Brer_Papa
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So...Brer_Yodeler...the kiss-up....moves his stuff out of the way..and whle I am setting up...the cel phone in my pocket rings...but i ignore it because i am busy....
Finally....all set...i reach over and speed dial a number with phone # 1....
nothing...no ring...no melody....I hit speed dial #2.....nothing
i take phone #2 out of my pocket and see "receiving message" displayed....
uh oh....
I found out later that Brer_Yodeler went to his phone booth and called my phone...and left his phone handset just setting there...that's the bad news...
the good news is...my phone ended up recording my song....
well, i looked out at all the Brer_Yodelers..none would look me in the eye....heads down...shaking their head from side to side...
I'm thinking.."BOYS! ...BOYS!!...all is not lost.."
I've been around the block a time or two...and have performed for years...
"the show must go on...break a leg...be a trouper"....
so...i wiggle my ears...setting a beat....foot pedal the drum to give the beat some body....
whip the xylophone sticks from the velcroed pocket of my pin vest and plunk out a melody....
put the harmonica in place and blow a mournful wail like a steam engine getting further and further from the depot...
i see heads start to come up....
I finger-pick the banjo from where I had ended with the xylophone....Noel Banner bells from my belt keeping a rhythm....
pushing the harmonica out of the way...i lean into the microphone and i sing...
Trailers for sale or rent...
rooms to let ..50 cents.... (i have their complete attention now...)
no phone, no pool no pets...
I ain't got no cigarettes....
Ah, but...2 hours of pushing broom....
bus and 8 by 12 4-bit room....(they are standing now)..
Im a man of means by no means....
King of the road....
Third boxar midnight train...
Destination Bangor Maine...
old worn out suit & shoes...
I don't pay no union dues....
(they are clapping along...)
I smoke old stogies I have found...
short but not too big around....
I'm a man of means by no means...
King of the road....
I know every engineer on ever train...
all of their children and all of their names...
and every hand out in every town...
and every lock that ain't locked when no ones around...
well..i continued the song...and finished with a flourish...
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road....
Yodel leedle lyedel ay....
leedle lyedel yodel deedle day.....
well...i was well received...to the point..the Brer_Yodelers treated me afterwards...
the platters of chicken wings kept coming and the iced tea kept flowing...
it was a fun evening....
how was your day?
edited because i had chcken WINGS....not chcken wigs...LOL....
Finally....all set...i reach over and speed dial a number with phone # 1....
nothing...no ring...no melody....I hit speed dial #2.....nothing
i take phone #2 out of my pocket and see "receiving message" displayed....
uh oh....
I found out later that Brer_Yodeler went to his phone booth and called my phone...and left his phone handset just setting there...that's the bad news...
the good news is...my phone ended up recording my song....
well, i looked out at all the Brer_Yodelers..none would look me in the eye....heads down...shaking their head from side to side...
I'm thinking.."BOYS! ...BOYS!!...all is not lost.."
I've been around the block a time or two...and have performed for years...
"the show must go on...break a leg...be a trouper"....
so...i wiggle my ears...setting a beat....foot pedal the drum to give the beat some body....
whip the xylophone sticks from the velcroed pocket of my pin vest and plunk out a melody....
put the harmonica in place and blow a mournful wail like a steam engine getting further and further from the depot...
i see heads start to come up....
I finger-pick the banjo from where I had ended with the xylophone....Noel Banner bells from my belt keeping a rhythm....
pushing the harmonica out of the way...i lean into the microphone and i sing...
Trailers for sale or rent...
rooms to let ..50 cents.... (i have their complete attention now...)
no phone, no pool no pets...
I ain't got no cigarettes....
Ah, but...2 hours of pushing broom....
bus and 8 by 12 4-bit room....(they are standing now)..
Im a man of means by no means....
King of the road....
Third boxar midnight train...
Destination Bangor Maine...
old worn out suit & shoes...
I don't pay no union dues....
(they are clapping along...)
I smoke old stogies I have found...
short but not too big around....
I'm a man of means by no means...
King of the road....
I know every engineer on ever train...
all of their children and all of their names...
and every hand out in every town...
and every lock that ain't locked when no ones around...
well..i continued the song...and finished with a flourish...
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road....
Yodel leedle lyedel ay....
leedle lyedel yodel deedle day.....
well...i was well received...to the point..the Brer_Yodelers treated me afterwards...
the platters of chicken wings kept coming and the iced tea kept flowing...
it was a fun evening....
how was your day?
edited because i had chcken WINGS....not chcken wigs...LOL....