Floppy Boot Stomp -Don van Vliet
The floppy boot stomped down into the ground The farmer screamed 'n blew the sky off the mountains Eye sockets looked down on the chestbone mountains 'n the sun dropped down, 'n the moon ran off, His heels 'n elbows pale as chalk 'n all the comets collided 'n blew t' dust For fear they'd be seen. 'n the sky turned white in the middle of the night 'n the sky turned white in the middle of the night 'n the big floppy boot stomped down into the ground 'n the red violin took the bow to do the hoodoo hoe-down 'n the red violin took the bow for to do the hoodoo hoe-down The farmer jumped in ah circle 'n flung his chalk right down Do-si-do the devil sho' showed 'n he broke off his horns 'n fiddled him down the road through the fork 'n the farmer's floppy boot stomped down Red tail squirmin' and the hot leg kicked 'n the fire leaped 'n licked And when the boot came up, the fire went out And hell was just an ice cube melting off on the ground. And the bold caught down for to do the hoodoo hoedown And the bold caught down for to do the hoodoo, the devil hoedown To the fork, huddlin' in a hollow, standin' at the crossroads With that bunged-up bandaged broken bum that fell in the wrong circle He had a sole red tail – once went red, now was pale Fe Fi Fo Fum he was summoned up from hell Booted down a spell By a square-dancin' farmer By a square-dancin' farmer, well That old bum was sticking out his thumb When the farmer drew up, said "Listen son", and the horse compared his hooves. "If you fall into my circle again I'll tan your red hide And dance you on your tail, and pitch you from now to now Pitch you from now to now." And the hotlick kicked, and the fire leaped an' licked And the hotlick kicked and the fire just leaped an' licked And the hotlick kickin' an' the fire jus' leapin' an' lickin' And the fire leaped and licked. 2009/1/9 MarshaV <[email protected]> > > > I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes. > Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that old soft shoe. > He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, then he'd lightly touch down. > > Mr. Bojangles, > Mr. Bojangles, > Dance. > > I met him in a cell in New Orleans; I was down and out. > He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out. > He talked of life, he talked of life, laughed and snapped his legs still. > > Mr. Bojangles, > Mr. Bojangles, > Dance. > > He said the name's Bojangles and he danced a lick all across the cell. > He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high and he > clicked up his heels. > He let go laugh, he let go laugh, shook back his clothes all around. > > Mr. Bojangles, > Mr. Bojangles, > Dance. Yeah, Dance! > > He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the South. > He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him just travelled all > about. > His dog up and died, he up and died. > And after 20 years he still grieves. > > Mr. Bojangles, > Mr. Bojangles, > Dance. > > He said, "I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tips. > But most the time I spend behind these county bars, 'cause I drinks a bit." > He shook his head and as he shook his head, I heard someone ask him, > "Please... > > Mr. Bojangles, > Mr. Bojangles, > Dance. Dance. > Mr. Bojangles, dance. > > > > > > > > > > . > . > Albert Einstein: "Although I am a typical loner in daily life, my > consciousness of belonging to the invisible community of those who strive for > truth, beauty and justice has preserved me from feeling isolated." > . > . > . > Moq_Discuss mailing list > Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. > http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org > Archives: > http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ > http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/ Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
