A Crazy Dream

BOOTS GULLY POPULATION 24   copyrigght Marnie Sheehan  Mark Smith & David Sheehan 2018

I woke up this morning to a crazy dream, visited the strangest place that I have ever seen

Down in a lonesome gully oon a steep and narrow track, once I started drivin' there was no turning back

In a deep dark holler I got out of the car, saw a meat hook hangin' on a rusty iron bar

I shook and I shivered well where could this place be, saw a sign was hangin in the branches of a tree

Boots Gully Population 24 Boots Gully you won't believe what I saw

Everything was silent the bush was deadly still, birds they did not sing there was no light upon the hill

I went around the corner my heart was filled with fear, but the sight I saw made me grin from ear to ear

Boots Gully etc....

There was a party goin' on by a cottage on the hill, the paddocks were all lit up with a thousand daffodils

The tables were a laden they were groanin' with the weight, a bunch of smiling faces a feast on every plate

well I joined the merry throng til the sun was sinkin' low, and walked back down the road thinkin' I would homeward go

I saw my car was rusted with vines all overgrown, I'd been havin' so much fun I didn't notice time had flown

OH MY FRIEND

Oh my friend, you were the resting place of my soul for so long

Oh my friend, well your love was like a fire I might never, never feel again

This lesson is hard to swallow, nothin' left to do but to follow the road to the next home place

Put on a new face

Oh my friend, ain't it hard how love can turn against the truest heart

Oh my friend, its such a gamble but I never would believe that at the starty

This lesson is hard to swallow, nothin' left to do but to follow the road to the next home place

Put on a new face

Oh my friend, well the fog is closin' round me and I'm travelling blind

Oh my friend, well we had it good and we had it bad I hope for each of us there's something

left to find

This lesson is hard to swallow, nothin' left to do but to follow the road to the next home place

Put on a new face

HEAVY WEATHER

Heavy weather's come again, there is snow and winter rain

We're walkin' on thin ice, will it crack beneath the strain

What is the meaning of it all, just to easy to give in

We can stand or fall, heavy weather's come again

Well I run off the road to happiness, I must have missed a turn

And I'm out here lost in the woods they're about to burn

I'm bout to sink beneath the waves in an ocean of regret

People tell me you get saved but it hasn't happened yet

might be I need a little time though the hour is gettin' late

Should I leave you now or must I hesitate

Well I run off the road to happiness, I must have lost my way

And I'm searchin' through the fog for a brighter day

Heavy weather has come again, how long will it last

The cold and the biting pain, wait a while and it will pass

Heavy weather has come again, how long will it stay

I'm tryin to hold out for just one more day....

DEEP ELEM BLUES

When you go down to Deep Elem to have a little fun better have that $15 ready for when the police come

Oh sweet mama, daddy's got them  Deep Elem Blues

When you go down to Deep Elem put your money in your pants those Deep Elem women don't give a man a chance

Oh sweet mama, daddy's got them Deep Elem Blues

When you go down to Deep Elem put your money in your socks, all those pretty women they'll throw you on the rocks

Oh sweet mama, daddy's got them Deep Elem Blues

I once knew a preacher preached the bible thru and thru, went down to Deep Elem now he's got Deep Elem Blues

Oh sweet mama, daddy's got them Deep Elem Blues

I once had a sweetheart she meant the world to me I went down to Deep Elem

Oh sweet mama, daddy's got them Deep Elem Blues

Oh sweet mama, daddy's got them Deep Elem Blues

Oh sweet mama, daddy's got them Deep Elem Blues

GOD MOVES ON THE WATER

Year of 1912 April the 14th day year Titanic struck an iceberg people had to run and pray

God moves God moves God moves people had to run and pray

The guards who had been watchin' asleep cause they were tired when they heard the great excitement when a gunshot was fired

God moves

Well Captain Smith gave orders women and children first many of the lifeboats piled right up many were liable to crush

