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You can order the “Yarn Sessions” CD from the
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We may be selling other items soon...
We are also are selling, “Sawin’ on the Strings” for $13
. with free shipping.
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The song lyrics on this page are from the CD issued at Philmont,
also be sold by the “Tooth of Time Traders”.
The lyrics are: “As-sung on the CD’s”.
Send lyrics corrections, additions, or comments to:
Lyrics Editor/Proofreader: David Lagesse, (pineapplefish56)
Project PhilSongs 2003 - 2008
Tobasco Donkeys - The Yarn Sessions CD, Version 2.0
. The Tobasco Donkeys are:
Dirty Larry, Andy Gerhart, Mike Griffis, Peter Bingen, Eric Voss
. With some additional new talent!
Rod Taylor, Ellie Nickens, Tim Collver, Iron John, Greg (G.S.) Harper, Heath Shelton and Doug Cram.
Eric Voss made it out and lay down some sweet harmonica tracks and recorded a blues song or 2.
Greg Harper- who is an amazing songwriter/performer has a couple of songs recorded for the album.
. From: www.tobascodonkeys.com Visit the Tobasco Donkeys own website!
. You will find the latest updates there!
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We have lost contact with our ol’ friend, Ron Power.
We consider him a core Donkey member - but... we can’t find him.
If you know of the whereabouts of this man, shoot us an email. We miss him.
-Dirty Larry
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. The Tobasco Donkeys
. 'The Yarn Sessions' 2008
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For the past nine years people have asked if we would make another album. The reply was always, “Probably Not.”
How could we? We were all living in different parts of the country; some of us were married, had kids, and working at
least half respectable jobs. The Tobasco Donkeys was a beautiful memory. Just something we did for fun. We never
imagined many people aside from our friends and family would even listen to Sawin' on the Strings.
In 2006, we returned to Philmont for the first time in years as part of a PSA trek. We were inspired by how amazingly
talented and personable the staff at Philmont still is. We were touched by how many people had been listening to our
music and knew the words by heart. And we here seduced once again by Philmont’s beauty and history. While hiking
along the trails we talked about all the songs we wished he had put on the last album. After the Cyphers’ Stomp we
stepped out of the back of Charlie's cabin and agreed to make another album and started to make plans right away.
We all agreed it was important that me involve current staff and bring back some of our ol’ friends.
In the summer of 2007 we came to Cimarron for one week to record in the Cimarron yarn shop. Thanks to the enormous
talents of current staff members, Tim Collver, Ellie Nickens, Iron John, and Rod Taylor we had a full band. All told we
recorded 30 songs for this album- 23 of which are included on this CD. The unpublished songs are available for free
download at www.tobascodonkeys.com
Thanks to all of the Philmont staff and TD fans for being supportive and allowing us to spend time making music with our
closest friends- both old and new. We hope this album makes you smile and helps you feel closer to Philmont when you’
re far away. Hope to see you soon.
. -Dirty Larry, Andy Gerhart and Mike Griffis
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(1) PIG IN A PEN Traditional
Andy: Vocals & Guitar Mike: Banjo & Bass Ellie: Fiddle Tim: Mandolin Voss: Harp
Chorus: Mike, Voss, Doug Cram, Larry, Peter
“A fun tune that has nothing to do with anything, but applies well at Rich Cabins. This is one of the songs that inspired a second
Tobasco Donkeys album, because we wished we had included it on our first album and sang it throughout our PSA trek in 2006. It
sounds a lot like ‘Sawin’ on the Strings’ so we figured it would be a good start to this album.” - Andy
* CHORUS *
I got a pig, home in a pen
Corn to feed him on
All I need is a pretty little girl
To feed him when I’m gone
Goin’ on a mountain
Sow a little cane
Raise a barrel of sorghum
Sweet little Liza Jane
Yonder comes that gal of mine
How do you think I know
I know her by that gingham gown
Hanging down so low
* CHORUS *
Dark clouds are rising
Surely sign of rain
Get your grey bonnet on
Sweet little Liza Jane
Bake ‘em biscuits, baby
Bake ‘em good and brown
When you get them biscuits baked
We’re Alabama bound
* CHORUS *
When she sees me comin’
Wrings her hands an cries
Yonder comes the sweetest boy
That ever lived or died
Now she sees me leaving
Wrings her hands an cries
Yonder goes the meanest boy
That ever lived or died
* CHORUS *
* CHORUS *
(2) SALTY DOG Lester Flatt & Earl Scruggs
(Traditional) Mike: Vocals, Banjo, Bass Andy: Guitar & Chorus Ellie: Fiddle Tim: Mandolin
“This has been a favorite of Andy’s and mine for years. I honestly didn’t think about playing it at Philmont until I heard it at the ‘06
Crater Lake campfire. It’s a great tune to hum in your head while you’re struggling your way up the North Fork Uracca to Black
Mountain Camp.” - Mike
[G] Standin’ on the corner with the low down blues
[A] Great big hole in the bottom of my shoes
[D] Honey let me be your Salty Dog.
* CHORUS *
[G] Let me be your [E] Salty Dog
Or [A] I won’t be your man at all
[D] Honey let me be your Salty Dog.
[G] Look-it here Sal, well I know you
[A] Run down stockin’ and a worn out shoe
[D] Honey let me be your Salty Dog.
* CHORUS *
[G] Down in the wildwood sitting on a log
[A] Finger on the trigger and eye on the hog
[D] Honey let me be your Salty Dog.
* CHORUS *
[G] Pulled the trigger and the gun set go
[A] Shot fell over in Mexico
[D] Honey let me be you Salty Dog.
* CHORUS *
* CHORUS *
(3) THE MOUNTAIN Steve Earle, from “The Mountain”
Larry: Vocals Andy: Guitar Mike: Dobro & Bass Ellie: Viola & Fiddle Tim: Mandolin Peter: Chorus
“Along with the classic song ‘Paradise’, this song brings the images and passion of the mining lifestyle. When listening to this song,
you can imagine that Charlie Cyphers, French Henry, or scores of other Cimarron country miners are singing.” - Andy
D Bm
I was born on this mountain a long time ago
D Em G Bm
Before they knocked down the timber and strip-mined the coal
D Bm
When you rose in the mornin’ before it was light
. D Em G Bm A
Goin’ down in that dark hole, come back up at night
* CHORUS *
. D Bm
I was born on this mountain, this mountain’s my home
D Em G A
And she holds me and keeps me from worry and woe
. D Bm
Well, they took everything that she gave, now they’re gone
. D Em G D
But I’ll die on this mountain, this mountain’s my home
D Bm
I was young on this mountain, now I am old
. D Em G Bm
And I knew every holler, every cool swimmin’ hole
D Bm
One night I lay down and woke up to find
. D Em G Bm A
That my childhood was over, went down in the mine
* CHORUS *
D Bm
There’s a hole in this mountain, it’s dark and it’s deep
. D Em G Bm
And God only knows all the secrets it keeps
. D Bm
There’s a chill in the air only miners can feel
. D Em G Bm A
There’s a ghost in the tunnels, that the company sealed
* CHORUS *
. (There is a lyrics change on final line of the chorus)
. D Em G D
Well I’ll die on this mountain, this mountain’s my home
(4) TOOTH OF TIME (Been Chewin’ On Me) Peter Bingen
Peter Bingen: Vocals and Guitar Mike: Solo Guitar Chorus and shout outs: Larry, Voss, Mike
“This song is free-wheelin’ wing-dang-doodle of a tune about the joys and pain of life in the mountains of Colfax County. Past and
present sure do live side by side at Philmont. If you’re stuck in the woods, this is a good one to have stuck in your head.” - Peter
Capo on 3rd Fret Lyrics help and chording provided by Ben DiAnna
The chord forms with the capo will look like:
C, E, F, G
. C
Well I was on my way to Santa Fe back in 1883
F
Really had to go, so I stepped behind a tree
C E F C
The sky was clear, and so was my pee
C G C
And when I came back out, they’d all left me
Who left ya?
Hold on, I’ll get to that!
C
The wagon train had done left and gone
F
So I stumbled through the brush ‘til I came to Cimarron
C E F C
There was an ol’ man underneath the cottonwood tree
. C G C
Said, “Watch out son, don’t get like me”
* CHORUS *
. C
He said, “The Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me”
F
The Tooth of Time been chewin’ on me
C E F C
I’ve been here 30 years, now I just can’t leave
C G C
Cause the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me
I said, “The Tooth of Time, old timer, what’s that?”
He looked over yonder and he tipped his hat
It’s that igneous intrusion of dacite porphyry
It’s that molar in the sky, that just won’t let you be
Well I looked through my pockets and I didn’t have a dime
‘Til I ran into a feller from the French Henry mine
Handed me a bucket and he handed me a spade
He said, “One’s for the muck, and the others for your grave”
* CHORUS * variation one
That’s when the Tooth of Time started chewin’ on me”
The Tooth of Time started chewin’ on me
Eight long months of hard work and hard luck
Yeah, I lost two fingers, but I made twenty bucks
Ten bucks a finger? Not bad!
