Big And Tall Records got a call from Buzzy's manager that he had a song ready to be recorded. When we asked the agent how Buzzy was feeling, it's always the same answer: "Never better! Ready to be picked up and record a big hit!" Wwe know better than to trust the agent's judgement. Buzzy has had a lot of major health issues, and still does. Last thing we need to do is rush out to where he is, a good hours drive, only to see that he's not feeling well. Buzzy is a real trooper, always tried to insist on coming anyway, so it's a real problem getting hi mto stay where he should and that we'll be back another time. So we gave his Cardiologist a call.
The cardiologist is a big blues fan, and is footing the bill out of his own pocket for Buzzy's stay at the rest home. By the way, don't think it's as bad as the picture looks in the illustration for the video. That was mocked up by our art department to m ake it look old and beat up, what they thought would be more appropriate for the song. No, Buzzy's room is a clean and comfortable large room in a very nice facility, a facility Buzzy wouldn't be in if it weren't for his cardiologist paying for it. So we finally got through to the doctor, a very busy man. He told us that indeed, Buzzy is doing very well. Most of his health issues are stable, and Buzzy is working with the doctors, nutritionists, and nurses to stay that way. He still can't walk very well, probably never will be able to shake the wheel chair, but otherwise he's as healthy as can be, all things considered.
We hired an ambulance to bring him to the studio and take him back, just in case he has any problems, and we draw straws as who is going to go along. Buzzy always wants some company for the trip. It was our editor's turn to go along, and so we knew we'd get a good report of how things went. Here's what he had to say:
Buzzy was in good spirits, was really anxious to get the new song in the can. He said he'd been working on it for quite some time, and got it finished sooner than he thought. He's been getting less visitors now than when he first went to the home. I told him that wad understandable, as the hard-core blues musicians would be there first to pick his brains first, that other fans would be trickling in. He said he didn't mind. He had so many musicians visit that it would leave him worn out.
He told me about the song on the way, how he got the blues one day while he was sitting in his chair looking out the window at the bright sunny day. I told him he could've asked to be wheeled outside, it would have done him good. But he said that wasn't the point. The point was he couldn't go outside on his own and do what he wanted. But he said working on the song really helped, and he wanted to assure me he wasn't off the deep end depressed about things like he used to get. Just the realization yet again how much his life had changed. He was grateful that his life hadn't ended! We agreed with that!
When I sat in on the session, I was amazed at how much stronger his voice was! No more weak wobble to it after he sang for a while. He sang the song over many times to satisfy himself, and the voice was good from the first to the last. And on the trip back to the home he didn't drift off to sleep like usual. And his playing! He made some stellar moves on that old resonator steel guitar he's got! He had suggested some backing for this song as well, something he doesn't always do. Been a mostly solo act all his career, but he said he needed some solid, steady drum backing and other light backing.
Lookin' out the window at the green grass Watchin' afternoon shadows pass... Roses bloomin' willow trees grow tall, Sure looks different when you're starin' at a wall Got the rest home blues Got the rest home blues
Hear the squeak of rubber shoes down the corridor, They bring my medicine then lock the door Nurse gives me a smile, says 'Buzzy, take it slow’ She don’t know about the places my mind can go My heart’s got a zipper, and my legs don't move But this old left hand still 'members the groove
Got the rest home blues but
ain't resting yet Payin' a debt to the road I can't forget Doctor bought the room, doctor pays the bill But the slide on this steel is sure 'gainst my will Can hold my body, can watch my charts But can't put a leash on a heavy-rollin' heart.
Sun's goin down o'er the manicured lawn Another day sittin' here, another day
gone When the lights go dim, and the halls get quiet Me and this steel guitar gonna start us a riot I might be in a chair, might be slow to stand, But I’m still the baddest bluesman in this whole damn land.
Yeah, looking out the window Watching the shadows grow long Still got the mojo, it just lives in a different song.
