Oh What Will You Give Me ...
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bluesypicky
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capnjuan said:
Tragic, but very much "a propos" in this thread.....
Late to the party here, but how about another one, written by my "second mother" Jean Ritchie. I was best friends with her son growing up, and swear I spent more time in their house than I did in my own. They took me on the folk festival circuit during summer vacation from school, where I met a lot of the visionaries, and developed my keen love of the genre. She's in a nursing home now after suffering a massive stroke at the beginning of the year.
I was born and raised in the mouth of a Hazard holler
Where the coal cars rolled and rumbled past my door
But now they stand in a rusty row of empties
'Cause the L&N don't stop here anymore.
<sniff>
I was born and raised in the mouth of a Hazard holler
Where the coal cars rolled and rumbled past my door
But now they stand in a rusty row of empties
'Cause the L&N don't stop here anymore.
<sniff>
AlohaJoe said:
Absolutely Joe. Jean is one of the most remarkable people that I've ever met, and perhaps the most learned music scholar of many music scholars that I have met. It breaks my heart to see her in the state she's in now. She has changed my life immeasurably for the better.