07-America II: American Harder

 

Buffalo Gals, Won’t You Come Out Tonight (in D). A little ragtime specially arranged for the tinwhistle. Play this and you’ll have ’em dancing by the light of the moon.

Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie (in D). Another cowboy song, for all you whistling cowboys out there. Play this song low… and mournfully.

Clementine (in D). This is the clean version. I’m sure you’ll be happy to know that this one is also the clean version. Melodically (and lyrically) they are the same version; each one has a different set of chords, though.

Old Chisholm Trail (in G). And the rest of the 47-or-so verses to it. Grab your favorite ten-dollar horse and forty-dollar saddle and start playing this one. You’ll be glad you did.

Paper of Pins (in D). I have know idea why I felt compelled to arrange this children’s song for tinwhistle. But I had fun doing it. So much so, in fact, that I’ve got two versions of it. The second version if it is in a slightly lower mode than the first. The first version ranges from a” at the highest to G at the lowest while the second version ranges from e’ at the highest to D at the lowest.

Corinna A blues love song. You know it works out badly in the end.

The Dying Cowgirl (in G). Another fine cowboy… er, cowgirl… song. Cowboy songs are pretty much the same as Irish songs, just with fewer notes. A lot of them got rattled right off the pages coming across the country. To this day, folks in Philadelphia have a stockpile of surplus notes that they don’t know what to do with. I’m not joking; I’ve been there and seen warehouses full of them. They don’t melt snow and you can’t very well eat ’em, so what are you going to do?

Were You There (in G). Based on the Johnny Cash EZ-Play version, which is where I learned it. Oh, Johnny; goodbye, Johnny. Goodbye, Johnny Cash. I’ll meet you in that land where I’ve never been before and I don’t believe that poor Johnny’s gone. One more round. Johnny’s gone.

The Camptown Races (in D). Da camptown ladies sing dis song, doo-dah, doo-dah.

Alberta (Blues Tune). Alberta, let your hair hang low.

Alabama Bound. Blues tune. If that train don’t stop and turn around, I’m Alabama bound.

The Bear Went Over the Mountain .Second verse, same as the first! The bear went over the mountain the bear went over the mountain the bear went over the mountain to see what he could see.

Beer Drinking Song. Do’s the stuff that buys my beer, Ra — the guy who pours my beer. Me. The guy who drinks my beer. Fa… a long way to the john. So, I’ll have another beer. La? I’ll have another beer. Te? No thanks. I’ll have a beer. And that brings us back to…

Beggars to God. Another song about a gypsy. A happy song. A feel good song. A song that makes you realize one inescapable fact: there is no length to which a gypsy will not go to get some chick naked. Even a pious gypsy.

Be Kind to Your Web-Footed Friends For a duck could be somebody’s mother.

Comin’ Round the Mountain A fun little tune that everyone remembers from his childhood. You do remember it from your childhood, don’t you? No? What kind of sick, deprived childhood did you lead? Every kid is suppose to sing this one over and over and over again until mom and dad give in. Or have a psychotic episode.

Itsy Bitsy Spider. He went up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. That would never have happened if the spider’s carbon footprint had been smaller. Of course, once he was washed out of the spout, he was eaten by a polar bear. So, I guess the moral is you win some and you lose some. Or maybe the moral is that global warming is bad. I forget. What was the question, again?

Sierry Peaks. Where the yellah pine do grow. And where yellah wood comes from. No kidding.

Streets of Laredo. One evening so fair. Another morbid cowboy song. I’ve just been in a mood, lately.

The Jolly Cowboy. The jolly cowboy’s jolly tune. Jolly good.

Blood on the Saddle. Also a good Halloween tune. For a cowboy, anyway. A morbid one, maybe…

Darling Corey. Don’t let ’em burn your still-house down. Never were there truer words spoken. Unless you happen to not have a still-house, then it’s pretty much useless advice. But it’s still a good tune… especially on nights when you’re drinking corn liquor.

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