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01 Dec 00 - 04:13 PM (#349792) Subject: Damned Old Piney Mountains From: Ely Can anyone direct me to the lyrics for Craig Johnson's (I think he wrote it?) "Damned Old Piney Mountains". I know the tune an all but a friend of mine needs the words and I can't remember enough of them |
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01 Dec 00 - 04:26 PM (#349806) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Damned Old Piney Mountains From: MMario Couldn't find this in a Digitrad search. I'm surprised, because lookee where I did find it! excerpt of Folk Legacy Liner notes |
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01 Dec 00 - 04:28 PM (#349807) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Damned Old Piney Mountains From: catspaw49 CLICK HERE And among other recordings, there is an excellent recording by our own Sandy and Caroline Paton and Friends on the "Golden Ring Reunion" album available from FOLK-LEGACY RECORDS Spaw |
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01 Dec 00 - 04:30 PM (#349808) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Damned Old Piney Mountains From: MMario nyah-nyah-na-nyah nyah! Beat ya by two minutes! (But you did include a link to Folk Legacy which I didn't - - -Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa) How's the flu? |
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01 Dec 00 - 04:32 PM (#349809) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Damned Old Piney Mountains From: catspaw49 Okay Mario, you beat me by two minutes, but I got the album!!! Seriously, this is an EXCELLENT album!!! Folk at its best. Buy it to hear Sandy sing "When You and I Were Young" if for no other reason. The damn old Folk Fogey makes me cry everytime! Spaw |
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01 Dec 00 - 04:32 PM (#349810) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Damned Old Piney Mountains From: Ely Thanks! I've got the Reunion album but it's at my parents' house, and I could only remember two verses on my own. |
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01 Dec 00 - 04:34 PM (#349813) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Damned Old Piney Mountains From: catspaw49 Thanks for asking Mario....Flu's about past, but it was a real nasty one with a few lingering effects. Still no flu vaccine here either!!! Spaw |
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01 Dec 00 - 04:34 PM (#349814) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Damned Old Piney Mountains From: MMario Haven't bought a CD yet from FOlk Legacy that I've regretted. |
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25 May 02 - 07:13 PM (#717367) Subject: Lyr Add: DAMNED OLD PINEY MOUNTAINS (Craig Johnson From: catspaw49 I wonder if anyone ever clicks the clickies? The song is linked directly from the Folk-Legacy website on the other thread. But so we have it all properly as Rita noted the above post was missing, here it is direct from Folk-Legacy: ********************************************************************** Some years ago in the mountains of West Virginia, Craig Johnson met an old logger, once a fiddler, who explained why he could no longer make music. He had lost all four of the fingers on his left hand. Craig listened to his story, sang him the requested "sad old song," and then wrote this outstanding one. As long as we have people like Craig making songs like this (and the next one), we can be assured that what I like to call our Continuing tradition" will do exactly that—continue. Folk-Legacy is proud to act as Craig's publisher. (Sandy Paton) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- DAMNED OLD PINEY MOUNTAINS (Craig Johnson) As recorded by Sandy Paton (lead vocal, with the chorus sung by Caroline Paton, Cathy Barton, Ed Trickett and Harry Tufts) on "For All the Good People: A Golden Ring Reunion" (1992) 1. Well, sit down, buddy, we'll drink and smoke. Woman, don't you weep for me. My hands can't fiddle and my heart's been broke. You damned old piney mountains. I lost my fingers in the Galax mill. Buddy, sing a sad, old song. My heart got broke in the yew-pine hills. Lord, and my time ain't long. (Similarly:) 2. I started in to logging when I was in my prime, Hitchin' up spruce to the big drag-line. And the skidders started buckin' when the gears come down, Makin' God's own thunder on the new-cut ground. 3. We was fightin' over nothin' and drinkin' too hard, Ridin' up to camp on a flat-wheel car. I was thirty years a-hangin' on the old chain brake. I got laid off and paid off in '58. 4. Now the skidders got sold to the scrap-iron yard. I moved down Virginia when the times got hard. And I lost my fingers to the steel bandsaw. My fiddle just hangs, untuned, on the wall. 5. Now the trees have growed up in the loggin' road And wildflowers bloom where the big Shays blowed. And there's nothin' left for me but to drink and smoke. My hands can't fiddle and my heart's been broke. ©1992 Folk-Legacy Records, Inc. Sharon, Connecticut 06069 Used by permission. Spaw |