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I'm Already Leavin'
02:35
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I'm Already Leavin'
T R Munday
I'm already leavin'
Got my coat, my bag is packed
Yes I'm already leavin'
Headin' out. Ain't comin' back
With the wind I will be goin'
And the sunshine on my face
Headin' down that two lane blacktop
Goin' to some other place
Don't know where I might be goin'
All I know is I'll be gone
Don't know where my feet will take me
Adios good bye so long
When the hour of leavin's come and gone
Like a shadow on the floor
I'll be rollin' down that highway
You won't see me any more
I'll be rollin' down that highway
You won't see me any more
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O'Joe the Catfish
04:06
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O'Joe the Catfish
T R Munday
Way down at the bottom of the river
Way down where the catfish go
Way down at the bottom of the river
Lives a fish they call O-Joe
That O-Joe he's a big one
Daddy says older than me
That O-Joe he's a big one
I'll turn eleven in a couple weeks
My fishing pole is made of willow
It'll bend but it don't break
My fishing pole is made of willow
Catch the big ones that's what it takes
Got a stick tied on my fish line
And I tied it on just right
Got a stick tied on my fish line
It stands right up when I get a bite
Brought my fish pole and a tin can
In that can I've got my bait
Brought my fish pole and a tin can
Throw out my line and sit and wait
There you see that stick's a-jigglin'
That O-Joe's nibblin' on my hook
There you see that stick's a-jigglin'
Pull it up, my bait's been took
That O-Joe, he's a smart one
And it's gettin' pretty late
That O-Joe, he's a smart one
Fished all day, he just took my bait
Caught one bass and a couple crappies
But O-Joe he got away
Caught one bass and a couple crappies
Guess I'll come back another day
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On the Run
02:04
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On The Run
copyright T R Munday
The whole state of Texas is after me
Gonna take my freedom and liberty
Runnin' hard and layin' low
Headed for the border of Mexico
My troubles start on Friday night
Drinkin' up some got in a fight
They take me over to the Houston jail
Ain't got no money to go my bail
A mean old boy with a gang tattoo
He come on over says you are new
That big man says I'm the one you pay
I cut his throat with a razor blade
The very next day they took me down
The judge says son you're prison bound
They haul me down to the Huntsville pen
They open the cell they throw me in
A year goes by and it wasn't hard
When I slipped that cell and jumped a guard
I took his keys I took his gun
Climbed that wall and I'm on the run
Runnin' hard and layin' low
Headed for the border of Mexico
The state of Texas is after me
Gonna take my freedom and my liberty
Tonight I'll wade the Rio Grande
Nobody in Texas gonna' catch this man
Mexico is where I'll be
That Huntsville prison seen the last of me
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Driving Steel
03:20
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Driving Steel
copyright T R Munday
Drivin' steel drivin' steel drivin' steel
Lord lord
Drivin' steel drivin' steel drivin' steel
Lord lord lord I'm drivin' steel
Drive that steel on down boy
Drive that steel on down
Down down down boy
Drive that steel on down
Three swings of the hammer
Drive that spike on down
Three swings of the hammer
Drive that spike on down
Drive that spike on down boy
Down down down
Nine pounds to the hammer
Nine pounds every swing
Nine pounds to the hammer
Nine pounds every swing
Nine pounds to the hammer
Make that steel ring
Ten spikes to the rail boys
Ten spikes to the rail
Ten spikes to the rail boys
Ten spikes to the rail
Drive them spikes on down boys
Ten spikes to the rail
Ten hours to the day man
Ten hours to the day
Ten hours to the day man
Ten hours to the day
Ten hours to the day man
To earn a dollar's pay
Four hundred rails to the mile boy
Four hundred rails to the mile
Four hundred rails to the mile boy
Four hundred rails to the mile
Swing that hammer down boy
You'll be here a while
Drivin' steel drivin' steel drivin' steel
Lord lord
Drivin' steel drivin' steel drivin' steel
Lord lord lord I'm drivin' steel
Lord lord lord I'm driving steel
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Me And Johnny Michaels
03:17
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Me and Johnny Michaels
copyright 2020 T R Munday
Me and Johnny Michaels
Rode out one fine spring day
Leavin' out of Illinois
To live the cowboy way
Johnny had a gelding
And me a swaybacked mare
Each of us wore Stetson hats
We were a dashing pair
Johnny had a Navy Colt
Me I had my rope
We crossed the Mississippi
With a lot of other folk
Go west young man they told us
Go west young man they'd say
Go west young man they told us
And we were on our way
We wandered down to Fort Worth
A cow town through and through
I signed up with a cattle ranch
And Johnny he did too
We rode on our to Cheyenne
And said goodbye one day
Me I kept on herding cows
Johnny took the outlaw way
Who knows where the story ends?
I'm riding for the brand
There is a price on Johnny's head
He is a wanted man
Go west young man they told us
Go west young man they'd say
Go west young man they told us
And we were on our way
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Roads That Lead to Trouble
copyright 2019 T R Munday
Oh my
Oh my
Oh! Oh! Oh!
There are roads that you don't want to walk down
You find them everywhere
There are roads that you don't want to walk down
You find them everywhere
If nobody ever told you
Well you should be aware
Oh my
Oh my
Oh! Oh! Oh!
