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Sweet's Better Than Salty
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In the words of James Taylor, It's me and my guitar. Always in the same mood! Then again, maybe my guitar is just humoring me - sigh -
Just me, I'm an old Folksinger that still plays out once in a blue moon. Thank you for listening to my primitive acoustic songs. I am a retired Army Bandsman, a certified Wall Wacker, and am currently a teacher. Next time I retire I am going back into Folksinging. It's the perfect occupation really, no hope of fame and fortune and definately keeps me humble. Folksinging just naturally makes me a better person I s'pose.
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Genre
Blues • Country Blues
Charts
#6,004 today Peak #109
#722 in subgenre Peak #15
Author
Charles W - T Consaul
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I wrote it, played it and sang it.
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December 18, 2005
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:02
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Everybody should write a song like this one. No, come to think of it, I already did that, so go ahead and write your own!
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Sweet's Better Than Salty Charles W - T Consaul 1. I got old and resectable Which is what folks have to do When they move too slow to get out of the way And They can't hear half of what most folks say But when my children ask me What great wisdom I've been taught I give them a taste of this old saw So I don't get hung or shot C: Sweet's Better than Salty And Salty's better than Sour Sour's better than Bitter's Better than Poison any hour Poison's better than Stabbing And stabbing's better than Burned So whever I am in life is fine That's the lesson I have learned 2. When I meet a lady that I want to keep around I don't ever talk about myself That's just one sure way to keep Sitting on the shelf But I practice and I polish Some clever little line Till the longer it grows And the less it shows Means that we'll both get along fine Chorus 3. Well, I went into politics It was natural for me I didn't ever have to do nothing at all I got free meals, free mail, free phone calls But when my fine constituents I slap this little line on them Like a thick old coat of paint Chorus 4. Well I've tried selling motor cars But I didn't have the heart It was hard to trust a pile of rust That might or might not start So I went back to selling tonic And making my own brew Cost it costs a bunch and it packs a punch And just might be good for you Chorus 5. Now when the scow falls down In the Northern towns I seek out a cosy jail For rest and relaxation Till Springtime goes my bail I'd always be the trustee For I never would break out The meals were free and the company Was something to write home about Chorus Repeat last two lines Marinate in Marsala Serves a whole bunch but only if they chew slowly
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