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Music Commentary

An exploration of songs and songwriting via the music of Scott Simpson and Dancin’ Moon Studio of Spearfish Canyon in the Black Hills of South Dakota

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Featured song from 2020's  Ozzie's Guitar 20 Years Later LP &
from 2000's Ozzie's Guitar L

Wildflower Moon

The birds are singing
And the rabbits play
Down by the waterside
Looking for love, looking for love
 
My love lives in a Hickory house
Down by Buffalo Gap
She's so sweet all the maple trees
Won't give up their sap
 
Hi, ho don't you know
She's my little wildflower
You can't make pone
From store-bought meal
And you can't get shine
Without sour
 
Come on up to the Hills with me
Springtime full in bloom
Sun so bright you'll close your eyes
Rest your mind by the light of a
Wildflower moon
 
She told me I was her true love
I asked her how I'd know
She said all the other pretty fellers she knew
Was a bit more kin than beau
 
Hi, ho don't you know
She's my little wildflower
You can't make pone
From store-bought meal
And you can't get shine
Without sour
 
Now she has a coon hat, fits her fine
Wears it down to the church
Yeah, she's got a spirit rough as a oak
And a soul as white as a birch
 
Hi, ho don't you know
She's my little wildflower
You can't make pone
From store-bought meal
And you can't get shine
Without sour
 
Come on up to the Hills with me
Springtime full in bloom
Sun so bright you'll close your eyes
Rest your mind by the light of a
Wildflower moon
 
Now some grow broad and some grow tall
And some grow just plain wild
But you'll always grow needles on a white-pine tree
And thorns on a wildflower child
 
Hi, ho don't you know
She's my little wildflower
You can't make pone
From store-bought meal
And you can't get shine
Without sour
 
Come on up to the Hills with me
Springtime full in bloom
Sun so bright you'll close your eyes
Rest your mind by the light of a
Wildflower moon
 
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Featured song from 2020's  Ozzie's Guitar 20 Years Later LP &
from 2000's Ozzie's Guitar L

Dave

Shake his hand
And you'd feel the knot;
His knuckles were twisted
But his spirit was not.
As a younger man
He built the roads,
As an older man
He somehow turned them all to gold.
 
Always the storyteller—
We listened to his tales.
He gave the plane its wings
He gave the ship its sails
And he'd laugh at each
As he remembered them.
How his life was full;
How we used to laugh along with him.
 
He said that life
Was like a man who owned two hounds;
One was kind and gentle
One would bite whoever was around
And the secret
Lay in learning how to know
Which to feed
And which to let go.
 
He was a father
And he fed his children well
Upon the joy of his faith
Upon water from the living well.
 
Shake his hand
You'd feel the knot,
Knuckles twisted
But the spirit, not.
As a younger man
He built the roads,
As an older man
He paved the way for us to go.
 
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Featured song from 2020's  Ozzie's Guitar 20 Years Later LP &
from 2000's Ozzie's Guitar L

Call It A Day

I spent the morning with my father
Fishing for lake trout in the stream
We caught nothing but the north wind
And a hand full of rainbow colored dreams
He smoked the pipe my grandpa gave him
I chewed a blade of long-stemmed grass
The water clear as the future
The fish as hungry as the past
 
A storm rolled in above the mountains
And from the far bank he did say
Looks like the good Lord wants us somewhere else
I guess we'll call it a day
 
Working figures in the lamp light
Lining up ciphers on the page
His neck was red as the clay soil
His forehead pale as the sage
He'd shave his pencils with a jack-knife
He kept our savings in a jar
He knew the shortness of a dollar bill
He knew a little could go far
And when the bankers came one evening
And there was not enough to pay,
He said, Looks like the good Lord wants us somewhere else
I guess we'll call it a day
 
 
One day I saw him by the barn door
Lean his whole weight upon the latch
Thin as a weather-beaten split-rail
Light as a burned-out kitchen match
He'd spent his days, he'd spent his body
He didn't know no other way
What you hold back in your livin' son
He said, you'll only waste upon your grave
 
And when his body finally gave out
I knew exactly what he'd say
Looks like the good Lord wants me somewhere else, son,
I guess I'll call it a day...
Looks like the good Lord wants me somewhere else, son,
I guess I'll call it a day.
 
