Spring of ’65

Lyrics
I woke up one morning in the spring of '65 Considering myself lucky to be found alive I hitched up my horses, my business to pursue Instead of hauling four loads I only hauled two I'd had my fill of plowing before the sun was high The sunshine made my head feel strange, it was an honest try So, I unhitched my mule and saddled up my mare And rode down to the grocery to see what's doin' there Now farmin' folk for miles around were gathered in the store Each saying that he never left his plow so soon bеfore While talkin' of the mystеry of God's unfolding will Old man Hawkins brought a load of whiskey from his still Now most of us had never drunk so early in the day But, since today was special, we got drunk anyway We got so drunk and crazy that we all did agree To meet that very night where the fiddle was to be The night was clear as crystal, the moon was full and bright And nothing looked familiar in that pale, unearthly light There was no wind, no calling birds, in fact it was so still I scarcely drew a breath till I reached old Laurel Hill I'll tell you of our party and how it did commence When four of us jolly boys got on the floor to dance The fiddler being willing, his arms being strong He played the Crippled Kingfisher about four hours long I see the morning star boys, I guess we danced enough We'll spend another hour in paying cash for cuff We'll go to our plows, we'll whistle and we'll sing We never shall be guilty of another such a thing Come all you newsy women who gather news about Don't tell no tales upon us, we're bad enough without Don't tell no tales upon us and kick up any fuss You been guilty of the same thing, perhaps a whole lot worse
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Credits
- Writers
- Peter Stampfel