Songs Of The Kingwood Kowboy

Scraps And Shreds (Larry W Jones 11/17/2020) (song #7742)

Scraps and shreds, broken pieces

Of yesterday’s love affair

Scraps and shreds, pain increases

Almost more than I can bear

Your portrait dear, is signed with love

And I still have your left hand glove

You left scraps and shreds, little things

That play on hearts of broken strings

Scraps and shreds, broken pieces

Of yesterday’s love affair

(Instrumental)

Our castle once was built with love

And in it we would dance and play

Now there are only pieces of

The remnants of that brighter day

Scraps and shreds, broken pieces

Of yesterday’s love affair

Scraps and shreds, pain increases

Almost more than I can bear

Scraps and shreds, broken pieces

Of yesterday’s love affair

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September Sunset (Larry W Jones 11/17/2020) (song #7741)

Summer has departed, September sunset

Orange glow through my window

For some moments still dwell

Again I dream of Spring, such a lovely thing

A time for wedding rings

And all the world was well

(Instrumental)

Two hearts then were happy, our skies were blue

Dreams almost came true

For me and for you

Summer has departed, September sunset

I wonder if yet

You remember too

(Instrumental)

Two hearts then were happy, our skies were blue

Dreams almost came true

For me and for you

Summer has departed, September sunset

I wonder if yet

You remember too

Summer has departed, September sunset

I wonder if yet

You remember too

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You Are The Chorus Of My Song (Larry W Jones 02/21/2021) (song #7751)

All love songs I wrote meant nothing

They were just words found in my mind

For I wrote them all while rushing

To fill a page with empty lines

Oh, I received some accolades

For lines I wrote that led to fame

But for me it was just charades

Until that time in which you came

(Instrumental)

I always knew you were special

Words can’t describe a love so strong

Each line I now write so careful

You are the chorus of my song

Oh, we were young and had to grow

I’m sorry that it took so long

This heart of mine wants you to know

You are the chorus of my song

(Instrumental)

My early poems were soon noticed

But most were written while so blue

I never thought I’d be focused

Only on words describing you

Oh, we were young and had to grow

I’m sorry that it took so long

This heart of mine wants you to know

You are the chorus of my song

This heart of mine wants you to know

You are the chorus of my song

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Town Of My Childhood Days (Larry W Jones 11/16/2020) (song #7740)

Now, I’ve been around, far outbound

And now I know why people say

I’ll return to where I still yearn

For the town of my childhood days

I can still see that big oak tree

That grows in Summer’s field of hay

Her name and mine I carved with glee

In the town of my childhood days

(Instrumental)

In school I sat way in the back

Most times I would avoid her gaze

Our house was just a little shack

In the town of my childhood days

Where is she now, I wonder still

I know she has gone her own way

Her house was big, upon a hill

In the town of my childhood days

(Instrumental)

I recall that banana split

With ice cream and sweet cherry glaze

But no banana was put in it

In the town of my childhood days

And in my childhood memories

One scene in mind is still ablaze

The gym burned down in a strong breeze

In the town of my childhood days

(Instrumental)

Well, here I am now, back in time

Old memories still on display

Today I watched as the sun did shine

On the town of my childhood days

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Stream Of Brandy (Larry W Jones 11/13/2020) (song #7739)

Bout a mile west of El Paso on a dry Texas day

Next to his saddle and lasso a dying cowboy lay

His good friend sat beside him as his wound was flowing red

With ears trying to hear the last words that his old pal said

Pardner, old pardner, I think it’s high time I said goodbye

I know that stage is a-comin’, I hear it gettin’ nigh

Be sure to tell the stage coach driver where to make a stop

Where a stream of brandy flows down from the high mountain top

(Instrumental)

You and me rode trails together and rambled all around

In both fair and stormy weather we slept out on the ground

Old pal, don’t let me miss that Butterfield stage and that stop

Where a stream of brandy flows down from the high mountain top

Tell my sweet San Francisco girl not to worry at all

I’m through with ridin’ drag, cause I’ve heard my last cattle call

I won’t have to wash my Levis or change my dirty socks

Where a stream of brandy flows down from the high mountain top

(Instrumental)

When I’m gone tell her that everything’s gonna be alright

That I’m somewhere out there just sleeping day and night

And I’m not ridin’ trails and I won’t need no barber shop

Where a stream of brandy flows down from the high mountain top

Pardner, old pardner, I think it’s high time I said goodbye

I know that stage is a-comin’, I hear it gettin’ nigh

His head went down and he closed his eyes when his breathing stopped

His pal tossed his saddle and lasso to the stage baggage top

(Instrumental)

Pardner, old pardner, I think it’s high time I said goodbye

I know that stage is a-comin’, I hear it gettin’ nigh

Be sure to tell the stage coach driver where to make a stop

Where a stream of brandy flows down from the high mountain top

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Du Bist Der Refrain meines Liedes (Larry W Jones 02/21/2021) (song #7751)

