THE CROOKED ROAD Lyrics are part autobiographical and part fictional: the Songs and Singers the lyrics speak of are most certainly among my Those Who Came Before the songs/singers my three sisters and I represent to this day - all being Singers, as we are...some SongWriter/Singer/Performer surely can hear the Song in these Lyrics, and will do them proud...I hope so: they're all about Americana and the Folk Music of the winds through the grasses by the river....

This is #4 of the 'new ones': bluegrass/old timey: it's partly in my blood from my English and Scots Irish beginnings on the South East coast with the Everitts boating down the Mississippi to the Gulf...so, this song is about the Roads that may have brought them further along their way towards being Louisiana Southerners for generations - through today in my Cousins Charles and Billy Earle and their families...Recall! These are all first drafts of lyrics, these 'new ones' - not the finished-song!...Special thanks to my sister Vicky, for giving me the idea....

THE CROOKED ROAD

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This Crooked Road: Blue Ridge
Deep Appalachia
The Wagon Road from far-off
Pennsylvania
The crooked tunes keep bouncing
Off the fiddle
The banjo claws some njoni tune
For Blessin'
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My people came from England:
They were pirates -
My people were Scots Irish
From the highlands -
My people were Acadian
From the north seas -
My people were the Welsh
Coal-mining families...
Germans from the Catholic
hilled-Bavaria...
All of them sang songs -
Known for their singin' -
But of them all the
Crooked Road Folk bested
Everyone in poem and tune -
Harmony: made us all to follow:
Singin' People....
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So sing of sweet Irene and
Barbry Allen -
Fiddle me in every grassy
Hollar -
Bring me kind njoni tunes
Old Timey -
Drone me Anabaptist hymns
For Daddy -
Right along with Cajun from
Beb's fiddle -
Rock the cradle - bounce the bow
for Mama...
German Road through
Broken-down stills droning -
Winds in Celtic ballads
From North Ireland....
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Then down The Crooked Road
I'm finally singin' -
Playin' Wake the Devil
From His Dreamin' -
Listenin' to the cloggin' and
The two-step...
Beatin' out the time to
Tunes of Lovin' -
Then 'bout how Death's
The only Gate to Heaven -
'Bout how all life underneath the
Mountain
Is answered most in Prayer
An 'Gettin' Happy':
Keenin' tunes reflectin' of
Line-singin'
Sung fine in old wood churches
A Capella....
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