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Dancin' Shoes
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guitar, vocal, synthesizer, with Linda Kelly Armour -Vocals; Jay DuCharme - Production; Scott Howarth - Drums
antiwar history
Folk singer, social commentary, satire, people's stories, children's music
Hi Folks, The Bard Insurgent here. My comrade D.O. (the Poet Roofer) and I got that handle (The Bard Insurgents) from traveling town to town performing songs and poetry about people's lives. I've been performing since I was 3 years old, cutting my vocal chords on liturgical and classical music. I was a concert soloist as a child, when I wasn't herding cows, throwing hay and shoveling manure. During the Civil Rights movement and the Vietnam war, I began writing songs about social change. I left the country in 1970 and my dozen years in other countries, mostly in Africa & South America, have provided a global perspective to my music. My travels helped me realize that people all around the world are essentially the same in their basic life needs and their desires to live peacefully in their communities. These experiences have informed my commitment to working for international understanding as I organize at home. A powerful way to educate and inspire is with music. I tell people's stories, do social commentary with a touch of satire that I hope you enjoy and share with your friends, as well as sing together in the streets and in your living rooms. I also have children's music written for the children in my life with Jacob and Kayla as primary muses. Looking forward to seeing you on the road, Tom
Song Info
Charts
Peak #6
Peak in subgenre #3
Author
Tom Neilson
Rights
tom neilson
Uploaded
June 22, 2019
Track Files
MP3
MP3 6.3 MB 128 kbps 6:55
Story behind the song
In 1970, a 21 yo farm boy heads south to Mexico to avoid the war in Vietnam
Lyrics
Guns were blazin across the sea Spent my last night on the floor CO better than a PhD. No way I’m goin to this war. Freight train leaving this Texas town Headin down the line to Brownsville Barely took off my cap and gown Tin soldiers with flowers gone to kill Swingin doors invite me in Leave my backpack at the end of the bar Country band with a Texas swing Can I be your swinging star So invite me for a drink or two Not a night to feel alone Let me hold you for a dance or two Soon the road’ll be my home Don’t want to drink your union bustin brew Don’t need no liquor to wash me down I just want to swing and sweat with you Before I leave this border town You were teaching kids to read and write But you’d collected your last pay Takin your dancing shoes on the road Gonna wear them in LA Guns were blazin across the sea Rio Grande waitin outside the door But right now it’s you and me Burnin up this bar room floor Last night in this country for a long, long while The memory I take away is you Can’t remember feeling such a smile Like I’m feelin in your dancing shoes
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