We at Big And Tall Records are proud of our international catalog, and we've just added a new one, the Parisian chanson singer, Pascal Villon! Pascal brings hsis resonant and flexible baritone voice to the U.S. for the first time. He is here on tour, and was brought to our attention by one of our associates in Canada because of Pascal's visits to French-speaking areas in the past. He of course sings in French, as well as very understandable English. He has been performing for many years and is quite well known in the Paris music scene.
He not only is a favorite performer of many, but also composes most of the songs he sings, which makes him fit right in with the rest of our artists who for the most part are also composers of their own material. He has a good feel for the style, and absolutely a good voice for it as well.
The countries that we have representation for are listed, along with the artists, below:
FRANCE - Pascal Villon ARGENTINA - El Gato POLAND - Zbig Szafranski MEXICO - Un Grupo de Mexicali SWEDEN - Two Swedish Gentlemen IRELAND - Craic Agus Ceol ENGLAND - The Widow Makers
SWITZERLAND - The Alpine Bunch
And many different styles and areas of American music from Country, Blues, Latin American, Jazz, Boogie Woogie, Polka, Humorous, and Political. We could break many of these down further into sub-styles, but the message is that Big And Tall Records will not be pigeon-holed!
Bonjour...My name is Pascal Villon. I am here to sing a chanson for all of you who have had a broken heart. We French have a term for it.... c’est la vie. Paris in May... but the rain, it does not care about the season. Just like you, mon amour... you did not care about the clock.
I sit alone at a table in the corner, Watching the couples
walk by on the street. The waiter brings wine, but it tastes a bit colder, Without the sweet warmth of you when we meet. I look at my watch, it is past midnight, An hour since you walked out the door. You left a smile in the dim cabaret light, And a shadow that steps on the floor.
Oh, c’est la vie, my beautiful friend, Every sweet chapter must come to an end. We danced in the mist by the old Notre Dame, A temporary fire, without any harm I raise my glass to the ghost of your face, Lost in the smoke of this lonely old place. Adieu, mohn ah-moor... c’est la vie.
You told me that writers are dangerous men, They turn a small kiss into tragedy's art. You were right, as I pick up my pen, To measure pieces of
my heavy heart. Your scarf is still here on the back of a chair, A whisper of silk and perfume. A bittersweet ghost in the chilly night air, Haunting this quiet, dark room.
Oh, c’est la vie, my beautiful friend, Every sweet chapter must come to an end. We danced in the mist by the old Notre Dame, A temporary fire, without any harm. I raise up my glass
to the ghost of your face, Lost in the smoke of this lonely old place. Adieu, mohn ah-moor... c’est la vie.
No tears in the wine... non, that is too cheap. Just a quiet goodbye to the secrets we keep.
A while back, we here at Big and Tall Records got a call from the Mariachi group that records for us, Un Grupo de Mexicali. They remembered we had mentioned that we were in the market for a Tango band, and they knew of a bonafide Tango and Milonga band in Buenos Aires, Argentina. We had quite a long conversation, and they assured us we would not be disappointed if we wanted to check them out. They had heard the group in person once when they were on a tour of South America, and they were blown away. They told us that every player in the group is not only a talented instrumentalist, but a more than competent vocalist!
