake in spring

Sleep softly my pretty one
Sleep softly my love


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE WATER LILY (Henry Lawson)
From: JennyO
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 01:41 AM

The words of Henry Lawson's poem "The Water Lily" have been put to music in a haunting version, sung by Karen Lynne. I have it on a tape, but I can't find a link for it anywhere on the 'net for others to listen to unfortunately.

The Water Lily
Henry Lawson

A lonely young wife
In her dreaming discerns
A lily-decked pool
With a border of ferns,
And a beautiful child,
With butterfly wings,
Trips down to the edge of the water and sings:

'Come, mamma! come!
'Quick! follow me—
'Step out on the leaves of the water-lily!'

And the lonely young wife,
Her heart beating wild,
Cries, 'Wait till I come,
'Till I reach you, my child!'
But the beautiful child
With butterfly wings
Steps out on the leaves of the lily and sings:

'Come, mamma! come!
'Quick! follow me!
'And step on the leaves of the water-lily!

And the wife in her dreaming
Steps out on the stream,
But the lily leaves sink
And she wakes from her dream.
Ah, the waking is sad,
For the tears that it brings,
And she knows 'tis her dead baby's spirit that sings:

'Come, mamma! come!
'Quick! follow me!
'Step out on the leaves of the water-lily!'


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: Slag
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 02:02 AM

Two C&W greats were

GIDDY-UP GO

PHANTOM 1-OH-9 (I think, may have be 4-OH-9 but that might just be the detergent talkin')

I don't recall the artist or all the lyrics but the deserve an honorable mention.


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Subject: Lyr Add: MY MOTHER'S BIBLE (Williams/Tillman)
From: ragdall
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 06:42 AM

Two songs that always get to me:

My Mother's Bible
Charlie D. Tillman/ M.B. Williams

There's a dear and precious Book,
Though it's worn and faded now,
Which recalls those happy days of long ago,
When I stood at mother's knee,
With her hand upon my brow,
And I heard her voice in gentle tones and low.

Refrain

Blesséd Book, precious Book,
On thy dear old tear stained leaves I love to look;
Thou art sweeter day by day, as I walk the narrow way
That leads at last to that bright home above.

As she read the stories o'er
Of those mighty men of old,
Of Joseph and of Daniel and their trials,
Of little David bold,
Who became a king at last,
Of Satan and his many wicked wiles.

Refrain

Then she read of Jesus' love,
As He blessed the children dear,
How He suffered, bled and died upon the tree;
Of His heavy load of care,
Then she dried my flowing tears
With her kisses as she said it was for me.

Refrain

Well, those days are past and gone,
But their memory lingers still
And the dear old Book each day has been my guide;
And I seek to do His will,
As my mother taught me then,
And ever in my heart His Words abide.

Refrain

Triumphant Service Songs, The Rodeheaver Company, 1934.


Tell It Again
Mrs. M.B.C. Slade/ R.M. McIntosh

Into the tent where a gypsy boy lay,
Dying alone at the close of the day,
News of Salvation we carried, said he;
"Nobody ever has told it to me!"
....

Rodeheaver's Sunday School Songs
- no publication date, but my mother wrote her name and   "~ 1918 ~" in it.


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: ragdall
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 06:50 AM

LITTLE JOE THE WRANGLER, in the DT.


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: ragdall
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 06:57 AM

HANG ON THE BELL, in the DT

The scene was in the jailhouse, and if curfew rang that night
The guy in number 13 cell would go out like a light.
She knew her Dad was innocent, and so Poor Little Nell
Has tied her tender torso to the clapper of the bell.

cho: Oh, hang on the bell, Nelly, hang on the bell
Your poor Daddy's locked in a cold prison cell.
As you swing to the left, and you swing to the right
Remember that curfew must never ring tonight.
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 07:02 AM

I've never found this a tear jerker, until now... can I correct please with local accent?