God moves

Many had to leave their happy homes all that they possess Jesus won't you hear us now help us in our distress

God moves

AJ Smith the mighty man built a boat that he could not understand named it in the name of the got of tin went out to sea

Noah he pulled it in

God moves God moves God moves well the people had to run and pray

HUME HIGHWAY

Hume highway heading out of town hot north wind & the sun beatin' down

Hume highway callin' to me get out on the road and see what I can see

Hume highway my old friend its been a while good to see you again

Unwinding like a wide ribbon roll release my burden soothe my soul

Ooohh Oooh

Hume highway eatin' up the miles roadhouse coffee every once in a while

You got a lot of stories to tell 'bout the road to heaven, road to hell

A hungry road taking many lives parents children husbands and wives

What's waitin' around the next bend a bunch of flowers a journey's end

Oooo  Ooo

Simpson clouds in a pale blue sky the ragged hills of Gundagai

Double Bs and SUVs brown paddocks and dry gum trees

Hume highway my old friend its been a while good to see you again

Unwinding like a wide ribbon roll release my burden soothe my soul

Aaahhh.......

THI8 OLD HOUSE

I live in this old house for years it's sheltered me thru winds & storms & rain thru joy & misery

It stands and still remains it has not yet turned to dust the walls are cracked & stained & there's a little rust

When this old house was new windows gleaming in the sun it would shine a welcome light for travellers every one

But now that light is dimmed though a glow can still be seen thru the dusty window panes & the worn out front door screen

My thanks to this old house for serving me so well it has memories in store and countless tales to tell

I try to tend it with goodwill I pull the weeds, mow the lawn but time does not stand still and soon this house will be gone

I live in this old house its the only one I know at times it creaks & groans trembles when the cold wind blows

But its here I've made my home for as long as I can stay & I'll live in this old house til my spirit flies away

 

 

 

 

UNDYING LOVE

 

In the Pentland Hills outside of town that's where my love and I lay down

On a bed of leaves with the sky above he promised me undying love

But before too long his love began to cool, runnin' round town he played me for a fool

Every Jane every June every Julie and Jill took a ride with him to the Pentland Hills

 

In the Pentland Hills I put him down in a shallow grave he won't be found

On a bed of leaves with the sky above where is it now undying love

On a bed of leaves with the sky above he promised me undying love

 

Well who'se that yonder all covered in dirt raggedy pants and a bloodstained shirt

Headed into town by the light of the moon he won't lay down he's gonna be here soon

Banging on my door stumblin' round my deck he wants to get his hands around my neck

My screams light up the stars above he promised me undying love

 

 

THIS OLD HOUSE

 

I've lived in this old house for years its sheltered me thru wind and storms and rain thru joy and misery

It stands and still remains has not yet turned to dust the walls are cracked and stained and there's a little rust

When this old house was new windows gleaming in the sun it would shine a welcome light for travellers every one

But now that light has dimmed yet a glow can still be seen thru the dusty window panes and the worn out front door screen

My thanks to this old house for serving me so well it has memories in store and countless tales to tell

Tried to tend it with good will pull the weeds and mow the lawn but time does not stand still and soon this house will be gone

I live in this old house its the only one I know at night it creaks and groans trembles when the cold winds blow

But its here I've made my home for as long as I can stay and I'll live in this old house until my spirit flies away

 

Inside Stories

MISSING YOU copyright m Sheehan 2006

Don’t want to die in a burning car dont want to die in a bomb in a bar

Dont want to die in the jaws of a shark or on a bench out in the park

Dont want to die in a hospital bed dont want to die from a bullet in the head

Dont want to die alone and blue don’t want to die from missing you

Dont want to get caught by a serial killer, dont want to get eaten up by Godzilla

Dont want to get hung on a barbwire fence, don’t want to die in a pestilence

Don’t want to die in a plummeting plane, dont want to die on a subway train

Don’t want to die alone and blue, don’t want to die from missing you

 

Oooo Oo, I’m missin you, I’m missin’ you x 2

 