A recommendation like that from Un Grupo de Mexicali was good enough for us to send an associate that is fluent in Spanish to Buenos Aires to check them out with the added authority to sign them to a contract. He did better than that! He signed them, found a recording studio in the city that could make room in their schedule to record. Our agent brought back an album of 5 Tangoes, all original. El Gato insisted that the groups premiere release eshould be a 5-song album, something we've not done before. New artists generally have a first release as one song, but our agent told us El Gato was very convincing (and adamant) that it be an album. He also brought back a very lengthy, detailed report about the group and details about their leader, the man they call El Gato! and the rest of the players You can find the report here and the Interview With El Gato, Part One here, and part Two of the interview here. For profiles of the band members, go here
Beso de Luna - Moonlit Kiss
Us ojos me miran mi cuerpo te siente Un paso un suspiro La noche se enciende
Your eyes gaze
at me The night itself ignites First a step,
then a sigh The night itself ignites
Beso de luna Piel con piel Mi fortuna Sabor a miel
Moonlit kiss
Skin against skin My fortune A
taste of honey
Tu mano me busca mi cintura se arquea El ritmo nos junta la pasión no se niega
Your hand seeks
me out My waist arches The rhythm draws
us together Passion cannot be denied
Beso de luna Piel con piel Mi fortuna Sabor a miel Moonlit kiss
Skin against skin My fortune A
taste of honey
No hay tiempo no hay nada Solo este momento Alma entregada Puro sentimiento
There is no
time, there is nothing Only this moment Soul surrendered
Pure emotion
Beso de luna Piel con piel Mi fortuna Sabor a miel
A kiss by
moonlight Skin against skin My great fortune, taste of honey again Ya Canto el
Tango - I Sing The Tango Yo canto el tango porque es mi salvación si me invitan a bailarlo yo pido explicación Se me enreda la cola con tanta
distinción y hago una reverencia que termina
en empujón
(¡Ay, qué desastre!) Me sale el corazón
I sing the tango because it is
my salvation if they invite me to dance it I
ask for an explanation My tail gets tangled up with so
much distinction and I make a bow that ends in a
shove (Oh, what a disaster!) My heart jumps out of my chest Yo giro, tropiezo me pierdo al
marcar tu suela me mira como queriendo
juzgar Si doy un paso serio me sale otro
fatal Dicen que el gato cae de pie pero
yo caigo fatal
I spin, I stumble I get lost
when keeping the beat your shoe sole looks at me as
if wanting to judge If I take a serious step the
next one is fatal They say a cat lands on his
feet but I fall catastrophically Yo canto el tango yo canto el
tango (porque bailar, no, no, no) Yo canto el tango yo canto el
tango (y me sale mejor así) Un bandoneón me salva cuando
empiezo a caer yo canto el tango yo canto el
tango y me quedo de pie I sing the tango I sing the
tango (because dancing? No, no, no) I sing the tango I sing the
tango (and it turns out better for me this way) A bandoneon saves me when I
start to fall I sing the tango I sing the
tango and I stay on my feet Anoche en la milonga quedé por
aparentar me puse cara de héroe y me fui de
cola al bar La dama me dijo suave"¿usted
sabe caminar?" le dije "sé una cosa: sé
sufrir y sé cantar" (¡Qué elegancia!) No miento, soy así
Last night at the milonga I
showed up just to keep up appearances I put on my hero face and fell
tail-first into the bar The lady said to me softly,
"Do you know how to walk?" I told her, "I know one
thing: I know how to suffer and I know how to sing" (What elegance!) I'm not lying, that's just how
I am Intento un giro noble me gana la
balanza mi sombra va de frente mi cuerpo
va con demora Si hago media vuelta rompo la
porcelana y el maestro de pista ya me
persigue con la cara
I attempt a noble turn gravity
wins the balance game my shadow goes forward my body lags behind If I do a half-turn I break the
porcelain and the floor manager is
already chasing me with "the look" Yo canto
el tango yo canto el tango (porque bailar, no, no, no) Yo canto el tango yo canto el
tango (y me sale mejor así) Un bandoneón me salva cuando
empiezo a caer yo canto el tango yo canto el tango y me quedo de pie
I sing the tango I sing the
tango (because dancing? No, no, no) I sing the tango I sing the
tango (and it turns out better for me
this way) A bandoneon saves me when I
start to fall I sing the tango I sing the
tango and I stay on my feet Si tú quieres verme hacerlo de
verdad ponme una silla cerca y un vaso
para afinar Yo hago el drama entero la pose,
la intensidad pero al primer dos-cuatro me
pierdo en la mitad (Señor bandoneón) No me deje rodar
If you want to see me really do
it right put a chair near me and a glass
to tune my voice I'll do the whole drama the
pose, the intensity but at the first two-four time
signature I get lost right in the middle (Mr. Bandoneon) Don't let me
fall Yo canto el tango yo canto el
tango (porque bailar, no, no, no) Yo canto el tango yo canto el
tango (y me sale mejor así) Si el suelo se complica yo lo dejo
caer yo canto
el tango yo canto el tango y me
quedo de pie Yo canto el tango yo canto el
tango (porque bailar, no, no, no) I sing the tango I sing the
tango (because dancing? No, no, no) I sing the tango I sing the
tango (and it turns out better for me
this way) If the floor gets complicated I
just let it fall I sing the tango I sing the
tango and I stay on my feet I sing the tango I sing the tango (because dancing? No, no, no) Vuelve el Patio -
The Courtyard Memory
Yo guardo la llave de aquel patio
azul, donde tu risa me volvía luz. La ropa en el alambre, la tarde en
flor, y en la mesa vieja tu voz y mi
amor.