A lie-dy was barfing her bye-by one nigh'
The youngist ov ten, an' a poor litool mi'e
The mmuvver was poor and the bye-by was fin
'Twas nowt bu' a skillington wrapped up in sking.


I can't listen to Terry Jacks 'Seasons in the sun' without it getting me right there..... (gestures to stomach and makes vomiting motions...)

LTS


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Subject: Lyr Add: LONG BEFORE YOUR TIME
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 07:24 AM

The one that comes to mind for me is:- Long before your time.

You ask me why, I look so sad, on this bright Summer day,
Or why the tears are in my eyes and I seem so far away.
Well sit yourself beside me love and put your hand in mine,
And I'll tell you of someone I loved, long long before your time.

I'm sitting here and thinking of those days so long ago,
When I was just a child like you, with a girl I used to know.
Through fields of green we laughed and played and sang our merry rhyme
Oh Summer days were warmer then, lon long before your time.

Through childhood years our love did bloom till our hearts they beat as one.
And we promised each, eternal love in the Church before the town.
We settled in this little house, I was proud to call her mine,
Oh we were young and happy then, long long before your time.

One lovely year was all we had, until the sickness came,
And stole the roses from her cheeks, my tears they fell like rain.
For nine long months she carried you but in the end she died,
She chose to go so you might liver, long long before your time.

So you ask me why I look so sad, on this bright Summer day,
Or why the tears are in my eyes and I seem so far away.
It's just you seem a lot like her, when your eyes look into mine,
And your smile is so much like her smile, long long before your time.

It really freaks out my imagination....Father and young daughter....pulls at the heartstrings.


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Subject: Lyr Add: HONEY (Bobby Goldsboro)
From: JennyO
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 08:24 AM

Quick, somebody stop me before I post this......gaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!

Honey

Bobby Goldsboro

See the tree, how big it's grown but friend it hasn't been too long it wasn't big
I laughed at her and she got mad, the first day that she planted, it, was just a twig
Then the first snow came and she ran out to brush the snow away
So it wouldn't die
Came runnin' in all excited, slipped and almost hurt herself
And I laughed till I cried
She was always young at heart, kinda dumb and kinda smart and I loved her so
Once I surprised her with a puppy
Kept me up all Christmas Eve two years ago
And it would sure embarrass her
When I came in from workin' late 'cause I would know
That she'd been sittin' there and cryin'
Over some sad and silly late, late show

And honey, I miss you and I'm bein' good
And I'd love to be with you if only I could

She wrecked the car and she was sad
And so afraid that I'd be mad but what the heck
Though I pretended hard to be
Guess you could say she saw through me and hugged my neck
I came home unexpectedly and caught her cryin' needlessly
In the middle of a day
And it was in the early Spring when flowers bloom and robins sing
She went away

And honey, I miss you and I'm bein' good
And I'd love to be with you if only I could

One day while I was not at home while she was there and all alone
The angels came
Now all I have is memories of Honey and I wake up nights and call her name
Now my life's an empty stage where Honey lived and Honey played
And love grew up
And a small cloud passes overhead and cries down on the flower bed
That Honey loved

And see the tree how big it's grown but friend it hasn't been too long it wasn't big
And I laughed at her and she got mad
The first day that she planted it, was just a twig


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: kendall
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 08:42 AM

Slag, I think that was Red Sovine who did Giddy up go.

Sad songs are what I grew up with but seldom do anymore.

There is one that Slim Dusty did about an old drunk who traveled Australia with a stray dog as his only friend, it goes,

...in a coastal town while Gilbert drank away his cares, his old dog was impounded there and so,
when they couldn't find its owner, the dog was put to sleep, and I guess it's best that Gilbert never knows.
Then he goes searching for the dog and...then someone found him dead one day 'neath a table in a pub, with a collar and a chain clutched in his hand.

If that wouldn't bring a tear to a glass eye, what would?


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: kendall
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 09:47 AM

Alec, you think like I do! Beautiful!