Well the poker games down at the James was a rout
Ol’ B.J. Ketchum done wiped my twenty bucks out
Sent me packin’ back into the hills
If the outlaws don’t get’ya then the lightning will
Never play cards with a guy named Black Jack!
Well I hiked ‘til I fell down, and then I fell asleep
Forgot about the jerky in my back pocket of my seat
A black bear found it, around half past three
Now I’m known as the man with just one cheek
* CHORUS * variation two
Yes sir, the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me”
The Tooth of Time been chewin’ on me
Now I fall over sideways, every time I take a seat
Cause the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me
[Breakdown]
Well I finally made it deep into the hills
An’ I started cuttin’ ties for the Continental Mill
Swingin’ that ax and haulin’ that line
Found my soul, but I lost my mind
There’s nothing like a day in the woods
Workin’ the way an honest man should
At night with all the stars in the sky
The Milky Way’ll make a grown man cry
* CHORUS * variation three
I think, the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me”
The Tooth of Time been chewin’ on me
Fiddles and a campfire are all I need (Vittles?)
Cause the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me
Well I think I’ll probably be out here, until I’m dead
And I remember back on what that old timer said
I ain’t that smart, but this I know
The Tooth of Time is a damn good way to go
And you may come and you may leave
But ‘round February she’ll be in your dreams
A great big mountain and the sky so blue
Yeah, the Tooth of Time’ll have its teeth in you
* CHORUS * variation four
Alright, the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me”
The Tooth of Time been chewin’ on me
I’m smelly and I’m dirty and it’s plain to see
That the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me
* CHORUS * variation five
One more, the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me”
The Tooth of Time been chewin’ on me
I hike so much, I got stumps for feet
Yeah, the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me
Chewin’ on me
Chewin’ on me
(5) SIXTEEN TONS Merle Travis
http://www.chordie.com/chord.pere/www.roughstock.com/cowpie/songs/plaintext.html/f/ford_tennessee_ernie/sixteen_tons-crd.html
. This website has the ability to transpose chords for various instruments.
Larry: Vocals & Guitar Mike: Bass Voss: Harp Andy: Back Vocals
“This had been a standard at Cyphers’ mine while we worked out there. We played it all the time.
This version is a different take than what you may be used to. We were beginning to get, ‘studio happy’ and it felt good to just hit
record and improvise and have fun.” - Dirty Larry
Em a cappella
Now some people say a man is made outta mud
Em C B7
A poor man’s made outta muscle and blood
Em Am
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
. C7 a cappella B7 Em
With a mind that’s weak and a back that’s strong
* CHORUS *
. Em C B7
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Em C B7
Another day older and deeper in debt
. Em Am
Saint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
. C7 a cappella B7 Em
I owe my soul to the company store
Em C B7
I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
Em C B7
I picked up my shovel and-a walked to the mine
Em Am
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
. C7 a cappella B7 Em
And the straw boss hollered, “Well-a, bless my soul”
* CHORUS *
Em C B7
Now when you see me comin’, better step aside
. Em C B7
A lotta men didn’t, and a lotta men died
Em Am
I got one fist of iron, the other of steel
. C7 a cappella B7 Em
If the right one don’t get ya, then the left one will.
* CHORUS *
I owe my soul to the company store
I owe my soul to the company store
I owe my soul to the company store
(6) MONKEY AND THE ENGINEER Jesse Fuller
Andy: Vocals Mike: Guitar & Bass Voss: Harp Chorus: Ellie, Doug Cram, Mike, Larry
“Performed in the past at Cyphers’ mine, this song is silly and fits well in a Stomp. Considering that the Cimarron and Northwestern
Railroad traveled up the Cimarron and Ponil canyons to support the logging industry, this song also fits well at Pueblano and perhaps
Philmont’s newest camp, Metcalf station.” - Andy
G C G
Once upon a time there was an engineer
G A D
Who drove a locomotive both far and near
. G C
Accompanied by a monkey who would sit on a stool
G A D G
A-watchin’ everything the engineer would do
One day the engineer wanted a bite to eat
He left the monkey sittin’ on the driver’s seat
The monkey pulled the throttle, the locomotive jumped the gun
And did ninety miles an hour down the main line run
* CHORUS *
G C G
A big locomotive, right on time
G A D
A big locomotive, comin’ down the line
G C
A big locomotive, number ninety-nine
G A D G
He left the engineer with a worried mind
The engineer called up the dispatcher on the phone
To tell him all about his locomotive was gone
Get on the wire, switch operator to write
‘Cause the monkey’s got the main line sewn up tight
Switch operator got the message in time
Said, “There’s a north bound livin’ on the same main line
Open up the switch, I’m gonna let him through the hole
‘Cause the monkey’s got the locomotive under control!”
* CHORUS *
* CHORUS *
He left the engineer with a worried mind
(7) OL’ SLEWFOOT Traditional
Chords from: http://www.geocities.com/philmontsongbook/pg002.html#slewfoot Tom Coffee’s ‘Philmont Songbook’ website.
Larry: Vocals Andy: Guitar Mike: Bass Voss: Harp Chorus: Doug Cram, Andy, Mike
“Originally about a pig-stealin’ bear. I first heard this song played at the Pueblano campfire in 1989 with Voss and my brother.
This is meant to be a silly song- no bears were harmed during the recording of this song.
On that note, please take bear precautions at Philmont seriously. A bear’s life depends on it.” - Dirty Larry
See “Get the BEAR Facts! ...Save a bears life!” click on link.
G
High on a mountain tell me what do you see?
G C G
Bear tracks, bear tracks, looking back at me.
G
Better find a Ranger, boys, before it’s too late.
. C G
Cause that bear’s got all our food and headin’ for the gate.
* CHORUS *
G D G
Well, he’s big around the middle and he’s broad across the rump.
G D G
Running ninety miles an hour taking thirty feet a jump.
. G
He ain’t never been caught; he ain’t never been treed.
. C G
Some folks say he’s a lot like me.
Freeze-dried pork chops, crackers and cheese,
We put ‘em in a bear bag and hung ‘em in a tree.
Looked in the trees and our rations were gone
Ole Slewfoot’s gone made himself at home.
* CHORUS *
Well, I got me a Ranger and I got me a gun.
We found ole Slewfoot and got him on the run.
Chased him up a holler and down a well,
We shot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell.
* CHORUS *
(8) GOLD MININ’ MAN Jim Mills
Larry: Vocals Mike: Guitar & Vocals Andy: Bass Tim: Mandolin Ellie: Fiddle
“If you ever worked at, or visited, a Philmont mining camp, you can feel the history surrounding you. This song is becoming a
regular around the campfires and stomps. It was originally scored to reflect mining life in Appalachia, but we think this song suitably
illustrates the toils of everyday life for a Rocky Mountain gold miner.” - Mike
Daylight or dark in rain or shine
It don't much matter down in the mine
Where the tunnel's deep Lord the air gets thin
That's the way of life for the minin' man
His lungs are weak his back is gone
His sixty years are plainly shown
Lived half his life down in the ground
A cold steel hammer rings a mournful sound
Daylight or dark in rain or shine...
It don't much matter down in the mine
Where the tunnel's deep Lord the air gets thin
That's the way of life for the minin' man
I'll tell you son he said to me
There's just two things I pray to see
That the day my Savior calls me home
And to see my son stop minin' gold
Oh daddy dear I'll tell you true
There's nothing else for me to do
But to make my livin' underneath this land
And live and die a gold minin' man
Daylight or dark in rain or shine
It don't much matter down in the mine
Where the tunnel's deep Lord the air gets thin
That's the way of life for the minin' man
I’ll make my livin' underneath this land
And die like you… a gold minin' man
(9) ORANGE BLOSSOM SPECIAL Ervin T. Rouse
On the Yarn Sessions CD this is an instrumental only, without any lyrics. The lyrics have been included for your convenience.
Ellie: Fiddle Andy: Guitar Mike: Banjo and Bass
“The actual orange blossom special was a passenger train that ran between Miami and New York.
We asked Ellie if she knew this song. She thought she might have heard it - once. She listened to it, practiced it a few times and then
recorded it the next day. That’s pretty cool.” - Dirty Larry & Andy
Well look a-yonder comin’
Comin’ on down the track
Well look a-yonder comin’
Comin’ on down the track
It’s the Orange Blossom Special
Bringin’ my baby back
Well talk about her ramblin’
She’s the fastest train on the line
Well talk about her travellin’
She’s the fastest train on the line
She’s the Orange Blossom Special
Rollin’ down the seaboard line
Well, I’m going down to Florida
Get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe California
Get some sand in my shoes
I’ll ride the Orange Blossom Special
And lose those New York blues
(10) DON’T PET THE DOG John Hadley
Andy: Vocals and Guitar Larry: Vocals Mike: Bass Voss: Harp
“This silly tune has been enjoyed around cabin porches for many years. For the record, we are not advising staff to play this at
campfires. Some folks just don’t find this song as funny as we do. They may even go as far as calling it gross and immature.