Ay, cómo duele volver a mirar, todo tan cerca tan lejos ya.
I hold the key to
that blue courtyard, where your
laughter turned me into light. Clothes on the
line, the afternoon in bloom, and on the old
table, your voice and my love. Oh, how it hurts
to look back again— everything so near,
yet now so far away. Vuelve el patio, vuelve el ayer Vuelve en mi pecho tu modo de ser Vuelve el patio vuelve a nacer Todo lo que fuimos y ya no es
The courtyard
returns, yesterday returns; within my heart
returns the essence of you. The courtyard returns,
it is born anew— everything we once
were, and are no more. Baila la memoria sobre el mantel, tengo en las manos polvo de papel. La radio en silencio, la puerta
también, y yo te nombro como la primera
vez.
Ay, cómo tiemblan mis ganas de
hablar, si en cada esquina te vuelvo a
encontrar.
Memory dances
across the tablecloth; in my hands, I
hold nothing but paper dust. The radio is
silent, the door is silent too; and I speak your
name just like the very first time. Oh, how my urge to
speak begins to tremble, when at every
corner I find you once again. Vuelve el patio, vuelve el ayer vuelve en mi pecho tu modo de ser Vuelve el patio, vuelve a nacer todo lo que fuimos y ya no es
The courtyard
returns, yesterday returns; within my heart
returns the essence of you. The courtyard
returns, it is born anew— everything we once
were, and are no more. Si cierro los ojos te oigo llegar, con tus zapatos golpeando el
umbral. Y aunque la vida me quiera llevar, yo me quedo aquí para recordar.
If I close my
eyes, I hear you arriving— the sound of your
shoes tapping against the threshold. And though life
itself may try to pull me away, I remain right
here, simply to remember. Vuelve el patio vuelve el ayer vuelve en mi pecho tu modo de ser Vuelve el patio, vuelve a nacer todo lo que fuimos y ya no es
The courtyard
returns, yesterday returns; within my heart
returns the essence of you. The courtyard
returns, it is born anew— everything we once
were, and are no more. Baila Conmigo -
Dance With Me Te vi entrar con tu vestido al
viento y el salón se quedó sin aliento Tu risa me llamó desde la mesa del fondo y yo dejé mi pena apoyada en un
hombro
I saw you enter
with your dress flowing in the breeze, and the whole room
was left breathless. Your laughter
called out to me from the table in the back, and I left my
sorrow resting upon a shoulder.
Dame la mano vení más cerca que esta noche larga pide tu
vuelta Si me mirás así se me desarma todo y en un paso tuyo me pierdo yo
solo
Give me your
hand,come a little closer, for this long
night begs for your return. If you look at me
like that, I completely fall apart; and with just a
single step of yours, I lose myself entirely.
Baila conmigo toda la noche Baila conmigo que nadie nos roce Baila conmigo pegada a mi pecho Baila conmigo y olvido el resto
Dance with me all
through the night. Dance with me— let
no one brush against us. Dance with me,
pressed tight against my chest. Dance with me, and
I forget the rest.
Suda el salón late la madera tu pollera dibuja una frontera Yo te sigo el pulso sin hacer
preguntas porque en tu cintura se me ordena
la ruta
The room grows
warm with sweat,the wooden floorboards pulse; your skirt traces
out a boundary between us. I follow your
rhythm without asking questions, for in the curve
of your waist, my path becomes clear.