Don’t want to die from lack of water, or because somebody else thinks I oughta

Dont want to die in a fit of rage, or on a honky tonk stage

Dont want to die before my time & have ‘em all say I was in my prime

Dont want to die alone and blue, dont want to die from missing you

 

IN THE WIND copyright m Sheehan 2006

I know I know that you don’t want to see me no moreI know I know the word is out & that’s for sure

In this little town news goes around like an oilslick on a sandy shoreI heard it in the windI even heard it from the man next door

I know I know you been sayin certain things about meI know I know how the gossips smile & clap their hands with glee

In this little town news gets around around like a fire in a old dead treeI heard it in the windI even heard it from a honeybee

Well I heard it from the baker he was mixin up his doughI heard it from a butcher bird who heard it from a crow

Everybody seems to know just what you plan to doWhy haven’t I heard it from you

I know I know that you dont’ want to see me no moreI know I know my ears are burnin’ that’s for sure

In this little town news gets around, be someone else’s turn before longI heard it in the wind& now you’ve heard it in this song

 

MAMA WAS A GOODTIME GIRL copyright m Sheehan 2006

Mama was a goodtime girl Mama was a goodtime girl

She’d turn up to a party drippin’ with perfume charm the pants off every single man in the room show off her diamonds and pearls

Mama was a goodtime girl

Mama was a goodtime girl Mama was a goodtime girl

She liked to go out dancing, heaven knowsShe liked to step out and step on people’s toes

She lived her life in a whirl mama was a goodtime girl

Mama was a goodtime girl Mama was a goodtime girl

Well she’s down to the club every night of the weekDrink four or five whiskeys and bring home some freak

Round the living room they’d twirl Mama was a goodtime girl

I know she loved us but she didn’t understand     

She thought that to survive and feel real inside She’d need a couple of drinks and a man

Mama was a goodtime girl Mama was a goodtimer gitl

Sometimes she felt too tired to cook and cleanWhen we wanted her attention she could get real mean

She’d scream until it shook our world Mama was a goodtime girl

Mama was a goodtime girl Mama was a goodtime girl

We had an uncle Boris and an Uncle StanUncle Vince Uncle Kwame and Uncle Tran

She spread her love all over the world Mama was a goodtime girl

 

PEACE & QUIET BLUES copyright m Sheehan 2006

I reached the time of life where I enjoy some peace & quietI reached the time of life where I enjoy some peace & quiet

I’m givin’ up cigarette smoking I’m on the liver cleansing diet

Well the signs of ageing they are a creeping up on me I got wrinkles I got dimples where there never used to be

Now all my friends have got arthritis, bad backs and dodgy livers too

& some are dearly departed from rockin’ pneumonia & boogie woogie fluI thought

I saw the devil out the corner of my eye

I’m wonderin’ is he come to get me or is he just passing by

I reached the time of life to treasure family & friends

And in the arms of my loved ones someday I hope my journey endsBut not, but not too soon

 

DOWN AT THE FISH SHOP copyright m Sheehan 2006

Down at the fish shop on a Friday night There was a large barramundi, bin there since SundayAnd next to him was a jewellian bream

And two delicious whiskery fishesAnd a crayfish with wobbly eyes and a shark

Down at the fish shop on a Friday nightSweating and smoking they were packed in tight

And two little whiting were screaming and fightingIn the winding queue they were black and blue

And one round potata said ‘I’ll see ya later’To the crayfish with wobbly eyes and the shark

Ay ay ay ay flip flop and fry

Down at the fish shop on a Friday night Shoulder to shoulder waiting for a bite

I’ll have a piece of flake and 2 potato cakesDon’t touch the scallops or else you’ll get a wallop

My stomach’s empty and the crayfish tempts methe crayfish with wobbly eyes and the shark

Ay ay ay ay flip flop and fry Piece of flake, potato cake and the crayfishWith wobbly eyes and the shark

 

c 2014 marni sheehan