And they say it like that’s a bad thing. Anyhow, you’ve been warned.” - Dirty Larry & Andy
Here’s another song for all you ladies
Well, I’d much rather have a bug in my ear,
Then a porcupine stuck to my face.
Well, I’d much rather have a frog in my throat,
Than a dog makin’ love to my leg.
A girl asked you home to meet momma and daddy
She says she thinks you’re nice. Ya, right!
Well, there’s trouble ahead, you’ll wish you were dead
If you don’t take this friendly advice,
* CHORUS *
Don’t pet the dog
Don’t pet him whatever you do
‘Cause he ain’t been fixed, and he knows some tricks
That’ll sure make a fool out of you. Ya, you!
* CHORUS * second stanza
Don’t pet the dog
He gets you confused with romance
Just leave him alone, or the next thing you know
He’ll be askin’ your ankle to dance.
Well, you say it’s ok, try to push him away
You ask, “What’s his name? Does he sit up and beg?”
Well, you try to stay cool, but you look like a fool
With a dog makin’ love to your leg.
* CHORUS *
* CHORUS * second stanza
Everybody now
Don’t pet the dog.
(11) THE FLY THAT RODE TO CITO Rick Miller
(Adapted by Dirty Larry.) Larry: Vocals Mike: Guitar Ellie: Vocals
“Just a fun ditty. I was a backcountry manager my last year on staff a Philmont. That meant I spent a lot of time driving in a big
yellow truck all over the ranch. I think about that summer when I hear this song.
You know this song is fictional because a Ranger would never be riding in a truck through the backcountry ...right?” - Dirty Larry
Intro: Chords provided by Ben DiAnna
. Slide
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[G] Was a fly that rode to Cito, he got in at Bal[D]dy
[D] Flew around the cab, lookin’ for a place to land
And he landed on a Rangers [G] knee
[G] The Ranger took a swat, but air was all he got
That fly was too quick for [C] me
[C] Was a fly that rode to [G] Cito, he got [D] in at Bal[G]dy
He was rite plump, ‘cause that truck was such a dump
There was plenty for him to eat
Power Bar wrappers, and old snack crackers
And cream fries ‘tween the seats
He just flew around, the windows were down
He didn’t wana leave
Was a fly that rode to Cito, he got in at Baldy
[C] Shoo fly, shoo fly, won’t you catch on that [G] breeze?
[C] Shoo fly, shoo fly, stay off my brick of [D] cheese
. Get on out of here!
Shoo fly, shoo fly, won’t you catch on that breeze?
Shoo fly, shoo fly, lay off my brick of cheese
When I got back, around past Black
You could smell that Beaubien moo
It makes grass grow, that fly knows
Somethin’ in his blood
Thanks for the ride, but I’ll say good-bye
Its been a lovely trip
Now he’s flying around the Beaubien corral
Lookin’ for a pile of… Hooo!
Was a fly that rode to Cito, he got in at Baldy
Flew around the cab, lookin’ for a place to land
And he landed on a Rangers knee
The Ranger took a swat, but air was all he got
That fly was to quick for me
Was a fly that rode to Cito, he got in at Baldy
Fly that rode to Cito, he got in at Baldy
. Get goin’ now ye-hah!
(12) ICE CREAM MAN John Brim
Voss: Vocals & Harp
“One summer Voss and I arrived a few weeks early to Philmont to help set up all those tents in base camp. One day during lunch he
played Ice Cream Man. I’d forgotten all about it until we were kicking around the studio remembering the ol’ days. We recorded this
take about three minutes later.” - Dirty Larry
Well, summertime’s here babe, you need somethin’ to keep you cool
Well, now summertime’s here babe, you need somethin’ to keep you cool
Better look out now ‘cause Voss got somethin’ for you
I’m your ice cream man, baby stop me when I’m passin’ by
I’m your ice cream man, baby stop me when I’m passin’ by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy
Well, I’m usually passin’ by just about eleven o’clock
Never stop, I’m usually passin’ by, just around eleven o’clock
And if you let me cool you one time, you’ll be my regular stop
I got pink lemonade, Dixie cups
All flavors, and push ups too
I’m your ice cream man, baby, stop me when I’m passin’ by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy
I’m your ice cream man, baby stop me when I’m passin’ by
I’m your ice cream man, baby stop me when I’m passin’ by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to, …to, …to satisfy
(13) THE 5TH OF JULY Peter Bingen & Mike Griffis
Original instrumental music
Peter: Guitar Mike: Dobro
“This is an instrumental that brings to life the sights and feelings of the high desert plains on an early summer evening.
A little cowboy medicine for the achin’ head and heart.” - Peter
(14) AM I BORN TO DIE? Traditional
Iron John: Vocals & Old-Tyme Fiddle!
This tune goes back to the Civil War, capturing the hardships of a simple life in a simpler time. When Iron John played this tune
on the front porch of Rich Cabins, you were transported back to that simpler time. Close your eyes when you listen to this tune,
and you’ll know what I mean.” - Tim Collver
And am I born to die
To lay this body down
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown
As soon as from Earth I go
What will become of me
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my fortune be
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my fortune be
A land of the deepest shade
Un-pierced by human thought
The dreary region of the dead
Where all things are forgot
The dreary region of the dead
Where all things are forgot
(15) NEW MEXICO RAIN Michael Hearn
G.S. Harper: Vocals & Guitar.
Engineered and mixed by Rich Ellis at “The Bombshack” Parma, Ohio.
“I first heard ‘New Mexico Rain’ August 13th, 1987. I’d just completed my first trek, and a guy named Todd Conklin sang it at the
closing campfire. It was perfect. I couldn’t then imagine a better note to end my journey on, and all these years later, I still can’t.
I learned it as soon as I got home. When I was hired in 1991 for my first season on staff, it was my job to do the closing campfire
every night. I always played ‘New Mexico Rain’, and I’ve been playing it ever since. I’m really glad we I got to put this song on the
record. It means so much to me.” - G.S. Harper
Smoke cuts the light, in this honky-tonk barroom
Thinking, where I’d rather be
Maybe chasing senorita’s, down in old Mexico
Or standing at the edge of the sea
Well, if I had the money, I’m tellin’ ya honey
We’d be on that first plane to Spain
But as long as we’re here, the answer is clear
We’ll waltz, in the New Mexico rain.
* CHORUS *
New Mexico rain – Well it’s hot down in Texas
Rain – Well, and I call this my home
If I ain’t happy here, – Well, I ain’t happy nowhere
New Mexico rain – When my mind starts to roam.
Well, the lights of the city, keep callin’ my name
But you know, that I’ve been there before
It’s like a giant hotel on a long four-lane street
With a checkout time on the door.
If I had the money, I’d tell ya honey
We’d be, on the New Delhi train
But as long as we’re here, the answer is clear
We’ll waltz in the New Mexico rain.
* CHORUS *
I’ve been talkin’ all day, with this man from downtown.
He sure seems unhappy to me
He said that he’s going nowhere, goin’ there fast
And he envy’s the life that I lead
If I had the money, I’d promise ya honey
I’d keep him from goin’ insane
One things for sure, just ain’t no cure
Like a walk in the New Mexico rain.
* CHORUS *
If I ain’t happy here, – Well, I ain’t happy nowhere
New Mexico rain – When my mind starts to roam.
(16) POOR WAYFARING STRANGER Traditional
Ellie: Vocals & Viola Larry: Vocals Tim: Banjo Mike: Mandolin
“This is a traditional spiritual song and a personal favorite of mine. I love the tone of this song ...so sad yet hopeful.
Ellie sets up that tone beautifully with her Viola”. - Dirty Larry
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There is no sickness, nor toil, nor danger
In that fair land to which I go
I’m going home to see my Mother
I’m going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I know dark clouds will harbor ‘round me,
I know my pathway is rough and steep
But golden fields I have before me
Where weary eyes, no more will weep
I’m going home to see my Father
I’m going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I’ll soon be free of every trial
This form shall rest beneath the stars
I’ll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in that home with God
I’m going home to see my Savior
I’m going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
(17) HOW MOUNTAIN GIRLS CAN LOVE Ralph Stanley
Andy: Vocals & Guitar Tim: Mandolin Ellie: Fiddle Mike: Banjo, Bass & Chorus Larry: Chorus & Back Vocals
“The Philmont staff calls them “Phil-flings.” Whatever they’re called, many wonderful marriages have their roots at Philmont
(including two of the Donkeys).” - Andy
* CHORUS *
D A
Get at ‘em boys, go back home
E A
Back to the girl you love
D A
Treat her right, never wrong
E A
How mountain girls can love
A
Ridin’ at night in the high cold wind
E A
On the trail of the old lonesome pine
Thinking of you, and feelin’ so blue
E
Wondering why I left you behind
* CHORUS *
Remember the night when we strolled down the trail
Our hearts were gay and happy then.
You whispered to me as I held you close
I hope this night will never end.
