Cover songs for the next DLR/VH album!

[Loons The Great]

well well well...yez yeah!!...ooh well well...

Death Valley Is Just Half Way To My Home--Lonnie Johnson

Looked down that long old lonesome road
Looked down that long old lonesome road
My poor feet is gettin' tired, but still I've got to go

There's no train to my home town, ain't but the one way to go
There's no train to my home town, ain't but the one way to go
That's mile after mile, trampin' that muddy road

It's just one thing, that worries me both night and day
Ain't but one thing, that worries me both night and day
There's a place they call Death Valley, and it's just halfway

You can't see a house, in twenty-five miles around
I can't see nobody, goin' towards my ol' home town
I've still got three hundred miles to go, and my poor feet is giving down

I can hear the wild cats and panthers, howl when the sun go down
Can you hear the wild cats and panthers, howlin' when the sun go down
And I've got to go through Death Valley, to get to my old home town

I've been trampin' this lonely road, forty nights and days
My poor legs is gettin' tired, don't help me someways
Cause I've got three hundred miles to go, trampin' in this mud and clay

[Loons The Great]

Jesse James--Lesley Nelson-Burns

Vance Randolph collected this song in Arkansas in 1920 from a man who reportedly learned it from his father-in-law, "who had often entertained the James and Younger boys in his cabin."

Jesse James, living in St. Joseph, Missouri under his pseudonym "Thomas Howard" was shot by Robert Ford on April 4, 1882. Robert Ford was a member of Jesse's gang whom Jesse regarded as a friend. Ford shot Jesse in the back while Jesse was hanging a picture. According to Randolph the song became popular throughout the Midwest almost immediately after Jesse's death. Ford himself was shot in 1892 by another member of Jesse's gang.


Jesse James was a lad who killed many a man
He robbed the Glendale train;
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward;
I wonder how he does feel
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed
Then laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor
He never would see a man suffer pain,
And with his brother Frank he robbed the Chicago bank,
And stopped the Glendale train.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

It was his brother Frank that robbed the Gallatin bank,
And carried the money from the town;
It was in this very place that they had a little race,
For they shot Captain Sheets to the ground.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

They went to the crossing not very far from there,
And there they did the same;
With the agent on his knees, he delivered up the keys
To the outlaws, Frank and Jesse James.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

It was on Saturday night, Jesse was at home
Talking with his family brave,
Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night
And laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

The people held their breath
When they heard of Jesse's death
And wondered how he ever came to die.
It was one of the gang called little Robert Ford
He shot poor Jesse on the sly.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

This song was made by Billy Gashade,
As soon as the news did arrive;
He said there was no man with the law in his hand
Who could take Jesse James when alive.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

[Loons The Great]

Nicotine & Gravy--Beck

I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive
It takes a miracle just to survive
Buried animals call your name
You keep on sleeping
Through the poignant rain
I think we're going crazy
Her left eye is lazy
She looks so Israeli
Nicotine and gravy
I'll feed you fruit that don't exist
I'll leave graffiti
Where you've never been kissed
I'll do your laundry
Massage your soul
I'll turn you over
To the highway patrol
I think we're going crazy
Things don't even faze me
Her left eye is lazy
Nicotine and gravy
Miracles amaze me
She looks so Israeli
Love the way she plays me
I think I'm going crazy
I don't want to die tonight
I don't want to die tonight...

[Combat Ready]

Not fade away-----Jim Dandy and the boys!

[jharp84]

"RESPECT" Aretha!! Mike Anthony has to be on background vocals to make it work!!

[Loons The Great]

Not Fade Away an' Respect would be cool fo' sho'...an' Superfly, too...Supahfly...

[Loons The Great]

