At a time where most of Europe has suffered will soon be experiencing a shortage of water again, I would like to know how much is evaporating per day on our wonderful golf courses?
It's a "popular" sport , of course , available to everybody - who has got the cash, of course!!!
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Son House
This is a blog about recycling the blues and my blues about recycling
You Got To Move
Mississippi Fred McDowell (1904-1972) was born in Rossville Tennessee, but settled in Como , Mississippi. Worked as a farmer for most of his life , playing for extra cash at parties and barbeques.
He was discovered in 1959 and gradually rose to international status on the blues scene.
You got to move, you got to move,
When the lord gets ready , you got to move
You may be rich, you may be poor
You may be high, you may be low
But when the lord gets ready, You got to move
The see that policeman on his beat,
you see that woman that works the street,
But when the lord get ready,
You got to move
A true existentialist doctrine, don't you think?
(Assuming we don't take the "Lord" bit seriously.)
He was discovered in 1959 and gradually rose to international status on the blues scene.
You got to move, you got to move,
When the lord gets ready , you got to move
You may be rich, you may be poor
You may be high, you may be low
But when the lord gets ready, You got to move
The see that policeman on his beat,
you see that woman that works the street,
But when the lord get ready,
You got to move
A true existentialist doctrine, don't you think?
(Assuming we don't take the "Lord" bit seriously.)
Still True for Millions
Dry Spell Blues.- Son House
It has been so dry, you can make a powder house out of the world
Well, it has been so dry, you can make a powder house out of the world
And holler money mens, like a rattlesnake in his coil
I throwed up my hands, Lord, and solemnly swore
I have throwed up my hands, Lord, and solemnly swore
Well, ain't no need of me changing towns, it's the drought everywhere I go
It's a dry old spell everywhere I been
Oh, it's a dry old spell everywhere I been
I believe to my soul this old world is bound to end
Well, I stood in my backyard, wrung my hands and screamed
Well, I stood in my backyard, wrung my hands and screamed
Well, I couldn't see nothing, couldn't see nothing green
Oh, Lord, have mercy if you please
Oh, Lord, have mercy if you please
Let your rain come down and give our poor hearts ease
These blues, these blues is worthwhile to be heard
Oh, these blues, worthwhile to be heard
Lord, t'ain't even likely that there ain't no God
Hard times here an' everywhere you go
Times is harder than ever been befo'
An' the people are driftin' from do' to do'
Can't fin' no help, Lord, I don' care where they go
Oh, hmmm
Let me tell you people, jus' befo' I go
These hard times will give you the dry long fo'
Hmmm
When you hear me singin' my ol' lonesome song
These hard times can't last up so very long
Hmmm
If I ever get off this shit-ass flo'
I'll never get down this low no mo'
Oh, hmmm, ah, hmmm, I'll never get down this low no mo'
An' you say you have money, you better be sho'
'Cause these hard times will drive you from do' to do'
Hmmm
Hmmm
Sing this song, ain' gone sing no mo'
Hmmm
Hard times will drive you from do' to do'
Dry Spell Blues
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