Blame it on the Banjo's 2 songs by Anno Nymus

Blame it on the Banjos

Banjo from the mountains

banjo from the city

make a big racket

but they sure sound pretty !

Tater bug mando's – and fiddles so bold

hollers and yells – ancient riddles re-told

ballads of truth - and stories of old

all riches greater than any silver or gold

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Honky Tonks 'n Saturday Nights

Honky Tonk brawls 'n Saturday Nights

go to church Sunday – to set things right

Your good suit on – as you go to meetin'

'cause the tonk makes you foolish

But the church gives it meaning !

you end scuffed up

and just a little heart-broke

all your dough has gone up

in the proverbial smoke

one step forward – 2 steps back - bit ...

… by that “black dog” freight

train - coming at you ...

… down the same ol' tracks

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Motoring

The blustery and windy road

short and winding along it's way

the powerful smell of new mown hay

the pungent aroma of orange 
blossoms so fragrant and special

and vistas unfolding all along the way

chorus

Motoring Motoring

Flying in the wind

Motoring Motoring

Driving in the rain

Motoring Motoring

Rubber wheels rolling on

take me from here

and let me - roll me - and move me - on down the line

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Original Songs – Copyright R. Bigelow 2019