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Native Son

by T. R. Munday

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1.
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 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
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 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 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 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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Native Son contains nine songs that are uniquely American. Tinged with a Blues flavor it is simple, easy to listen to music that tells a story.

Downloads of the digital album are being offered through Bandcamp on the basis of 'name your price (no minimum)' in the great tradition of Chicago's Maxwell Street open air music. Pay if you can, but if you cannot, enjoy the music anyway, and if you do enjoy the music, tell a friend or send it as a gift. Maxwell Street in Chicago was a place for Bluesmen and other musicians to perform from the 1930s until the last open air performance in the year 2000. Its heyday was from the late 1940s until the early 1970s. It was a remarkable place.

Special thanks to Greg Jacobs gregjacobsmusic.com

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released December 8, 2021

drums: James Dooley
cover photographic art: Brian Milo www.brianmilo.com

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T. R. Munday Chicago, Illinois

If you enjoy the Blues, check out Anni Piper's vocals and her great bass guitar: annipiper.bandcamp.com

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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