* CHORUS *
* CHORUS *
(18) THE BALLAD OF WAGON WHEEL Bob Dylan & Ketch Secor
. Old Crow Medicine Show
(Written by Bob Dylan & Ketch Secor) Larry: Vocals & Guitar Ellie: Fiddle
“One day while the band made their daily pilgrimage to the Burrito Banquet, I stayed back and recorded this. Ellie put down the Fiddle
when they got back. This is my take on a fantastic song.” - Dirty Larry (P.S. Support your local Burrito Banquet)
Intro: G D Em C G D C C
A E
Heading down south to the land of the pines.
Fm D
Thumbing my way to North Caroline.
A E D
Staring up the road, pray to God I see headlights.
A E
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours,
Fm D
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers.
A E D C
And I’m a hopin’ for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight.
* CHORUS *
A E
Rock me momma like a wagon wheel,
Fm D
Rock me momma any way you feel.
A E D
Hey momma rock me.
A E
Rock me momma like the wind and rain,
Fm E
Rock me momma like a south bound train.
A E D
Hey momma rock me
G D
Running from the cold up in New England
Em C
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
G D C
Baby plays the guitar... I pick the banjo now
G D
Now the North Country winters keep gettin’ me now
Em C
Lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave
G D C
I ain’t turning back... To living that old life no more
* CHORUS * after first chorus the lyrics are:
So rock me mamma like… etc.
G D
Walkin’ to the south out of Roanoke
Em C
I caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke
G D
He’s a headin’ back from the Cumberland Gap
C
To Johnson City, Tennessee
G D
And I gotta’ keep a move on, before the sun
Em C
I hear my baby callin’ my name, she’s the only one
G D C
And if I die in Raleigh... at least I will die free
* CHORUS * after first chorus the lyrics are:
So rock me mamma like… etc.
Alternate tabs at:
www.cowboylyrics.com/tabs/old-crow-medicine-show/wagon-wheel-10282.html
www.tabcountry.com/song3483/Old-Crow-Medicine-Show-Wagon-Wheel
(19) THE HILLS THAT I CALL HOME Robert Curtice Amos & Iris Dement
Andy: Vocals & Guitar Ellie: harmony Vocals & Fiddle Mike: Bass
“Rangers have long been proclaiming that Philmont is HOmE. This song reminds campers and all staff that once you’ve hiked the
trails, smelled the pines, and heard the rustle of the aspen leaves while surrounded by the best people on Earth, there is no place better
to be than those “hills” in Northeastern New Mexico.” - Andy
. Chords provided by Ben DiAnna
Chords:
A, D, F#m, E
[A] I have worked upon a hillside
Where the [D] pines sing in the [A] wind
[A] Where the Ranchers lived before [F#m] me
And the [E] miners before [A] them.
[A] We believe in simple livin’
It’s the [D] only life to [A] know
[A] All we need here is our [F#m] freedom
And a [E] place to call our [A] own
* CHORUS *
In the [F#m] land of Lucian [A] Maxwell
Where the [E] quaking aspen [A] grow
[A] Where the wild grass fills the [F#m] meadows
And the [E] rocky rivers [F#m] flow
By the [E] hills that I call [A] home
I have traveled ‘cross the country
And there is much that I have learned
Still I’ve felt no peace inside me
Till the day that I return
For there are two things you can count on
In this troubled world we face
Every season has an ending
Every person has a place.
* CHORUS *
(20) GREAT HIGH MOUNTAIN Ralph Stanley
Larry: Vocal Ellie: Vocals & Fiddle Andy: Mandolin Mike: Banjo, Bass, Mandolin Solo, and Guitar
“Great High Mountain is a classic bluegrass song that fits Philmont perfectly on several layers. Thanks, Ellie for adding class to this
song. Mike played four instruments on this track. I don’t care what all the girls say about you Mike ...you’re all right.” - Dirty Larry
Once I stood at the foot of a great high mountain
That I wanted so much to climb
And on top of this mountain was a beautiful fountain
That flows with the waters of life
I fell down on my knees at the foot of this mountain
I cried, “O Lord what must I do?”
I want to climb this mountain, I want to drink from this fountain
That flows so clear in my view
Then I heard a sweet voice from the top of this mountain
Saying, “Child put your hand in mine”
I started climbing slowly, watch your step at the edges
And take one step at a time
I started climbing upward taking one step at a time
The higher I got, the harder I climbed
I’m still climbing upwards and my journey’s almost ended
I’m nearing the top and you ought to see the view
Oh the water flows freely, there’s enough to make you free
So friend if you’re thirsty climb this mountain with me
(21) AUGUST DAY Lyrics and music by G.S. Harper
Copyright 2007, ASCAP All rights reserved
Written & performed by G.S. Harper
Engineered and mixed by Rich at “The Bombshack” Parma, Ohio.
“August Day was nearly twenty years in the making. It took me that long to realistically discover, assess and articulate exactly what
Philmont did for me, and to me. The response has been overwhelming, seems lots of other folks are in the same boat. Here’s hoping
that at some point, the memories are no longer enough for us, and that we all find the ways and means to have one more high, clear,
August Day.” - G.S. Harper
Passed a little stone house on a hill today
Set back from the road a ways
And I remembered, that old cabin in the Sangres
Weren’t much to look at, it was
Even less to live in
But we were younger then,
Didn’t stop to count the money
Or the days
Wish I could have stayed on
Just one more summer
I’m getting older now it slips back
A little further every day
And I need one more drink from a mason jar
One more wish, on one more falling star
One more high, clear, August day
There were five lost souls in five stacked bunks
Living out of old Navy trunks
But by the fourth of July
We’d learned to live and work like brothers
Then I found love at Kit Carson’s bar
Kissed her ‘neath a billion stars
And by August,
All we wanted was each other
Wish we could have stayed on
Just one more summer,
I’m getting older now it slips back
A little further every day
And I need one more drink from a mason jar
One more wish, on one more falling star
One more high, clear, August day
Now my friends pass you by and they barely know you
But I can still see who you are
It’s hard to believe, we let ourselves just slip away
Even harder to believe we’ve come this far
But life’s different in the Sangres
Than it is down on the sidewalk
Where you sweat the money matters
And you speak instead of talk
And the damndest thing I’ve seen
Is us here speaking to each other
Instead of talking like we’re lovers
Though we still can walk the walk
Maybe we should go back
And steal one more summer
We’re getting older now
I’d hate to think it might somehow slip away
Cause I need one more drink from a mason jar
One more wish, on one more falling star
One more high, clear, August day
So what would you say to,
Drinking from a mason jar
I’ll kiss you ‘neath the same bright billion stars
We saw that high, clear, August day
*Note: there is 1 minute of silence at the end of this track to create a separation between the album
and the bonus tracks.
You may skip forward, stop or just enjoy the silence.
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. Bonus Tracks (On CD)
(22) I’VE BEEN EVERYWHERE (ala Philmont) Dirty Larry
(Written & Performed by Dirty Larry. Original version Written by Hank Snow)
“This song was a blast to come up with all the place names and a challenge to sing. It doesn’t fit the style of the rest of the album so
I decided to make it a bonus track. Have you been everywhere? Take the IBE Challenge to see if you have the bragging right to say
you’ve been everywhere,” - Dirty Larry.
This one I won’t be work on until Dirty Larry gives me the lyrics.
(I wouldn’t even attempt to decipher the lyrics myself.)
Thanks to some very welcome lyrics help from Chas. Clifton we now have a good start on the lyrics.
Chas. said, “I must have listened to this freaking song 100 times last night, and I still can not get all of the words right.
I am either going to hug or kick Dirty Larry next time I see him for all of this anguish. It's the best song of the
Yarn Sessions CD in my opinion. Listen to the CD, and follow the words I've written."
. Red words are guesses, or unknowns
. THANKS Charles, for your help …and the anguish! – paf56
Kudos and congratulations to Dirty Larry on getting this one to have the same sound, feel and flavor as the original version. Given the
fact that in the entire United States there are so MANY more large cities and place names that the original author could work with,
then there are Philmont Camps, land features and place names around Philmont Scout Ranch in which Dirty Larry could choose and
pick from. – David paf56
. Lyrics help by Chas. Clifton
I was totin’ my pack along the dusty Comanche contour road, country?
When along came a comm truck with a high canvas covered load,
“If your going to Cypher’s mine, with me you can hide”. ride?
And so I climbed into the cabin, and I settled down inside,
He asked me if I’d seen a road with so much dust and sand,
I said, “Listen Bud… I’ve traveled every road in this here land!” (should have been ranch, not land)
. I’ve been everywhere man, I’ve been everywhere man, across the base camp bare man,
. I’m breathing mountain air man, travel had my share man, I’ve been everywhere. I’ve breathed the?
Hogmill, Sawmill, Maxwell, Rayado,
Anasazi, Commanche, Porky, Pueblano,
Clark’s Fork, North Fork, Middle Fork, Cito,
Hunting Lodge, Health Lodge, Sweat Lodge, Zastrow,
Vaca, Urraca, Abreu, Aguilla,
Bobby Doll, Dining Hall, toured the Villa. &nbs
From the Tobasco Donkeys website:
You can order the “Yarn Sessions” CD from the
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Your purchase is safe with PayPal. Free shipping for domestic
orders! We will ship you your CD(s) with normal USPS which
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We may be selling other items soon...
