Kaddywompas

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Kaddywompas

Twelve original Americana songs
CD: 14.95

 

A country quilt collection of song-stories to fill you full of fresh air and fantastic, flamboyant fun! A musical journey the whole family will enjoy again and again.

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Kaddywompas

words and music by Tim Noah © 1989

Clean white sheets and underwear
Flappin’ on the clothesline
Catchin’ fresh air
Chicken in the kitchen, pigs in the barn
Flea bit dog o’ mine don’t give a darn

And I’m jumpin’ up high
Kickin’ an ol’ cow pie
Chasin’ dragon flies
Under the clear blue sky
Hey-ay look at that corn
Nothin’ like a country mornin’

You can eat a stack
Of sourdough flapjacks
Gallop all day on the bay
With a sway back
Get a big smack on the lips
In the haystack
Go to church and pray

CHORUS:
When I get to Kaddywompas
I’m gonna go hog wild
When I get to Kaddywompas
Bein’ Mother Nature’s child
When I get to Kaddywompas
You can see a friendly smile
A country mile away

Huckleberry jam,
Screen door slam
Get your chores done
Quick as you can
Goin’ runnin’ through the woods
Shinny up a tree
Chased by bears
And stung by bees

Ol’ guys swattin’ at flies
Swappin’ them same old lies
Eatin’ apple pies
Under the clear blue sky
Hey-ay look at that corn
Nothin’ like a country mornin’

I’m goin’ uptown
Gonna get the lowdown
Get gussied up cause
We’re goin’ to a hoedown
Gonna be a showdown
Never gonna slowdown
Dance ‘til the mornin’ light

You can eat a stack
Of sourdough flapjacks
Gallop all day on the bay
With a sway back
Get a big smack on the lips
In the haystack
Go to church and pray

(REPEAT CHORUS X 2)

 

Lucky Day

words and music by Tim Noah © 1989

I used to wait for the hands of fate
To deal me an extra ace
Instead of pie in the sky
Well, I ducked to late
And I got one in the face, but

It’s my (your) lucky day
I can feel it in my bones
It’s my (your) lucky day
I’m steppin’ out on my own
Shoutin’ howdy to everybody
Along the way
Feelin’ extraordinary
It’s my lucky day

Sometimes the road of life seems like
A trail of banana peels
Sometimes it feels like I’m danglin’
By a thread
With alligators snappin’ at my heels

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Instead of pie in the sky
Well, I ducked to late
And got one in the face

(REPEAT CHORUS)

It’s your lucky day
What a wonderful world
I’m on my way
Feelin’ extraordinary
It’s my lucky day

It’s your lucky day
What a wonderful world
I’m on my way
Feelin’ okey-dokey dandy
It’s my lucky day

 

Aunt Vera & Uncle Don

words and music by Tim Noah © 1989

CHORUS:
No one’s nearer than my good aunt Vera
And dear uncle Don
On the farm, they’re a couple of buddies
No one’s nearer than my good aunt Vera
And dear uncle Don
On the farm, they’re a couple of buddies

Aunt Vera bakes the bread
Cleans and sweeps
Uncle Don chops the wood
Shears the sheep
And there’s nothing
That I wouldn’t give
To live the life they live

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Aunt Vera sings a song
She grins and picks
My uncle Don
Sings along
He does magic tricks
And there’s nothing
That I wouldn’t give
To live the life they live

(REPEAT CHORUS)

 

Debalexy

words and music by Tim Noah © 1989

Since she was a baby
Hardly been born
Dancin’ on grandpa’s knee
He would play the fiddle
Folks would gather ‘round
Just to take a look and see

Light and nimble
Clever and quick
She jumped down
And did a double back flip
Stood on her head
Sang, “Davy Crockett
King of the wild frontier”

CHORUS:
“Dance Debalexy dance”
Grandpa’d wink and say
“The melody goes on forever
So listen to the fiddle play”

She’d wake up in the mornin’
Stretch and yawn
Jump into her dancin’ shoes
Grandpa always fixed her breakfast
And sent her off to school

With hands clappin’
Singin’, finger snappin’
Even the teacher
Had her toes a tappin’
When Debalexy danced
Anything could happen
The kids would all jump up
And give a cheer

(REPEAT CHORUS)

