Fellini, The Fabulous Flying Flea Timmy Abell When the circus came to town, the children would run down To the railroad tracks and watch as the ponies pranced around Ah...the tents and the rigging, ten thousand things to do Clowns and tigers, cooks and fleas, getting ready for the show… All the laughter and parties, shops and stores closed down We loved it when the circus came to town Ah…you should’a seen that flea, on his little antique trapeze Graceful as a whisper in the air You could hear the people cheer, see the ladies wipe a tear For Fellini, The Fabulous Flying Flea They said he was a star in the Circus of the Sun A side show for the children, but everyone would come …. …. And stay so long…. That the Ringmaster fired him, said he’d have to go Refused to have a flying flea who always stole the show But this traveling circus found him for their Big Top - center ring The most thrilling show…. I think…. I’ve ever seen …. Chorus I never will forget Fellini’s daring act I tell you it was something… the spell that flea could cast As a hush fell upon us, the crowd would stop and stare At that tiny silver cannon…. Was Fellini really there? Pow! Somersaults and spins and turns… magnificent and rare…. Some called it an illusion, an imaginary flea They said the man did slight of hand, but I still disagree I saw that flea, Fellini, I know I did, I swear Like a shooting star, soaring through the air Like a shooting star, soaring through the air © 2012 Local Honey Music, ASCAP

Monkey and the Engineer Lyrics and Music by Jesse Fuller Once upon a time there was an engineer Drove a locomotive both far and near Accompanied by a monkey who would sit on a stool Watching everything the engineer would move Big locomotive right on time Big locomotive coming down the line Big locomotive number ninety nine Left the engineer with a worried mind One day the engineer wanted a bite to eat He left the monkey sitting on the driver's seat The monkey pulled the throttle, locomotive jumped the gun Doing ninety miles an hour down the mainline run Chorus The engineer called up the despatcher on the phone Tell him all about his locomotive was gone Get on the wire, switch operator to right 'Cause the monkey's got the mainline sewed up tight Chorus Switch operator got the message in time Said there's a northbound train on the same mainline Open up the switch, I'm gonna let it through the hole 'Cause the monkey's got the locomotive under control Chorus

Driftin' Dan Timmy Abell Rode my horse to Abeline… prettiest town I’d ever seen Signed up for … the Ro-de-o Roped their cattle mighty fast… won their prize and took their cash And I was … just passin’ through I’ve been traveling all this time… never keep much on my mind Never cared which way to go… but no strangers do I know Rode on down to New Orleans… met a girl named Ella Jean She wondered… was my heart true When I asked to kiss her cheek… she told me come back in a week She knew I … was passin’ through Made my way to Mobile Bay… folks there said why don’t you stay We traded…. a song or two Was the Alabama Jubilee… fish were jumpin’ fast and free But I was … just passin’ through I’ve been traveling all this time… never keep much on my mind Never cared which way to go… but no strangers do I know I was born eighteen eighty-nine… we headed west from Caroline I learned everything I know… while riding down this road Rode up north to Tennessee… farm work lasted ‘bout three weeks ‘Til I saw … that harvest moon Made some friends… made a buck … shook their hands… wished ‘em luck So long I’m … just passin’ through Got as far as Louisville… horse went lame and I fell ill So cold in … that rain and snow Recovered in a boarding house… traded horses, headed south ‘Cuz I was… just passin’ through I’ve been traveling all this time… never keep much on my mind Never cared which way to go… but no strangers do I know My name is Daniel Brand … friends would call me “Driftin’ Dan” Only knew one way to be… footloose and fancy free Headed down to Caroline… strong new horse… mighty fine Crossed rivers … and mountains blue It’s where I felt that lonliness… ridin’ by the old home place ‘Cuz I was … still passin’ through Was when I hit the Georgia coast… met her… by a hitchin’ post Savannah, so sweet and true Never thought I’d settle down… fell in love and stayed around My travelin’ … days were through Kind’a took me by surprise… the way she looked into my eyes Seems so perfect…all these years… how this travelin’… brought me here © 2012 Local Honey Music, ASCAP

Daydreams Timmy Abell Wish I had a painted pony, lots of corn to feed him on… I’d saddle up, ride on out, ‘n take my dog along Cross the Shenandoah Valley, California here I come! I’d ride the streets of San Francisco... ‘fore I headed home. Oh, I love to play… deep in my daydreams Clear inside my mind…. If I had a sailing boat, I’d sail the ocean blue… I’d take my dog and all my friends, I’d take my pony, too Sailing on the summer breezes over to the coast of Spain, Three days on the sandy beaches… sail her home again. That’s the way I play… deep in my daydreams Clear inside my mind…. Love to dream and drift on that feeling…. Gonna be an airplane pilot, gonna fly around this world… Me and Miss Amelia, hey, we’re just that sort of girl Take my dog, my painted pony, sailing boat and all my friends Go dancin’ down in Argentina… fly ‘em home again. That’s the way I play… deep in my daydreams Clear inside my mind…. Love to dream and drift on that feeling…. Could come true sometime Me and Dad picked up my friends, headed out to the county fair… We sailed the boats - and our little planes… flew right through the air Ferris wheels and roller coasters, so high above the ground Then I rode those painted ponies… goin’ ‘round and ‘round. I wish I had a painted pony, lots of corn to feed him on… I’d saddle up, ride on out, I’d take my dog along Ride the crest o’ the High Sierras, Empire State’s where I’m bound Carve my name in the Big Red Apple... then I’d come on home! © 2012 Local Honey Music, ASCAP