 
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Lap Dulcimer made by Roger Lessly
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Featured song from 2020's  Ozzie's Guitar 20 Years Later LP &
from 2000's Ozzie's Guitar L

Take All You Want

Growing up in the depression
Made Grandpa kinda tight
He wouldn't part with a wooden nickel
Without a fight
And when he married Grandma
Sixty years ago, he said,
Darlin' there is something you should know
 
Well you can take all you want
But eat all you take
Don't fill up on salad
When you went and ordered steak
If you want to be at Heaven's banquet
Then you'll have to clean your plate
Take all you want, but eat all you take
 
Now Grandma did the cooking
And she did it well
The scent would travel miles around
Just like a dinner-bell
And the family quickly multiplied
But one thing we all knew
At Grandpa's house, there's one thing
You must do
 
Well you can take all you want
But eat all you take
Don't fill up on salad
When you went and ordered steak
If you want to be at Heaven's banquet
Then you'll have to clean your plate
Take all you want, but eat all you take
 
Oh, the Good Book says you can't live life
On bread alone
I reckon Grandpa knew his Bible well
Cause every meal they served was like
A smorgasbord
Each time we went to visit I would swell
Swell, swell
 
Well one of these days old Grandpa
Will leave this earthly vale
And no one will give a second thought
To where his ship will sail
And when he meets old Peter
At them pearly gates on high
He'll tell him with a hunger in his eye
 
I'm gonna take all I want
But I'll eat all I take
I won't fill up on salad
Cause I done ordered steak
I've been waiting for Heaven's banquet
And I'm gonna clean my plate
I'll take all I want, but I'll eat all I take
 
Well you can take all you want
But eat all you take
Don't fill up on salad
When you went and ordered steak
If you want to be at Heaven's banquet
Then you'll have to clean your plate
Take all you want, but eat all you take
 
Take all you want, but eat all you take
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Featured song from 2020's  Ozzie's Guitar 20 Years Later LP &
from 2000's Ozzie's Guitar L

Place the Flowers

Place the flowers in water
Throw some seed out for the birds
Stop to hear the children's laughter
Work a kind thought into words
Into words
 
We are only here a moment
But a moment's all you need
 
Watch the sun climb up the mountain
See the mist rise from the lake
Catch something flash beneath the surface
Know something hidden can awake
Can awake
 
We are only here a moment
But a moment's all you need
 
Go walking in the moonlight
Ancient wisdom in her glow
Tiny sparks that leave the campfire
Burn so bright before they go
But they must go
 
We are only here a moment
But a moment's all you need
 
You can never reap the harvest
Till you pause to plant the seed
 
 
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Featured song from 2020's  Ozzie's Guitar 20 Years Later LP &
from 2000's Ozzie's Guitar L

Hampton Town

If you're a traveling man then listen here
A stranger alone has cause for fear
If you go down to Hampton, watch your back
Or it's tar and a-feather and don't come back
Or you're wearing a rope without no slack
You'll be swinging like taters in a gunny sack...
If you go down to Hampton, watch your back
 
Well, the Sheriff, they just call him Jed
Grease his palm, he'll turn his head
'Less a man like you is toting cash,
Best make your visit, make it fast
Your luck's gonna run out in a flash
Them Hampton folk don't take to "trash"
'Less a man like you is toting cash
 
Sometimes I want to kiss the ground
For the good folk God done spread around
But I'd burn my boots and settle down
'Fore I'd step a foot in Hampton town
 
 
Sometimes I want to kiss the ground
For the good folk God done spread around
But I'd burn my boots and settle down
'Fore I'd step a foot in Hampton town
 
You see, I had a girl sometime ago
Was the sweetest thing you'd ever know
But she went down to Hampton and never came out
Yeah, they twisted her nearly inside-out
She forgot what love is all about
Now she's a Hampton girl, ain't no doubt
Yeah, she went down to Hampton and never came out
 
Sometimes I want to kiss the ground
For the good folk God done spread around
But I'd burn my boots and settle down
'Fore I'd step a foot in Hampton town
Sometimes I want to kiss the ground
For the good folk God done spread around
But I'd burn my boots and settle down
'Fore I'd step a foot in Hampton town
 
 
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Featured song from 2020's  Ozzie's Guitar 20 Years Later LP &
from 2000's Ozzie's Guitar L

A Good Man

David was a golden boy
His mamma's only son
He'd pull his Converse high-tops on
And man, could David run.
Growing up south Arkansas
In 1952
Free-throws and picture shows—
What more could a good boy do?
What more could a good boy do?
 
He never ran for president
His name was known by few
But everywhere that David went
Well, he'd have some time for you.
What else would a good boy do?
 
