Billy Bobbie Horton & His Large Mudbugs Band Live at Tippecanoe's

Blue Paloma

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It'll Never Play in Kerville

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G Rag

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Acoustic Blues

The Rules

"Billy Bobbie's St James Infirmary" is a re-imagining of the traditional piece, sometimes also known as 'Gambler's Blues'. It is from a collection of songs written for a fictitious musical performance -- Billy Bobbie Horton & His Large Mudbugs Band Live at Tippecanoe's.  The entire Mudbugs playlist can be found here:
https://soundcloud.com/bbhorton/sets/billy-bobbie-horton-his-large

This is a work tape, so please excuse its flaws. The project is in its 'feedback phase', so all comments are welcome. Thank you for listening.

Lyrics:

I went down to St James' Infirmary
Found my baby there
They had her stretched out naked on a table, boys
All sutured up from hither to God-knows-where
Sutured up from hither to there

I said, Doctor, Doctor what ails her?
My gal's as pale as can be
He said, I'm sorry to say your woman passed yesterday
Now can you sign a couple papers for me?
Just need a signature or two, maybe three

Oh Doctor no, no, how could she just up and go?
He said, Well that part's a little unclear
It might've been the scurvy
Might've been something nervy
Might be something maybe crawled in her ear
Something nasty crawling up in her ear

Well Doctor tell me you didn't let her suffer
He shook his finger, said That wasn't our fault
She ripped her bindings to pieces
Tried to bite off her leeches
Wrote her final words in blood on the walls
Wrote her final requests on the walls

She asked for six lonely sailors to carry her coffin
Six strumpets to sing her a song
She said tell all the immoral bring a little sprig of laurel
Won't want to smell her as they bear her along
Won't have to smell her as they bear her along

Oh Doctor no, Doctor no
Please say it isn't so
There's some things that never should be
Could turn the world up and over
Look under rock and clover
Never find another woman for me
Never find another woman for me

Well it's seventeen miles to the old Potter's Field
A man could walk hisself from gristle to bone
But that's nothing compared to that trip down to where
He's gotta cross the River Styx all alone
Try to find her, try to bring her back home

Oh let her go, let her go
God help her
Wherever she might be
Could search the world over
Under stone, under clover
Never find another woman for me
Never find another woman for me

Now I'm going back to St James Infirmary
Pistol up my sleeve
And with a pain in my heart like something ripped it apart
But I know a good doctor to see
I know a really good doctor to see

And you can get me six angry judges to carry my coffin
Six hangmen to sing me their song
Make sure that all of them wear a little tonic in their hair
Don't want to smell them as they bear me along
Wouldn't have to smell them as they bear me along

Oh let her go, let her go
May God bless her soul
Wherever it might be
Could search the world over
Look under stone and clover
Never find another woman for me
I'll never find another woman for me
There'll never be another woman for me

Live at Tippecanoe's

Billy Bobbie's St James Infirmary (Work Tape)

'Let Me Take You to the Mardi Gras' is a Cajun-flavored number from a collection of songs written for a fictitious musical performance -- Billy Bobbie Horton & His Large Mudbugs Band Live at Tippecanoe's. The entire Mudbugs playlist can be found here:
https://soundcloud.com/bbhorton/sets/billy-bobbie-horton-his-large

This is a work tape, so please excuse its flaws. The project is in its 'feedback phase', so all comments are welcome. Thank you for listening.

Lyrics:

Found you sitting in your underwear
Curtains open, said you didn't care
Ask me if I've ever wondered where
All the good goes when it's gone

Well I ain't much for philosoph'cal talk
Don't harbor lots of deepish thoughts
Think 'bout football, think 'bout beer more than I ought
If I'm out there on the rigs

But I can see the writing on the wall
Lipstick letters in a cursive scrawl
Don't even have to read it all
To know that I'm to blame

Why don't I take you to the Mardi Gras
You used to love to go to Carnival
We'll talk our way onto a fancy float
If you get cold I'll wrap you in my coat

'Cause you're the prettiest gal in Lafeyette
The sweetest thing the South's come up with yet
Just let me take you to the Mardi Gras
Before you go away

Let me take you to the Mardi Gras
Let me take you down to Carnival
We'll hop a ride up on a passing float
When you get cold I'll wrap you in my coat

