Sweet Home Chicago, Robert Johnson, By David Hubbard

Sweet Home Chicago was composed by Robert Johnson. Considered THE classic Chicago blues song, every blues band in the world plays Sweet Home Chicago!

Come on, baby don't you want to go
Come on, baby don't you want to go
To the same old place, sweet home Chicago
Now, one and one is two, two and two is four
I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go
Cryin' baby, honey, don't you want to go
Back to the same old place, my sweet home Chicago
Come on, baby don't you want to go
Com on, baby don't you want to go
To the same old place, sweet home Chicago
Now two and two is four, six and two is eight
Come on baby, don't you make me late
I'm cryin' hey, baby, don't you want to go
To the same old place, sweet home Chicago
Come on, baby don't you want to go
Com on, baby don't you want to go
To the same old place, sweet home Chicago
Two and two is four, four and two is six,
keep stayin out late at night you gonna get your business fixed.
Six and two is eight, eight and two is ten
She double crossed you one time
and she gonna do it again.
I'm goin to Chicago, two thousand miles away,
Boy won't you tell me that you'll be my friend someday.

Getting The Cows Talking Blues Gerry Hubbard

Getting The Cows Talking Blues  Gerry Hubbard

Getting The Cows Talking Blues  

Co’ Bos, Cooo’ Bos”, we used to call when the cows weren’t at the gate
At the hilltop just below our house, when we were running late
If they weren’t there, we’d walk and run by the “crik” bed up the hill
Through sparkling dew, wet wild flowers and the song bird’s morning trill

Getting up at six o’clock in the morning sun or rain
We had to get the cows and milk before the school bus came
Our cow dog Prince, would bark and swing his broken leg around
As we worked the cows out through the trees and brought them slowly down

The old cow path’s were there before first mule and wagon tracks
And settlers planted buckwheat all through the hills out back
Began by Indians hunting game all through those rolling hills
And I bet in just a little while, I could find them for you still

But we never thought of that back then as we strived to get chores done
Just tried to get those damned cows milked, then school and have some fun
Because the girls were miles away except for those in school
So village kids thought school a drag but farm kids thought it cool

Johnny Goodmonk rode for hours on an old gray Ford farm tractor
To court the girls out in the hills and get what he was after
And so the spring and summer days rolled smoothly into fall
And every day we brought the cows inside and milked them all

One time in school, a teacher said, trying to wound my pride
“Whoever smells like cow manure, I wish you’d go outside.”
I left the class and slowly said, “It’s true I’ve stepped in shit,”
But it’s only on the outside, but you, you’re full of it.”

Prof bounced me from the school again and this time not for smoking
To say teachers were full of it was pretty much verboten
So I got a school vacation for two late warm springtime days
When I got up each morning, guess what I had to say

You guessed it, “Co Bos, Co Bos” to get the cows to come
And then I worked for two full days hard labor on that farm
But I guess I learned a lesson as I stayed from school those days
Nothing’s often good to do, and always good to say.

Summer Of My Independence © 2002 Craig Hubbard

It was the summer of my independence

It was the end of many long goodbyes

Ran into a girl that I'd known for quite a long time

Through the years we kept close ties

I found her yesterday, running through the market

I tried to tell her my love was not pretend

She would not believe it till she got what she wanted

Not a lover, but a best friend
Not just a lover but a best friend

Now she runs to her friends and she runs to her mother

She runs everywhere but here

And she runs to old boyfriends, she runs to her daddy

Leaving me alone to sip my beer

Contemplating the past three years

I said, "Marie, our love is made of laughter

Like a tree it grows stronger through the years

Like the dust that forms high up in a rafter

Wipe it off, later on it reappears."

And I can't believe it when you tell me that you're hungry

For something more than bread and wine

I'll fill your belly with undivided attention

Quench your thirst with poetry and rhyme
I'll quench your thirst with poetry and rhyme

Now she runs to her friends and she runs to her mother

She runs everyone but me

And she runs to old boyfriends, she runs to her daddy

Why didn't she think to run to me

Why didn't she simply run to me

But I'm seasoned at this

It's nothing I haven't tasted before

I'm seasoned at this

So I'll just pour another beer

And she runs to her friends and she runs to her mother

She runs everyone but me

And she runs to old boyfriends, she runs to her daddy

Why didn't she think to run to me

Why didn't she simply run to me
Why didn't she think to run to me
Bye Bye, Bye Bye  I'm going back to the city
Bye Bye, Bye Bye  I'm going back to the city