Tu perfume queda sobre mi camisa y en cada giro tuyo la pena se me
va de prisa
Your perfume
lingers upon my shirt, and with every
turn you take, my sorrow quickly fades away.
Dame la mano vení conmigo que el mundo afuera ya quedó
dormido Si me buscás la boca yo te la
contesto con un beso corto y un abrazo
abierto
Give me your hand,
come along with me, for the world
outside has already fallen asleep. If you seek my
lips,I will answer you with a brief kiss
and an open embrace.
Baila conmigo toda la noche Baila conmigo que nadie nos roce Baila conmigo pegada a mi pecho Baila conmigo y olvido el resto Dance with me all
through the night. Dance with me— let
no one brush against us. Dance with
me,pressed tight against my chest. Dance with me, and
I forget the rest. Cuando amanezca que nos encuentre
juntos con los zapatos gastados y el
corazón al punto Si todo se apaga quedate en mi
centro yo te guardo esta vuelta como un
fuego lento
When dawn breaks
let it find us still together— our shoes worn
thin, our hearts beating in perfect time. If all the lights
go out, stay right here at my center; I will cherish
this moment with you like a slow, smoldering fire.
Baila conmigo toda la noche Baila conmigo que nadie nos roce Baila conmigo pegada a mi pecho Baila conmigo para siempre, mi
tiempo
Dance with me all
through the night. Dance with me—let
no one brush against us. Dance with
me,pressed tight against my chest. Dance with me—forever, my love.
Camaleón Fernet -
Fernet Chameleon
Yo canto el tango ya lo saben bien Muevo la lengua como un tren. Pero esta noche en el bodegón Me encontré con un negro camaleón. Fernet con coca un vaso dos Y la garganta... ¡perdió la voz
I sing the tango you all know
it well I move my tongue like a train. But tonight in the tavern I crossed paths with a black
chameleon. Fernet and Coke one glass, two And my throat has lost its
voice!
Ya lo s-siento en el paladar ¡Che, bandoneón dejá de girar! La letra era triste de puro dolor Pero m'está f-fallando el motor. ¿Era "mi barrio"o era
"mi barro"? ¡S'me pegan los dientes parezco un
cacharro!
I can already f-feel it on my
palate. Hey, bandoneon stop spinning! The lyrics were sad, pure
heartbreak. But my engine is f-failing me. Was it "my neighborhood"or
was it "my mud"? My teeth are sticking
together... Like covered in crud!
¡Ferné' de coca m'hace f-fataaaal! El tango se f-fue ¡un desastre total! Quise cantar como Gardel Y m'estoy cayendo de
la pared. Fernet and Coke is f-fatal for me! The tango is g-gone a total disaster! I wanted to sing like Carlos Gardel... And I'm falling down right off the wall.
¡Hic! ¡Salud! ¡Watch out! Yo m'quedo de pie… ¡Ssss-tá l-listo!
Hiccup!Cheers!
Watch out! I stay on my feet It's
r-ready!...
Ada Shymore, after trying various styles, has found her style in jazz. The first song she recorded for Big And Tall Records was No Way, Big Boy!, a song concerning a refusal to engage in sex with an over-endowed man. Her language was as raunchy as befits the subject, but we've never rejected a song because of language. We look for music and expressive qualities above language. Like it or not, modern times has seen formerly taboo words and phrases being heard in the mainstream. Having said that, it's been interesting to see Ms Shymore's evolution that has gone through rock, pop, the profane, and jazz.
Ms Shymore is still associated with the musicians that make up The Boogie Men, but by mutual agreement, she's dropped them from her recordings. She still works with them, but not exclusively as she works with other groups, some of them that are recording artists with us
Yeah, I may look like a real hot chick But I'm trouble wearin' red lipstick!
