ATF: NoCal Dreams and Nightmares

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.

Link: [Creedence Clearwater Revival]

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

Link: [Johnny Cash]

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

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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