"Bellyachin" Original By A Teen-Aged David Hubbard

Bellyachin’, Original By A Teen-Aged David Hubbard

Well today I got a letter in
Telling me that I could win
10 millions dollars or a ball point pen
In the biggest sweepstakes ever
No I'm not happy and I'm not sad
'Cause 10 million dollars wouldn't be so bad
I've got cabin fever and we haven't had a decent day of weather


And in other houses it's the same as it is here
With mothers drinking cheap Chablis
And fathers drinking beer
The television's on the blink
It hasn't worked in years
And I'm just sleepin', eatin;, bellyachin'


I remember the day  I turned sixteen
Sippin' on a glass of Ovaltine
Driving my little red submarine
I stretched my self elastic 
And with my ever changing views
Like the sunshine changes a color's hues
I'm sorry to report the news
That part time friend are plastic



And in other houses it's the same as it is here
With mothers drinking cheap Pinot Gris
And fathers drinking beer
The television's on the blink
It hasn't worked in years
And I'm just singin', sleepin', bellyachin'


I applied for a job and got employed
My family and friends were overjoyed
But we became slightly annoyed
When the boss said he'd mistaken
Said the manager with a sheepish look
"Son, you can't have a job that's already been took".
So I'm writing this song in my music book
About all the time I'm wastin'


 Well it's time for me to stop all this fuss
And drive across the country in a beat up bus
I need someone to love and somebody to trust
Before my dreams are rusted


So as your'e driving your car down the road of life
With a dog and a kid and a beautiful wife 
This world is mean so carry a knife
And watch out to not get busted



And in other houses it's the same thing it is here
With Grandma in a wheel chair with a hearing aid in her ear 
And Mom and Dad have since retired, they haven't worked in years
And I'm just singin', sleepin', eatin'
Six o'clock and dinner's heatin'
And I'm just walkin' talkin' bellyachin'

Life Is Fleeting: The Death Of Charles Hubbard, Original By Gerry Hubbard

"Charles Hubbard of Sidney died, drawing ice from the river, caught under sleigh runners."...death notice in Sidney, NY newspaper around 1900.....

Just fourteen words complete it 
The ending of a life
No mention of a father
Of children or a wife


Chorus: About a hundred years ago
From a river hauling ice
Charles Hubbard slipped and fell
And ended then his life.

It might have been a sunny day
Or one deluged with snow 
Or just with winter’s keen cold breath
I guess we’ll never know 


Chorus: About a hundred years ago
From a river hauling ice
Charles Hubbard slipped and fell
And ended then his life.

I smell the sweating horses
Hear creaking of a sleigh
As Charles tugged and held the lines
The last time on that day


Chorus: About a hundred years ago
From a river hauling ice
Charles Hubbard slipped and fell
And ended then his life.

It might have been a patch of ice
A small uneven dip
That caused the team to buck and lunge
And start that fatal slip

Chorus: About a hundred years ago
From a river hauling ice
Charles Hubbard slipped and fell
And ended then his life.


Chorus: About a hundred years ago
From a river hauling ice
Charles Hubbard slipped and fell
And ended then his life.

"Next To Me", Original By Craig Hubbard

San Bruno Mountain

In the morning, when I wake up.
How I miss my only true love.
Just the mountain, and your memory
Next to me.

I remember time a'wondering.
In the shadow of the mountain.
With the breeze, and you smilin
Next to me.

We'd go walking San Bruno Mountain.
Drink cool water from the fountain.
And in the morning, you'd wake up
Next to me.

Now the days pass like a freight train.
On its way to San Bruno Station.
And I'm crying cause there's no one
Next to me.

Oh, Lord won't you take me when my time comes.
Bury me there on that mountain.
So I can lie again with my true love
Next to me.