'Cause you're the prettiest girl in Lafeyette
The sweetest thing the South's come up with yet
Just let me take you to the Mardi Gras
Before you go away
Let me take you to the Mardi Gras
Before you go away

Let Me Take You to the Mardi Gras (Work Tape)

'Redneck Girl' is part of a collection of songs written for a fictitious and quirky musical act called Billy Bobbie Horton and His Large Mudbugs Band. There was supposed to be a story to go along with these pieces, but the tale never grew any legs. The songs are not suitable for pitching, but they seem to have some merit and so I am trying to polish them up and figure out what might be done with the collection. Any comments or feedback would be appreciated, but I am neither a singer nor an audio engineer, so please forgive the vocals. The entire set can be heard on a private playlist found here:
https://soundcloud.com/bbhorton/sets/billy-bobbie-horton-his-large/s-0HM2q

Redneck Girl (Work Tape)

'Tacoma' is a sad country love song from a collection of songs written for a fictitious musical performance -- Billy Bobbie Horton & His Large Mudbugs Band Live at Tippecanoe's. The entire Mudbugs playlist can be found here:
https://soundcloud.com/bbhorton/sets/billy-bobbie-horton-his-large

This is a work tape, so please excuse its flaws. The project is in its 'feedback phase', so all comments are welcome. Thank you for listening.

Lyrics:

There's a gal looks like you in Tacoma
But I escaped to Oklahoma                                                                  
Come Tulsa, thought I heard somebody call your name
Didn't stop again till Bangor, Maine                                                       

Seems any gal who treats me tender
Winds up some great pretender
No matter what they say, no matter what they do
It all just makes me think of you                                              

I've run the back roads to Atlanta                                                     
And through most of eastern Alabama
Seen the Mardi Gras down in Mobile
Got drunk on Bourbon and on Beale

All those times I tried to leave you                                                       
'Cause I thought that it would please you
Thought a little space, some time apart                                                    
I might could drive you from my heart                                                     

Took 66 down to St Louis
Paddled up the great Missouri                                    
Hitched rides on Sunset Boulevard
And San Francisco cable cars
 
I tried the road to San Antone
I've tried old Highway 61                                           
The Skyline Trail betrayed me too
They all just drove me back to you

Back in old times there'd be maps
That let a man fall right off the world                                
Into the mouths of dragons
And forget about a girl                                                      

Somehow the dragons they broke free                             
Now where they roamed it's just you and me                                             
Like some last great mystery
Beyond all known geographies                                         

Drove 66 down to St Louis
Paddled up the great Missouri
Hitched rides on Sunset Boulevard
And San Francisco cable cars
 
I tried the road to San Antone
I've tried old Highway 61                                          
The Skyline Trail betrayed me too
They all just drove me home to you

Tacoma (Work Tape)

'Rosalita' is from a collection of songs written for a fictitious musical performance -- Billy Bobbie Horton & His Large Mudbugs Band Live at Tippecanoe's. The entire Mudbugs playlist can be found here:
https://soundcloud.com/bbhorton/sets/billy-bobbie-horton-his-large

This is a work tape, so please excuse its flaws. The project is in its 'feedback phase', so all comments are welcome. Thank you for listening.

Lyrics:

Rosalita, leave the lights on when you go
Rosalita,  leave me a little coffee on the stove
Rosalita, feels like I'm gonna be awake a while                                                         
Why don't you leave me a tasty little sandwich setting out on the kitchen counter tile
Just a tasty little something to tide me over for a while      
                        
Rosalita, I need a little this or that   
Rosalita, did you remember to feed the cat
Rosalita, who spilled their beer here on the floor                                   
Rosalita, these ain't clean yet, you'll wanna scrub them some more

I smell something smelly in the bathroom            
Seen a spider on my wall
Think things be nesting in the attic                                           
Heard one scurry down the hall                              
You know the yard it's all a tangle
Can't have all them creepers be creeping in                  
Rosalita, Rosalita
Make it all be right again

Rosalita, where'd all this hair come from in my sink                         
Rosalita, think I had a little accident in my sleep
Rosalita, you sure it ain't time yet for another pill                        
Rosalita, crank the heat up, I got just a smidgen of a chill

