A song for Cowboys and Cowboy wannabees *

Earlier this evening as I was perusing an area message forum I saw a post and the subject line said « caption this ». Here is the photo that was submitted for caption.

cowboys.jpg

Many moons ago when I was young and stayed up later than 11PM, I often attended the « Friday Night Music Meeting » at the home of a friend. There were never less than 50 or 60 people in attendance, and crowded within the small house, it often resembled the party scene from Breakfast at Tiffany’s
The « FNMM » always lasted into the wee hours of the morning, usually breaking up around dawn, and the evening was always spent drinking copious amounts of alcohol, smoking odd looking, self-rolled, pungently aromatic cigarettes, and the inevitable playing of guitars, banjos, fiddles and various other instruments. There was always someone singing and I was often called upon to sing, of course the more they drank the better I sounded, which explains why I was always called to the « stage » much later in the evening. 🙂 The photo immediately made me think of the song I sang so many times and have posted below.

I present for your listening enjoyment the silken voice of  Mr. James Taylor as he was then.

There is a young cowboy he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change

And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but its clear
As if maybe someone could hear

Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues for the colors I choose
Won’t you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James

Now the first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go

There’s a song that they sing when they take to the highway
A song that they sing when they take to the sea
A song that they sing of their home in the sky
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
But singing works just fine for me

NB A more recent version can be found here.

(posted above are the original lyrics, the video renditions are a bit different)

* a wannabe (or wannabee) : se dit de quelqu’un qui veut être ce qu’il ne peut pas être.

Source : Off the cuff stuff.

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5 commentaires pour A song for Cowboys and Cowboy wannabees *

  1. « Auprès de ma vache, je vivais heureux… »
    J’ai presque tout compris du texte, et j’ai même pu suivre mot à mot les paroles de la chanson en écoutant celle-ci. Et même, les murmurer!
    Merci! Vous me réconciliez avec l’anglais!

    (Pardon d’écrire en français; je veux éviter d’être complètement ridiculous)

  2. PS : des Cowboy wannabees? Je ne vois pas…

  3. Cowboy dit :

    Cowboy wannabees ? Vous pensez que je serais visé ? 🙂
    Impossible ! I AM A GENUINE COWBOY !

  4. totem dit :

    « I’m a poor lonesome cowboy » Lucky Luc
    Where is Rantanplan ?

  5. Comtesse dit :

    Totem, the question is…
    Where is Jolly Jumper?
    😉

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