There’s a place for which I’m yearning and my heart is made a burning
The thought of home sweet home is dear to me.
Well I thought my head was level, but I see I played the devil
When I touched the pen and signed my name in ink.
Thought I’d like to leave my mother, dear old dad, sister and brother
Spend six months away from home in the CCC
To me it’s been a lesson, but it’s also been a blessing
For it proves just what a fool a boy can be
Every morning, noon and night, it’s a comical looking sight
Just to see the boys lined up like kids in school
And the reason you can tell, when they ring the dinner bell
Is that each one tries to act the biggest fool.
I like the boys and all the bosses, but I wish they’d get some horses
‘Cause the truck driver drives like gasoline was free
When we’re coming around the mountain, you can see the boys a bouncing
Boy, somehow this place don’t appeal to me.
Six more months I’ll pack y suitcase, give the boys one more foot race
To the depot down in Bowie can’t you see?
As for me I like old Texas where them lads are wild and reckless
That’s the only place that seems like home to me.
I’ll be glad when I am able to put my feet under ma’s old table
Look around and watch my daddy smile at me
Than to be in the CCC with cactus all around me
And the rocks and the stars and the mountains up above.
Fonte : Thomas Naples c/o Music from the Depression
https://musicfromthedepression.com/ccc-blues/
The thought of home sweet home is dear to me.
Well I thought my head was level, but I see I played the devil
When I touched the pen and signed my name in ink.
Thought I’d like to leave my mother, dear old dad, sister and brother
Spend six months away from home in the CCC
To me it’s been a lesson, but it’s also been a blessing
For it proves just what a fool a boy can be
Every morning, noon and night, it’s a comical looking sight
Just to see the boys lined up like kids in school
And the reason you can tell, when they ring the dinner bell
Is that each one tries to act the biggest fool.
I like the boys and all the bosses, but I wish they’d get some horses
‘Cause the truck driver drives like gasoline was free
When we’re coming around the mountain, you can see the boys a bouncing
Boy, somehow this place don’t appeal to me.
Six more months I’ll pack y suitcase, give the boys one more foot race
To the depot down in Bowie can’t you see?
As for me I like old Texas where them lads are wild and reckless
That’s the only place that seems like home to me.
I’ll be glad when I am able to put my feet under ma’s old table
Look around and watch my daddy smile at me
Than to be in the CCC with cactus all around me
And the rocks and the stars and the mountains up above.
Fonte : Thomas Naples c/o Music from the Depression
https://musicfromthedepression.com/ccc-blues/
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