Ode to my parents, particularly, my Dad, a blue collar, honest, working man, that taught me to love music through his enjoyment, through playing music during his short time off from work, singing with a friend or two till the wee hours.
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AWOKEN FROM A SOUND SLEEP,
ON A SATURDAY NIGHT
A SQUEEZE BOX ACCORDION,
WAS SOUNDIN' OH SO RIGHT
THE RHYTHM OF THE GUITAR,
WAS BANGIN' LOUD AND CLEAR
SING ANOTHER CHORUS,
AND DRINK, ANOTHER BEER
Candy kisses, wrapped in paper
-Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes
Quand le soleil dit bonjour aux montagnes
-These melodies will endure
Mem'ries that play, in my ears
- Still play in my ears
THEY WERE GREEN MOUNTAIN YANKEES
AT A BARN DANCES IN THE FORTIES
HE SANG, "CIGAREETS AND WHISKEY",
SHE SANG, "KEEP THEM ICY FINGERS OFF OF ME
MOM AND DAD WERE MARRIED,
BEFORE HE LEFT FOR THE WAR
AND FOURTY YEARS OF OVERTIME,
AND WEEKENDS WITH HIS GUITAR
PRETZELS AND POPCORN, CUSSIN’ AND BEER
BULL HEADS IN THE FRYING PAN, VACATION TIME EACH YEAR
FOOT STOMPIN’ ON THE LINOLEUM,
OLD JOKES, BEFORE EACH SONG
HOW ‘BOUT THE TENNESSEE POLKA,
MOMMA SINGS ALONG, SINGIN’…