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Goodnight Irene *Open Thread*

I’m still open for business here in beautiful, though damp Raeford, North Carolina. I’m 150 miles from the coast so the worst I’ll see will be some hellacious rain storms, the wind is whippin’ and the rain drops are roughly an inch in diameter. Way more than I want to ride home in. Those big rain drops hurt more than a june bug, I’ll pass, thank you.

Apparently people are more worried about batteries and bottled water than they are about tattoos. I’m not sure why, personally I’d be getting some fresh ink but that’s me. Don’t worry, if Hoke County becomes the next Katrina I won’t be gathering at the Convention Center or the Superdome (I guess the local High School Gym will have to do for us, but I won’t be there either). My ancestors fled the potato famine in Scandinavia, they survived blizzards in Minnesota (well, all but a couple survived), Indian Uprisings (they were warned by their Indian neighbors), wars and of course more blizzards. Blizzards are a monthly hazard in god-forsaken Minnesota, at least during the other season (Minnesota has only two seasons, “Winter’s Here” and “Winter’s Coming”). So, in my fine family tradition I will share as much of the approach of Irene with you as I can stay awake for.

Lets start with a little ditty from Huddie Ledbetter, better known as Leadbelly…

Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I’ll see you in my dreams

Last Saturday night I got married
Me and my wife settled down
Now me and my wife are parted
Gonna take another stroll downtown

Sometimes I live in the country
Sometimes I live in the town
Sometimes I get a great notion
To jump in the river and drown

Well I asked your mother for you
She told me you was too young
I wish to the Lord I’d never seen your face
Or heard your lying tongue

Stop your rambling, stop your gambling
Stop staying out late at night
Go home to your wife and your family
Stay home by the fireside bright

I love Irene God knows I do
Love her to the day I die
If Irene turns her back on me
I’ll take morphine and die

nessa
Retired Paratrooper, Biker, Tattoo Artist

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  1. Aparently everyone is out looking for bottled water and batteries or I’m boring them with Leadbelly. How about something a little more modern?

    Hey Obama! Even Sonny and Brownie don’t want to eat their peas!

    I don’t want no
    Cornbread, peas, black molasses
    I don’t want no
    Cornbread, peas, black molasses
    At supper time
    Lord lord lord
    At suppertime

    I got a letter
    A letter from my mother this morning
    I got a letter
    A letter from my mother this morning
    She said come home
    Lord, lord lord
    Son come home

    I ain’t got no
    Got no ready made money
    I ain’t got no
    Got no ready made money
    I can’t go home

    If I could make
    June July and August
    If I could make June July and August
    Then I’d go home
    Lord lord lord
    Then I’d go home

    Cuz I don’t want no
    Cornbread, peas, black molasses
    Cuz I don’t want no
    Cornbread, peas, black molasses
    At supper time
    Lord, lord, lord
    At suppertime

    • Cheater! You know I love Tom Waits! On the youtube video of “Tom Traubert’s Blues” one of the commenters asked “How did the voice of every broken down drunk in the world get inside this mans body?” I can feel that when Tom sings. Great addition, thanks Erick!

    • Look at the poor bastard playing the accordion! OMG! My Mother and Grandmother gave me accordion lessons till I was waaaaay too old for that crap. I did enjoy the band in High School, played the trumpet, tenor sax, french horn and the tuba. My Grandmother could listen to a song on the radio and play it on her accordion, after hearing it only once. grandma couldn’t even read music. Absolutely amazing. It taught me to appreciate music while it taught me to despise the accordion. LOL.

  1. Aparently everyone is out looking for bottled water and batteries or I’m boring them with Leadbelly. How about something a little more modern?

    Hey Obama! Even Sonny and Brownie don’t want to eat their peas!

    I don’t want no
    Cornbread, peas, black molasses
    I don’t want no
    Cornbread, peas, black molasses
    At supper time
    Lord lord lord
    At suppertime

    I got a letter
    A letter from my mother this morning
    I got a letter
    A letter from my mother this morning
    She said come home
    Lord, lord lord
    Son come home

    I ain’t got no
    Got no ready made money
    I ain’t got no
    Got no ready made money
    I can’t go home

    If I could make
    June July and August
    If I could make June July and August
    Then I’d go home
    Lord lord lord
    Then I’d go home

    Cuz I don’t want no
    Cornbread, peas, black molasses
    Cuz I don’t want no
    Cornbread, peas, black molasses
    At supper time
    Lord, lord, lord
    At suppertime

    • Cheater! You know I love Tom Waits! On the youtube video of “Tom Traubert’s Blues” one of the commenters asked “How did the voice of every broken down drunk in the world get inside this mans body?” I can feel that when Tom sings. Great addition, thanks Erick!

    • Look at the poor bastard playing the accordion! OMG! My Mother and Grandmother gave me accordion lessons till I was waaaaay too old for that crap. I did enjoy the band in High School, played the trumpet, tenor sax, french horn and the tuba. My Grandmother could listen to a song on the radio and play it on her accordion, after hearing it only once. grandma couldn’t even read music. Absolutely amazing. It taught me to appreciate music while it taught me to despise the accordion. LOL.

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