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. with free shipping.
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The song lyrics on this page are from the CD issued at Philmont,
also be sold by the “Tooth of Time Traders”.
The lyrics are: “As-sung on the CD’s”.
Send lyrics corrections, additions, or comments to:
Lyrics Editor/Proofreader: David Lagesse, (pineapplefish56)
Project PhilSongs 2003 - 2008
Tobasco Donkeys - The Yarn Sessions CD, Version 2.0
. The Tobasco Donkeys are:
Dirty Larry, Andy Gerhart, Mike Griffis, Peter Bingen, Eric Voss
. With some additional new talent!
Rod Taylor, Ellie Nickens, Tim Collver, Iron John, Greg (G.S.) Harper, Heath Shelton and Doug Cram.
Eric Voss made it out and lay down some sweet harmonica tracks and recorded a blues song or 2.
Greg Harper- who is an amazing songwriter/performer has a couple of songs recorded for the album.
. From: www.tobascodonkeys.com Visit the Tobasco Donkeys own website!
. You will find the latest updates there!
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
We have lost contact with our ol’ friend, Ron Power.
We consider him a core Donkey member - but... we can’t find him.
If you know of the whereabouts of this man, shoot us an email. We miss him.
-Dirty Larry
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. The Tobasco Donkeys
. 'The Yarn Sessions' 2008
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For the past nine years people have asked if we would make another album. The reply was always, “Probably Not.”
How could we? We were all living in different parts of the country; some of us were married, had kids, and working at
least half respectable jobs. The Tobasco Donkeys was a beautiful memory. Just something we did for fun. We never
imagined many people aside from our friends and family would even listen to Sawin' on the Strings.
In 2006, we returned to Philmont for the first time in years as part of a PSA trek. We were inspired by how amazingly
talented and personable the staff at Philmont still is. We were touched by how many people had been listening to our
music and knew the words by heart. And we here seduced once again by Philmont’s beauty and history. While hiking
along the trails we talked about all the songs we wished he had put on the last album. After the Cyphers’ Stomp we
stepped out of the back of Charlie's cabin and agreed to make another album and started to make plans right away.
We all agreed it was important that me involve current staff and bring back some of our ol’ friends.
In the summer of 2007 we came to Cimarron for one week to record in the Cimarron yarn shop. Thanks to the enormous
talents of current staff members, Tim Collver, Ellie Nickens, Iron John, and Rod Taylor we had a full band. All told we
recorded 30 songs for this album- 23 of which are included on this CD. The unpublished songs are available for free
download at www.tobascodonkeys.com
Thanks to all of the Philmont staff and TD fans for being supportive and allowing us to spend time making music with our
closest friends- both old and new. We hope this album makes you smile and helps you feel closer to Philmont when you’
re far away. Hope to see you soon.
. -Dirty Larry, Andy Gerhart and Mike Griffis
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(1) PIG IN A PEN Traditional
Andy: Vocals & Guitar Mike: Banjo & Bass Ellie: Fiddle Tim: Mandolin Voss: Harp
Chorus: Mike, Voss, Doug Cram, Larry, Peter
“A fun tune that has nothing to do with anything, but applies well at Rich Cabins. This is one of the songs that inspired a second
Tobasco Donkeys album, because we wished we had included it on our first album and sang it throughout our PSA trek in 2006. It
sounds a lot like ‘Sawin’ on the Strings’ so we figured it would be a good start to this album.” - Andy
* CHORUS *
I got a pig, home in a pen
Corn to feed him on
All I need is a pretty little girl
To feed him when I’m gone
Goin’ on a mountain
Sow a little cane
Raise a barrel of sorghum
Sweet little Liza Jane
Yonder comes that gal of mine
How do you think I know
I know her by that gingham gown
Hanging down so low
* CHORUS *
Dark clouds are rising
Surely sign of rain
Get your grey bonnet on
Sweet little Liza Jane
Bake ‘em biscuits, baby
Bake ‘em good and brown
When you get them biscuits baked
We’re Alabama bound
* CHORUS *
When she sees me comin’
Wrings her hands an cries
Yonder comes the sweetest boy
That ever lived or died
Now she sees me leaving
Wrings her hands an cries
Yonder goes the meanest boy
That ever lived or died
* CHORUS *
* CHORUS *
(2) SALTY DOG Lester Flatt & Earl Scruggs
(Traditional) Mike: Vocals, Banjo, Bass Andy: Guitar & Chorus Ellie: Fiddle Tim: Mandolin
“This has been a favorite of Andy’s and mine for years. I honestly didn’t think about playing it at Philmont until I heard it at the ‘06
Crater Lake campfire. It’s a great tune to hum in your head while you’re struggling your way up the North Fork Uracca to Black
Mountain Camp.” - Mike
[G] Standin’ on the corner with the low down blues
[A] Great big hole in the bottom of my shoes
[D] Honey let me be your Salty Dog.
* CHORUS *
[G] Let me be your [E] Salty Dog
Or [A] I won’t be your man at all
[D] Honey let me be your Salty Dog.
[G] Look-it here Sal, well I know you
[A] Run down stockin’ and a worn out shoe
[D] Honey let me be your Salty Dog.
* CHORUS *
[G] Down in the wildwood sitting on a log
[A] Finger on the trigger and eye on the hog
[D] Honey let me be your Salty Dog.
* CHORUS *
[G] Pulled the trigger and the gun set go
[A] Shot fell over in Mexico
[D] Honey let me be you Salty Dog.
* CHORUS *
* CHORUS *
(3) THE MOUNTAIN Steve Earle, from “The Mountain”
Larry: Vocals Andy: Guitar Mike: Dobro & Bass Ellie: Viola & Fiddle Tim: Mandolin Peter: Chorus
“Along with the classic song ‘Paradise’, this song brings the images and passion of the mining lifestyle. When listening to this song,
you can imagine that Charlie Cyphers, French Henry, or scores of other Cimarron country miners are singing.” - Andy
D Bm
I was born on this mountain a long time ago
D Em G Bm
Before they knocked down the timber and strip-mined the coal
D Bm
When you rose in the mornin’ before it was light
. D Em G Bm A
Goin’ down in that dark hole, come back up at night
* CHORUS *
. D Bm
I was born on this mountain, this mountain’s my home
D Em G A
And she holds me and keeps me from worry and woe
. D Bm
Well, they took everything that she gave, now they’re gone
. D Em G D
But I’ll die on this mountain, this mountain’s my home
D Bm
I was young on this mountain, now I am old
. D Em G Bm
And I knew every holler, every cool swimmin’ hole
D Bm
One night I lay down and woke up to find
. D Em G Bm A
That my childhood was over, went down in the mine
* CHORUS *
D Bm
There’s a hole in this mountain, it’s dark and it’s deep
. D Em G Bm
And God only knows all the secrets it keeps
. D Bm
There’s a chill in the air only miners can feel
. D Em G Bm A
There’s a ghost in the tunnels, that the company sealed
* CHORUS *
. (There is a lyrics change on final line of the chorus)
. D Em G D
Well I’ll die on this mountain, this mountain’s my home
(4) TOOTH OF TIME (Been Chewin’ On Me) Peter Bingen
Peter Bingen: Vocals and Guitar Mike: Solo Guitar Chorus and shout outs: Larry, Voss, Mike
“This song is free-wheelin’ wing-dang-doodle of a tune about the joys and pain of life in the mountains of Colfax County. Past and
present sure do live side by side at Philmont. If you’re stuck in the woods, this is a good one to have stuck in your head.” - Peter
Capo on 3rd Fret Lyrics help and chording provided by Ben DiAnna
The chord forms with the capo will look like:
C, E, F, G
. C
Well I was on my way to Santa Fe back in 1883
F
Really had to go, so I stepped behind a tree
C E F C
The sky was clear, and so was my pee
C G C
And when I came back out, they’d all left me
Who left ya?
Hold on, I’ll get to that!
C
The wagon train had done left and gone
F
So I stumbled through the brush ‘til I came to Cimarron
C E F C
There was an ol’ man underneath the cottonwood tree
. C G C
Said, “Watch out son, don’t get like me”
* CHORUS *
. C
He said, “The Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me”
F
The Tooth of Time been chewin’ on me
C E F C
I’ve been here 30 years, now I just can’t leave
C G C
Cause the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me
I said, “The Tooth of Time, old timer, what’s that?”
He looked over yonder and he tipped his hat
It’s that igneous intrusion of dacite porphyry
It’s that molar in the sky, that just won’t let you be
Well I looked through my pockets and I didn’t have a dime
‘Til I ran into a feller from the French Henry mine
Handed me a bucket and he handed me a spade
He said, “One’s for the muck, and the others for your grave”
* CHORUS * variation one
That’s when the Tooth of Time started chewin’ on me”
The Tooth of Time started chewin’ on me
Eight long months of hard work and hard luck
Yeah, I lost two fingers, but I made twenty bucks
Ten bucks a finger? Not bad!