You might think I'm a pushover But you don't know how wrong you are Might think I'm like a bed of clover My resistance is ajar That I'm all painted up because I need all the help I can get But I ain't lookin'
for no Santa Claus Trust me, I can be a real threat
Be honest with me, you'll likely see A woman that is faithful and true But I can be trouble in the nth degree If you treat me like an old dirty shoe
Yeah, I may look like a real hot chick But I'm trouble wearin' red lipstick!
Now all that might seem I'm a drag Man, that's furthest from the truth! Ain't talkin' to you
no gag But I sure ain't no kissin' booth! You get skiddish bein' honest Best haul your ass away from me You can do that what you've promised I'll do it too, I guarantee
Be honest of mind, you'll likely find A woman that will treat you right But if you think that I am blind You ain't never seen such a sight!
I could be a really hot lady But if you're anything shady Be warned, I don't sulk and pout! I'll chew you up and spit you out!
Mams Carter flexes her boogie woogie muscles in this new song Hanky Panky. LIke most of her recordings, her son Amos Carter plays the double bass. Amos records for us here at Big And Tall Records, but has not had a recording for awhile. He's probably been busy working at Delmar Gentry's farm taking care of horses, and playing gigs with his own boogie-woogie band. Mother and son play together quite a bit, although she doesn't play many public gigs as she's not fond of public performance. She likes smaller, more intimate gatherings, and she's developed a fondness for recording.
There's a great big difference. Between needing and wanting a man . At this point in my life I'd sure want one, if I can. Once in a while, spend together, Just being there to hang out Companionship is what I'm after Don't want to just lay about
Got some things I just can't abide Smokin' makes the breath too stinky! Without bein' fussy, just nice and clean Just in case I want some hanky panky!
Don't want a man hangin' on me Every hour of the day! Don't want somebody that's so needy That worships every word that I say! Don't want Sir Walter Raleigh Spreading out no damn drape Over a sloppy mud puddle Don't want no man that wears a cape!
Got some things I just can't abide If they're mean in heart and spirit If they love animals, a good sign That sounds like you, let's hear it!
Sounds like I'm particular Guess what...I sure am! Don't want to waste any time With a mopin',surly man Everyone has their sad times Not what I'm talkin' about But some men are just crab assed Ain't what I'm all about!
Got some things I just can't abide A man that doesn't respect, A woman as a human being That doesn't deserve neglect!
So there ya go, my strict no-nos Don't mind a bit of a paunch But if you've got a big beer gut I sure would give you a launch Health as we age gets touchy, We all surely have our ills. I got my share, but can still get around AS long as I take all my pills!
Got some things I just can't abide Smokin' makes the breath too stinky! Without bein' fussy, just nice and clean Just in case... I want some... Hanky panky!
The third installment of a song by The Unknown Singer. Supposed to be The First Lady singing and belly-aching about Jimmy Kimmel's pot shots at her and The President. Of course we know it isn't, but then again we don't know who it is either! It's always delivered the same way - a plain brown envelope with a music CD in it with the name 'Melania' scrawled on it with lipstick! We've got a few mysteries here at Big And Tall Records, but there's always a name and address for an agent included somewhere so they can get paid! We could probably deep dive, spend the money and have someone find out for sure who it is, but as long as the song isn't subversive and it's good, we'll publish it! The Trumps won't like it, but that's the way it is!
You think you so funny... BUT YOU NOT!... You make lots money... lie 'bout da Donald and me... So we take different thing to do! We take you as dependent on income taxes!.. Oh...I forgets....we don’t pay any!
Going to keep on, Mister Kimmel! You going to pay piper Don’t you tell America da Donald wear extra big diaper! Don’t tell America I sit on the toilet on phone! Keep goin' Mister Kimmel, and you fortune is gone!
You not truth tell public, you make up lies! You keep make lots money, so tell you what we do!.. We get cabinet together, they kiss ass... We call attorney big, then we gonna sue you!..
Going to keep on, Mister Kimmel! You give me hissy fits! Don’t you tell America to see first ladies tits! Don’ttell America
all got to do is google! See my tits on interweb so that day can oogle!
