Songs That Tell Stories

I knew that!

Powerful song and video. The OJs didn't put out a lot of political tunes.

I got one for ya edgar. You might have not heard this one before. It was popularized by Joseph Spence, the great guitarist from Trinidad



For this great man jubilation, was evinced by the entire population
Friendship for the U.S.A. was shown and from his house to stars and the stripes were flown
For the state to open the gate to the president of these United States
In fact everybody was glad to welcome Roosevelt to Trinidad

We are privileged to see the democratic president of the great republic
With his charming and genial personality and his wonderful urbanity
We were struck by his modest style and we were intrigued by the famous Roosevelt smile
No wonder why everybody was glad to welcome Roosevelt to Trinidad

Now we understand that the president has just been on a visit to Brazil and the Argentine
Mr. Cordell Hull in attendance they took part in a peace conference
To stop war and atrocity and make the world safe for democracy
The greatest event in the century in the interest of suffering humanity

Neat one. I never heard this artist before.

Remember this one, edgar?

Something a little different.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKlyv3g5TUE

That's a great find Letty. Kudos!

I remember that one, letty. Thanks for posting it here.

is that really Jesse? He looks like such a baby!

There is a series of photos, supposed to be him.

Thanks for posting this. When I was 13 I was laid up for a month and my neighbor brought over a 6 string and a Kingston Trio song book. This was one of the first songs I learned on the geetar.

Another good story from the Trio:

Some Fool Made a Soldier of Me
-Jerry Fuller

I remember when I was bare-footed boy.
Climbin' in a sycamore tree
But now I'm a little older, got a rifle on my shoulder,
Some fool made a soldier of me.

Some fool made a soldier of me, Ah-ha
And I ride in the rough calvary
Got a pretty gal waitin' for me,
while I rot here in the army,
Some fool made a soldier of me.

I told her we'd marry and build us a home,
And raise us a big family.
But she's given all her charms to a blue uniform,
Some fool made a soldier of me.

Some fool made a soldier of me, Ah-ha
And I ride in the rough calvary
The dayt's getting' hotter, I'm a-near out of water,
Some fool made a soldier of me.

I told General Custer I'm a-dyin' of thirst,
And the heat is a-getting to me.
But he said "Have no fear, there's a big river near"
Some fool made a soldier of me.

Some fool made a soldier of me, Ah-ha
And I ride in the rough calvary
We'll get there in the mornin' to the Little Big Horn ....

(Hey, Gen'rl Custer, I think I see an Indian over there)
(Yeah, ask her is she's got a friend for me)
Some fool made a soldier of me.

Hey, thanks, panz. I love the trio and that song you posted.

i may have posted these here before, i know i've posted them in war or protest song threads

these songs are especially poignant today, as Canada repatriated the bodies of two soldiers today



I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn
Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone
I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long

I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march
And I'd be sick on a navy ship, and the sea would leave me parched
But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch
Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that vict'ry arch

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

Let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won
I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards fire their guns
A sabre keen, and a saddle carbine and an army Remington
Where the hot lead screams with the cold, cold steel let me be a cav'lryman

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back to front
For I won't be back on the rider-less black and I'm finished in my hunt
I wanna be in the cavalry if I must go off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more



I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before

Courageous at first we took their worst, our positions we held stout
We clung to belief and we hung on the speech from our trusted leaders' mouths
Overwhelming odds and a hopeless cause and our cities overrun
There were them that said we was badly led and God were we outgunned

I lost count of the worthy mounts that from under me were cut
My favourite mare with her head in the air took the cannons in her gut
In the first two weeks on that bloody creek my brother lost his arm
Was only sixty days till all we prayed was get us home unharmed

O for the day that we signed our names and the well that we were wished
The men's congrats and the pats on the backs and the ladies that we kissed
The band that played and the grande parade and the patriotic shouts
All faded fast, didn't even last till the uniforms wore out

And there were none to replace nor to help us face the winters cold and bleak
That chilled to the bone the pneumonia prone and froze our bootless feet
Then the typhoid hit with its fevered fits, TB and dysentery
That proved in the end to have killed more men than the vilest enemy

We were finally forced to feed on horse and carcass we could scrounge
When the wagons stopped and we'd burnt their crops to charred and barren ground
With morale in doubt and our pride run out no honour did I see
All I seen were a thousand dreams piled dead in front of me

I wanna be in the cavalry if the send me off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry but I won't ride home no more

Keep posting them; they're great