Well the poker games down at the James was a rout
Ol’ B.J. Ketchum done wiped my twenty bucks out
Sent me packin’ back into the hills
If the outlaws don’t get’ya then the lightning will
Never play cards with a guy named Black Jack!
Well I hiked ‘til I fell down, and then I fell asleep
Forgot about the jerky in my back pocket of my seat
A black bear found it, around half past three
Now I’m known as the man with just one cheek
* CHORUS * variation two
Yes sir, the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me”
The Tooth of Time been chewin’ on me
Now I fall over sideways, every time I take a seat
Cause the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me
[Breakdown]
Well I finally made it deep into the hills
An’ I started cuttin’ ties for the Continental Mill
Swingin’ that ax and haulin’ that line
Found my soul, but I lost my mind
There’s nothing like a day in the woods
Workin’ the way an honest man should
At night with all the stars in the sky
The Milky Way’ll make a grown man cry
* CHORUS * variation three
I think, the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me”
The Tooth of Time been chewin’ on me
Fiddles and a campfire are all I need (Vittles?)
Cause the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me
Well I think I’ll probably be out here, until I’m dead
And I remember back on what that old timer said
I ain’t that smart, but this I know
The Tooth of Time is a damn good way to go
And you may come and you may leave
But ‘round February she’ll be in your dreams
A great big mountain and the sky so blue
Yeah, the Tooth of Time’ll have its teeth in you
* CHORUS * variation four
Alright, the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me”
The Tooth of Time been chewin’ on me
I’m smelly and I’m dirty and it’s plain to see
That the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me
* CHORUS * variation five
One more, the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me”
The Tooth of Time been chewin’ on me
I hike so much, I got stumps for feet
Yeah, the Tooth of Times’ been chewin’ on me
Chewin’ on me
Chewin’ on me
(5) SIXTEEN TONS Merle Travis
http://www.chordie.com/chord.pere/www.roughstock.com/cowpie/songs/plaintext.html/f/ford_tennessee_ernie/sixteen_tons-crd.html
. This website has the ability to transpose chords for various instruments.
Larry: Vocals & Guitar Mike: Bass Voss: Harp Andy: Back Vocals
“This had been a standard at Cyphers’ mine while we worked out there. We played it all the time.
This version is a different take than what you may be used to. We were beginning to get, ‘studio happy’ and it felt good to just hit
record and improvise and have fun.” - Dirty Larry
Em a cappella
Now some people say a man is made outta mud
Em C B7
A poor man’s made outta muscle and blood
Em Am
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
. C7 a cappella B7 Em
With a mind that’s weak and a back that’s strong
* CHORUS *
. Em C B7
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Em C B7
Another day older and deeper in debt
. Em Am
Saint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go
. C7 a cappella B7 Em
I owe my soul to the company store
Em C B7
I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
Em C B7
I picked up my shovel and-a walked to the mine
Em Am
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
. C7 a cappella B7 Em
And the straw boss hollered, “Well-a, bless my soul”
* CHORUS *
Em C B7
Now when you see me comin’, better step aside
. Em C B7
A lotta men didn’t, and a lotta men died
Em Am
I got one fist of iron, the other of steel
. C7 a cappella B7 Em
If the right one don’t get ya, then the left one will.
* CHORUS *
I owe my soul to the company store
I owe my soul to the company store
I owe my soul to the company store
(6) MONKEY AND THE ENGINEER Jesse Fuller
Andy: Vocals Mike: Guitar & Bass Voss: Harp Chorus: Ellie, Doug Cram, Mike, Larry
“Performed in the past at Cyphers’ mine, this song is silly and fits well in a Stomp. Considering that the Cimarron and Northwestern
Railroad traveled up the Cimarron and Ponil canyons to support the logging industry, this song also fits well at Pueblano and perhaps
Philmont’s newest camp, Metcalf station.” - Andy
G C G
Once upon a time there was an engineer
G A D
Who drove a locomotive both far and near
. G C
Accompanied by a monkey who would sit on a stool
G A D G
A-watchin’ everything the engineer would do
One day the engineer wanted a bite to eat
He left the monkey sittin’ on the driver’s seat
The monkey pulled the throttle, the locomotive jumped the gun
And did ninety miles an hour down the main line run
* CHORUS *
G C G
A big locomotive, right on time
G A D
A big locomotive, comin’ down the line
G C
A big locomotive, number ninety-nine
G A D G
He left the engineer with a worried mind
The engineer called up the dispatcher on the phone
To tell him all about his locomotive was gone
Get on the wire, switch operator to write
‘Cause the monkey’s got the main line sewn up tight
Switch operator got the message in time
Said, “There’s a north bound livin’ on the same main line
Open up the switch, I’m gonna let him through the hole
‘Cause the monkey’s got the locomotive under control!”
* CHORUS *
* CHORUS *
He left the engineer with a worried mind
(7) OL’ SLEWFOOT Traditional
Chords from: http://www.geocities.com/philmontsongbook/pg002.html#slewfoot Tom Coffee’s ‘Philmont Songbook’ website.
Larry: Vocals Andy: Guitar Mike: Bass Voss: Harp Chorus: Doug Cram, Andy, Mike
“Originally about a pig-stealin’ bear. I first heard this song played at the Pueblano campfire in 1989 with Voss and my brother.
This is meant to be a silly song- no bears were harmed during the recording of this song.
On that note, please take bear precautions at Philmont seriously. A bear’s life depends on it.” - Dirty Larry
See “Get the BEAR Facts! ...Save a bears life!” click on link.
G
High on a mountain tell me what do you see?
G C G
Bear tracks, bear tracks, looking back at me.
G
Better find a Ranger, boys, before it’s too late.
. C G
Cause that bear’s got all our food and headin’ for the gate.
* CHORUS *
G D G
Well, he’s big around the middle and he’s broad across the rump.
G D G
Running ninety miles an hour taking thirty feet a jump.
. G
He ain’t never been caught; he ain’t never been treed.
. C G
Some folks say he’s a lot like me.
Freeze-dried pork chops, crackers and cheese,
We put ‘em in a bear bag and hung ‘em in a tree.
Looked in the trees and our rations were gone
Ole Slewfoot’s gone made himself at home.
* CHORUS *
Well, I got me a Ranger and I got me a gun.
We found ole Slewfoot and got him on the run.
Chased him up a holler and down a well,
We shot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell.
* CHORUS *
(8) GOLD MININ’ MAN Jim Mills
Larry: Vocals Mike: Guitar & Vocals Andy: Bass Tim: Mandolin Ellie: Fiddle
“If you ever worked at, or visited, a Philmont mining camp, you can feel the history surrounding you. This song is becoming a
regular around the campfires and stomps. It was originally scored to reflect mining life in Appalachia, but we think this song suitably
illustrates the toils of everyday life for a Rocky Mountain gold miner.” - Mike
Daylight or dark in rain or shine
It don't much matter down in the mine
Where the tunnel's deep Lord the air gets thin
That's the way of life for the minin' man
His lungs are weak his back is gone
His sixty years are plainly shown
Lived half his life down in the ground
A cold steel hammer rings a mournful sound
Daylight or dark in rain or shine...
It don't much matter down in the mine
Where the tunnel's deep Lord the air gets thin
That's the way of life for the minin' man
I'll tell you son he said to me
There's just two things I pray to see
That the day my Savior calls me home
And to see my son stop minin' gold
Oh daddy dear I'll tell you true
There's nothing else for me to do
But to make my livin' underneath this land
And live and die a gold minin' man
Daylight or dark in rain or shine
It don't much matter down in the mine
Where the tunnel's deep Lord the air gets thin
That's the way of life for the minin' man
I’ll make my livin' underneath this land
And die like you… a gold minin' man
(9) ORANGE BLOSSOM SPECIAL Ervin T. Rouse
On the Yarn Sessions CD this is an instrumental only, without any lyrics. The lyrics have been included for your convenience.
Ellie: Fiddle Andy: Guitar Mike: Banjo and Bass
“The actual orange blossom special was a passenger train that ran between Miami and New York.
We asked Ellie if she knew this song. She thought she might have heard it - once. She listened to it, practiced it a few times and then
recorded it the next day. That’s pretty cool.” - Dirty Larry & Andy
Well look a-yonder comin’
Comin’ on down the track
Well look a-yonder comin’
Comin’ on down the track
It’s the Orange Blossom Special
Bringin’ my baby back
Well talk about her ramblin’
She’s the fastest train on the line
Well talk about her travellin’
She’s the fastest train on the line
She’s the Orange Blossom Special
Rollin’ down the seaboard line
Well, I’m going down to Florida
Get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe California
Get some sand in my shoes
I’ll ride the Orange Blossom Special
And lose those New York blues
(10) DON’T PET THE DOG John Hadley
Andy: Vocals and Guitar Larry: Vocals Mike: Bass Voss: Harp
“This silly tune has been enjoyed around cabin porches for many years. For the record, we are not advising staff to play this at
campfires. Some folks just don’t find this song as funny as we do. They may even go as far as calling it gross and immature.