(You Are The Chorus Of My Song)

translation from English to German by Julia Heyne

Alle meine Lovesongs waren leer

Mur Worte aus meinem Verstand

Eilig schrieb isch sie alle und mehr

Um Seiten zu fullen mit meiner Hand

Oh, ich bekam Preise dafur zur Ehre

Fur Songs mit meinem Namen

Aber ich fuhlte nur eine Leere

Bus du und deine Liebe in mein Leben kamen

Du bist was ganz Besonderes fur mich

So eine starke Liebe fuhlte ish noch nie

Zeile fur Zeile schreibe ich nur fur dich

In meinem Song bist du die Melodie

Wir waren jung und das heist

Ich brauchte Zeit und will jetzt wie nie

Dass du ganz sicher weisst

In meinem Song bist du die Melodie

Meine Lovesongs aus fruherer Zeit

Werden in Vergessenheit bleiben

Meine Gedanken suchen so weit

Nach Worten, die Dich beschreiben

Wir waren jung und das heist

Ich brauchte Zeit und will jetzt wie nie

Dass du ganz sicher weisst

In meinem Song bist du die Melodie

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Son Of Pancho Villa (Larry W Jones 11/12/2020) (song #7737)

In a border town just north of Manzanilla

He was slurpin’ on a cone of sweet vanilla

Cowboys were dancin’ to an old Crosley jukebox

And their boot scoots were a little unorthodox

As that old Crosley was spinnin’, there came a boom

The wood dance floor started thinnin’, and pretty soon

He saw at the swingin’ doors a man standin’ there

He was the son of Pancho Villa, with a glare

It was a few years back, they laid old Pancho down

His son was on attack from Manzanilla town

In the bar was a Ranger, a real tough wrangler

Here’s what the Texas Ranger said to the stranger

Son of Pancho Villa, north of Manzanilla

Be careful ‘fore you make me drop my vanilla

Come on over here and belly up to the bar

Cause if you don’t, I’ll think you’ve gone a-ways too far

Now, that son of Pancho Villa was not so smart

Paid no attention to the Ranger from the start

He grabbed the nearest cowboy and gave him a bonk

Tried to kiss Miss Lulu, queen of the honky tonk

When the Ranger saw that things were gittin’ rowdy

He figured it was time for him to say Howdy

Son of Pancho Villa, north of Manzanilla

Didn’t know how strong a man gets from vanilla

Son of Pancho Villa, north of Manzanilla

You done made me drop my cone of sweet vanilla

Then the Ranger took Miss Lulu from Villa’s arms

And he commenced to tell her she was in no harm

That’s when son of Pancho Villa saw his big chance

He swung a cone of vanilla, but it just glanced

The Texas Ranger said he felt a blast of wind

And that young son of Pancho thought he’d try again

Son of Pancho Villa, up here you’re a stranger

And I like vanilla, said the Texas Ranger

Son of Pancho carried his gun outside his pants

But against the Ranger, he didn’t stand a chance

The son of Pancho Villa shot out all the lamps

But when they were lit again, all knew who was champ

Son of Pancho Villa, north of Manzanilla

Was dead as the Ranger licked his vanilla

Son of Pancho Villa, north of Manzanilla

Be careful ‘fore some Ranger drops his vanilla

So, take note all you sons of Ponchos and strangers

You might take a lickin’ from a Texas Ranger

Son of Pancho Villa, north of Manzanilla

Was dead as the Ranger licked his vanilla

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Things I’d Like To Tell You (Larry W Jones 11/12/2020) (song #7738)

It might be harmful if thoughts could be read

Some things are better never known than said

When it comes to love some will never know

How much a heart can love another so

There are things I’d like to tell you, but it’s so hard to do

Such things as, that I know your love for me will not come true

When I see you from a distance my poor heart breaks in two

Yes, there are things I’d like to tell you, if you only knew

(Instrumental)

When we were still in high school it began

You led the softball team, I was your fan

Then you went your way and I went on mine

But some things never disappear with time

There are things I’d like to tell you, but it’s so hard to do

Such things as, that I know your love for me will not come true

When I see you from a distance my poor heart breaks in two

Yes, there are things I’d like to tell you if you only knew

Yes, there are things I’d like to tell you, if you only knew

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A Painting From My Memory (Larry W Jones 11/11/2020) (song #7736)

Sometimes a famous painting can be deceiving

One can be reminded of love that’s true

Don’t let yourself be deceived into believing

For her sweet lips now smile for someone new

Look closely, it’s a painting from my memory

And the colors I used are mostly blue

Her Mona Lisa face, I painted cleverly

But her sweet lips now smile for someone new

(Instrumental)

She’s gone, but here in my memory I kept it

Yes, that old flame of love that once we knew

But now, she’s just a canvas and I’ll accept it

For her sweet lips now smile for someone new

Look closely, it’s a painting from my memory

And the colors I used are mostly blue

Her Mona Lisa face, I painted cleverly

But her sweet lips now smile for someone new

Look closely, it’s a painting from my memory

But her sweet lips now smile for someone new

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Write Me A Letter (Larry W Jones 11/11/2020) (song #7735)

Write me a letter by your own hand

Don’t come here with Covid-19 flu

Write me a letter from the heartland

Then dear I won’t get the virus too

Write me a letter cause you’re now banned

Your Covid-19 might make me blue

Wear a brand new glove on your right hand

Then dear I won’t get the virus too

(Instrumental)

Write me a letter by your own hand

Don’t come here with Covid-19 flu

Write me a letter from the heartland

Then dear I won’t get the virus too

Your Covid-19 I’m afraid of

It’s worse than any old winter flu

Write me a letter don’t come near love

Then dear I won’t get the virus too

Then dear I won’t get the virus too

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