Songs

Country and Western

Shotgun Boogie

(Tennessee Ernie Ford, lyrics too).

There it stands in the corner with the barrel so straight
I looked out the window and over the gate
The big, fat rabbits are a-jumpin' in the grass
Wait'll they hear my old shotgun blast
Shotgun Boogie, I done saw your tracks
Look out Mr. Rabbit when I cock my hammer back

Well, over on the ridge is a scaly bark
Hick'ry nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark
The big fat squirrels they scratch and they bite
I'll be on that ridge before daylight
Shotgun Boogie, all I need is one shot
Look out bushy tail, tonight you'll be in the pot

Well, I met a pretty gal, she was tall and thin
I asked her what she had, she said: "A Fox Four-Ten"
I looked her up and down and said: "Boy, this is love"
So we headed for the brush to shoot a big fat dove
Shotgun Boogie, boy the feathers flew
Look out Mister Dove when she draws a bead on you

I sat down on a log, took her on my lap
She said, "Wait a minute, bub, you got to see my Pap
He's got a sixteen-gauge choked down like a rifle
He don't like a man that's a-gonna trifle"
Shotgun Boogie, draws a bead so fine
Look out big boy, he's loaded all the time

Well, I called on her Pap like a gentleman oughta
He said: "No brush hunter's gonna get my daughter"
He cocked back the hammer right on the spot
When the gun went off, I outran the shot
Shotgun Boogie, I wanted wedding bells
I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells

I'm the only Hell my Mama Ever Raised

(Johnny Paycheck) Songwriters: Bobby Borchers / Mack Vickery / Wayne Kemp .

I can tell my mama's short on loving me
I guess that's why she let me go so far
Mama tried to stop me short of stealing
I guess that's why I had to steal that car

She told me not to smoke it
But I did and it took me far away
And I turned out to be
The only hell my mama ever raised

Well, I rolled into Atlanta, stolen tags and almost out of gas
Yeah, I had to get some money, lately I'd learned how to get it fast
Those neon lights was calling me and somehow I just had to get downtown
So I reached into the glove box, another liquor store went down

And I said 'Precious memories', take me back to the good ol' days'
Let me hear my men and sing, 'Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me'
She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways
And I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raised

When they put them handcuffs on me, Lord how I fought to resist
But agent clamped 'em tighter, 'til that metal bit into my wrist
They took my belt and my billfold, my fingerprints, and the profile of my face
And then they locked away the only hell my mama ever ever raised

And I'd sing 'Precious memories', take me back to the good ol' days'
Let me hear mama singing, 'Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me'
She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways
And I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raised
She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the devil's ways
And I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raised
 

Holdin' A Good Hand

Lee Greenwood.

They say love is a gamble you can win or lose
Well life dealt me a queen the day I found you.
Now the cards are in my favor and I'm gonna play
You're the one I've waited for and I'm gonna hold on tight.
 
And I'm holding a good hand, I bet my life on you
I'm not gonna let go, Now that I found a heart that's true
I just want a full house and a little piece of land
 
And I'll walk through life holding a good hand
Well I played the game and I've paid the price
And I don't mind saying that I've lost once or twice
But there ain't no doubt that my luck came through
When you came along and I reached out for you
And I'm holding a good hand, I bet my life on you
I'm not gonna let go, Now that I found a heart that's true
I just want a full house and a little piece of land
And I'll walk through life holding a good hand

Chorus
And I'm holding a good hand, I bet my life on you
I'm not gonna let go, Now that I found a heart that?s true
I just want a full house and a little piece of land
And I'll walk through life holding a good hand
I just want a full house and a little piece of land
And I'll walk through life holding a Good hand  

One Pair, Two Pair Three of a kind. 7-card Stud. Eights are wild.

Writer(s): Rob Crosby, Johnny Few https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rob_Crosby https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holdin%27_a_Good_Hand

Fauci Song

• In https://rasmusen.org/special/Fauci_Song.pdf PDF] and Word. Bill Frezza.

Mac Davis: Oh Lord, It's Hard to be Humble

Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
When you're perfect in every way
I can't wait to look in the mirror
Cause I get better looking each day
To know me is to love me
I must be a hell of a man
Oh Lord It's hard to be humble,
But I'm doing the best that I can

I used to have a girlfriend,
But I guess she just couldn't compete,
With all of these love-starved women,
Who keep cowering at my feet
Oh I probably could find me another,
But I guess they're all in awe of me
Who cares?
I never get lonesome
Cause I treasure my own company

Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
When you're perfect in every way
(I can't wait to look in the mirror)
I can't wait to look in the mirror
(Help me out now! Come on)
I get better looking each day
(To know me is to what?)
To know me is to love me
(Must be a hell of man)
I must be a hell of a man
(Oh Lord It's hard)
Oh Lord It's hard to be humble,
(When you're doing what?)
We're doing the best that we can

I guess you could say I'm a loner
A cowboy out lone, tough, and proud
I could have lots of friends if I wanted
But then I wouldn't stand out from the crowd
Some folks say that I'm egotistical
Hell I don't even know what that means
I guess it has something to do
With the way that I fill out my skin tight with jeans

Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
(When you're perfect in every way)
When you're perfect in every way
(Can't wait to look in the mirror)
I can't wait to look in the mirror
('Cause I get better looking)
I get better looking each day
(To know me is to what?)
To know me is to love me
(Must be a hell of man)
I must be a hell of a man
(Oh Lord It's hard)
Oh Lord It's hard to be humble,
(What are we doing?)
We're doing the best that we can

(One more time, what are we doing?)

We're doing the best that we can
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Foreign Languages
Latin
 *Gaudeamus Igitur, with a good rendition outside by a Glasgow students' choir in 2021.  


Send in the Clowns, and Sondheim generally
*https://www.steynonline.com/11936/send-in-the-clowns#.YadcBPGuLPs.twitter  Mark Steyn's article] (2021). 



I'm My Own Grandpa
*Sung by Ray Stevens in a video, but originally from the 1940's. THe lyrics of "I'm My Own Grandpa":
 
Many, many years ago

When I was twenty three

I was married to a widow

Who was pretty as can be

This widow had a grown-up daughter

Who had hair of red

My father fell in love with her

And soon they too were wed


 

"Rainbow Stew"
 Merle Haggard:
 
When the world wide war is over and done

And the dream of peace comes true

We'll all be drinking that free bubble up

And eating that rainbow stew.


 

"I Watched It All On My Radio," 
Lionel Cartwright:
 
And on Saturday night when the skies were all clear

A station from Nashville sometimes would appear

The steel guitars and soft southern twang

The stars of the Grand Ole Opry would sing


And I had a seat on the very front row

And I watched it all on my radio

I watched it all on my radio