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(clarinet music)
- [Voiceover] The following program
is a production of Pioneer Public Television.
(clarinet music)
- [Voiceover] Funding for this program
has been provided by
the Minnesota Arts and Cultural Heritage Fund
through a vote of the people of Minnesota
on November 4th, 2008.
(fast banjo)
- [Voiceover] Grass Land Jam
recorded during the annual Minnesota Bluegrass
and Old Time Music Festival at El Rancho Manana
near Richmond, Minnesota.
(banjo music)
Grass Land Jam showcases
the main stage performances
presented during the four day festival
by regional and national bands.
Now from the main stage,
Joe Mullins and the Radio Ramblers.
One day the train was passing
I caught it comin' by
I looked this whole world over
Under God's blue sky
My darlin' stood there weepin'
As I was lookin' back
I left my baby cryin' in the smoke along the track
Goodbye so long
Until I come back home
You'll be my dream
Goodbye so long
There's lots of places that I've never seen
I've always been a drifter
Now I'm lookin' back
Where I left you cryin'
In the smoke along the track
(banjo solo)
I like to keep on goin'
It helps me when I'm blue
I get the urge to travel
That's all I want to do
I know that I can't settle down
Because I've got to roam
And when I hear that whistle blow
I've got to move along
Goodbye so long
There's something down the track
Keeps callin' me
Goodbye so long
I guess that's just the way
I'll always be
So when I get that feelin'
Don't try and hold me back
I'll only leave you cryin'
In the smoke along the track
(fiddle solo)
I know my baby loves me
I love my baby too
She don't understand me
When I'm feeling so blue
When I hear that whistle blow
I hurry home and pack
I'm gonna leave her cryin'
In the smoke along the track
Goodbye so long
I hate to leave you
But I've got to go
Goodbye so long
It's comin'
I just heard that whistle blow
It'll be here in a minute
You'll wave and I'll look back
I'm gonna leave you cryin'
In the smoke along the track
(audience applause)
Saw a shoeless little boy
Playing by the railroad track
Heard his mama calling him
From the front door of a shack
Saw a blind man and his dog
As they crossed a busy street
Saw the police on the corner
As he walked along his beat
And life goes on
It's just another day
A day of happiness for some
For some a day of strife
All in all it's another day from life
(mandolin solo)
Saw a shaggy little dog
As he chased a speeding car
Saw the fireman on the scene
As they fought the raging fire
Saw a long-haired bearded boy
Give a pretty girl a glance
Heard a man on bended knee
Begging for another chance
And life goes on
It's just another day
A day of happiness for some
For some a day of strife
All in all it's another day from life
(banjo solo)
Saw a broken little man
Stagger from a skid row bar
Saw a toothless little lad
As he rode a worn out tire
Heard a freight train leaving town
With the whistle blowin' blues
Heard about our Nation's woes
On channel seven news
And life goes on
It's just another day
A day of happiness for some
For some a day of strife
All in all it's another day from life
(audience applauds)
(fast banjo)
Come down the mountain Katie Daly
Come down the mountain Katie do
Can't you hear us calling Katie Daly
We want to drink your good old mountain dew
With her old man she came from Tipperary
In the pioneering days of '42
Her old man was shot in Tombstone city
For the making of his good old mountain dew
Come down the mountain Katie Daly
Come down the mountain Katie do
Can't you hear us calling Katie Daly
We want to drink your good old mountain dew
Wake up and pay attention Katie Daly
I am the judge that's gonna sentence you
Now all the boys in court have drunk your whiskey
And to tell the truth I drank a little too
Come down the mountain Katie Daly
Come down the mountain Katie do
Can't you hear us calling Katie Daly
We want to drink your good old mountain dew
(banjo solo)
- Well banjo pickers been singin'
about mountain dew for ages now.
At least since the days of Grandpa Jones,
he sang about mountain dew.
This is about a moonshine lady named Katie Daly.
We've been bringin' her down the mounatin
ever since our band started.
Fun little tune.
They call it Quiet Lightnin' down in the Ozarks.
I don't know what they call it in Minnesota.
Whatever you call it, that homemade whiskey
is all the same.
It'll make your nose big and red,
make you talk big and loud.
Make you take back stuff you didn't even steal.
Don't know if there's any moonshine whiskey
in the campground here,
but I'm sure we'll all know about it
if there is any by midnight tonight.
