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/
envoyé par Pluck - 4/8/2025 - 22:00
Langue: anglais
A seguire la trascrizione della 7.a e 8.a strofa del testo di CCC Blues in versione "The 198 String Band".
When you join the USA, you have orders to obey,
And if they put you out, there's something less.
When you desert the red, white and blue, Uncle Sam is through with you.
So I'll never hit the road before I'm through.
Boys make mistakes all through their life, and the biggest one is their wife.
The boy that don't make mistakes is one that's dead.
When the morning sun rises low, you can hear that bugle blow.
So let's fall to the floor and make our bed.
And if they put you out, there's something less.
When you desert the red, white and blue, Uncle Sam is through with you.
So I'll never hit the road before I'm through.
Boys make mistakes all through their life, and the biggest one is their wife.
The boy that don't make mistakes is one that's dead.
When the morning sun rises low, you can hear that bugle blow.
So let's fall to the floor and make our bed.
envoyé par Pluck - 5/8/2025 - 22:49
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This song comes to us from a field recording made by Margaret Valiant in Brawley CA - 1939 - and sung by Jimmie Collins and an Unidentified Group. On the field recording he states that the song was taught to him by “a boyfriend” from Texas. This version is by The 198 String Band.
Fonte: Music From the Depression
C.C.C. Blues as sung by Jimmie Collins* - 1939
* Jimmie Collins was a resident at a government run migrant camp. During the Depression there were around twenty of these camps, mostly in California. Jimmie likely came from Oklahoma, Arizona or New Mexico. Or possibly Texas. The Roosevelt administration made an effort to document the dust bowl events through recordings and photographs.
[Thomas Naples]
da: "The 198 String Band " e reperibile nella pagina: CCC Blues Music from the Depression
"The 198 String Band " si è costituita negli aa. '70 e da molto tempo non è piu' in attivita'
Fonte : The 198 String Band