And they say it like that’s a bad thing. Anyhow, you’ve been warned.” - Dirty Larry & Andy
Here’s another song for all you ladies
Well, I’d much rather have a bug in my ear,
Then a porcupine stuck to my face.
Well, I’d much rather have a frog in my throat,
Than a dog makin’ love to my leg.
A girl asked you home to meet momma and daddy
She says she thinks you’re nice. Ya, right!
Well, there’s trouble ahead, you’ll wish you were dead
If you don’t take this friendly advice,
* CHORUS *
Don’t pet the dog
Don’t pet him whatever you do
‘Cause he ain’t been fixed, and he knows some tricks
That’ll sure make a fool out of you. Ya, you!
* CHORUS * second stanza
Don’t pet the dog
He gets you confused with romance
Just leave him alone, or the next thing you know
He’ll be askin’ your ankle to dance.
Well, you say it’s ok, try to push him away
You ask, “What’s his name? Does he sit up and beg?”
Well, you try to stay cool, but you look like a fool
With a dog makin’ love to your leg.
* CHORUS *
* CHORUS * second stanza
Everybody now
Don’t pet the dog.
(11) THE FLY THAT RODE TO CITO Rick Miller
(Adapted by Dirty Larry.) Larry: Vocals Mike: Guitar Ellie: Vocals
“Just a fun ditty. I was a backcountry manager my last year on staff a Philmont. That meant I spent a lot of time driving in a big
yellow truck all over the ranch. I think about that summer when I hear this song.
You know this song is fictional because a Ranger would never be riding in a truck through the backcountry ...right?” - Dirty Larry
Intro: Chords provided by Ben DiAnna
. Slide
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[G] Was a fly that rode to Cito, he got in at Bal[D]dy
[D] Flew around the cab, lookin’ for a place to land
And he landed on a Rangers [G] knee
[G] The Ranger took a swat, but air was all he got
That fly was too quick for [C] me
[C] Was a fly that rode to [G] Cito, he got [D] in at Bal[G]dy
He was rite plump, ‘cause that truck was such a dump
There was plenty for him to eat
Power Bar wrappers, and old snack crackers
And cream fries ‘tween the seats
He just flew around, the windows were down
He didn’t wana leave
Was a fly that rode to Cito, he got in at Baldy
[C] Shoo fly, shoo fly, won’t you catch on that [G] breeze?
[C] Shoo fly, shoo fly, stay off my brick of [D] cheese
. Get on out of here!
Shoo fly, shoo fly, won’t you catch on that breeze?
Shoo fly, shoo fly, lay off my brick of cheese
When I got back, around past Black
You could smell that Beaubien moo
It makes grass grow, that fly knows
Somethin’ in his blood
Thanks for the ride, but I’ll say good-bye
Its been a lovely trip
Now he’s flying around the Beaubien corral
Lookin’ for a pile of… Hooo!
Was a fly that rode to Cito, he got in at Baldy
Flew around the cab, lookin’ for a place to land
And he landed on a Rangers knee
The Ranger took a swat, but air was all he got
That fly was to quick for me
Was a fly that rode to Cito, he got in at Baldy
Fly that rode to Cito, he got in at Baldy
. Get goin’ now ye-hah!
(12) ICE CREAM MAN John Brim
Voss: Vocals & Harp
“One summer Voss and I arrived a few weeks early to Philmont to help set up all those tents in base camp. One day during lunch he
played Ice Cream Man. I’d forgotten all about it until we were kicking around the studio remembering the ol’ days. We recorded this
take about three minutes later.” - Dirty Larry
Well, summertime’s here babe, you need somethin’ to keep you cool
Well, now summertime’s here babe, you need somethin’ to keep you cool
Better look out now ‘cause Voss got somethin’ for you
I’m your ice cream man, baby stop me when I’m passin’ by
I’m your ice cream man, baby stop me when I’m passin’ by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy
Well, I’m usually passin’ by just about eleven o’clock
Never stop, I’m usually passin’ by, just around eleven o’clock
And if you let me cool you one time, you’ll be my regular stop
I got pink lemonade, Dixie cups
All flavors, and push ups too
I’m your ice cream man, baby, stop me when I’m passin’ by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy
I’m your ice cream man, baby stop me when I’m passin’ by
I’m your ice cream man, baby stop me when I’m passin’ by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to, …to, …to satisfy
(13) THE 5TH OF JULY Peter Bingen & Mike Griffis
Original instrumental music
Peter: Guitar Mike: Dobro
“This is an instrumental that brings to life the sights and feelings of the high desert plains on an early summer evening.
A little cowboy medicine for the achin’ head and heart.” - Peter
(14) AM I BORN TO DIE? Traditional
Iron John: Vocals & Old-Tyme Fiddle!
This tune goes back to the Civil War, capturing the hardships of a simple life in a simpler time. When Iron John played this tune
on the front porch of Rich Cabins, you were transported back to that simpler time. Close your eyes when you listen to this tune,
and you’ll know what I mean.” - Tim Collver
And am I born to die
To lay this body down
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown
As soon as from Earth I go
What will become of me
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my fortune be
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my fortune be
A land of the deepest shade
Un-pierced by human thought
The dreary region of the dead
Where all things are forgot
The dreary region of the dead
Where all things are forgot
(15) NEW MEXICO RAIN Michael Hearn
G.S. Harper: Vocals & Guitar.
Engineered and mixed by Rich Ellis at “The Bombshack” Parma, Ohio.
“I first heard ‘New Mexico Rain’ August 13th, 1987. I’d just completed my first trek, and a guy named Todd Conklin sang it at the
closing campfire. It was perfect. I couldn’t then imagine a better note to end my journey on, and all these years later, I still can’t.
I learned it as soon as I got home. When I was hired in 1991 for my first season on staff, it was my job to do the closing campfire
every night. I always played ‘New Mexico Rain’, and I’ve been playing it ever since. I’m really glad we I got to put this song on the
record. It means so much to me.” - G.S. Harper
Smoke cuts the light, in this honky-tonk barroom
Thinking, where I’d rather be
Maybe chasing senorita’s, down in old Mexico
Or standing at the edge of the sea
Well, if I had the money, I’m tellin’ ya honey
We’d be on that first plane to Spain
But as long as we’re here, the answer is clear
We’ll waltz, in the New Mexico rain.
* CHORUS *
New Mexico rain – Well it’s hot down in Texas
Rain – Well, and I call this my home
If I ain’t happy here, – Well, I ain’t happy nowhere
New Mexico rain – When my mind starts to roam.
Well, the lights of the city, keep callin’ my name
But you know, that I’ve been there before
It’s like a giant hotel on a long four-lane street
With a checkout time on the door.
If I had the money, I’d tell ya honey
We’d be, on the New Delhi train
But as long as we’re here, the answer is clear
We’ll waltz in the New Mexico rain.
* CHORUS *
I’ve been talkin’ all day, with this man from downtown.
He sure seems unhappy to me
He said that he’s going nowhere, goin’ there fast
And he envy’s the life that I lead
If I had the money, I’d promise ya honey
I’d keep him from goin’ insane
One things for sure, just ain’t no cure
Like a walk in the New Mexico rain.
* CHORUS *
If I ain’t happy here, – Well, I ain’t happy nowhere
New Mexico rain – When my mind starts to roam.
(16) POOR WAYFARING STRANGER Traditional
Ellie: Vocals & Viola Larry: Vocals Tim: Banjo Mike: Mandolin
“This is a traditional spiritual song and a personal favorite of mine. I love the tone of this song ...so sad yet hopeful.
Ellie sets up that tone beautifully with her Viola”. - Dirty Larry
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There is no sickness, nor toil, nor danger
In that fair land to which I go
I’m going home to see my Mother
I’m going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I know dark clouds will harbor ‘round me,
I know my pathway is rough and steep
But golden fields I have before me
Where weary eyes, no more will weep
I’m going home to see my Father
I’m going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I’ll soon be free of every trial
This form shall rest beneath the stars
I’ll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in that home with God
I’m going home to see my Savior
I’m going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
(17) HOW MOUNTAIN GIRLS CAN LOVE Ralph Stanley
Andy: Vocals & Guitar Tim: Mandolin Ellie: Fiddle Mike: Banjo, Bass & Chorus Larry: Chorus & Back Vocals
“The Philmont staff calls them “Phil-flings.” Whatever they’re called, many wonderful marriages have their roots at Philmont
(including two of the Donkeys).” - Andy
* CHORUS *
D A
Get at ‘em boys, go back home
E A
Back to the girl you love
D A
Treat her right, never wrong
E A
How mountain girls can love
A
Ridin’ at night in the high cold wind
E A
On the trail of the old lonesome pine
Thinking of you, and feelin’ so blue
E
Wondering why I left you behind
* CHORUS *
Remember the night when we strolled down the trail
Our hearts were gay and happy then.
You whispered to me as I held you close
I hope this night will never end.
