You Ain't Talkin' to Me
The Alferd Packer Memorial String BandOriginal | A further parody of Jim Krause's / Charlie Poole's song by the... |
YOU AIN'T TALKIN' TO ME I went up to a lady's house To bum a bite to eat She fed me on some pork and beans And pie, I called it sweet She says, "Now, Jim I sure did feed you good Will you walk out in my backyard And chop a stick of wood?" You ain't talkin' to me, No you ain't a-talkin' to me I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see You ain't talkin' to me No you ain't a-talkin' to me You fed me good but I can't cut wood And you ain't a-talkin' to me Now me and my wife has ups and downs All throughout married life One day she says to me, "Jim Let's stop these scars and strife" We went out upon the lake One evening just about dusk She says to me, "Let's drown ourselves No one will grieve for us" You ain't a-talkin' to me No you ain't talkin' to me I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see You ain't a-talkin' to me No you ain't a-talkin' to me When the lake goes dry it's time to die And you ain't talkin' to me Me and my buddy Jake Went huntin' on a sunny day. We run into a big ol' bear And he would not go away. Jake says to me "Now Jim, We'll need some help, it's clear. So I'll run back and get the boys, and you just keep him here." You ain't talkin' to me You ain't talkin' to me. I may be crazy, and all like that, But I got good sense you see. You ain't talkin' to me, No you ain't talkin' to me. You hold the gun, I'd rather run You ain't talkin' to me. I saw a sign in a window While walking up town one day "Join the Army, see the world." Is what it had to say. "You'll see exciting places With a jolly crew You'll meet interesting people And learn to kill them, too." Oh you ain't talkin' to me. You ain't talking to me. I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see. You ain't talkin' to me. You ain't talking to me. Killin' with a gun Don't sound like fun, You ain't talkin to me. I heard the neutron bomb is so uniquely styled Built to spare the cradle, while it slays the child Now if you should ask me, I'd say that's mighty queer To build great big bombs like that, and kill folks far and near [1] You ain't talkin' to me, You ain't talkin; to me. I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see. You ain't talkin' to me, No, you ain't talkin' to me They build them nukes And they call us kooks? You ain't talkin' to me. I heard that a general Had died and gone to rest. He met St. Peter at the Pearly Gates And asked if he'd stood the test. "I prayed for the troops That they'd not go astray." St. Peter looked at him both long and hard And here's what he had to say: Oh you ain't talkin' to me. You ain't talking to me. I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see. You ain't talkin' to me. You ain't talking to me. I'll tell you again, War's a sin. You ain't talkin' to me. | YOU AIN'T TALKIN' TO US I read a speech in a paper While walking thru Stockholm one day “You gave me the Nobel Prize, And I'm really amazed, I say. Stockholm is really a nice town With jolly academies, Geez, getting the Prize's really cool, So I'm gonna quote from Charlie Poole.” Oh you ain't talking to us, Mr Zimmerman, ain't talking to us. We may be crazy and all like that But please quote correctly from Jim Krause! You ain't talkin' to us, You ain't talkin' to us. What you quoted is awfully wrong, You picked it up from Antiwarsongs. I heard that a certain mr Krause Had written a parody, and that's all, So please don't behave like a fool, This song isn't really by Charlie Poole. “It's not my fault, my G*d, I say, That filthy Internet led me astray.” The Mudcat Café looked at him both long and hard And here's what they had to say: “Oh you ain't talking to us. You ain't talking to us. We may be crazy and all like that But we stand for the rights of poor Krause! You ain't talking to us. You ain't talking to us. Please get the Prize and go your way, Ok, we say, what's done is done, They'd better give it to Leonard Cohen.” |
I hear they built a bomb
so uniquely styled
Built to spare the cradle,
while it slays the child.
Now if you should ask me,
I'd say that's mighty strange
Killin' all the folks far and near,
but spare their home on the range.
You ain't talkin' to me
You ain't talkin' to me.
I may be crazy and all like that
But I got good sense you see.
You ain't talkin' to me,
No you ain't talkin' to me.
They built that nuke,
And they call me a kook?
You ain't talkin' to me.
© 2016 James R. Krause, Old Sod Shanty Music, BMI