There are roads that lead to trouble
And sorrow and pain
There's roads that lead to trouble
And sorrow and pain
There's roads that you don't want to walk down
I'll tell you once again
Oh! Oh! Oh!
There are roads that lead to prison
Or to an early grave
There's roads that lead to prison
Or to an early grave
It's best to pass them right on by
Now listen to what I say
Oh! Oh! Oh!
There are roads filled with temptation
And they look mighty nice
There's roads filled with temptation
And they look mighty nice
But on those roads filled with temptation
Man you'll have to pay the price
Oh my
Oh my
Oh! Oh! Oh!
There are roads that I have travelled
Where I wish I hadn't gone
There's roads that I have travelled
Where I wish I hadn't gone
But there ain't no going back my friend
All you can do is move along
All you can do is move along
Oh my
Oh my
Oh! Oh! Oh!
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There Was an Old Lady That Swallowed a Fly
(Traditional) - as sung by T R Munday
There was an old lady who swallowed a fly
I don't know why she swallowed the fly
I guess she'll die
There was an old lady who swallowed a spider
It wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly
I don't know why she swallowed the fly
I guess she'll die
There was an old lady who swallowed a bird
That's what I heard, she swallowed a bird
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly
I don't know why she swallowed the fly
I guess she'll die
There was an old lady who swallowed a cat
Imagine that, she swallowed a cat
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly
I don't know why she swallowed the fly
I guess she'll die
There was an old lady who swallowed a hound
With a gurgling sound she swallowed a hound
She swallowed the hound to catch the cat
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly
I don't know why she swallowed the fly
I guess she'll die
There was an old lady who swallowed a goat
She opened her mouth and it slid down her throat
She swallowed the goat to catch the hound
She swallowed the hound to catch the cat
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly
I don't know why she swallowed the fly
I guess she'll die
There was an old lady who swallowed a horse
She's dead, of course
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A Little Rain Will Do
03:11
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A Little Rain Will Do
written by Greg Jacobs
As sung by T R Munday
There was powder dust on the section line road
Like flour spilled on the kitchen floor
It ain't rained since early spring
Over a hundred and thirty days or more
That little pond at the foot of the hill
It was drier than a July wind
Loaded up the cows and we took 'em to town
Brought nothin' took 'em home again
It was dry in nineteen-thirty
It was dry in thirty-two
I don't need a New Deal handout
A little rain will do
My grandpa set beneath the shade of a post oak
Pulled out his watch and he looked at the sky
Wondered out loud will it ever rain
I can't remember when it was this dry
He looked at his wife and his dusty children
And he pondered the fate of a farmin' man
You make a crop and it ain't worth nothin'
Next year the weather got him again
It was dry in nineteen-thirty
It was dry in thirty-two
I don't need a New Deal handout no
A little rain will do
Well my grandpa said that Hoover tried to starve them to death
Just because they were poor
They held on to one another
One another's all they had before
He finally gave and swallowed his pride
Made a mark for credit at the general store
Cost a penny a pound for cotton
The next year it cost two cents more
It was dry in nineteen-thirty
It was dry in thirty-two
I don't need a New Deal handout
A little rain will do
Well he told me once you better stick to your business
Don't be drinkin' and actin' the fool
I spent the best years of my life
Lookin' at the backside of a mule
And he told me once you better get you some schoolin'
Take a look at me and these calloused hands
Don't forget where you were raised boy
Keep yourself a tie to the land
It was dry in nineteen-thirty
It was dry in thirty-two
I don't need a New Deal handout
A little rain will do
No I don't need a New Deal handout
A little rain will do
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You Can Ride a Greyhound Bus
copyright 2018 T R Munday
You can ride a Greyhound bus or get a ticket for a train
Get yourself a rental car or hop aboard a plane
(Transportation!)
Me I'm standing on the side of the road with my thumb sticking out
Guitar case and a duffel bag that's what it's all about
(Hitchhiking!)
Headed out of Janesville on good old Thirty-Nine
Got a ride from a preacher man down to the Illinois line
(Interstate highways!)
He asked me if my soul was saved I told him not quite yet
But I'm working on it father I'm as saved as I can get
(Hallelujah!)
Got a ride through Rockford in a big old semi-truck
Said if you don't mind me saying you look like you're down on your luck
(Eighteen wheeler!)
I'll tell you mister and I won't lie
I'd have to get better before I could die
(Exaggeration!)
(spoken: I stole that line from Hank Williams. He's dead he won't mind.)
Come on board the driver said I'll get you down the road
I'm going to Peoria where I'll pick up a load
(Yeah baby! Long ride!)
I climbed up in that tractor cab and then I flashed a smile
I appreciate your stopping I've been waiting there a while
(Goodbye entrance ramp!)
Got a gig down in St. Louis starting Friday night
Got four days to get there and I'm used to travelling light
(Cash money!)
Now I didn't tell that driver that he'd be in a song
But I started working on just that thing as we rolled right along
(spoken: Much appreciated. I'll just get out here)
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T. R. Munday Chicago, Illinois
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T. R. Munday resides in Northern Illinois, by way of Texas and California.
Musically, he has been most influenced by Mississippi John Hurt, Johnny Cash, and a whole host of Mississippi Delta and Chicago Bluesmen.
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