
joro
The Pie Guy
what the hell is a Ka-boodle anyways? 
OK...
This tune is a collaboration inbetween 4 fellows from all around the country
DTB and 40 Watt in Virginia....
Michael Borges in California...
and me in Massachusetts...
This mix is from all of the hi-res files through snail mail...
I am a wicked happy fellow
Thanks fellas!
Momma Cry....at NoWhere Radio.....
Here's the lyrics...
Momma Cry
Joe Rogier and Dan Thompson
Jefferson County
Back in 1955
Momma pickin' cotton
Barely kept us alive
And at night
You could hear our Momma cry
On the wind
Pappy was a sinner
From Dusk to Dawn
And when he was home
He never stayed to long
Sleep off the bottle
And put a clean shirt on
Momma did her best
And it nearly broke her back
With four hungry children
In a broke down shack
And at night
We could hear our momma cry
On the wind
Pappy had a temper
And he showed it all the time
When he cussed
We'd all run and hide
And when he beat her
We never saw momma cry
Momma had enough
About his evil ways
Pappy's old twelve gauge
Rang out that day
And at night
We could hear our Momma cry
On the wind
Jefferson County
Back in 1955
There's a shallow grave
Better dead than alive
And we all saw it...
But not a one of us cried
And at night
You could hear our momma cry
And at night
You could hear our momma cry
And at night
You could hear our momma cry
(©2004)

OK...
This tune is a collaboration inbetween 4 fellows from all around the country
DTB and 40 Watt in Virginia....
Michael Borges in California...
and me in Massachusetts...
This mix is from all of the hi-res files through snail mail...
I am a wicked happy fellow

Thanks fellas!
Momma Cry....at NoWhere Radio.....
Here's the lyrics...
Momma Cry
Joe Rogier and Dan Thompson
Jefferson County
Back in 1955
Momma pickin' cotton
Barely kept us alive
And at night
You could hear our Momma cry
On the wind
Pappy was a sinner
From Dusk to Dawn
And when he was home
He never stayed to long
Sleep off the bottle
And put a clean shirt on
Momma did her best
And it nearly broke her back
With four hungry children
In a broke down shack
And at night
We could hear our momma cry
On the wind
Pappy had a temper
And he showed it all the time
When he cussed
We'd all run and hide
And when he beat her
We never saw momma cry
Momma had enough
About his evil ways
Pappy's old twelve gauge
Rang out that day
And at night
We could hear our Momma cry
On the wind
Jefferson County
Back in 1955
There's a shallow grave
Better dead than alive
And we all saw it...
But not a one of us cried
And at night
You could hear our momma cry
And at night
You could hear our momma cry
And at night
You could hear our momma cry
(©2004)