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: Beer
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 09:57 AM

Leadfingers, you must be a Harry Hibbs fan. Georgiansilver that a great song, do it all the time.
Here are a few titles that I dig out when I'm in the mood.

Frozen Charlotte
Molly Bond
How Will I Ever Be Simple Again
Orphan Train
Please Mommy Please Stay Home With Me
Godspeed
Billy the Bum
Daughter of Mine
Peter Emberley
A Mother's Love is a Blessing
Richman's Garden
After the Ball is Over
Silver Hair Daddy of Mine
Gypsy Sally
The Fields of Athenry
Mary of The Wild Moor
Makin Break Harbor
Old Shep
Missing in Action
Dancing at Whitsun
    Oh hell, just about every war song and most Irish laments
Beer (adrien)


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: jacqui.c
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:00 AM

The Miners Lullabye.

Ebony Eyes.


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Subject: Lyr Add: BURIAL OF WILD BILL (Crawford/Stoneman)
From: Midchuck
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:11 AM

I am, myself, especially partial to flowery Victorian eulogies for fallen heroes. They are especially fun when the hero in question was, in fact, a murderous sociopath, i. e.:

THE BURIAL OF WILD BILL
(from singing of Norman Blake)

Lyrics: "Captain Jack" Crawford
Melody: Ernest V. Stoneman

Under the sod in the land of gold
We have laid the fearless Bill;
We called him wild, yet a little child
Could bend his iron will.
With a generous heart he freely gave
To the poorly-clad unshod;
Think of it, pards, of his noble traits,
While you cover him with the sod.

Under the sod in the Deadwood gulch
We have laid his last remains.
No more his manly form will hail
The Red Man on the plains.
And many a heartfelt sigh was heard
As over the sward we trod,
And many an eye was filled with tears
As we covered him with the sod.

We buried him 'neath the old pine tree
In that little world of ours;
His trusty rifle by his side,
His grave all strewn with flowers;
His manly form in sweet repose,
That lovely silken hair;
It was a sight we can't forget,
That face so bright and fair.

Under the sod in the prairie land
We have laid the good and true;
An honest heart and a noble man
Has bade his last adieu.
No more his silvery voice will ring;
His spirit has gone to God;
Around his faults let charity cling
While we cover him with the sod.

Peter.


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: GUEST,Obie
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:26 AM

"Little Rosa" woukd bring a tear to a glass eye.


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:26 AM

Bert, I just wanted to acknowledge your daughter and grandchild's song. It landed in a thread where we're making much of over-the-top tearjerkers, but even if no one else noticed, I don't think any of us are dismissing truly broken hearts.

Maggie (SRS)


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: GUEST,Obie
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:36 AM

See old thread:
   thread.cfm?threadid=20528


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: SINSULL
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:36 AM

JennyO is going to hell for that!
We programmed a juke box to play Hey Jude 10x then left. heh heh

I do:
The Baggage Coach Ahead
A Bird In A Gilded Cage
and a number of Civil War sad songs.

I prefer to think of them as high drama rather than tear jerkers. Nobody jerked a tear when I san Old Shep on New Years Eve.


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: Scrump
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:40 AM

Some of these songs are enough to move me to tears, but probably not for the reason the writers intended ;-)


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: JennyO
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:54 AM

MWUHAHAHAHAHA HA HA!

Nobody jerked a tear when I san Old Shep on New Years Eve

Probably too busy watching Seamus - well he did sorta steal the show ;-)


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: Alec
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:01 AM

Awwwww Thanks Kendall.Sinsull if you must use a Beatles track in that way "Revolution 9" is probably your best bet.


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: SINSULL
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:08 AM

I agree but it wasn't on the jukebox.

Luke The Drifter aka Hank Williams performed a number of high drama songs which I have heard Kendall sing/recite:
Too Many Parties And Too Many Pals
A Picture From Life's Other Side
Be Careful Of Stones That You Throw

Wonderful stuff and not meant as a joke but more as life lessons.


