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          My sister Elaine and I sang this in Bogota, Colombia in 1971 with a washtub base and guitar. 

 

CRAWDAD HOLE

 

CHORUS      You get a line, I’ll get pole, honey, honey

                        You get a line, I’ll get a pole, babe.

                        You get a line, I’ll get a pole,

                        We’ll all go down to the crawdad hole,

                        Honey, oh sugar baby mine.

 

Get up old man, you slept too late, honey

Get up old man, you slept too late, babe.

Get up old man, you slept too late,

Crawdad picking started at eight,

Honey, oh sugar baby mine.

Chorus

Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back, honey.

Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back, babe.

Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back,

Packing crawdads in his pack,

Honey, sugar baby, mine.

Chorus

What you gonna do when the lake goes dry, honey.

What you gonna do when the lake goes dry, babe.

What you gonna do when the lake goes dry,

Sit on the bank and watch the crawdads die.

Honey, sugar baby, mine.

Chorus

What you gonna do when the game warden comes, honey.

What you gonna do when the game warden comes, babe.

What you gonna do when the game warden comes.

Ask him to join our fun.

Honey, sugar baby, mine

Chorus


 

  (copyright) 1973 by Dwight Ball Morrill

CALM AND SERENE

 

D                             G      A7      D

Calm and serene, day after day.

                                       G            A7             D

Sitting in my parlor, watching life flow away.

Bm                                  G             A7             D

Look out the window, see them all go away.

                               G      A7       D

Calm and serene, day after day.

 

The wall so deep, that was never meant to stay.

Sledge hammers on the mortar, but it barely chips away.

Bricks once a passing thought, now so hard to throw away.

Calm and serene, day after day.

 

How was the wall built, how did it come to stay?

How do you tear it down, and start another way?

Haven’t we been here before, wrenching out the pain?

Calm and serene, day after day.

 

I thought I did this once, sometime far away.

But that wasn’t you, and that wasn’t me today.

Once again the walls must go, serenity cannot reign.

Calm and serene, not for me today.

 

Repeat first verse.

 

 

 

 

 (copyright) 1969 by Dwight Ball Morrill

 

The War

 

D                        G                   D

Johnny’s gone away to the war.

                                      G               D

Ain’t gonna see my Johnny no more.

                            C                  D

Johnny’s gone away to the war.

                                      C                D

Ain’t gonna see my Johnny no more.

 

Johnny went to camp to learn to fight.

He learned to kill another man with all his might.

Johnny’s gone away to the war.

Ain’t gonna see my Johnny no more.

 

Chorus:

D                                                G

Oh, why do you weep, why do you cry?

                     D                            C                           D

Don’t you want, don’t you want to see him die?

 

Johnny said I don’t want to kill another man.

The sarge said you got to do the best you can.

Johnny’s gone away to the war.

Ain’t gonna see my Johnny no more.

Chorus

 

Johnny went over to that land.

Paid his duty to the country, not to man.

Johnny’s gone away to the war.

Ain’t gonna see my Johnny no more.

Chorus

 

TOO HIGH TOO MANY MILES TOO LONG

 

D              G                                               D

I’ve been too high, too many miles too long.

A7                                                                    D

I’ve been way down under too many years ago.

                                      G                             D

I’be been too far out, too many words away.

A7                                               G               D

Lord help me get back on the road once again.

 

I’m tired of hearing words contradictory to what’s done.

I’m tired of knowing that I do the same thing when I’m done.

But when I think on what’s past and what’s yet left to be done.

Lord then I know that I’ll get back on the road once again.

 

Sometimes I forget to listen for myself.

Then I can’t hear nobody else.

Then I wake up wondering where I been so long.

Lord help me get back on the road once again.

 

How many times must I learn.

How many times must I tell myself.

How many times must I feel this way.

Sitting here wondering where I been so Long.

 

(first verse again)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Salty Dog

 

Salty Dog, Salty Dog

I don’t want to be your man at all.

Honey, won’t you be my Salty Dog.

 

Two old men sitting on the fence.

The one says, “You’re worth fifteen cents.”

