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Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key
I lived in a place called Okfuskee
And I had a little girl in a holler tree
I said, little girl, it's plain to see
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
/ G - - C - - - / - - - G - - - / 1st / C - - G / D - - Em - - - /
She said it's hard for me to see
How one little boy got so ugly
Yes, my little girly, that might be
But there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
{Refrain}
Way over yonder in the minor key
Way over yonder in the minor key
There ain't nobody that can sing like me
/ C - - G - - - / D - - Em - - - / D - - Em - - - /
We walked down by the Buckeye Creek
To see the frog eat the goggle eye bee
To hear that west wind whistle to the east
There ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Oh my little girly will you let me see
Where over yonder where the wind blows free
Nobody can see in our holler tree
And there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
{Refrain}
Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree
And laid it on to she and me
It stung lots worse than a hive of bees
But there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Now I have walked a long, long ways
And I still look back to my tanglewood days
I've led lots of girls since then to stray
Saying, ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
{Refrain}
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Buffalo Skinners (Live)
06:54
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Buffalo Skinners
Come all you old time cowboys
And listen to my song
I assure you won’t grow weary
As I won’t detain you long
Concerning some wild cowboys
Who did agree to go
And spend the summer pleasant
On the range of the buffalo.
Well I found myself in Griffin
In eighteen eighty-three
When a man by the name of Creagho
Come a'walkin' up to me
Sayin "How do you do young fella
And how'd you like to go
And spend the summer pleasant
On the range of the buffalo".
Well me being out of work right then
To that drover I did say
"My goin' out on the buffalo range
Depends upon the pay
But if you pay good wages,
Transportation to and fro
I think I might go with you
On the range of the Buffalo".
Well yes I pay good wages
And transportation too
If you'll agree to work for me
Until the season's through
But if you do get homesick
And you try and run away
You'll starve to death out on the trail
And you'll also lose your pay
Well with all the flatterin' talkin'
He signed up quite a crew
Some ten or twelve in number
Able bodied thru and thru
And our trip it was a pleasant one
Through all New Mexico
Until we crossed Pease River
On the range of the buffalo
It was there our pleasures ended
And our troubles all begun
A lightnin' storm come up on us
And made the cattle run
We got full of the stickers
On the cactus that did grow
And bandits waited to pick us off
In the hills of Mexico
Well the working season ended
But the drover would not pay
He said "You drank up all your money boys
You're all in debt to me".
But us cowboys didn’t care for
His corrupted bankrupt tone
So we left the drovers bones to bleach
On the range of the buffalo.
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Grow Up (Live)
04:05
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The Longer (Live)
04:30
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Grow Up (june 27 2011)
Taken from a write up about a woman who buried her husband in her flower garden.
http://home.suddenlink.net/news/read.php?ps=1011&rip_id=%3CD9O437Q00%40news.ap.org%3E&_LT=HOME_LARSDCCLM_UNEWS
Raleigh woman's garden became her husband's grave
By RENEE ELDER Associated Press The Associated Press
Monday, June 27, 2011 8:05 AM EDT
For 35 years we were married me and he
But he never seemed to need to add to his family tree
We traveled all around like two wide eyed hippies
But I had to let go of always thinking so retro … and say
Grow up, sprout out of the ground
Let your colors shine like the springtime
As the sunshine dances on my weathered brow
All you’ve got to do for now
Is grow up
Is it wrong for a woman to want a better life?
With a man who’s kept at bay by his ways so childlike?
