On This Day In 1951

I made my grand entrance onto the stage of this big blue marble ... and have been doing my damndest to wreak a lil' havoc every since! Here's a pic of me in my birthday suit, enjoying my first birthday cake!! What a long, strange trip it's been. "We are all bozos on this bus, so we might as well sit back and enjoy the ride." ~ Wavy Gravy

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me......

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Guy Clark ~ New Cut Road

Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playin' fool
He's a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules
Coleman Bonner's got a wore out bow
He's been playin' two days down the new cut road

Coleman's little sister said you better act right Coleman
Daddy's gone to Louisville he'll be back tonight
He's gonna get another wagon and a good pair of mules
And we gonna move to Texas we just waitin' on you

Now Coleman's daddy he pulled up in the yard
He said pack up your lives kids it's gettin' too hard
Kentucky's alright but there's too many people
Oh just the other day I thought I saw a church steeple

Now Coleman said daddy don't you worry bout me
I'm gonna stay here in Kentucky till the day I D
I'm gonna drink that sourmash and gonna race that mare
And find that woman with the fox red hair

Now you all been movin' west since the day you got married
Well I'm gettin' off the wagon daddy I'm too old to be carried
Gonna stay here in Kentucky where that bluegrass grow
I'm gonna play it all night down the new cut road

Now Coleman's daddy said what's it all comn' to
Young people these days are just as stubborn as mules
You can't make him go he's too old for that
It's that damned old fiddle and that bowler hat

Now Coleman's mama said let the boy stay
Cause he's raised up solid and he can find his own way
But as for me honey I'm with you
I always thought Kentucky was just passin' through

Now Coleman's little sister then she started into a cryin'
And his daddy shook his head for the very last time
Coleman's mama said somebody's gotta do it
Wouldn't be no Kentucky less you didn't stick to it Coleman

Coleman Booner stood on the porch of that cabin
And he watched 'em all go to Texas in a covered wagon
He pulled out his fiddle and he rosined up his bow
And he played a little tune called the New Cut Road