Honey, won’t you be my Salty Dog.

 

I got a girl she’s ten feet tall.

Got her feet in the kitchen and her head in the hall.

Honey, won’t you be my Salty Dog.

 

Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill.

Lives way up on Railroad Hill.

Honey, won’t you be my Salty Dog.

 

Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill.

Never did work and he never will.

Honey, won’t you be my Salty Dog.

 

Kill me a chicken, bring me a wing.

You think I’m a workin’ I don’t do a thing.

Honey, won’t you be my Salty Dog.

 

 

 

 I used to teach this to Peggy's pre-school kids at K-KOSH-KOSH the Indian Pre-School in Portland Oregon that she helped start and taught at in 1975-1976

 

I’m In Love with a Big Blue Frog

 

Chorus:

I’m in love with a big blue frog

A big blue frog loves me.

It’s not as bad as it might seem,

He wears glasses and he’s six foot three.

 

I’m not worried about our kids.

I know they’ll turn out neat.

They’ll be good lookers because they’ll have my face

Great swimmers ‘cause they’ll have his feet.

Chorus

 

Well I know we can make things work

He’s got good family sense

His mother was a frog from Philadelphia

His daddy an enchanted prince

 

The neighbors are against it and it’s clear to me

And it’s probably clear to you

They think the property values will go right down

If the family next door is blue.

Chorus

 

A song from 1972

(copyright) 1972 Dwight Ball Morrill

 

PAIN AND SORROW

 

G

Ain’t no let up from the pain

    C                             G

And sorrow of this world.

 

Ain’t no let up from the pain

         A7                        D

And sorrow of this world.

               G                                 G7

So just walk on down the road,

  C

Open up and let it through your door.

                          G

There ain’t no let up from the pain

     A7                  D      G

And sorrow of this world

 

There ain’t no  livin’ that’s worth

Livin’ without pain.

There ain’t no livin’ that’s worth

Livin’ without pain.

Oh the moments are but few,

Of the feelings that you’d choose.

There ain’t no livin’ that’s worth

Livin’ without pain.

 

There ain’t no bein’ with who you

Care for without sorrow.

There ain’t no bein’ with who you

Care for without sorrow.

When you think on what you done,

The sorrows just begun.

There ain’t no bein’ with who you

Care for without sorrow.

 

First verse again

One of my daughter Mychele's favorites

 

You Got to Quit Kicking My Dog Around

 

Had an old dog and his name was Jake,

Found him out in the old cane break,

I figured he’d make a real good hound

As soon as he learned his way around.

Pa said son what have you got.

He’s blue tick fly and lord knows what.

Pretty soon word got spread around,

Billy go’s to town and lord know how.

 

Chorus:

Every time I got to town.

The boys keep kicking my dog around.

Makes no difference if he is a hound,

You gotta quit kickin’ my dog around.

 

So I took Jake out and schooled him hard.

But he chased Ma’s ducks all around the yard.

He chased the chickens and a rabbit and a deer,

And he chewed on the neighbors milk cow, dear.

We took Jake to run a raccoon but he led

Us straight to the town saloon.

While the sheriff sat there in tremblin’ fear,

Jake chewed his cards and he drank his beer.

Chorus:

 

Jake I said you’re my best friend,

We’ll stick together ‘till the end.

Remember the winter where Mohead sat

And spotted the tracks of the mountain cat.

Jake took off two toes and hair,

He bellered that cat from here to there.

And all the fellers showed up from town,

To hear that cat and that crazy hound.

My Jake he had that critter treed,

The boys all looked and smiled at me.

A way up high on the limb he sat,

My mother’s precious calico cat.

chorus

 About a prison chaplin.

(copyright) 1970 Dwight Ball Morrill

 

THE JOKER

 

   B7

The Joker prayed and the Joker played,

                EM

And the Joker went to the church.

     B7

The Joker prayed and Joker played,

                 EM

And the Joker went to the church.

 

Chorus:

G                    C            B7              EM

Why do you weep, why do you cry?

 

The banker prayed and the banker paid,

And the banker went to the church.