I need a little sugar for my sweet tooth
Need you to scratch a wee bit higher
I need some whiskey for these ice cubes
Need some tinder for my fire
Need the shades drawn, need the doors locked
'Fore the dark starts creeping in
Rosalita, Rosalita
Make it all be right again

Rosalita, you work so hard to please me so
Rosalita, you should take a little break before you go
Rosalita, slip them shoes off, come keep me company for a while  
Won't have to do nothing but lie there and smile

There's something stinky in the bathroom                        
Seen a spider on my wall                          
Think things be lurking in the attic                           
Heard 'em scurry down the hall
You know the yard's all in a tangle
The creepers are creeping in                        
Rosalita, Rosalita
Make it all be right again

Rosalita, leave the lights on when you go
Rosalita,  leave me a little coffee on the stove
Rosalita, looks like I'm gonna be up for a while
Why don't you make me a tasty little sandwich, leave it on the kitchen counter tile
Gonna need me a tasty little something here in another little while

Rosalita (Work Tape)

'What's the Matter With You?" is from a collection of songs written for a fictitious musical performance -- Billy Bobbie Horton & His Large Mudbugs Band Live at Tippecanoe's. The entire Mudbugs playlist can be found here:
https://soundcloud.com/bbhorton/sets/billy-bobbie-horton-his-large

This is a work tape, so please excuse its flaws. The project is in its 'feedback phase', so all comments are welcome. Thank you for listening.

Lyrics:

Well she ain't good lookin'
But she sure ain't shy
The gal's got all the parts and pieces
That you need to get by
Boy, why the hesitation, trepidation
What's there to fear
Truth to be told
I like the view from the rear
Between any two people
Runs a cold lonely chasm
She could heat things up a lot
With her enthusiasm
So take it or leave it
But don't pretend you don't need it boy
What's the matter with you?

Now Susie's not a cutie
Runway model ain't her job
Those teeth could stand some fencin'
And her nose could use a bob
You think that stops a heart from beatin', boy
The heart don't hold back
They'll hear her three blocks over
If she slips you in the sack
Between any two people
There's a dark lonely chasm
Why not give that thing a jump
She's got enthusiasm
You can take it or leave it
But I'm thinkin' you need it, boy
What's the matter with you?

Little Debbie's got an appetite
That nothing seems to sate
Her figure shows off everything
She sucks up from her plate
Breakfast, lunch and dinner
Leave her famished to the core
I shouldn't have to tell you
What she's really hungry for
Between any two people
There's that deep lonely chasm
She  could fill it to the brim
With her enthusiasm
So take it or leave it
But you ought'a believe it, boy
What's the matter with you?

Now Judy's got a beauty mark
Looks like a lobster claw
There's a three alarm fire hazard
Stuffed down Wendy's Wonder Bra
Lisa's locked up in the ladies'
Trying to get a zit to pop
While Patty's in a panic
'Bout her little muffin top
Between any two people
There'll be shit to get over
Be some weevils in the cotton
Some bees in your clover
You can take it or leave it
But we all kind of need it, boy
What's the matter with you?

Well she ain't good lookin'
But she sure ain't shy
The gal's got all the parts and pieces
That you need to get by
Why the hesitation, trepidation
Nothing to fear
Truth to be told
I love the view from the rear
Between any two people
There's that deep, lonely chasm
Why not give the thing a jump
She's got enthusiasm
You can take it or leave it
But you ought to believe it, boy
What's the matter with you?

Yeah, you can take it or leave it
But we all kind of need it, boy
What's the matter with you?

What's the Matter With You? (Work Tape)

Gone With The Wind ft Ellie Makes Music

I Got Mine by Pink Anderson
Performed by Karl Schwarz at Bar East NYC on Feb 2nd 2013

I Got Mine by Pink Anderson

Pint of Poison (demo one)

I can't sing worth a damn and my audio engineering is even worse, but I'm looking for feedback on a work-tape collection of slightly quirky songs, written for a fictitious musical act called Billy Bobbie Horton & His Large Mudbugs Band. There's a variety of styles here -- honky tonk country, a Cajun-flavored piece, some old-time blues and even a little rock number or two. So if you don't like what you hear at first, you might try clicking on the next song and see what you think.

Thanks for listening. And any Comments (pro or con), Likes, Reposts and Follows are always appreciated.

What's the Matter With You? (Work Tape)

Billy Bobbie Horton & His Large Mudbugs Band

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