Travellin’ Song (Oregon) [From Part Seven]
[Musically a cross between and Irish Reel and ‘Granma’s Feather Bed’ – Tempo is to a Rohloff speed hub in 9th gear at 13 miles an hour – therefore equivalent to Allegro Moderato. Full score available for Kazoo, Jaw Harp, Banjo, Jug and Bush bass]
I done wrote me a travelin’ song
I’m gonna sing it while I pedal along
The tune is simple and the words they all fit…
So while I’m a pedalin’ I’m gonna sing it.
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Oh, I done wrote me a travelin’ song
I’m gonna sing it while I pedal along
You may not like it; or think that it’s shhhiiiiiittttt…..
But it’s a travelin’ song and it can’t be unwrit.
[Banjo solo]
Bobby and Woody they jump on a train
Sit on their arses and jump off again
If that’s what’s meant by hard travelaiin…
I’ll jump on board and out of the rain.
Now I’ve dodged moose and caribou
Half-blind truckers and a bear or two
We come from Deadhorse and South we go
All on down to Tier, del Fuego
[Jaw-harp Solo – tattooed girls dancing Strip-the-willow]
Oh, I done wrote me a travelin’ song.
I’m gonna sing it while I pedal along.
You may not like it, or think it’s shit
But it’s a travelin’ song and it can’t be unwrit….
[Kazoo Solo – more girls doing Strip the Willow]
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Ode to the Abigail Hotel (San Fransisco) [From Part Nine]
‘Ohhhh Theee… Abigail Hotel is a load of shit
Be very thankful if you’re not in it,
Heating doesn’t work so get a blankit
Toilet’s stuffed and its not fixed yit…’
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Bag Stuffin’ Woman (after Cat Stevens) San Fransisco [From Part Nine]
I’m lookin’ for a bag-stuffin’ woman,
One to stuff my sleepin’ bag-a-a-ag….
And when I find that bag-stuffin’ woman,
I won’t be stuffin’ my own Sleepin' bahag, no, no. no-o-o I wo-n't
I’m lookin’ for a bag-stuffin’ woman, [- stuffin’ woman]
I can cook and do the rest, -est -est,
When I find that bag-stuffin’ woman,
I’m goin’ ta watch her get undressed – yes, yes, yes….yes I will…
I know a lot of fancy campers,
people claiming they’re hardcore –ore, -ore.
They move so smooth but aren’t good sleeping bag stuffers
When you ask “Why’d you come here for?”
“I don’t know” “Why?” ……
[Blues: piano, bass, guitar, harmonica, kazoo]
Ode to Tenderloin (San Fransisco) [From Part Nine]
Oh Tenderloin,
You’re tough but you engender….
in me such feelings of delight,…
The boys trans-gendering,
Its very lovely in the Spring
In good ol’ Tenderloin.
Oh Tenderloin,
Despite the odor of urine
It’s back to you that I do pine…..
to beee, if only fleetinglyyy….
and mumble incessantly
in good ol’ Tenderloin.
Oh Tenderloin,
Your lollies metholated
stir feelings constipated…
of psychosis, schitzophenia
in me,… or him,
in good ol’ Tenderloin.
Oh Tenderloin,
Ideas rarely sensible
words incomprehensible
to me,…it’s great to be
so very very fleetingly,
in good ol’ Tenderloin.
It Ever You’re Passing Through Colón [From Part Thirty – Panama]
If ever you’re passing through Colón
Don’t get stuck too long
Watch out for the crud and the muck there
And try to ignore the pong.
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If ever you’re passing through Colón
Don’t linger there too long
Give a wallet or a finger or two
And be glad that it wasn’t your schlong
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Tenderloin – its gonna be a classic!
Los Pinas is still my favourite, Buffy seems so well informed, and I’m dam sure he had 10 pesos
I ensured I got my three pesos fifty centavos change. I have a blues number on the slab tentatively named, ‘Those low-down dog-defiling, aching bottom bicycle-touring blues’ and will publish shortly for your enjoyment.
Why the penchant for our 4 legged friends??? Are you sure you can really defile a dog??
Hi Nick. I’m sure you can try.