MaryK: My songs are my stories, in the Bardic Tradition.
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Good Woman Down
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This is the first good song I ever wrote, and the first on this red Guild when it was brand-new. It quickly became my signature n This is the first good song I ever wrote, and the first on this red Guild when it was brand-new. It quickly became my signature number. And it's all true.
"Friday Night in Texas" tells of a football game in a small town back in 1958.
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History is all about stories.
In his early teens, Andrew Jackson became a blood brother with the Creek tribe in what became Tenneessee. But he betrayed them, as well as the rest of the Five Civilized Tribes, when he talked them into moving to Oklahoma Territory. "This land will be yours as long as the grass grows and as long as the water flows," they were promised. But alas! it was not to be true.
My friend who told me about this story was relaying what he had heard from his Cherokee grandmother.
Grass Stopped Growing
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When You Coming Home, Daddy? It wasn't easy to write, and was even more difficult to memorize and sing without breaking. But I managed to do so. And I still sing this whenever possible, to veterans groups and Boy Scouts.
This is for Captain George Junior Croft, USAF, 154th Fighter-Bomber Group. He was in an F-84E and shot down in April, 1952, on his second mission. After dropping his bombs on a railroad bridge near Haeju, he stayed with his squadron leader (whose bombs hadn't dropped) as wing man for a second pass. His aircraft was hit and it went down not far away. I was 8 1/2 months old, with two older brothers aged 2 and 4.
My father was in Army Air Corps ROTC at University of Kansas City until he graduated in May, 1945. He immediately went into flight training and got his wings that August. But we all know what happened then...
Daddy rode his horse fast when he was a kid on the family farm in Nebraska. Then he drove his '41 Chevy coupe fast when he was a senior at Kansas City's Central High School. And look what he got to do when his reserve unit was called up in 1951! What fun! But as anyone knows who knows anything, folks don't just join the military to have fun. They make a solemn promise. And my daddy lived-- and died-- for his.
When You Coming Home, Daddy? It wasn't easy to write, and was even more difficult to memorize and sing without breaking. But I managed to do so. And I still sing this whenever possible, to veterans groups and Boy Scouts.
This is for Captain George Junior Croft, USAF, 154th Fighter-Bomber Group. He was in an F-84E and shot down in April, 1952, on his second mission. After dropping his bombs on a railroad bridge near Haeju, he stayed with his squadron leader (whose bombs hadn't dropped) as wing man for a second pass. His aircraft was hit and it went down not far away. I was 8 1/2 months old, with two older brothers aged 2 and 4.
My father was in Army Air Corps ROTC at University of Kansas City until he graduated in May, 1945. He immediately went into flight training and got his wings that August. But we all know what happened then...
Daddy rode his horse fast when he was a kid on the family farm in Nebraska. Then he drove his '41 Chevy coupe fast when he was a senior at Kansas City's Central High School. And look what he got to do when his reserve unit was called up in 1951! What fun! But as anyone knows who knows anything, folks don't just join the military to have fun. They make a solemn promise. And my daddy lived-- and died-- for his.
