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Johnny Cash where are you now?
I’m on the second floor of the Queen Hotel
It’s Sunday night and we’re nowhere in sight
In the middle of Saint-Quentin
Dans ma chambre je sors mon blues harp
La nuite icite tout est muet comme une carpe
Puis les dimanches les garages sont fermés
Même les danseuses sont en congé !
Johnny Cash, I’m talkin’ to you
We didn’t think to stay, we were just passing through
But now we’re in the Queen Hotel
with the Sunday Saint-Quentin blues
Les gars sur leurs Harleys zigzagent le main drag
Les gamins en bécique nous trouvent une bonne blague :
L’homme avec sa tresse, puis l’autre avec sa barbe
Ils nous prennent pour un couple d’outardes
Perdus – mais non, c’qui c’est passé
sur la 180 nous avons frappé
des gros – énormes – nids de poule
pis le char roule pu, mais pantoute
In the window of the old town store
Where no one buys or sells anymore
The artificial girl holds an artificial rose
She maintains the same old pose
She’s been standing there forever, forever and a year
Just waiting for the annual Festival Western
Ça commence la semaine prochaine – on va-tu être là encore ?
Toute la ville est décorée de silhouettes noires
De cowboys et de cowgirls, de chevaux et chariots
Y’a des bottes de foin, y’aura même un rodéo
But I believe, Johnny Cash, tonight we all miss you
with the Sunday Saint-Quentin blues
Yeah I believe, Johnny Cash, tonight we all miss you
with the Sunday Saint-Quentin blues
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Harmonica Rag
02:09
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Take me down to the Main Street
Take me down to the main street, where I’ve often walked before
We can find someplace to go, where we can drink & talk some more
I want to check places that I used to go
Maybe see old faces that I used to know
Some of them you wouldn’t want to know
When I first came to the main street, from three thousand miles away
It wore an aura of seedy romance, and the smell of sweet decay
With my young eyes wide I looked all around
Poets and barflies, they were thick on the ground
Some of them are my good friends now
When I first lived on the main street, I was as broke as I could be
I’d beg soup bones from the butcher’s shop, get ten cups from a bag of tea
I’d fill my pockets at the grocery store
Buy some milk & head for the door
Somehow I never got caught
When I walked out on the main street, in my young bohemian days
I knew it was the place for me, I knew I could always stay
But now I’m older, got a family
I moved all the way out to NDG
But some of that main street’s in me still.
© Patrick Hutchinson, 1990, SOCAN
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9 to 5
03:25
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Tired every morning, tired every morning
I wake up from my bed
Tryin’ to stop the music, that’s playin’ in my head.
I got a job to go to, bad job to go to
I work nine to five
Well, hello Dolly, but I’m being eaten alive.
I gotta quit my job, quit my job
Before I lose my mind.
Oh, I sure like the dough…. Baby, I’ll get by.
It’s not like I haven’t, not like I haven’t
Been here before
But this will be the last time, I’m not comin’ back this way no more
I’ll get a gig in a nightclub, just a few blocks down
… downtown.
Everybody knows: you got to work somehow.
And when I go drinking, I’ll make do with some other kind
… of wine.
I’ll have a whole lot less … oooh … to worry my mind.
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The Bin Hoker’s Waltz
04:44
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The Bin Hoker's Waltz
Well he's got no alarm clock, but he rises with the lark
Just to pick up the empties, that were left in the park
He's got a pole across his shoulders, like a peddler of old
With a bag at each end, full of treasures untold
He's doing the Bin Hoker's Waltz
There's a place where the kids go, the ones that don't fit in
And he's welcome inside there, when he's cashed in his tins
He gets a pint or a coffee, sits quiet at the bar
And he loses himself, in the talk and guitars
He's doing the Bin Hoker's Waltz
Then the band strikes a song up, he thinks he once knew
Yeah he had it on a single, back in '72
And the years and indignities just fall away
And he's out on the dance-floor, and he starts to sway
He's doing the Bin Hoker's Waltz
Someone slides him a plate, "You want the rest of my chips?"
And he nurses his drink, with the smallest of sips
And it's better than dodging the cops on the beat
But come closing time, he'll be back on the street.
He's doing the Bin Hoker's Waltz.
© Patrick Hutchinson, 2019, SOCAN
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Finnish Polka
01:30
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Comes the Night
03:22
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Worried, I’m so worried
Work taking up all of my time
Haven’t seen my baby
Since my work began
Hmm hmmm … comes the night
Reefer is my only friend
Ah, we’ll have a good time
When I come to town
Well it won’t be tomorrow
But you know I’ll try to make it down
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10. |
Guitar Rag
03:21
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12. |
Nobody’s Businesses
04:35
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Black Pine Waltz
03:02
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14. |
Sweet Gene Vincent
02:58
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BluesReel Montreal, Québec
BluesReel is a harmonica-guitar duo inspired by the folk tradition from both sides of the Atlantic. Based in Montreal, BluesReel plays a compelling repertoire of traditional tunes, blues and original compositions. A bit of rawk and roll has also been known to creep in to the mix. ... more
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