Lyrics: Late Bloomers

1. Blue Highways
2. Beans & Crawdads
3. The Grace Bailey
4. Ghost Dancing
5. Wishfulness
6. Finn MacCool's Reel
7. Deep River Blues
8. Red Haired Boy
9. Froggie Went A-Courtin'
10. Great Pumpkin
11. November

 

Beans & Crawdads
(B.Kinney / R.Browning)

She's makin' beans and crawdads, collard greens,
buttered biscuits, and black-eyed peas,
ever since she went to New Orleans.

She never used to cook with so much spice.
Now she's workin' up my appetite
with all these brand new recipes.

I wonder where she learned to cook.
Was she takin' lessons or readin' books?
It don't really matter how she knows.

For all the tales her lips could tell,
my baby's learned her lessons well.
She's heatin' up my kitchen and curlin' up my toes.

She's makin' beans and crawdads, collard greens,
buttered biscuits, and black-eyed peas.
That woman's makin' me some mighty fine cuisine,
ever since she went to New Orleans.

© 1999 by Randy Browning & Brett Kinney

 

Ghost Dancing
(R.Browning)

Long empty, the ballroom has faded
her beauties grown old
dust is the velvet and gone are the braidings of gold

Ghost ladies and gossamer pages
on shadows are blown
waltzing in silence and vapor, enchanted and slow

So gently the partners are taken
in whispers of hope
spirits that reach for illusions dancing in smoke

© 1999 by Randy Browning

 

Deep River Blues
(Trad.)

Let it rain, let it pour
let it rain a whole lot more
I got them deep river blues

Let the rain drive right on
let the waves sweep along
I got them deep river blues

My old gal's a good ol' pal
but she looks like a waterfowl
when I get them deep river blues

There ain't noone to cry for me
and the fish all go out on a spree
when I get them deep river blues

Give me back my old boat
I'm gonna sail, if she'll float
I got them deep river blues

I'm goin' back to muscle shoals
times are better there, I'm told
and I got them deep river blues

If my boat sinks with me
I'll go down, don't you see
that I got them deep river blues

Now I'm gonna say good-bye
If I sink, just let me die
'cause I got them deep river blues

Let it rain, let it pour
let it rain a whole lot more
I got them deep river blues

Let the rain drive right on
let the waves sweep along
I got them deep river blues

 

Froggie Went A-Courtin'
(Trad., Arr. R. Browning)

Heemo, imo, a-keemo, a-kimo, ride around eerail
Rocksdrop, pennywinkle, flanneldoodle, yellowbugga, rocksdrop by mista gambol

Now, Frog went a-courtin' and he did ride
with a sword and a pistol by his side.
He rode right up to miss Mouse's house,
said "please won't you marry me, miss Mouse?"

"Sir, I cannot answer that.
You'll have to ask my uncle Rat."

( Heemo, imo,... )

Well, uncle Rat gave his consent,
and a weasel wrote out the publishment.
"Where will supper be?"
"Way down yonder in a hollow tree."

"What will supper be?"
"Buttercups and dew-drop tea"

( Heemo, imo,... )

The first came in was a big white moth. She spread her wings for a tablecloth.

Next came in was a ladybug. She brought whiskey in a jug.

The next came in was a bumblebee. Played the fiddle on his knee.

Next came in was an old brown cow. Tried to dance, but she didn't know how.

Next came in was a little ol' bug. He drowned himself in the whiskey jug.

Owls did hoot, and the birds they sang, through the woods the music rang.

( Heemo, imo,... )

But the next one in was a big, bad dog.
He chased miss mouse through a hollow log.

Next came in was an old tomcat;
and he ate miss mouse, just like that.

Well, Frog came swimmin' across the lake
and he got swallowed by a big fat snake.
The big fat snake, he swam to land
where he got caught by a hungry man.

The hungry man, he went to France;
and that's the end of this romance.

( Heemo, imo,... )

 

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