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Friday Night in Texas
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It was 1958 and the team from Clarksville, Texas played at DeKalb, across the county line, and this game is still being talked about.
alternative blues comedy
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Alternative. Blues. Comedy. Acoustic. Folk. Jazz. Protest. Country. Car songs. Motorcycle songs. Horse songs. Songs about mothers. Songs about being a mother.
Musically, I'm a storyteller. As a storyteller, I use music. Note, 5/10/06: I just took "Ridin' In Alone" off the page, because in my studies (I'm doing my Master of Arts in Humanities, with a Storytelling emphasis, at Prescott College) I have begun to do archival research, and that was one of several songs that were just not correct. Bits and pieces of it were, but the whols thing was incorrect... Damn! And it was one of my favorites! I have rewritten the lyrics, keeping the melody and chorus, and centered on Father Kino, an amazing man who did indeed ride alone throughout Apacheland in the late 1600's, building missions and bringing cattle, wheat, and orchards to Alta Pimeria. Gotta re-record it. I am mostly working by myself right now, although Bill Vasquez (keyboard, small brass, flutes) and I have long-range plans for recording and performing some wildly jazzy stuff. Working to pay the bills, unfortunately, gets in the way of musical time together at this point.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Vocals
Charts
Peak #153
Peak in subgenre #17
Author
MaryK Croft
Rights
(c)2008
Uploaded
April 24, 2010
Track Files
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:27
Story behind the song
I got the story from an old man who was on the Clarksville team along with his brother.
Lyrics
Friday Night in Texas Ita€™s a classic rivalry every year when Clarksville plays DeKalb. Those high school boys look big and mean as they spread out on the field. Their coaches really pump a€˜em up with all the pep talk they can blab, And each side knows ita€™s up to them to win and never yield. Boys, the other teama€™s got devila€™s horns Theya€™ll mow you down as sure as youa€™re born And if you lose youa€™ll face the scorn at Saturday morning breakfast. So get out there and make no mistake Just keep on going, and dona€™t you break The honor of the whole towna€™s at stake a€˜cause ita€™s Friday night in Texas. Now you may think ita€™s a little thing, but ita€™s serious here in the Great State. a€˜Cause football, boys, is truly king and in these towns ita€™s a big deal Both the teams were rarina€™ to go back in 19 and 58 To snort and blow and reap and sowa€”ita€™s life-and-death and ita€™s so real. On Friday night in any small town, The people come from miles around To watch their boys run a football down a€˜cause the stadium is the nexus Of the social life of every fall. They talk about whoa€™d run the ball And who got sacked; discussing all about Friday night in Texas. It was 16 to zip at the quarter; the Bears had Clarksville down. But the Tigers came back and earned 18 with two minutes left to unwind. The fans were screaming, the visiting Tigers vindicating their town, But their frantic coach glared up at the press box, and made the a€œRun the clocka€ sign. Seems the man on the clock was so caught up in the drama unfolding below That hea€™d forgot to start it, and then DeKalb made an 80-yard run. Fourth down on the 2, and goal to go, the Bears made it over the goal, But the game should have ended a minute before, if only the clock had been done. A hush fell over the field just then, as the stadium figured it out The players and coaches stood right there, until someone began to shout: a€œDeKalb wins!a€ But the players knew that it wasna€™t exactly right And the teams looked into the othersa€™ eyes and they understood that night. . There were none with horns, they were the same, Just alike in their love for the game, Did the Bearsa€™ team feel the shame? a€œThose Clarksville boys did best usa€¦a€ And though ita€™s been discussed since then, And every year they play again, Ita€™s another story told of when it was Friday night in Texas.
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