Title in the Lyric

[TheRedHead]

Andy, I heard this one on the King Biscuit Flour Hour driving one night in Florida and we were under the influence of an unnamed substance. I had to pull over because I laughed so hard I almost peed on myself. Some kind soul on the newsgroup rec.audio.something sent me a tape of it and it is one of my most treasured songs. I have about 30,000 pieces of recorded music.

Anyway, it's not THAT old (maybe 1949). I refrained from the Gregorian chants..

 

[TheRedHead]

Tamas is a cheater...

Here's the song in it's entirety. It loses a bit without the slapping and wailing

Come here gol-darned you
Take that and that and that

That's right

Slap her down again pa
Slap her down again
Make her tell us more pa
Tell us where she's been
We don't want our neighbors
Talkin' bout our kin
Slap her down again pa
Slap her down again

Well pa and ma were so darn sore
They woke me up one night
There was an awful cussin'
And ma said pa was right
They was a-waitin' sister Bess
Who never kept her word
The Sun came up as Bess came in
And this is what I heard

Slap her down again pa
Slap her down again
Make her tell us more pa
Tell us where she's been
We don't want our neighbors
Talkin' bout our kin
Slap her down again pa
Slap her down again

Now poor old Bess got so darn mad
She ran away one day
To meet that travellin' salesman
With city-slickin' ways
We ran and stood beside them though
With shotguns by our sides
Me and Deke and pa and ma
Who yelled as they came by

Why don't you slap her down again pa
Slap her down again
Yeah, make her tell us more pa
Tell us where she's been
You know that we don't want our neighbors
Talkin' bout our kin
Slap her down again pa
Slap her down again

Now ma and pa they planned for Bess
To marry Deacon Brown
And not that travellin' salesman
Who always came around
They made poor Bessie go to church
Her face was mighty red
The deacon took one look at her
And this is what he said

Oh, slap her down again pa
Slap her down again
Make her tell us more pa
Tell us where she's been
We don't want our neighbors
Talkin' bout our kin
Slap her down again pa
Slap her down again

Well the moral of this story girls
Is don't stay out too late
Unless you take your shoes off
Outside your pappy's gate
If ma don't hear you comin' in
She won't lay down the law
And you won't have to worry
Cause you won't see much of pa

Slap her down again pa
Slap her down again
Make her tell us more pa
Tell us where she's been
We don't want our neighbors
Talkin' bout our kin
Slap her down again pa
Slap her down again

Take that and that and that

 

[Tamas]

Tamas is a cheater...

sorry I had no choice.....had to look that one up....can I still play or do I have to stand in the corner now and give up dessert with dinner since I didn't play nicely?
or will I be spanked for it?

 

[TheRedHead]

You can still play, but you have to wear your mask on your butt like Moonie. Do you want to be spanked?

You can go ahead and post something written in the latter half of the 20th century.

 

[Tamas]

You can still play, but you have to wear your mask on your butt like Moonie. Do you want to be spanked?

You can go ahead and post something written in the latter half of the 20th century.

I'll sit out this round for being bad.

Do you want to be spanked?

you offering?

 

[TheRedHead]

Since it is almost the season:

Must be because I had the flu' for Christmas
And I'm not feeling up to par
It increases my paranoia
Like looking at my mirror and seeing a police car

 

[H2Andy]

again... something whose airplay was longer than Minnie Vanilli's carrier would be nice

 

[TheRedHead]

This group got lots of airtime and the one of them - a Wayward Son - is still making records.

 

[Tamas]

Isn't that Crosby Stills Nash?

 

[TheRedHead]

Yep, and Young. Deja Vu is the album.