He paid his money into the plate,

To insure his pearly gate.

Chorus

 

The convict stayed and the convict paid,

But the convict went to no church.

He saw the parson was merely the Man,

Disposed in a garbage can.

Chorus

 

First verse again.

 A song about leaving

(copyright) 1972  Dwight Ball Morrill

 

WHEN I’M GONE AND ON MY WAY

 

G

When I’m gone and on my way,

                                                    EM

and the sun’s gone with the day.

                    C

Will you still be asking why,

                                                          G

when the sun has gone and died?

   C

Will you still not understand?

                                                     EM

Why my soul can’t stay at hand?

                 C

Why my feet must keep on,

                                             G

traveling through this land.

 

Chorus:         My tracks aren’t where I’ve been.

                        You won’t find them where I’ll be.

                        They’ll be found as they journey,

                        from the ocean to the sea.

 

Concrete factories on the right.

smoking ruins on the left,

but I must run through the fog,

With no sign at the edge.

The wall keeps building up.

So I stopo to count the bricks.

Not to stop my feet forever,

but to see how much is left.

Chorus

 

I cannot bring you steel,

and I cannot build you wood.

I can only ask of you to

share the journey if you could.

If you cannot come with me,

and must have the roots to see,

then don’t mourn the dust that

settles on your shoes.

Chorus

(copyright) 1972  Dwight Ball Morrill

 

 A song about a guy in prison that's getting 'short'

(copyright) 1969 Dwight Ball Morrill

 

WHERE WILL YOU BE

 

G                          D                      C                    G

Where will you be when the days are all gone,

D                    C                       G

Where, oh where will you be?

                  D                   C                  G

I will be gone on my way, on my way.

                 D                 C                     G

That’s where I can be what I will be.

 

Chorus:           C                           G

                        Where are you going?

                        C                            G

                        Where are you bound?

                        C                  D                    G

                        I’m going down on my way.

 

Where will you be when the bars are no more?

Where …….

Chorus

 

Where will you be when the guards are no more?

Where …….

Chorus

(copyright) 1969  Dwight Ball Morrill

 

A song about one of my favorite foods.

(copyright) 2013 by Dwight Ball Morrill 

 

CHILLY DOGS

When the world comes crushing down

Don’t despair, Don’t you frown

Just go to Sonic or Dairy Queen

They got the best chilly dogs you’ve ever seen

Chorus:

D                   G

Chilly Dog, Chilly Dog

A7                                 D

All you ever need is a Chilly Dog

repeat

You’re in a hole and you can’t get out

You don’t know what’s going to turn it about.

Then you’re walking down the road and you see

A sign for a chilly dog and that’s all you need.

 

You’re life looks bleak for so long now.

You don’t know why and you don’t know how.

Then a friend  says,” What can I do.”

And you say, “God can you just get me a chilly dog.”

 

You’re stuck on a problem that’s kicking your ass.

You try and try but it just won’t pass.

Someone says you better take a break

You know you’re right I think I need a chilly dog.

 

I asked her and asked her to marry me.

She said, “I won’t you got to leave me be.”

“Stop texting me and go to town

Go get yourself a chilly dog and settle down.”

 

So now I’m living in my car in the Sonic parking lot

‘Cause when I’m down or in a spot.

I can go ten steps and through the door

and  get me a chilly dog 

Copyright 2013  Dwight Ball Morrill

 

Salty Dog

 

Salty Dog, Salty Dog

I don’t want to be your man at all.

Honey, won’t you be my Salty Dog.

 

Two old men sitting on the fence.

The one says, “You’re worth fifteen cents.”

Honey, won’t you be my Salty Dog.

 

I got a girl she’s ten feet tall.

Got her feet in the kitchen and her head in the hall.

Honey, won’t you be my Salty Dog.

 

Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill.

Lives way up on Railroad Hill.

Honey, won’t you be my Salty Dog.

 

Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill.

Never did work and never will.

Honey, won’t you be my Salty Dog.

 

Bring me a chickey, bring me a wing.

You think I’m workin’ I don’t do a thing.

Honey, won’t you be my Salty Dog.