House of Cards Timmy Abell I search for tunes… I’m searchin’ all the time Capture a verse… run after perfect rhymes They’ll slip away… these lines of poetry Catch the words before they tangle with the melody Not long ago… I snuck up on this song It saw me comin’, though… and so the chase was on I did not know… what it would be about But I had it by the tail … and I was going to find out I held on tight… it dragged me all around First through the barnyard… those same old animal sounds Chickens and pigs… but I knew this was wrong When the goat went Butt… It’s not an animal song!! We bumped along… it dropped a few old jokes I said “Forget that!... I’ve heard those all before” Still there was one… got caught between the lines Why was six afraid of seven… six afraid of seven Why was six afraid of seven… look out! Seven ate nine! Chorus Next thing I knew… it slipped away from me This song was loose, now… I heard it sk…skip a beat I watched it knock – its head – against the old brick wall It was callin’ out clichés… slingin’ similes Just as busy as a bee, Like wakin’ up with fleas Can’t see the forest for the trees … And sayin’ nothing at all! I caught it’s drift… just in time to jump this verse I said “Now, look here, song,…don’t go from bad to worse Here’s my two cents… let’s work this out like friends You’ve got to pull yourself together Find yourself a met -agh What’s a metaphor… but tying up loose ends?” That’s what it did… That’s just when this song fell apart Had to admit… it was a house of cards It shuffled off…. and left… these last few lines behind... Well, at least it left me somethin’… some rhymes for all my runnin’ Guess I’ll stick ‘em in my pocket… and sing ‘em … some other time! I search for tunes… I’m searchin’ all the time Capture a verse… run after perfect rhymes They’ll slip away …… Oh yes they will …. Just like this one did… and it’s gone! © 2012 Local Honey Music, ASCAP

Cherryville Steven Heller Wish I lived in Cherryville Wish I lived in Cherryville Let the little birdies have their fill Under the cherry trees Wish I lived in Cherryville In Cherryville, in Cherryville Wish I lived in Cherryville Wish I lived in Cherryville Wish I lived in Cherryville All is well, ring the bell Wish I lived in Cherryville In Cherryville, in Cherryville Wish I lived in Cherryville Break Wish I lived in Cherryville Wish I lived in Cherryville All is well, ring the bells Wish I lived in Cherryville In Cherryville, in Cherryville Wish I lived in Cherryville Wish I lived in, wish I lived in Wish I lived in Cherryville © 2013, Butterside Music, BMI