David Rocking On" Not Fade Away", Patty/Hardin

NOT FADE AWAY 
(Petty/Hardin)



I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be 
You're gonna give your love to me 
I'm gonna love you night and day 
Well love is love and not fade away 
Well love is love and not fade away
My love bigger than a Cadillac 
I try to show it and you're drivin' me back 
Your love for me has got to be real 
For you to know just how I feel 
Love is real and not fade away 
Well love is real and not fade away
I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be 
You're gonna give your love to me 
Love to last more than one day 
Well love is love and not fade away 
Well love is love and not fade away 
Well love is love and not fade away 
Love, love is love and not fade away 
Not fade away 
Not fade away  

Downbound Train Bruce Springsteen, Cover By Craig Hubbard

Downbound Train Bruce Springsteen, Cover By Craig Hubbard 

Downbound Train Bruce Springsteen

I had a job, I had a girl

I had something going, mister, in this world

I got laid off down at the lumber yard

Our love went bad, times got hard

Now I work down at the car wash

Where all it ever does is rain

Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train

She just said, "Joe, I gotta go

We had it once, we ain't got it anymore"

She packed her bags, left me behind

She bought a ticket on the Central Line

Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining

I feel her kiss in the misty rain

And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train

Last night I heard your voice

You were crying, crying, you were so alone

You said your love had never died

You were waiting for me at home

Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods

I ran till I thought my chest would explode

There in the clearing, beyond the highway

In the moonlight, our wedding house shone

I rushed through the yard

I burst through the front door, my head pounding hard

Up the stairs I climbed

The room was dark, our bed was empty

Then I heard that long whistle whine

And I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried

Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang

Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain

Now, don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train

Fly Around, My Pretty Little Miss (Traditional) David Hubbard

Fly Around, My Pretty Little Miss (Traditional)

Well, I love to see my pretty little gal standing at the door

Stockings in her little hand and bare feet on the floor

Oh, fly around, my pretty little Miss

Fly around, my Daisy

Fly around, my pretty little Miss

Almost drive me crazy

Now, when I was a little-bitty boy, sixteen inches high

I used to hug and kiss them gals until their mommas cried

Oh, fly around, my pretty little Miss

Fly around, my Daisy

Fly around, my pretty little Miss

Almost drive me crazy

Oh, coffee groves, and white oak trees, and rivers flow with brandy

And when I kiss my own true love, my tongue’s as sweet as candy

Oh, fly around, my pretty little Miss

Fly around, my Daisy

Fly around, my pretty little Miss

Almost drive me crazy

Don't Go Cryin When You're Not Mine, Original By Craig Hubbard

Written And Performed By Craig Hubbard

Don’t Go Cryin When You’re Not Mine

I hope that everything works out for you. I hope one day your vision comes true.
But one day you might be searching till your face turns blue.
Then don't go cryin when you're not mine.

It's funny how you think you've seem my face before.
Cuz I haven't been around for two or three years or more.
But still your clothes are on my bedroom floor.
So don't go cryin when you're not mine.

Now U2 play softly on the radio.
As the playboys of the past turn their heads and go.
Because they found out that every man has his row to hoe.
So  don't go cryin when you're not mine.

Now the wheels on the track slowly grind.
And your bedroom eyes unwind.
For a ghost who's hands will never find.
That our world is way beyond it's time.
And I won't bow to any of their God shrines.
And if you're not being born then you're just slowly dieing.
So  don't go cryin when you're not mine.

You flick your smoke and tell me that I'm bold.
As the New Jersey roadmapp unfolds.
And you listen to every story that I told.
As young men sweep down and steal your soul.
As young babies cry out in the cold.
And the ideals of our land are being sold.
And the bell keeper rings his final tole.
And yet you think your heart remains unsold.
To the preacher in the park who's words turn to gold.
And every young boy must one day hit the road.
So  don't go cryin when you're not mine. .

Now New York City's always been a place for me.
To try and figure out all the things I see.
And somehow to protect my true identity.
But everywhere I go I see your history.
So all day long I pay the penalty.
Of ever being part of your company.
And the ramifications are coming plain to see.
That you'll never become what you want to be.
Because living int the past is just a fantasy.
And one day child I'm gonna role outta here free.
So  don't go cryin when you're not mine. 

Kicked By Cow Talking Blues, Three Chord One Take And To Hell With It

Kicked, Original By Gerry Hubbard

“Paul’s been kicked”, Aunt Madeline said, through the old crank phone we had
“A window’s broke, an artery’s cut and he’s bleeding pretty bad.”

“He was in the barn just doing chores, gettin’ milk ready to send
When he got kicked through a window by that Ayeshire on the end.”

So Mom came running to our barn where we were milking cows
And said, “LaVerne, go get the car, Paul needs a doctor now!”

So we pulled off the milk machines, shut down the vacuum pump
And in a fifty-one green Chevy, both of us did jump

We made the mile to Uncle Earle’s, the peddle to the floor
And came up fast to a skidding stop beside the red barn door

Paul was there beside the barn, both arm’s were wrapped in white
We could see the bright blood seeping through and his eyes and lips were tight

“I should’ve killed her long ago”, he said with a rueful grin
“That bitch gets out and kicks like hell now see the shape I’m in.”