WHEN SHERMAN MARCHED DOWN TO THE SEA

Our campfires shone bright on the mountains That frowned on the river below. While we stood by our guns in the morning, And eagerly watched for the foe. When a rider came out of the darkness That hung over mountain and tree. And shouted "Boys! Up and be ready! For Sherman will march to the sea" And shouted "Boys, up and be ready, For Sherman will march to the sea". Then shout upon shout for bold Sherman Went up from each valley and glen. And the bugles re-echoed the music That rose from the lips of the men. For we know that the stars in our banners More bright in their splendor would be. And that blessings from North land would greet us, When Sherman marched down to the sea. And that blessings from North land would greet us, When Sherman marched down to the sea. Then forward, boys, forward to battle, We marched on our wearisome way. And we stormed the wild hills of Resacca, God bless those who fell on that day! Then Kennesaw, dark in its glory, Frowned down on the flag of the free. But the East and the West bore our standards When Sherman marched down to the sea But the East and the West bore our standards When Sherman marched down to the sea Still onward we pressed till our banners Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls. And the blood of the patriot dampened The soil where the Traitor flag falls. We paused not to weep for the fallen That slept by each river and tree. But we twined them a wreath of the laurel, When Sherman marched down to the sea. But we twined them a wreath of the laurel, When Sherman marched down to the sea. Proud, proud was our army that morning, That stood where the pine darkly towers When Shermand said, "Boys, you are weary, But today, fair Savannah is ours." Then we all sand a song for our Chiertain, That echoed o'er river and lea, And the stars on our banners shone brighter, When Sherman marched down to the sea. And the stars on our banners shone brighter, When Sherman marched down to the sea. Our campfires shone bright on the mountains That frowned on the river below. While we stood by our guns in the morning, And eagerly watched for the foe. When a rider came out of the darkness That hung over mountain and tree. And shouted "Boys! Up and be ready! For Sherman will march to the sea" And shouted "Boys, up and be ready, For Sherman will march to the sea". Then shout upon shout for bold Sherman Went up from each valley and glen. And the bugles re-echoed the music That rose from the lips of the men. For we know that the stars in our banners More bright in their splendor would be. And that blessings from North land would greet us, When Sherman marched down to the sea. And that blessings from North land would greet us, When Sherman marched down to the sea. Then forward, boys, forward to battle, We marched on our wearisome way. And we stormed the wild hills of Resacca, God bless those who fell on that day! Then Kennesaw, dark in its glory, Frowned down on the flag of the free. But the East and the West bore our standards When Sherman marched down to the sea But the East and the West bore our standards When Sherman marched down to the sea Still onward we pressed till our banners Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls. And the blood of the patriot dampened The soil where the Traitor flag falls. We paused not to weep for the fallen That slept by each river and tree. But we twined them a wreath of the laurel, When Sherman marched down to the sea. But we twined them a wreath of the laurel, When Sherman marched down to the sea. Proud, proud was our army that morning, That stood where the pine darkly towers When Shermand said, "Boys, you are weary, But today, fair Savannah is ours." Then we all sand a song for our Chiertain, That echoed o'er river and lea, And the stars on our banners shone brighter, When Sherman marched down to the sea. And the stars on our banners shone brighter, When Sherman marched down to the sea.

[Loons The Great]

MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA

Bring the good ol' Bugle boys! We'll sing another song, Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along, Sing it like we used to sing it fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the Jubilee. Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free, So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia. How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound, How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found, How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, While we were marching through Georgia. Yes and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears, When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years; Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers, While we were marching through Georgia. "Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never make the coast!" So the saucy rebels said and 'twas a handsome boast Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the Host While we were marching through Georgia. So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train, Sixty miles of latitude, three hundred to the main; Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain While we were marching through Georgia.

[diamondsgirl]

Baby take off your coat
Real slow
Take off your shoes
I'll take off your shoes
Baby take off your dress
Yez, yez, yezzz

You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on

Go over there, turn on the light
Hey, all the lights
Come over here, stand on that chair
Yeah, that's right
Raise your arms up in the air
Now shake 'em
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live

Sweet darling, (you can leave your hat on)
You can leave your hat on
Baby, (you can leave your hat on)
You can leave your hat on
(You can leave your hat on)

(You can leave your hat on)

Suspicious minds are talkin'
They're tryin' to tear us apart
They don't believe in this love of mine
They don't know what love is

They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
Yeah, I know what love is

There ain't no way
(You can leave your hat on)
You can leave your hat on
(You can leave your hat on)
Give me the reason to live
(You can leave your hat on)
You can leave your hat on

[Jérôme Frenchise]

I'll never give up on my Taj Mahal suggestion...
If you remember the song, when Taj goes "Yes you wiiiiiiiiiiiill...", in his high-pitched, rawky voice, how can one not think of Dave, really?

You're gonna neeeeeeeed somebody on your booond child
You're gonna neeeeeeeed somebody on your booond
When it's late 'round midnight and old man death comes slippin' into the room
You're gonna neeeeeed somebody on your bond
You take Mary and Martha standin' up in the hillside
Mary explainin' to Martha, "Darlin', look at the river deep and the water wide"
Here comes ole Moses, faithful Moses carryin' big ole stones up the hill
Tellin' everybody they're gonna neeeeeed somebody on their booooond
Whoa, you take Maivus Staples and ole Corn Cheevers(?),
they got the good side on their bond
Oh I been listen to the music people ever since the day I was born
My momma raised me in a room across from the church by the tree,
and that sweet gospel music, oh how it used to comfort me
Tellin' everybody they're gonna need somebody on their bond
Uuuuuuuuh yes they wiiiiiiiiiiill...
Uuuuuuuuh yes they wiiiiiiiiiiill...

[Loons The Great]

You Can Leave Your Hat On--Tom Jones live

[tajmahal]

George Thoroghgood - I Drink Alone
ZZ Top - Legs

[LstLkly2Succeed]

I was thinking ZZ Top also! I would love to hear DLR singing Tush, that would definitely make my day.

[Loons The Great]

Van Rothin' covered,"Tush," in the glorious club days...plenty of bootlegs of thattun' nah nah yezz yezz...

[cvh 2007]

thats not so bad i dont mind a little fog hat