(laughs)
Not me personally,
but we did come to have a ton of fun with you.
We thank our M.C. for the kind introduction
for the Radio Ramblers from Southwestern Ohio.
That's kind of home base for the band.
We do have some Kentuckians among us.
We'll do some formal introductions in a second
but I'll just tell you this,
he's from way up in Eastern Kentucky,
the mandolin man is.
He's from a spot so poor they gotta put two babies
in the same diaper to make ends meet.
(audience laughing)
And they still make a batch of that
homemade moonshine whiskey
in his part of Kentucky every now and then.
Matter of fact we were on tour this past winter
and got some bad news.
He had left his favorite uncle in charge of the uh,
family bottling works while we were on tour out west.
He had an uncle who was a lifetime member
of Alcoholics Unanimous.
(audience laughing)
He had him keeping an eye on everything
while we were out of town.
He come by the back of the woodshed
right about dark,
and got a hold the wrong quart jar.
Drunk a whole quart of shellac.
Killed him graveyard dead.
But what a finish!
And so to jail they took poor Katie Daly
But very soon the gates were opened wide
An angel came for poor old Katie Daly
And took her far across the great divide
Come down the mountain Katie Daly
Come down the mountain Katie do
She'll never more be comin' down the mountain
And never more will drink her mountain dew
(audience applause)
- Thank you, thank you very much.
And it's great to be here in Minnesota.
Our band's been on the road hot and heavy
the last four or five years.
First time we were here in the land of 1000 lakes,
10,000 lakes, sorry 'bout that.
Land of 10,000 Lakes, 10 billion mosquitoes.
We were here two summers ago
and got to be with Tim and Sandy
and all the folks up at the Lakes Bluegrass Festival.
Yeah!
(audience applause)
We love music with a message.
Our latest CD has one song that spent all of last year
in the Top 30 at all Bluegrass radio stations
and we're glad for that,
'cause it's a song we need to hear,
we need to remind each other about.
The message in the music here.
Here's our song entitled, Some Kind of War.
- One, two, three, four.
She was only driving 20
On the highway in the town
A man behind her honked his horn
Saying put that cell phone down
You're gonna make me late to work
And honey I ain't got all day
He didn't know her dad was on the line
Tellin' her her mom just passed away
It's hard to know what someone's goin' through
Unless you're standin' right there in their shoes
It's not always on CNN
Or on some distant shore
Life itself can be a battlefield
And we're all fightin' some kind of war
He sleeps out in the alley
Out behind the corner bar
People look at him and wonder
How he ever sank that far
The fire was seven years ago
When his wife and children died
When he lost his family he lost
His self respect and pride
It's hard to know what someone's goin' through
Unless you're standin' right there in their shoes
It's not always on CNN
Or on some distant shore
Life itself can be a battlefield
And we're all fightin' some kind of war
(fiddle solo)
Lord help me stop and understand
Before I rush to judge my fellow man
It's not always on CNN
It's down the street and right next door
Life itself can be a battlefield
And we're all fightin' some kind of war
Life itself can be a battlefield
And we're all fightin' some kind of war
(audience applauds)
- [Voiceover] Up next,
Jack Klatt and the Cat Swingers.
(guitar music)
Tell the sergeant
He's the Chief of Police
These women 'round here
Won't give me any peace
Because I'm wild about my lovin'
I like to have my fun
Wanna be a girl of mine
Baby bring it with you when you come
Oh well it's hello central
What's the matter with your line
If I want to talk to that sweet gal of mine
Well I'm wild about my lovin'
I like to have my fun
Wanna be a girl of mine
Baby bring it with you when you come
Oh well I ain't no ice man
Ain't no ice man's son
I could keep you cool until your ice man comes
Because I'm wild about my lovin'
I like to have my fun
Wanna be a girl of mine
Baby bring it with you when you come
Oh I don't want the sugar
Stirred up in my tea
Hell that gal I'm lovin's sweet enough for me
Oh I'm wild about my lovin'
Oh I like to have my fun
Wanna be a girl of mine
Sugar bring it with you when you come
Oh well I ain't no gardener
Ain't no gardener's son
But I could smell your flowers
Til your gardener comes
Because I'm wild about my lovin'
I like to have my fun
Wanna be a girl of mine
Baby bring it with you when you come
(guitar solo)
- Yeah!