Froggie Went a'Courtin' Traditional 1. Froggie went a-courtin', and he did ride, Uh-huh Froggie went a-courtin', and he did ride, Uh-huh Froggie went a-courtin', and he did ride, With a sword and a pistol by his side. Uh-huh 2. Well he rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, Uh-huh Well he rode up to Miss Mousey's door, Uh-huh Well he rode up to Miss Mousey's door, Where he had been many times before, Uh-huh 3. He said, "Miss Mouse, are you within?" Uh-huh He said, "Miss Mouse, are you within?" Uh-huh He said, "Miss Mouse, are you within?" “Yes, kind Sir I sit and spin.” Uh-huh 4. He set Miss Mousey on his knee, Uh-huh He set Miss Mousey on his knee, Uh-huh He set Miss Mousey on his knee, And he said “Miss Mouse will you marry me?” Uh-huh 5. “I’ll have to ask my Uncle Rat.” Uh-huh “I’ll have to ask my Uncle Rat.” Uh-huh “I’ll have to ask my Uncle Rat, ‘Cause I don’t know, he might not like that!” Uh-huh 6. Uncle Rat laughed and he shook his fat sides, Uh-huh Uncle Rat laughed and he shook his fat sides, Uh-huh Uncle Rat laughed and he shook his fat sides, To think his niece might be a bride. Uh-huh 7. Well Uncle Rat he rode to town, uh-huh Uncle Rat he rode to town, uh-huh Uncle Rat he rode to town To buy his niece a wedding gown. Uh-huh 8. Where will the wedding supper be? Uh-huh Where will the wedding supper be? Uh-huh Where will the wedding supper be? Way down yonder in a hollow tree. Uh-huh 9. Who will the wedding guests all be? Uh-huh Who will the wedding guests all be? Uh-huh Who will the wedding guests all be? A Junie bug and a bumble bee 10. What will the wedding supper be? Uh-huh What will the wedding supper be? Uh-huh What will the wedding supper be? A fried mosquito and a black-eyed pea. Uh-huh 11. Well, the first to come in was a flyin' moth, Uh-huh First to come in was a flyin' moth, Uh-huh First to come in was a flyin' moth, She laid out the table cloth. Uh-huh 12. Next to come in was a juney bug, Uh-huh Next to come in was a juney bug, Uh-huh Next to come in was a juney bug, She brought in the water jug. Uh-huh 13. Next to come in was a bumbley bee, Uh-huh Next to come in was a bumbley bee, Uh-huh Next to come in was a bumbley bee, He carried a fiddle upon his knee 14. Next to come in was a broken back flea, Uh-huh Next to come in was a broken back flea, Uh-huh Next to come in was a broken back flea, He danced a jig with the bumblebee. Uh-huh 15. Next to come in was Mrs. Cow, Uh-huh Next to come in was Mrs. Cow, Uh-huh Next to come in was Mrs. Cow, She tried to dance but she didn't know how, Uh-huh. 16. Next to come in was a little black tick, Uh-huh Next to come in was a little black tick, Uh-huh Next to come in was a little black tick, He ate so much that it made him sick. Uh-huh 17. Next to come in was a big black snake, Uh-huh Next to come in was a big black snake, Uh-huh Next to come in was a big black snake, He ate up all the wedding cake. Uh-huh 18. Next to come was a big gray cat, Uh-Oh Next to come was a big gray cat, Uh-Oh Next to come was a big gray cat, Swallowed the mouse and ate up the rat! Uh-huh 19. Froggie went a-hoppin' up over the brook, Uh-huh Froggie went a-hoppin' up over the brook, Uh-huh Froggie went a-hoppin' up over the brook, And a lily white duck come and swallowed him up! Uh-huh 20. There’s a little piece of cornbread sittin' on a shelf, Uh-huh There’s a little piece of cornbread sittin' on a shelf, Uh-huh There’s a little piece of cornbread sittin' on a shelf, If you want any more you’ll have to sing it yourself. Uh-huh Froggie went a-courtin', and he did ride, Uh-huh Froggie went a-courtin', and he did ride, Uh-huh Froggie went a-courtin', and he did ride, With a sword and a pistol by his side. Uh-huh

Long Dark Shadow Timmy Abell I cast a long dark shadow when the sun goes down Got my Sheriff’s hat from Halloween, now I run this town People watch their step, when I walk these streets ‘Cuz everybody knows, you don’t go messin’ with me There’s never any warning, and I know there’s something wrong When my mother changes everything, and it’s always when I’m gone It’s all picked up and put away, the streets have all been cleaned My things down at the courthouse have all been rearranged I've been watchin’ for bank robbers, they come stealin’ ‘round this town I caught one of ‘em red-handed, and he’ll never live it down My brother called it borrowing, he said for just one day But he was shakin’ out my piggy bank, boy the Judge sure made him pay Chorus I hired me a deputy ….. cuz work is tough ‘round here He’s my little brother Billy, the Kid he has no fear When I get outnumbered, he’ll lend a helping hand He’s got a real fast horse, …. He knows the lay of the land We’ve got an older sister, always wanting in This place is meant for cowboys… and the cowboy’s friends Her gang was shoutin’ up demands to open up the door I never saw those girls high-tail it out of there so fast before Prospectors were passin’ through, they were put up for the night It was the time we had that blizzard, and the whole town turned white I was keeping law and order, they were jumping on the bed And I popped a feather pillow right across my cousin’s head It happens on the holidays, this outlaw comes to town And he’s always making trouble, and I always call him down He goes laughing with his handcuffs all the way to city hall It’s hard to keep your grandpa…. locked in jail for very long Chorus © 2012 Local Honey Music, ASCAP

Nighttime Train Timmy Abell Gather up your daydreams Tie them each with ribbon bows Float them with your red balloon High upon those moonbeams It’s time to let them go….. Whistle up your worries Dress them in their backward wings They’ll fly and fly past yesterday With no way of returning That’s how we set them free….. Let your listening run on home Sleeping makes no sound Bundle up your troubles now Board them on their nighttime train Listen while that whistle fades Watch the red caboose go down Those tracks and roll away…… Rustle up those rag-tag thoughts Time for them to hoist their sails They’ll hang around your sleep-side docks Unless you gently shove them off And bid them all farewell Let your listening run on home Sleeping makes no sound Pack up all your pockets full Of memories you’d like to keep Let them linger all night long Let their whispering be the lull … a-by That helps you sleep Wrap up all your happy things That’s the last thing left to do Tuck them safe and sound inside So morning time remembering Will hand them back to you Let your listening run on home Sleeping makes no sound © 2012 Local Honey Music, ASCAP