* CHORUS *
* CHORUS *
(18) THE BALLAD OF WAGON WHEEL Bob Dylan & Ketch Secor
. Old Crow Medicine Show
(Written by Bob Dylan & Ketch Secor) Larry: Vocals & Guitar Ellie: Fiddle
“One day while the band made their daily pilgrimage to the Burrito Banquet, I stayed back and recorded this. Ellie put down the Fiddle
when they got back. This is my take on a fantastic song.” - Dirty Larry (P.S. Support your local Burrito Banquet)
Intro: G D Em C G D C C
A E
Heading down south to the land of the pines.
Fm D
Thumbing my way to North Caroline.
A E D
Staring up the road, pray to God I see headlights.
A E
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours,
Fm D
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers.
A E D C
And I’m a hopin’ for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight.
* CHORUS *
A E
Rock me momma like a wagon wheel,
Fm D
Rock me momma any way you feel.
A E D
Hey momma rock me.
A E
Rock me momma like the wind and rain,
Fm E
Rock me momma like a south bound train.
A E D
Hey momma rock me
G D
Running from the cold up in New England
Em C
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
G D C
Baby plays the guitar... I pick the banjo now
G D
Now the North Country winters keep gettin’ me now
Em C
Lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave
G D C
I ain’t turning back... To living that old life no more
* CHORUS * after first chorus the lyrics are:
So rock me mamma like… etc.
G D
Walkin’ to the south out of Roanoke
Em C
I caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke
G D
He’s a headin’ back from the Cumberland Gap
C
To Johnson City, Tennessee
G D
And I gotta’ keep a move on, before the sun
Em C
I hear my baby callin’ my name, she’s the only one
G D C
And if I die in Raleigh... at least I will die free
* CHORUS * after first chorus the lyrics are:
So rock me mamma like… etc.
Alternate tabs at:
www.cowboylyrics.com/tabs/old-crow-medicine-show/wagon-wheel-10282.html
www.tabcountry.com/song3483/Old-Crow-Medicine-Show-Wagon-Wheel
(19) THE HILLS THAT I CALL HOME Robert Curtice Amos & Iris Dement
Andy: Vocals & Guitar Ellie: harmony Vocals & Fiddle Mike: Bass
“Rangers have long been proclaiming that Philmont is HOmE. This song reminds campers and all staff that once you’ve hiked the
trails, smelled the pines, and heard the rustle of the aspen leaves while surrounded by the best people on Earth, there is no place better
to be than those “hills” in Northeastern New Mexico.” - Andy
. Chords provided by Ben DiAnna
Chords:
A, D, F#m, E
[A] I have worked upon a hillside
Where the [D] pines sing in the [A] wind
[A] Where the Ranchers lived before [F#m] me
And the [E] miners before [A] them.
[A] We believe in simple livin’
It’s the [D] only life to [A] know
[A] All we need here is our [F#m] freedom
And a [E] place to call our [A] own
* CHORUS *
In the [F#m] land of Lucian [A] Maxwell
Where the [E] quaking aspen [A] grow
[A] Where the wild grass fills the [F#m] meadows
And the [E] rocky rivers [F#m] flow
By the [E] hills that I call [A] home
I have traveled ‘cross the country
And there is much that I have learned
Still I’ve felt no peace inside me
Till the day that I return
For there are two things you can count on
In this troubled world we face
Every season has an ending
Every person has a place.
* CHORUS *
(20) GREAT HIGH MOUNTAIN Ralph Stanley
Larry: Vocal Ellie: Vocals & Fiddle Andy: Mandolin Mike: Banjo, Bass, Mandolin Solo, and Guitar
“Great High Mountain is a classic bluegrass song that fits Philmont perfectly on several layers. Thanks, Ellie for adding class to this
song. Mike played four instruments on this track. I don’t care what all the girls say about you Mike ...you’re all right.” - Dirty Larry
Once I stood at the foot of a great high mountain
That I wanted so much to climb
And on top of this mountain was a beautiful fountain
That flows with the waters of life
I fell down on my knees at the foot of this mountain
I cried, “O Lord what must I do?”
I want to climb this mountain, I want to drink from this fountain
That flows so clear in my view
Then I heard a sweet voice from the top of this mountain
Saying, “Child put your hand in mine”
I started climbing slowly, watch your step at the edges
And take one step at a time
I started climbing upward taking one step at a time
The higher I got, the harder I climbed
I’m still climbing upwards and my journey’s almost ended
I’m nearing the top and you ought to see the view
Oh the water flows freely, there’s enough to make you free
So friend if you’re thirsty climb this mountain with me
(21) AUGUST DAY Lyrics and music by G.S. Harper
Copyright 2007, ASCAP All rights reserved
Written & performed by G.S. Harper
Engineered and mixed by Rich at “The Bombshack” Parma, Ohio.
“August Day was nearly twenty years in the making. It took me that long to realistically discover, assess and articulate exactly what
Philmont did for me, and to me. The response has been overwhelming, seems lots of other folks are in the same boat. Here’s hoping
that at some point, the memories are no longer enough for us, and that we all find the ways and means to have one more high, clear,
August Day.” - G.S. Harper
Passed a little stone house on a hill today
Set back from the road a ways
And I remembered, that old cabin in the Sangres
Weren’t much to look at, it was
Even less to live in
But we were younger then,
Didn’t stop to count the money
Or the days
Wish I could have stayed on
Just one more summer
I’m getting older now it slips back
A little further every day
And I need one more drink from a mason jar
One more wish, on one more falling star
One more high, clear, August day
There were five lost souls in five stacked bunks
Living out of old Navy trunks
But by the fourth of July
We’d learned to live and work like brothers
Then I found love at Kit Carson’s bar
Kissed her ‘neath a billion stars
And by August,
All we wanted was each other
Wish we could have stayed on
Just one more summer,
I’m getting older now it slips back
A little further every day
And I need one more drink from a mason jar
One more wish, on one more falling star
One more high, clear, August day
Now my friends pass you by and they barely know you
But I can still see who you are
It’s hard to believe, we let ourselves just slip away
Even harder to believe we’ve come this far
But life’s different in the Sangres
Than it is down on the sidewalk
Where you sweat the money matters
And you speak instead of talk
And the damndest thing I’ve seen
Is us here speaking to each other
Instead of talking like we’re lovers
Though we still can walk the walk
Maybe we should go back
And steal one more summer
We’re getting older now
I’d hate to think it might somehow slip away
Cause I need one more drink from a mason jar
One more wish, on one more falling star
One more high, clear, August day
So what would you say to,
Drinking from a mason jar
I’ll kiss you ‘neath the same bright billion stars
We saw that high, clear, August day
*Note: there is 1 minute of silence at the end of this track to create a separation between the album
and the bonus tracks.
You may skip forward, stop or just enjoy the silence.
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. Bonus Tracks (On CD)
(22) I’VE BEEN EVERYWHERE (ala Philmont) Dirty Larry
(Written & Performed by Dirty Larry. Original version Written by Hank Snow)
“This song was a blast to come up with all the place names and a challenge to sing. It doesn’t fit the style of the rest of the album so
I decided to make it a bonus track. Have you been everywhere? Take the IBE Challenge to see if you have the bragging right to say
you’ve been everywhere,” - Dirty Larry.
This one I won’t be work on until Dirty Larry gives me the lyrics.
(I wouldn’t even attempt to decipher the lyrics myself.)
Thanks to some very welcome lyrics help from Chas. Clifton we now have a good start on the lyrics.
Chas. said, “I must have listened to this freaking song 100 times last night, and I still can not get all of the words right.
I am either going to hug or kick Dirty Larry next time I see him for all of this anguish. It's the best song of the
Yarn Sessions CD in my opinion. Listen to the CD, and follow the words I've written."
. Red words are guesses, or unknowns
. THANKS Charles, for your help …and the anguish! – paf56
Kudos and congratulations to Dirty Larry on getting this one to have the same sound, feel and flavor as the original version. Given the
fact that in the entire United States there are so MANY more large cities and place names that the original author could work with,
then there are Philmont Camps, land features and place names around Philmont Scout Ranch in which Dirty Larry could choose and
pick from. – David paf56
. Lyrics help by Chas. Clifton
I was totin’ my pack along the dusty Comanche contour road, country?
When along came a comm truck with a high canvas covered load,
“If your going to Cypher’s mine, with me you can hide”. ride?
And so I climbed into the cabin, and I settled down inside,
He asked me if I’d seen a road with so much dust and sand,
I said, “Listen Bud… I’ve traveled every road in this here land!” (should have been ranch, not land)
. I’ve been everywhere man, I’ve been everywhere man, across the base camp bare man,
. I’m breathing mountain air man, travel had my share man, I’ve been everywhere. I’ve breathed the?
Hogmill, Sawmill, Maxwell, Rayado,
Anasazi, Commanche, Porky, Pueblano,
Clark’s Fork, North Fork, Middle Fork, Cito,
Hunting Lodge, Health Lodge, Sweat Lodge, Zastrow,
Vaca, Urraca, Abreu, Aguilla,
Bobby Doll, Dining Hall, toured the Villa. &nbs