Words:

Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas,
His face was burnt deep by the sun,
Part history, part sage, part mesquit,
He was there when Poncho Villa was young.
And he’d tell you a tale of the old days,
When the country was wild all around,
Sit out under the stars of the Milky Way,
And listen while the coyotes howl.

And they go… hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoodi hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo

Now the long horns are gone And the drovers are gone,
The Comanches are gone, And the outlaws are gone,
Geronimo is gone, And Sam Bass is gone,
And the lion is gone, And the red wolf is gone.

Well he cursed all the roads and the oil men,
And he cursed the automobile,
Said this is no place for an hombre like I am,
In this new world of asphalt and steel.
Then he’d look off some place in the distance,
At something only he could see,
He’d say all that’s left now of the old days,
Those damned old coyotes and me.

And they go hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoodi hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo

Now the long horns are gone, And the drovers are gone
The Comanches are gone And the outlaws are gone,
Now Quantro is gone, Stan Watie is gone,
And lion is gone, And the red wolf is gone.

One morning they searched his adobe,
He disappeared without even a word,
But that night as the moon crossed the mountain,
One more coyote was heard.

And he’d go, hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoodi hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo

Now the long horns are gone, And the drovers are gone
The Comanches are gone And the outlaws are gone,
Now Quantro is gone, Stan Watie is gone,
And the red wolf is gone – And “Treadwell” is gone…

Notes:
1.) Timothy Treadwell (April 29, 1957 – October 5, 2003) was an American bear enthusiast, environmentalist, amateur naturalist, eco-warrior and documentary film maker. He lived among the coastal grizzly bears of Katmai National Park in Alaska, USA, for approximately 13 seasons. At the end of his 13th season in the park in 2003, he and his girlfriend Amie Huguenard were killed and eaten by a brown bear. Treadwell’s life, work and death were the subject of the 2005 documentary film by Werner Herzog titled Grizzly Man. (Wikipedia)

2.) Drovers in this case refers to the cowboys who drove the cattle across the prairies to the rail heads.
3.) Sam Bass: Outlaw in the old west
4.) Stan Watie: American Indian, Civil War Confederate
5.) Quantro: Fighters during American Civil War

I decided to record a trial run today on my Hohner Acoustic whose strings I changed this weekend. Guitar is tuned a step down with Capo on 5th Fret. Audio is a bit distorted due to my innovative idea of using the capo as a Mic stand..got too close!

Lyrics:

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there,
She once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework
Then she’ll be a true love of mine

Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strands
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then she’ll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there,
She once was a true love of mine.

Words:

Now I’ve come to the cross-roads
In my life and I will say
I still dream of tomorrow
When the stars will show the way
Yes I say

Now we stand here together
Still apart, so far away
There’s a time there’s a season
When the feeling must go away
Yes I say

Oh the valleys and the sea
I long to be in arms of thee
I’ll sail away – hey wild and free

When the rain comes-a-calling
At my door – Yes I’ll sing
Sing to you – there’s a story
Of a Maiden & the king
Yes I’ll sing

Oh the forest and the stream
I wish I were in arms of thee
I’ll sing along, come sing with me

Here I stand at the cross-roads
In my life and I must say
I still dream of tomorrow
When forever we will stay
Yes I say.

-Gautam Dhar (12th Dec. 09)

Lyrics:

Any way the wind may blow
Any way the creek may flow
Any way the crow may fly, within the confines of the sky
I will prove my love to you
In everything I say and in all I do

Anywhere the song is king
Anywhere the robin sings
Anywhere the lake is cold
Anywhere the bell is tolled
I will prove my love to you
In everything I say and in all I do

Anytime our paths don’t cross
And the losing dice are tossed
Anytime you know what’s best
Anytime I can’t care less
I’ll make it up to you
In everything I say and in all I do

Any way the wind may blow
Any way I stub my toe
Any way the tree might bend
Any way the day might end
I will prove my love to you
In everything I say and in all I do
I will make it up to you
In everything I say and in all I do

The original song is by a Pakistani band called EP (Entity Pradigm). This is my own rendition in a slower mood.

Lyrics:

I know that I won’t forget you
For I’ve loved you too much for too long
Though you don’t want me now
I’ll still love you
’til the breath in my body has gone

That’s how it is with me
And you’ll always be
The only love i ever knew
I’ll forget many things in my life time
But my darling i won’t forget you

That’s how it is with me
And you’ll always be
The only love i ever knew
I’ll forget many things in my life time
But my darling i won’t forget you.

Lyrics:

It’s a lesson too late for the learnin’
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin’
In your hand, in your hand.

Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could have loved you better,
Didn’t mean to be unkind.
You know that was the last thing on my mind.

You’ve got reasons a-plenty for goin’.
This I know, this I know.
For the weeds have been steadily growin’.
Please don’t go, please don’t go.

As I lie in my bed in the mornin’,
Without you, without you.
Every song in my breast dies a bornin’,
Without you, without you.