- All right!
(audience applauding)
- Thank you.
(unclear) When we got the,
the message to play this thing we were doin' like,
we need, we need someone to wake everybody up
every once in a while.
(unclear)
It's dancin' music too so if you feel like
bustin' a move, it's highly encouraged.
- [Man] Can I get a little bit more bass over here--
(unclear) 20 percent more--
- I'm gonna do you all a blues tune
that I've, I, I uh, wrote the words to.
Well I don't know if I'm goin'
I don't know where I'm bound
- Oh wait, let me rephrase.
I don't know where I'm goin'
Hey but I know just where I'm bound
Well when I get lowdown and lonesome
Hell the highway is my lost and found
Well I got a bad luck charm
I keep it in my high top Stetson hat
I got a bad luck charm
I keep it in my high top Stetson hat
Well when the time comes to (unclear)
Well you know just where it's at
Oh well if livin' is a gamble
And dyin's a sure bet
Oh if livin' is a gamble
And dyin' is a sure bet
Well dyin's much too easy
I believe I'll gamble to my last cent
All right
Oh my feet are gettin' itchy
My head is upside down
Oh my feet are gettin' itchy
My head is upside down
Well if you ever need to find me
Just listen for this lonesome sound
All right
(audience applauds)
- Ah thank you folks, thank you.
It was a hard winter, folks.
It was a hard winter,
and we're about far away from...
We are from the winter that I think we might
actually even be a little closer to the next one.
This is a song about the winter.
I do believe if you're a songwriter
in Minnesota, you can't get away with uh,
not writing a tune about how much
the winter infiltrates your soul
in this uh, part of the world.
And so this is uh, my winter blues here.
Oh well it's dead of winter
In Minnesota
It's gettin' cold out
And my baby's gettin' colder
Well she asked me to stay
Now I'm in the way
New Orleans is so far away
And I'm busted
Oh well the snow is fallin'
The mercury is droppin'
Ain't got no money and I'm losin' my mind
Guess the cold cold air's so hard to breathe
And I know when it's time to leave
So I'm goin'
You don't need me anyways
Love was never meant to be a game
Oh no no no
Well the trees are talkin'
The wind is burnin'
My tank is empty
But my engine is churnin'
Whoa moments hang like stars in the sky
You try to catch 'em
Boy they're bound to pass you by
Oh I'm a roadrunner
An honest lover
Oh I ain't worried 'cause I'll find me another
If you find someone to hold
Hey don't you trade it for silver
No don't you trade it for gold
Well it's dead of winter
In Minnesota
It's gettin' cold out
And my baby's gettin' colder
- Aw thank you folks,
Mr. (unclear) is on the lap steel there,
he just picked that up over the winter, actually.
- I'll even play that for you.
- We all have to keep ourselves busy, Jack.
Plus there's a lot of real dobro players
so if I got a shiny one, you know,
nobody'll notice.
Oh it's lonely here
A shot of whiskey in the beer
Is this end
Have I finally lost my head
I'm feeling low
Got nowhere to go
Stuck behind the eight ball again
I keep my nose clean
If you know what I mean
Whiskey is my sin
Oh the bravest never win
It ain't no surprise
You can see it in my eyes
Stuck behind the eight ball again
Mountain skies are blue and gold
A sweeter hand I'll never hold
'Cause if I try
I might find that I can't fly
Stuck behind the eight ball again
(slow guitar)
Oh highways roll
And rivers flow
The road I ride is long and slow
Hell I've never turned around
Oh lost and never found
Stuck behind the eight ball again
Hell I breathe
And I remember to relax
Evaporate my future
And forget about my past
Luck is on my side
No it never does run dry
Stuck behind the eight ball again
Oh a wise man said
You ain't stuck until you're dead
Life is but a game
And you've got no one to blame
So shuffle out that jail
And bank it off the rail
And you'll never be
Stuck behind the eight ball again
- [Voiceover] Thank you for watching
Grass Land Jam.
Join us next time for more bluegrass
and old time music.
- [Voiceover] Funding for this program
has been provided by
the Minnesota Arts and Cultural Heritage Fund
through a vote of the people of Minnesota
on November 4th, 2008.
- [Jack] He's playing the accordion,
the lap steel and the washboard
as you can see I guess.