I BEEN SINGIN'
words and music
copyright © 1989 by
Roy Zimmerman
copyright © 1989 by
Roy Zimmerman
I been singin’ this song s’mighty long, Lord Lord
Yes, I been singin’ this song s’mighty long
I been singin’, singin’, singin’, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
And I’m startin’ to repeat myself
In the late 1950’s they packed everything they owned into rickety Volkswagon buses and set out across the vast barren landscape of American popular music. They were fearless. They were passionate. They were Folk Singers!
Armed with nothing but crude, ill-tuned instruments, they sang about everyday concerns like mining disasters and high seas plunder. And they sang about the rights of the Common Man and of chickens without no bone. And they sang about the love between a brother a sister - impractical, at best.
This, then, is our tribute to these plucky people and to their heroic struggle to popularize the music known as Folk!
Oh, the mountain is high
And the valley is low
And the river is wide
And the bridge is narrow
And the wind is cold
And the skillet is greasy
I want to get to heaven but I’m
So tired o’ workin’, I’m so tired o’ workin’, Lordy
Folk music has an enduring appeal which has lasted from the beginning of time right up through roughly 1974. Folk music is music of the people, but it’s good anyway. It’s music that reveals rather than conceals, stirs rather than shakes and wears turtlenecks rather than washing regularly.
So, sit back, relax and enjoy this music, and, well, if the spirit should move you to sing along … don’t.
Now when I’m gone
And when I’ve died
I want my body
Mummified
So tightly wound
In a linen band
And I’ll be bound, I’ll be bound
I’ll be bound, I’ll be bound
I’ll be bound for the Promised Land!
I been singin’ this song s’mighty long, Lord Lord
Yes, I been singin’ this song s’mighty long
I been singin’, singin’, singin’, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
And I’m startin’ to repeat myself
Yes, I been singin’ this song s’mighty long
I been singin’, singin’, singin’, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
And I’m startin’ to repeat myself
In the late 1950’s they packed everything they owned into rickety Volkswagon buses and set out across the vast barren landscape of American popular music. They were fearless. They were passionate. They were Folk Singers!
Armed with nothing but crude, ill-tuned instruments, they sang about everyday concerns like mining disasters and high seas plunder. And they sang about the rights of the Common Man and of chickens without no bone. And they sang about the love between a brother a sister - impractical, at best.
This, then, is our tribute to these plucky people and to their heroic struggle to popularize the music known as Folk!
Oh, the mountain is high
And the valley is low
And the river is wide
And the bridge is narrow
And the wind is cold
And the skillet is greasy
I want to get to heaven but I’m
So tired o’ workin’, I’m so tired o’ workin’, Lordy
Folk music has an enduring appeal which has lasted from the beginning of time right up through roughly 1974. Folk music is music of the people, but it’s good anyway. It’s music that reveals rather than conceals, stirs rather than shakes and wears turtlenecks rather than washing regularly.
So, sit back, relax and enjoy this music, and, well, if the spirit should move you to sing along … don’t.
Now when I’m gone
And when I’ve died
I want my body
Mummified
So tightly wound
In a linen band
And I’ll be bound, I’ll be bound
I’ll be bound, I’ll be bound
I’ll be bound for the Promised Land!
I been singin’ this song s’mighty long, Lord Lord
Yes, I been singin’ this song s’mighty long
I been singin’, singin’, singin’, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
And I’m startin’ to repeat myself
