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.
Fire on the
Mountain
The Marshall Tucker
Band
Took my family away
from my
Carolina home
Had dreams about
the west
And started to roam
Six long months
On a dust-covered
trail
They say Heaven's
at the end
But so far it's
been Hell
And there's
Fire on the
mountain
Lightnin' in the
air
Gold in them hills
And it's waitin'
for me there
We were diggin' and
siftin'
From five to five
Sellin' everything
we found
Just to stay alive
Gold flowed free
Like the whiskey in
the bars
Sinnin' was the big
thing Lord
And Satan was His
star
And there's
Fire on the
mountain
Lightnin' in the
air
Gold in them hills
And it's waitin'
for me there
Dance hall girls
were the
Evenin' treat
Empty cartridges
and blood lined
The gutters of the
street
Men were shot down
for the
Sake of fun
Or just to hear the
noise of their
.44 guns
And there's
Fire on the
mountain
Lightnin' in the
air
Gold in them hills
And it's waitin'
for me there
Now my widow she
Weeps by my grave
Tears flow free for
her man
She couldn't save
Shot down in cold
blood
By a gun that
carried fame
All for a useless
and no good
Worthless claim
And there's
Fire on the
mountain
Lightnin' in the
air
Gold in them hills
And it's waitin'
for me there
Fire on the
mountain
Lightnin' in the
air
Gold in them hills
And it's waitin'
for me there
Waitin' for me
there
All the Gold in
California
Larry Gatlin and The
Gatlin Brothers
All the gold
In California
Is in a bank in the
middle of Beverly Hills
In somebody else's
name
So if you're
dreamin’
About California
It don't matter at
all
Where you've played
before
California's a
brand new game
Tryin' to be a hero
Windin’ up a zero
Can scar a man
forever
Right down to your
soul
Livin’ on the
spotlight
Can kill a man
outright
'Cause everything
that glitters
Is not gold
And all the gold
In California
Is in a bank in the
middle of Beverly Hills
In somebody else's
name
So if you're
dreamin’
About California
It don't matter at
all
Where you've played
before
California's a
brand new game
All the gold
In California
Is in a bank in the
middle of Beverly Hills
In somebody else's
name
So if you're
dreamin’
About California
It don't matter at
all
Where you've played
before
California's a
brand new game
Brand new game
A brand new game
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Lively and lovely songs both! Can appreciate these as somewhat of a sentimental groove. Thanks for sharing!
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Some great songs here.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Hank!!! My wife insists that I can be awfully slow at times, and since it took me several years to realize what these songs are really about, she just might have a point. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Karen!!! It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. Such are the days of our lives.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Stephen!!! I am really glad you enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteI love the Marshall Tucker Band....I must dig out my CDs and play them over the weekend.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Lee!!! Sounds like a good time to me! Hey, what did you think about the first episode of the Fargo TV series? Do you now get my ball peen hammer reference from the other day?
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Adullamite!!! Yup.
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