David went to college
And he found himself a wife
Got a job in Memphis
Settled down into his life.
Their first child was a big surprise
Right out of the blue
Of course, he named him David
What else would a good boy do?
What else would a good boy do?
 
He never made a fortune
Leastwise, that I knew
But he wrapped his family in his arms
And loved them strong and true.
What else would a good man do?
 
 
They say a good man's hard to find
I reckon that it's true—
And if that job paid any better
There wouldn't be so few.
So here's to all the good boys,
Every mother's son
Lace up your high-tops lads
Long may you run.
Long may you run.
 
He could have done most anything—
Spread his wings and flew
But he chose to stay here on the ground
To show his son just what to do.
What more could a good man do?
 
Yeah, you could have done most anything—
Spread your wings and flew
But you chose to stay here on the ground
To show me what to do.
And I want to be a good man just like you.
Dad, I want to be a good man just like you.
 
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Featured song from 2020's  Ozzie's Guitar 20 Years Later LP &
from 2000's Ozzie's Guitar L

Dry Land

When I was a boy
We used to go down to the river
Strip down and jump in fast
Jump out on the bank and shake and shiver
It's hard to understand
When to float with the current
When to stay on dry land
 
The current's fast
And it'll take you down in a hurry
No, you won't last
Boy, you'll make your mamma worry
If you don't understand
When to float with the current
When to stay on dry land
 
There's so much you've never seen
And so much to do
That river's gonna call your name
Yeah the river's got a one-way ticket for you
 
It's icy cold
When the snowmelt flows in the springtime
Feet grow numb
You can freeze to death in no time
If you don't understand
When to float with the current
When to stay on dry land
 
Well, the rains will come
They take the path of least resistance
Cut through the mountainside
Dig themselves a grave with their persistence
But you must understand
When to float with the current
When to stay on dry land
 
There's so much you've never seen
And so much to do
That river's gonna call your name
Yeah the river's got a one-way ticket...
There's so much you've never seen
And so much to do
That river's gonna call your name
Yeah the river's got a one-way ticket...
for me and you.
 
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Featured song from 2020's  Ozzie's Guitar 20 Years Later LP &
from 2000's Ozzie's Guitar L

Time

I went out walking in my hometown last night,
I hadn't done that in quite a long, long time.
There was a full moon--- she went behind the clouds
And lit the storm-front from behind.
And I was thinking about the time we said goodbye
The way most good friends do:
"See you later, when we both have the time..."
And then the time ran out on you.

I have a friend; he wrote a letter.
He had no one to send it to.
I wrote a song--- but I could sing it so much better
If I could sing my song for you.
And I was thinking about the time we said goodbye
The way most good friends do:
"See you later, when we both have the time..."
And then the time ran out on you.

At 3 am, you never see a soul
When the winter is on the ground.
The houses are hollow and the brick streets are so cold;
Some nights are lost never to be found.
And I was thinking about the time we said goodbye
The way most good friends do:
"See you later, when we both have the time..."
And then the time ran out on you,
And then the time ran out on you.

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Kirk Miller, 1964 - 1992

 

Additional version (alternative title) from 2012's  Nebraska Catfish LP 

So Cold

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Featured song from 2020's  Ozzie's Guitar 20 Years Later LP &
from 2000's Ozzie's Guitar L

Man on the Mountain

The man on the mountain
He doesn't come down but once a week
The man on the mountain
He'll buy his supplies and never speak
The man on the mountain
He's too lost to find, too blinded to seek
 
She died in the winter
When their baby boy was barely weaned
He couldn't even touch her—
She and the child were quarantined
And then when he lost them
He knew that he'd never see the spring
 
Way up there upon the mountain
The air is thin as it can be
But he wants to get as close to Heaven
As a man in Hell can ever be
 
You have to dig deep there
To find enough water just to drink
You have to climb higher
To find enough space just to think
But memory is painful
It only leads him to the brink
 
 
Way up there upon the mountain
The air is thin as it can be
But he wants to be as close to Heaven
As a man in Hell could ever be
 
Life on the mountain,
It's not so romantic as they say—
Whether you're banished
Or you choose to go away—
If your only companions
Are the ghosts of yesterday
 
Way up there upon the mountain
The air is thin as it can be
But he wants to be as close to Heaven
As a man in Hell could ever be
 
As a man in Hell could ever be
 
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Lee and Rose Stockburger with their oldest son, Loy... my grandfather.
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