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912 Greens

アーティスト:Ramblin' Jack Elliott  アルバム:Young Brigham 

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Version 1 from Young Brigham (1968) Around about 1953 I went down to New Orleans Perhaps I should say many years ago It was in the summer time I went down there with Frank and Guy We sang and bust our way through the Smoky Mountains And on down to New Orleans And while we were down there, we had a name of a fella to look up Billy Fair was a five-string banjo picker Lived in a house called 912 Toulouse Street And the way we found him, well that was a whole 'nother song Let's just say we found Billy Fair And he took us over there to 912 Toulouse Street The only entrance I knew to this place Was over a back fence up an alley And over a fence, by some garbage cans, look out for that rusty nail Now you're up, now you're over And there was a cement over patio With a pave of concrete, with a banana tree in the middle it Well, I never did see no banana hanging on it As they said it was a banana tree And a wooden staircase leading up to a wooden balcony That connected all the various different musicians And different various pads And a grey cat with three legs named Grey That used to lope along and fall down 'Cause Grey he had a stroke, couldn't run too good on them three legs no how It was very hot there and humid in August What with the wind coming off the Mrs Miller River by the Jack's Brewery And around towards sundown, the weather broke and the To a tropical rainstorm and the rain came And there was this girl there who had once been an ex-ballet dancer And she took all her clothes off and danced around in the rain Around the banana tree, around and around And I followed suit Until the rain stopped So naturally everybody ran indoors And we sat around drinking Billy Fair's wine And getting acquainted till it was almost sun-up And as day started breaking, everybody start splitting Over that back alley fence Which was the only entrance I ever knew to that place And I split too Stayed around three weeks in New Orleans Never did see the light of day And I never have been back Did you ever, stand and shiver Just because you were, looking at a river Version 2 from Kerouac's Last Dream (1981) Here come this little blue car, I think it was a Plymouth All the way from L.A. into New York town and I was fooling around in Washington Square Park playing guitar There was fiddles and banjos and mandolins Everybody was singing songs One Sunday afternoon, Guy and Frank They came in this little car They were on their way to North Carolina Said they's going down there to hear some live music And they invited me to come along on their trip Threw my guitar in the back seat and we took off down Highway 301 Past Richmond, down across the North Carolina line Guy's uncle lived on a farm near the ocean On the coast of North Carolina Neighbor was a fisherman, took us out on his boat And we went shrimp fishing We caught some shrimp, mostly we caught some sunburn Got back just in time for dinner Boy, was that good, Southern cooking Black eyed peas, corn bread, oakry, buttered beans After the dinner, dishes were put away We're sitting on the porch watching a thunder shower


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