True that, just trying to keep it strait for the kidsJamey wrote it(with 2 others), but c'mon, who is best known for it on the radio?
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True that, just trying to keep it strait for the kidsJamey wrote it(with 2 others), but c'mon, who is best known for it on the radio?
I had to ask Harley, did not know what he meant by cover.
Thank you Harley for posting Dolly;s tune "I will always love you" sang by Whitney, and better IMHO
Another one that was sang by several was Kris's tune "Me and Bobby Magee"----First by Roger Miller and then everyone. I liked Janis Joplin's rendition , but this tune was sung by so many, from the Grateful Dead to John Cash
Landpro, thank you for posting Gram Parsons. As some know we use to go see him and Emmylou, Browne, Linda, etc at the Troubadour --great times
I can't hunt anymore but I can still listen to music, AND remember
Nicely done. Might be my new theme song on the huntTry it with these lyrics I wrote a few years ago..
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Through the Sage
(to the tune of Turn the Page- Bob Seger)
On the high lonesome mountain, west of the divide,
There’s a few basins back there, about a half day’s ride.
You think about bucks you saw and blown stalks the day before
After scouting for eternity, checking country that is new,
Topo maps and GPS, Forest Rangers too.
You’re on the trail before daylight, you will hunt til day is through.
Here I am, on the ridge again, there I am, glassing the sage.
Here I go stalking the buck again
There he goes, through the sage.
Well you glass the distant hillside, lookin’ for bucks or does
You know they’re out there, as you shiver from the cold
You don’t let it bother you, cause that’s the way it goes.
Some times you see ‘em first at least you hope you can
Glassing basins, ridges and fingers with the lay of the land
No matter how your eyes ache, it’s better than a treestand.
Here I am , spot and stalk again. There I am out of my cage.
Here I go . Fifty yards again.
There he goes, busted in the sage
When you find him in your spotting scope, a couple miles away
You hustle through the coulees, gotta get to him today.
As the sweat pours out your body while crawling into range
Later in the evening, as you are rolling out your bed
With visions of a Booner running through your head.
You build your last campfire, remembering what you said
Here I am, packing out a buck again. There I am, smelling of sage.
Here I go. Full pack again
There I go. Coming of age
Here I am, on the ridge again. There I am glassing the sage
Here I go, down the trail again..
There I go, there I go.
Lotta food fighting going on...