Jimmy Kimmel,...Enough all ready, when you going to stop! Don’t push you luck or we going to have to get tough! We get leather collar of dog with big spikes Then you only be able to say RUFF!
Don’t you even think
to mention Jeffrey Epstein! Better think twice, before you getso mean! I was once a Slovakian gangster's moll! They come in the night, take off both your balls!
Da Donald once tried to push me downstairs Time for Big Stanislav... my friend...to make him aware Any thing happen to me, Slovak Mafia take action And send da Donald to hospital in traction! (or worse!)
Going to keep on, Mister Kimmel! You going to pay piper Don’t you tell America da Donald wear extra big diaper! Don’t tell America I sit on the toilet on phone! Keep goin' Mister Kimmel, and you fortune is gone!
Mister Disney, take him off air! You not think it’s so fair! Mister Disney, you make it your goal, Kimmel is American big asshole!
Anybody want pictures of big tits after surgery? Eh? I sell twenty dollars each, 2 for thirty five! Send money, we take Visa or Mastercard, No personal checks, to White House, In care of Big Tits! Don’t worry Post Office work for us We get it!
Once we here at Big And Tall Records aren't surprised by what we get from our artists, we get a song like this one! We are still in the dark about who this Chuck Wagon Calhoun character is, but his songs are a hoot. Now, he's teamed up with our Mariachi artists Un Grupo de Mexicali in this bit of typical Calhoun tall tale telling. And that's all we know. Un Grupo gave us no clue, and of course Calhoun's lips are sealed about who he is. Un Grupo obviously struck up a good relationship with Calhoun as their part in this song is up to their usually high standards. But we don't know if Chuck Wagon went to Mexico, as Un Grupo have vowed to stay out of the U.S. due to the current political climate, or if Un Grupo were in the states unbeknownst. In any case, the song is up to both the artists standards!
HOLA! This here's Chuck Wagon Calhoun! Got a story to tell ye 'bout when I had to Leave the great state of California In a....well....right big hurry.... And what happened when I went south to TIJUANER, MEXICO! YEE HAW! YA'LL!
I rode like hell and made it, Way down south of the border And escape some situations That were a right big disorder Rodein the town of
Tijuaner and met Me some real live bandeeters... And bought them tequiler in the canteener, That's where I seen the senioriter...
She were dancin',playin' them clackity clack bits! Dress ruffly, low cut and a showin' her tits! Spinnin' and a clackin', with the hombres yakkin' Dress raisin', showin' her under paints gave me fits!
One a them thar bandeeters, wearin' a bandelaro, All raggedly dressed, an' wearin' a great big sombrero... Noticed me makin' googly eyes and said to me"Hey Meester!" Jew like what jew see,pay me, jew can have my seester!"...
She kept dancin' , clickin' them clackity clack bits Dress ruffly, low cut and a showin' her tits! Spinnin' and a winkin'all the hombres drinkin'... Dress raisedhigher
, drivin' meout ma wits!
I fer shore fancied her, so I asked him how much it cost? He said, "I like you, only 22 pesos and yoube boss! Her name is Sally, take her toback alley Best young woman you ever come across!
She kept on dancin' ,I gave him the money He brought her back , she were callin' me honey Her brother yelled and swore, she led me out the door And the others began to laugh...what were so funny?
Went out to thealley and she started kissin' on me She were firm and young, and really a might pretty! I was unawares, but then started seein' stars! And then they was nothing else left to see...
Don't know how long it t'wer, I laid out in the sand Face next to a cow turd, cactus near tohand Ma head full of bumps, ma skin covered in lumps Staggered to ma feet, couldn't hardly stand
Finally some federales came ridin' out to help me, Were 'bout daid, pain ma haid, eyes all red, Helped me on a horse, gave me food and water Tol' me "No vuelvas Americano PENDEJO!"
Took me a long time to git healed from that. I vowed I'd swear off women! Damn, all ma troubles seem to happen When I git hooked up with one of 'em! And I really did. ..Swear off 'em... FER ' BOUT 2 DAYS! HAHAHA!
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