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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread
From: MMario
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:10 AM

Alaska Mike's 'First Kill'

or Alan Foster's 'The Wolfhound'


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Subject: Lyr Add: MY LIFE (Phil Ochs)
From: JeremyC
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:12 AM

This one really got me the other day:
My Life
Phil Ochs

My life was once a joy to me,
Never knowing, I was growing, everyday.
My life was once a toy to me,
And I wound it and I found it ran away.
So I raced through the night
with a face at my feet, like a god I would write,
All the melodies were sweet, and the women were white.
It was easy to survive, my life was so alive.

My life was once a flag to me
And I waved it and behaved like I was told.
My life was once a drag to me
And I loudly, and I proudly, lost control
I was drawn by a dream
I was loved by a lie, every serf on the scene
Begged me to buy.
But I slipped through the scheme
So lucky to fail
My life was not for sale.

My life is now a myth to me
Like the drifter, with his laughter in the dawn.
My life is now a death to me
So I'll mold it and I'll hold it till I'm born
So I turned to the land
Where I'm so out of place
Throw a curse on the plan
In return for the grace
To know where I stand
Take everything I own
Take your tap from my phone
And leave my life alone
My life alone.

I think knowing his earlier songs gave this one more impact, because you can see the idealism falling apart as his songwriting career progressed.


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Subject: Lyr Add: BASTARD OF THE COUNTY (parody of K Rogers
From: GUEST,Bruce Michael Baillie
Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:43 AM

This one will bring more than tears to your eyes! Many years ago there used to be a Folk Club at a pub in Huddersfield, West Yorkshire. called the 'County Bar', I once had an argument there with one of the barmen who tried to give me £5 change for a £10 note...
...after I wrote this parody to Kenny Rogers 'Coward of the County the bastard never tried it again!!

Everyone considered him the Bastard of the County,
of all the barmen in the pub, he was the nasty one,
his mom had named him 'Billy' but the folks all called him 'Shithead',
and as he worked behind the bar he'd sing this little song!

CHORUS:
"I promise to do all the things I shouldn't do, I'll walk right into trouble if I can!
I've got such a bloody cheek, I like to pick on them that's week,
and if everything goes off as I have planned, I'll end up with your change left in me hand!"

One day a poor old tramp came in with not a penny on him,
half dead from exhaustion well he staggered to the bar,
"Oh for Christs sake give us a packet o' crisps and a pint o' Brown & Bitter!
...I've not eaten since last Friday, and it's nearly thursday now!"

As Billy listened to the tramp his mind was ticking over,
he'd make this poor old worn out guy look like a right buffoon!
he says, "OK then Grandad well I'll do just as you ask me!
If you can drink one mouthful, from that dirty old spittoon!"

Well the tramp he looked from Billy's face to the cuspidore a-standing,
all green and slimy on the floor, it was brim full to the top!
and the tears streamed down his tired old face and the pangs of hunger stabbed him,
and Billy's voice came to him, "Go on Lad, just a drop!"

He was centre of attention, all eyes were fast upon him,
as he picked it up with trembling hands and put it to his lips!
then as he gurgled softly all the customers stared leaving,
...and a workman in the corner, brought back his fish 'n' chips!

"Look stoppit now!" says Billy, "This jokes gone far enough like!
me customers are leaving, look here, don't be such a chump!"
but the strain showed on the tramps face as these words he tried to gurgle...
"...I'M SORRY LAD, I JUST CAN'T STOP, IT'S ALL IN ONE BIG LUMP!"

Well Billy's face contorted as he dashed off to the bathroom,
he wasn't holdin' nothing back, he got rid of it all!
when he came back to the bar room well the carpet was all textured!
and the tramp had buggered off wi' t'Till, and he'd left this little note...
and it said!

LAST CHORUS:
"I promised to chew, everything you told me to!
I got in there and I sucked it like a man!
...now I'll cut such a dash, cos I've run off with yer cash!
things didn't quite work out as you had planned,
cos I ended up with YOUR change in my hand

...Who says Country & Western can't be fun!


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