Sunday, June 17, 2012

Sam "The Man" Leonard Haskins



He Was A Friend Of Mine



He Was A Friend Of Mine By Gerry Hubbard

"Sam The Man” we called him in those Catskill rolling hills

And though its fifty years ago, I picture him at will

A long and lean and lanky kid, fair skinned, blue eyes, blond hair
Raising hell and having fun, he’d take on any dare

As kids, we prowled those hills and towns in both our father’s cars
We “parked” and went to swimming holes, under-aged, we’d hit the bars

We’d go pick up “The Prattsville Girls”, we’d smoke and buy them shakes
Like devils, drive the fire roads in the hills behind Earl’s lake

His Dad had bought a ‘52, pale green, cool Pontiac
And I flipped a butt and burned a hole right through the seat in back.

We both played sports in high school, though he a year behind
Both dirt poor and scraggly, but we didn’t seem to mind

When he went in the Navy, I saw him just once more
On Haskin Hill, while both on leave, we swapped our service lore

But I often thought about him and the crazy times we had
From what I know it seems he had more good times than the bad

Then I look back and have regrets as everybody can,
I knew him only as a boy I never knew the man…..

Haskin, Leonard William "Sam"
23-Year Navy Veteran Retired From City Of Chattanooga

Leonard William "Sam" Haskin, 67, died on Thursday, Oct. 12, 2006, at his home.
He served 23 years in the U.S. Navy before retiring to Chattanooga.
He worked for the city of Chattanooga for the past 13 years.
He is survived by his loving wife of 45 years, Fay Henderson Haskin, of Chattanooga; daughter and son-in-law, Jacqueline and Kevin Smith, of Chattanooga; sons and daughters-in-law, Peter and Annette Haskin, of Ooltewah, Brent Haskin, of Chattanooga, Keith and Jeanne Haskin, of Dalton, Ga.; three grandchildren, Alex Smith, Zach Smith and Katie Haskin; brothers and sisters-in-law, Neil and Ruth Haskin, of Duanesburg, N.Y., Michael and Ruthy Haskin, of Southwick, Ma.; sisters, Charlotte Carlton, of Chattanooga, Joan Tiger, of Lexington Park, Md., and Peggy Harper, of Syracuse, N.Y.; and many nieces and nephews.
Graveside services will be at 10 a.m. Friday at Chattanooga National Cemetery with the Rev. Art Jones officiating and with full military honors. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Hospice of Chattanooga, 4355 Highway 58, Chattanooga, TN 37416.
Condolences may be sent at www.heritagefh.com.
Arrangements are by Heritage Funeral Home & Cremation Services,

7454 East Brainerd Road, Chattanooga, TN 37421.

Friday, June 8, 2012

"The Border" Written And Performed By Craig Hubbard




The Border  Craig Hubbard
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Run away, run away with me tonight.
Run away, run away with me tonight.
Won't you meet me at the station at midnight?
Won't you meet me at the station at midnight?

Gonna hang, gonna hang in the morning.
Gonna hang, gonna hang in the morning.
Sheriff Larn and his posse are closing.
Sheriff Larn and his posse are closing.

Can our love lead us farther?
By dawn we'll be to the border.
You'll see, just believe in me.

Run away, run away with me tonight.
Run away, run away with me tonight.
Slip out into the darkness.
Slip out into the darkness.

Bag of memories, bag of trinkets.
Bag of memories, bag of trinkets.
Is all we need to face  the morrow.
Is all we need to face tomorrow.

Can our love lead us farther?
By the dawn we'll  be to the border.
You'll see, just believe in me.

The dawn lights rising in the meadow.
The dawn lights rising in the meadow.
I waited all night here at the station
I waited all night here at the station

Sheriff Larn has got me surrounded.
Sheriff Larn has got me surrounded.
Swingin high in a lonesome pine tree.
Swingin high in a lonesome pine tree.


Our love has led me farther.
She cries, cries in her locked up tower.
For me.  Did she believed in me?

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Mother Of The Bride Billy Bragg, By David Hubbard

"Mother Of The Bride"  Billy Bragg









The Reverend Mother went and got me a drink
She came back and said to me "Well what do you think"
I said "I've made myself a fool
For the naughtiest girl in school"
How can I deal with this hurt I feel inside?
I tell it to the mother of the bride

I put on my suit and smile for the big day
But I couldn't watch as her dad gave her away
And as they solemnly said "You'll do"
Her mother said "That should have been you"
How can I deal with this hurt I feel inside?
I tell it to the mother of the bride

At the mercy of the moon
The boy who spoke too soon

She married him and destroyed all my hopes
Of a two-up, two-down, two point five
and a dish on the roof for the soaps
But I saw them at the hardware store
He looked boring and she looked bored
How can I deal with this hurt I feel inside?
I tell it to the mother of the bride

It's nice to know that someone was on my side
Best wishes to the mother of the bride.