This weekly series
will include as many of my all-time favorite tunes as I can get my grubby
little hands on (so to speak). Now, each
one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit
only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered. For I just cannot bring myself to rate some
higher than others. So, this will not be
a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t
matter. Besides, with no countdown, this
could go on forever and ever! Oh, and
despite the fact that there is absolutely no way that your musical tastes can
be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions that you might dare to make. I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.
Lodi
Creedence
Clearwater Revival
Just about a year
ago
I set out on the
road
Seekin' my fame and
fortune
Lookin' for a pot
of gold
Things got bad
And things got
worse
I guess you’ll know
the tune
Oh Lord
Stuck in Lodi again
Rode in on the
Greyhound
I'll be walkin' out
if I go
I was just passin'
through
Must be seven
months or more
Ran out of time and
money
Looks like they
took my friends
Oh Lord
I'm stuck in Lodi
again
The man from the
magazine
Said I was on my
way
Somewhere I lost
connections
Ran out of songs to
play
I came into town
A one-night stand
Looks like my plans
fell through
Oh Lord
Stuck in Lodi again
If I only had a
dollar
For every song I've
sung
Every time I've had
to play
While people sat
there drunk
You know I'd catch
the next train
Back to where I
live
Oh Lord
Stuck in Lodi again
Oh Lord
I'm stuck in Lodi
again
Folsom Prison Blues
Johnny Cash
I hear the train a-comin'
It's rollin’ round
the bend
And I ain't seen
the sunshine since
I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom
Prison
And time keeps
draggin' on
But that train
keeps a-rollin'
On down to San
Antone
When I was just a
baby
My mama told me son
Always be a good
boy
Don't ever play
with guns
But I shot a man in
Reno
Just to watch him
die
When I hear that
whistle blowin'
I hang my head and
cry
I bet there's rich
folks eatin’
In a fancy dinin’
car
They're probably
drinkin' coffee
And smokin’ big
cigars
Well I know I had
it comin’
I know I can't be
free
But those people
keep a-movin'
And that's what
tortures me
Well if they freed
me from this prison
If that railroad
train was mine
I bet I'd move it
on
A little farther
down the line
Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I want
to stay
And I'd let that
lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
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