The nearest doc in Middleburg was twenty-miles away
And we’ve never drove that Guinea road as fast as on that day

We took him to Doc Lyons, got his bone deep cuts all stitched
And he mostly said on the ride back home, “I’m gonna kill that bitch”

But he healed fast and has the scars and he never killed that cow
But I’ll bet it all comes back to him when he thinks about it now

That summer night, the shattered glass, those bruised and bloody arms
And the times that only can be had by working on a farm

And I bet he shares with a lot of us a kind of soothing fact.
If you’re raised up on a dairy farm, life’s easy after that.

Take A Bow, Cover By David Hubbard

“Take a Bow”

"Take a Bow"

Song Writers:  Tor Erik Hermansen,Mikkel Eriksen, Shaffer Smith,  Performed by Rihanna

You look so dumb right now

Standing outside my house
Trying to apologize
You're so ugly when you cry
Please, just cut it out

Don't tell me you're sorry 'cause you're not
And baby when I know you?re only sorry you got caught

But you put on quite a show, really had me going
But now it's time to go, curtain?s finally closing
That was quite a show, very entertaining
But it's over now
Go on and take a bow

Grab your clothes and get gone
You better hurry up before the sprinklers come on
Talking 'bout, "Girl, I love you. You're the one"
This just looks like a rerunPlease, what else is on?

Don't tell me you're sorry 'cause you're not
And baby when I know you?re only sorry you got caught

But you put on quite a show, really had me going
But now it's time to go, curtain's finally closing
That was quite a show, very entertaining
But it's over now
(But it's over now)
Go on and take a bow

Oh, and the award for the best liar goes to you
For making me believe that you could be faithful to me
Let's hear your speech out

How about a round of applause?
A standing ovation?

You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go; Craig Does Dylan

Just Another Year, Mark Swanson, By David Hubbard

Just Another Year ©Mark Swanson By David Hubbard

Catalogues and barking dogs are some things I remember

I look back at emotional wealth; getting my kicks, man I’ve been tested

Given away with pleasure and pain, ‘though sometime I resisted

I crawled up from a bottomless pit; you were there, and so I kissed you

Mrs. Right, where are you when I need held onto?

The things are clear; I hide my fear

Hey, it’s just another year

Well I hide my face when the sun comes up; for me accusations don’t talk

I spend my day in the pouring rain - just some bum stranded on the sidewalk

But with my magic coat, I can change my name and move to a better location

While I spit and swear on my new home there, lost in your deprivation

My friend, where are you when I need held onto?

The things are clear; I hide my fear

Hey, it’s just another year

Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe someday

Save me, save me, save me, save me some way

For another time, I could have announced I’m all consumed about tradition

But if you want me now, you can have me now, under just one condition:

That you don’t walk away all heartless and framed, a picture of much hesitation

While I lay cold in the bed you made, afraid of our complications

I’ll be here when you need me to hold onto

The things are clear, but it will last; don’t you fear

It’s just another year

Just another, like your Brother, but unlike your Mother

Just another year

Blue Wing, Rustic Acoustic By Gerry Hubbard

 Blue Wing, Tom Russell, By Gerry Hubbard

He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
Might have been a blue bird I don't know
He’d get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
Salmon boats and 45 below

He got that blue wing in jail in Walla Walla
And his cellmate there was Little Willy John
Willy he was once a great blues singer
And winging Willy wrote him up this song.

He said it's dark in here; can't see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away,  beyond these walls
Up above the clouds, where the rain don’t fall
On a poor man's dreams.

They paroled Blue Wing in August,  1963
And he moved on picking apples to the town of Wenatchee
Til the winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park
On the South side of Seattle,  where the days are cold and dark

And he drank and he dreamed a vision when the salmon still ran free
And his father’s father crossed that wide Bering sea
And the land belonged to everyone,  there were still old songs to sing
Now it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing

He said it's dark in here; can't see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away,  beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don’t fall
On a poor man's dreams.

Well he drank his way to LA, that's where he died
And no one knew his Christian name,  there was no one there to cry
But I heard  there was a funeral, with a  preacher and an old pine box
Half way through the service, Blue wing began to talk.

He said it's dark in here; can't see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away,  beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don’t fall
On a poor man's dreams.