Storms never last do they baby?
Bad times all pass with the winds
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
And you make the sun want to shine…
Seriously, folks, you can be enjoying a *somewhat* warm Sunday afternoon with your “baby” when suddenly the conversation turns to old songs. (A song which this particular blogger never knew until five minutes ago after her “baby” started rather mockingly singing this old-time classic and she Googled to discover a Jessi Colter and Waylon Jennings version and now, maybe, she’ll remember at least until tomorrow morning as she ponders “Storms never last, do they, baby?”)
What is it about a catchy tune? A tune which has the power to jingle, jolt, jab, sing, dance you from your very ordinary day? And what is it about old-time songs, songs from our childhood, or before our childhood, maybe our parent’s childhood, songs from long-ago, which sing us into a place where our heart throbs, who knows why? Maybe because we remember our Mama or Papa singing it while they made Wonder Bread & peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, who the heck knows?
Then Barry mentioned the Yellow Rose of Texas, be still this crazy memory-beating heart. I remember listening this on a 45 rpm record in the cool basement of my childhood home when I was maybe seven tiny years old.
There’s a yellow rose in Texas that I am gonna see
Nobody else could miss her, not half as much as me
She cried so when I left her, it like to broke my heart
And if I ever find her we never more will part
She’s the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew
You may talk about your Clementine and sing of Rosa Lee
But the Yellow Rose of Texas is the only girl for me
Man oh man, talk about memories, I’ve been in love with that Yellow Rose in Texas since I was knee-high to a grasshopper, no matter that she’s a girl. I LOVE that song!
OK, here it is, you young’uns: http://youtu.be/k1m1b07jYcM
I am still heart-broken that the little Texas rosebud left me, replaced by Jimi Hendricks and the Doors and Cat Stevens, bless his Budda’d heart.
I can still remember sitting in my childhood basement, the 45 rpm record spinning, my heart singing, life all sparkling “like the dew” wide open in possibility.
What old-time songs do you love? Please share!