I suddenly decided to play an old country cowboy song, Old Paint which I learned originally from the second Loudon Wainright LP. It's a traditional song
I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan
I'm going to Montana for to throw the hoolian
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, and their backs are all raw
Ride around little dogies, ride around slow
For the Firey and Snuffy are a rarin' to go
Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son
One went to college and the other went wrong
His wife she died in a pool-room fight
And still he keeps singing from morning 'til night
Ride around little dogies, ride around slow
For the Firey and Snuffy are a rarin' to go
When I die take my saddle from the wall
Lead me down to my pony, take him out of his stall
Put my bones on his back, point our faces to the west
And we'll ride the prairie, that we love the best
Ride around little dogies, ride around slow
For the Firey and Snuffy are a rarin' to go
Cajun music, Cajun food
This is a man who knows his onions
Allons Danser
( I added a verse in cajun french that day )
This is the video from the April 1st gig.
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