He could bring home the bacon ‘stead of actin’ like a swine
Put away the pop and have a little sip of wine
And
Chorus
Now I’m handy with a shovel and I’m handy with a spade
And when he wasn’t lookin’ I was handy with a blade
Now he’s in my garden, pushin’ up my daisy
And some may think I’m crazy
But now my love must do what I say
As I say
Chorus
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The Good Times of Life
8/4/2014 By Todd Burge
We weren’t rich and we weren’t poor but the neighbor kid next door, could not say the same
His playhouse was the place where all the who’s who in the hood would come to play their games
One day they split and locked me up in there, then sprayed me like a bug
That had just gasped at his last breath
Mark this down as the good times of life
That haven’t quit killed me yet
It was a 1972 panel wagon with powered windows and rear views too
And my first time driving solo I bought those wide mouths in Ohio in that lawless drive through
Then me and Beth made the rounds as tiny towns were all a blur
And how I got her home, I forget
Mark this down as the good times of life
That haven’t quit killed me yet
Drew was in the service and as an expert in munitions, he proudly served
He had the know how to kapow
And led us down that country road that turned and swerved
A 50 pound pumpkin packed with a gizmo ready set
blew our minds that light stopped blinkin’ red
Mark this down as the good times of life
That haven’t quit killed me yet
I was just a college boy who couldn’t keep his mind employed beyond his corduroy pants
She was a girl I barely knew who had a man who was a bruiser, but still I took the chance
I broke in her bedroom window for some coffee, tea or me
Before he dropped her off in all her sun dressed mess
Mark this down as the good times of life
That haven’t quit killed me yet
Now she and me have doubled down and after years of being two, we two have turned into two times two
And those kids they grow so fast, not one moment ever lasts and our lives they blast on past
One minute is a smile and the next, a major trial
Yet I’d never trade it, you better know it, you better bet
Mark this down as the good times of life
That haven’t quit killed me yet
Now I travel around from show to show, hiding behind my rhymes
While revealing all I’ll never know
Truth be told I do love it so, But I’d be lying if I didn’t say I daily miss my home
Every note has a cost, that’s the price for being lost
In a song with a tune that’s set
Mark this down as the good times of life
That haven’t quit killed me yet
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Time to Waste Time (April 30 2014)
By Todd Burge ©2015 Bunj Jam BMI
Spring is here the bugs have come
It’s time to dumb it down
My head is filled with morning mist
The moss is boss for now
My list of things to do has been
Misplaced someplace unknown
It could be lost forever now
Unread, un-shown and thrown
Away
I’m off in my mind, out of my head
I’m off in my mind, out of my head
Time to waste time
With so much time on my hands
Most doors need to be opened for me
I’m leisurely and out to please
Just me, myself,
And me
I’ll work for food, if the work is easy
And if the food is good
Cause Spring is here and the bugs have come
And I couldn’t care if I could
Chorus
Forever more’s been around the bend
Since before the bend was invented
Since Father Time asked his dad for a dime
and the keys to his Buick
Some teen whoopee was in the offing
In that big fat back seat
The key to life lies neatly within
Father Time’s time in….
That… back…. Seat..
I’m off in my mind, out of my head
I’m off in my mind, out of my head
Ready, or not ready yet
Time to waste time
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I'm going back to WV
Back to my mom and dad
And I'll let you pine away here
and think about what we once had
There's a home cooked meal
And an old girlfriend, I'd like to steal
That's why you need me now
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The Good Dog (Live)
07:42
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The Good Dog (1/7/04)
by Todd Burge ©2005 Bunj Jam-BMI
Capo 2 (E, F#m, A, B, C#m, G#m)
My friend's pup
Just threw up
In the kitchen
By the Door
That bad boy
Sure ain't good
With his #2
Falling on my floor
Who knew that you,
Who knew you………… were the good dog?
'Cause when I whistle
You do come
At a steady pace
No matter where from
And when you sit there
So Politely
And wag your tail
While I strum
I think, who knew that you
Who knew that you……… were the good dog?
The bone I found
Underground
Was not in
Your lost and found
This took me 6 years
To get a clue
But for you it felt like 42
Who knew that you,
Who knew that you…….. were the good dog?
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First Day of Spring
It’s the first day of spring
The first day of spring
So why is it so damned cold?
I need to sneeze
Need to release
The last of a winter
That has made me
Feel two whole years older
Maybe this year
When and if this snow clears
I’ll start going to church
God knows it’s been years
But it’s all his fault
Cause no sane man
Would drive to congregate
In this frozen screwed up mess
Chorus
Our good dog is gone
He was old and could not pass
Through one more season
Like that last one
But the cold still sticks around
Kickin’ me in my happy
I suppose I’m just
Sad about
This man’s best friend’s end
On this first day of spring
First day of spring
Why is it so damned cold?
Maybe we all need
To be brought to our knees
To be thankful for
What this new spring
Will eventually Bring
Change (For Clean Water)
I wonder what the natives thought
As Washington rode their river so pristine
Then forced to follow his direction
Be it Hell or be it Heaven
Made to swim up
His Stream
The story is as old
As the mountains, tall and green
That used to make the skyline
Of a state that once was clean
Change, change
If not it all will stay the
Same same same
Change change
We’ve got to break and make some change
Granddad had a can
From the plant along the river
On his roof (It was 1972)
Issued by some man
To measure how much toxin
That plant was letting lose
Now the numbers are all in
They’ve been crunched and wadded up
They just toss them in the river
And now our children drink them up
Change, change
If not it all will stay the
Same same same
Change change
We’ve got to break and make some change
Short term gain is taking away
Everything our great state has got to gain
And when there’s nothing left to lose
Our kids will just pack up
And simply move away
It’s true what they say
Mountaineers are always free
In their hearts and minds
With freedom to leave
Change, change
If not it all will stay the
Same same same
Change change
We’ve got to break and make some change
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Todd Burge Parkersburg
If it’s been discovered by man, West Virginia’s Todd Burge has written about it. A born ponderer and observer of life, each of his songs tells a story. Whether drawn from personal experience or a tale of poetically woven fiction, you’ll live every second of it through his songs. ... more
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