OT: Songs that tell a story

This isn't much of a song, but it is most definitely a story and to me, the way that it ends couldn't be better.



God bless you always!!!

Holly (a girl who will forever love the late beautiful precious masterpiece of a gentleman who tells the story)

Tramps and Hawkers

I choose to see not the things that be,
Or the miles and the years that are gone.
I pay no heed to tomorrow's needs,
I'm blinded from snow and the sun,
'Til all I could see is my darling and me,
Like young flowers bloomin' in spring.
Like flowers we grew, and no other I knew,
But the Rose of the San Joaquin.

The gypsies will dance, while stealing a glance
At a sea that might blow in the wind.
And the fields are worked in a sweat stained shirt,
'Til the workers move on again.
And tramps and hawkers, with stories wild,
Beguiled a young boy to dream,
Enticing me to leave my home,
The Rose of the San Joaquin.

I've watched the rise of light in the sky
As the sun comes out of the sea.
I've seen giants fall in mountains tall,
Where the lumbermen cut down the trees.
I've played in the sand with the gulf coast wind,
And slept in the grass tall and green.
But nowhere I've been would I go back again,
Except to the San Joaquin.

But the road back home it's long and it's hard,
And the miles, they stretch into years.
And the tramps and the hawkers in every town,
By God, it brings me to tears.
When I got home, I found just a flower on a mound
It's a shame the green grasses of spring.
And it grew from the grave of my darlin' little girl,
The Rose of the San Joaquin.

Now see us today out on your highway,
Or asleep in the doors of the train.
See the gypsies dance with their damned knowing glances,
While the peddlers shout out their refrain.
And who's gonna care, and who's gonna share
All the joys and the troubles we've seen?
Like ghosts, we roam, without friends or homes,
These tramps, and hawkers and me.
Like ghosts, we roam, without friends or homes,
These tramps, and hawkers and me.

David Dondero - I Had To Get Back East



I Had to Get Back East

David Dondero


well, the night was fallen cold outside this convenience store
and then manager guy said, “you gotta go, you can't hang around no more.”
told that guy, "I need a ride, I'm trying to find a way back east."
then this weird guy replied, “it's alright if you ride with me, 'cause I'm going on back east,
it's alright if you ride with me, I'm a rollin' for the east,
get your stuff and come with me.”
he had a big gash on his head, it made him look like a criminal
said it almost killed him dead, spent a week in the hospital
he was sleeping in his car back out in Mexacali
a staggered drunk out of the bar followed him and beat him badly
they weren't from the east, those guys weren't from the east
I think they were from the bay area, gangster tough guys from the bay area
they used a steel pipe and a stick, and he escaped the fatal blow
they tried to drag him into the ditch but he ran up to the road
police happened to arrive, he waved his arms to flag 'em down
he's lucky now to be alive so he's heading for las vegas town
and he's goin' on back east, first he's gonna lose a little money
then he's rollin' back east, after he finds him a honey
Marcalino was his name, loved to listen to The Scorpions
and fishing was his game, in alaska up in ketchiken
when that fishing time was through, back to the lower 48
get a vegas prostitute as his way to celebrate
then he'd go on back east, back home to the family
and he'd roll on back east
his mother and his sister, his only family
we stopped at an all night diner; he insister he would pay
he bought me cigarettes and a lighter and we drove the rest of the way
to arrive at five a.m., he let me off at the bali's casino there
he handed me a five and a ten
he said, "good luck, get out of here."
he said, "you go back east, I'm gonna stay and tame the beast."
he said, "no, you go on back east, I'm gonna get down to the least."
so I walk off to the bus depot and I buy the ticket
and I got on the bus and I fell asleep
and I woke up with this drunk passed out guy next to me
he peed his pants so I moved my seat to the front of the bus
and I fell asleep and I woke up in Winter Park, Colorado
it was minus six, I couldn't find my friend
so I found a job chopping ice off hotel rooms
and I saved up enough to get me back to Georgia
back to my old band, it felt good to be back
I went up to old Picken's County,
late Joe Calski, Kiwi Key, my friend Tony T
no, he never called me, we had our kicks
we did some tricks, we did back flips.
and the whole time I was hangin' around back east
the only thing going through my mind was getting on back west

Bob Martin - Old Rass

You probably have not heard most of these. I tried to do it in alphabetical order.

Rocky Racoon
Maxwell's Silver Hammer
Hurricane
Black Diamond Bay
Benny the Bouncer
The Battle of Epping Forest
Dupree's Diamond Blues
Farm on the Freeway
Sheep
Bohemian Rhapsody
Ocean Gypsy
Circus of Heaven
Billy the Mountain

ZZ Top - Master of Sparks

Angie Baby by Helen Reddy