 

 


 

This is a song about the Western Hotel on Skid Road in Portland, Or.

(copyright) 1971 Dwight Ball Morrill

 

COCKROACH

 

CHORUS:

Cockroach, cockroach, where you gonna run?

Cockroach, cockroach, where you gonna hide?

Cockroach, cockroach, You better speed up.

I get too hungry gonna eat you on up.

 

D                                   G                  D

Wake up ten times ‘fore the dawn.

                                    A7

Trying to sleep ‘till I’ll be gone.

D                                 G               D

Chicken wire don’t keep no hens.

                                     A 7             D

Just keeps roosters in their pens.

(chorus)

 

Farmer pig comes by ‘round 1 and 4.

Shining his light, lookin’ in my door.

Says “You don’t be quiet I’ll call the Man.

He’ll come up here give your face his hand.

(chorus)

 

When the clock is passing on 4.

I hear the kicking of a door.

When the clock starts moving on 6,

I hear a man when he gets kicked.

(chorus)

 

You say you’re hungry and you say you’re cold.

You say all you do is just get old.

I work in the field and I pay my rent.

By the time I get back it’s all spent.

(chorus)

 


 

 A song about an old friend on skid road in Portland, Oregon

 

RUSSELL BURBEE

 

CHORUS:

Lord, Lord, where you gonna go.

Lord, Lord, when you get old.

Lord, Lord where you gonna go.

When you lose your shoes,

And your feet get sore.

 

D                    G                   D

First night when I was out,

                      A7                      D

Lost my money without a shout.

The second night I went to sleep,

And woke up shoeless on the street.

Chorus

 

Got back on the bus that night,

Left this town before day light.

I said, “Can I pick your berries today?”

He said, No shoes, you just can’t stay.

Chorus

 

I waited all day to go back to town.

The man said, “I hate to put you down,

but a man like you shouldn’t go to sleep,

and wake up shoeless on the street.”

Chorus

 

I said, “Farmer John if you paid enough,

I wouldn’t have to stay on this here bus,

and go to sleep at night,

and wake up shoeless without a fight.”

Chorus

(copyright) 1971  Dwight Ball Morrill

 

A song about hitch hiking to San Franciscio in 1967

 

GEORGIA TOWN

 

Chorus:

                        G                             C                            G                           C

                        Goin’ down to Georgia town, I’m goin’ down that way.

                        G                        C                                G                   C

                        Never comin’ back this way, I’m never gonna stay.

                                               D                                           G

                        I’m going down, to Georgia, Georgia town.

 

So many people tell me every day,

don’t wander down and risk your life that way.

I’m going down, to Georgia, Georgia Town.

Chorus

I stick my thumb out, I really stick my neck out.

Oh, the people that I find out about,

as I go down, to Georgia, Georgia town.

Chorus

The cars go by with those snug people in.

Every so often there’s a person within,

as I go down, to Georgia, Georgia town.

Chorus

A car stops, he asks me in.

He sticks his neck out, so we live again,

as I go down, to Georgia, Georgia town.

Chorus

Doesn’t really matter if I get to the end.

Only thing that counts is that I start again.

So I go down, to Georgia, Georgia town.

Chorus

(copyright) 1967   Dwight Ball Morrill

 

 

A song from the 1970's about a cannery in Hillsboro, Oregon

 

 

BOXES ON THE LINE

 

Chorus:

D

Keep your boxes on the line, woman.

Keep your boxes on the line.

    A7

Cut that broccoli as fast as you can.

    G

Cut your finger, cut your hand,

    D

But don’t get blood on the line.

 

Bossman wears a white had.

His flunky wears a blue.

Don’t do nothin’ all day long,

‘cept start and stop and sing this song.

Don’t get blood on the line.

Keep your boxes on the line.

Chorus

 

I cut the broccoli all day long.

‘Till my back is almost gone.

Py me less than the man with the broom,

Who don’t do nothin’ but whistle this tune.

Don’t get blood on the line.

Keep your boxes on the line.

Chorus

(copyright) 1971  Dwight Ball Morrill