One sad day
Grandpa passed away
Beyond heaven’s door
Debalexy’s heart was broken
Her feet stuck to the floor

“Grandpa”, she cried
“You said the melody
Would never die”
Then she lay down
And cried and cried
“I’ll never dance again”

Teardrops fell in pools and puddles
And winter turned to spring
The daisies bloomed
Outside her window
She heard the bluebird sing

A melody pure and true
Debalexy’s feet knew what to do
They slipped into her dancin’ shoes
Like old familiar friends

“Dance Debalexy, dance”
She heard her grandpa say
“The melody goes on forever
So listen to the fiddle play”

(REPEAT CHORUS)

 

Ol' Fiddles

words and music by Tim Noah © 1989

He was born a mutt
The runt of the litter
I never could quite
Turn my back on
That scrawny little critter
Oh, what a sorrowful sight

That pup looked up
Into my eyes
He knew I was his own
I told him “Git”
But wigglin’ and waggin’
He followed me home
He’s been underfoot
From that day on

CHORUS:
But he’s mine all mine
Rain or shine he’s mine
That dog gone dog
Ol’ Fiddles

With four left feet
Goin’ different directions
At the same time
He never has offered
Much protection
Just a pitiful whine

When trouble comes ‘round
I say “Sick ‘em!”
It’s such a disgrace
He tucks his tail
Betwixt his legs
And licks my face
A pick up truck
Is all he can chase

(REPEAT CHORUS)

He never caught a rabbit
And he never brought nothin’
Home from the hunt
Just a rump full o’ buckshot
And smellin’ o’ skunk

The night he went cavortin’
And consortin’ with the coyotes
I heard him wail
Just like the time
I drove the tractor over his tail
Did you ever in your life
See a dog go pale?

(REPEAT CHORUS)

He’s mine all mine
From his lopped off tail
To his pitiful whine
That dog gone dog
Ol’ Fiddles

 

Country Store

words and music by Tim Noah © 1989

I was walkin’ down the road
With a nickel in my hand
Goin’ to the country store
Me n’ my dog
And we were kickin’ a can
Goin’ to the country store

Singin’ fiddley diddley diddley dee
We’re goin’ to the country store
My ol’ dog Fiddles and me
We’re goin’ to the country store

Well, I was walkin’ down the road
I met my friend named Bob
He asked me, “What’cha
Walkin down the road for?”
Fiddley diddley diddley dee
I said, “I’m goin’ to the country store”

Well, Bob said,
“Would you help me do my chores
So I can go to the store?”
Fiddley diddley diddley dee
“Well”, I decided, “Sure!”

Walkin’ down the road
With a nickel in my hand
Goin’ to the country store
Me n’ Bob and we were kickin’ a can
Goin’ to the country store

SIngin’ fiddley diddley diddley dee
Goin’ to the country store
My dog Fiddles, Bob n’ me
We’re goin’ to the country store

Well the store was still three miles away
And I mean it was a red-hot-
Fry-an-egg-on-your-forehead kind of day
So after awhile we started slowin’ way down
Our feet were draggin’ on the ground
When…

Here come Jim, right along side
Grinnin’ and ridin’ his bike
Jim said, “Hey, would you like a ride
Or would you rather hike?”

Fiddley diddley diddley dee
Me n’ Bob saw stars
Bob on the fender, Jim on the seat
And me on the handlebars

Singin’ fiddley diddley diddley dee
Goin’ to the country store
Fiddles, Bob, Jim n’ me
We’re goin’ to the country store

Well, everything was goin’ just fine until
We cam to the notorious Kaddywompas Hill
I didn’t see anyway in the world
We could make it up a hill that size
Until I turned around and looked
At the look in my friend Jim’s eyes
And I heard him say…
“We can make it, no sweat!”

Well, he had such determination in his voice
And in his eyes, I began to believe him
And he started breathin’ real hard
Seemed to make a difference
So I did it too
Then I heard Bob on the back Fender
And ol’ Fiddles

When we finally reached the very top
It was just as steep goin’
Down the other side
As it had been comin’ up
It looked mighty scary
But at last we could see
The Kaddywompas Country Store
Just as purdy as could be
And we started pickin’ up speed

We were goin’ 25 miles an hour…35…
Goin’ 45 miles an hour and I turned around
And hollered, “Hey, Jim! Hit the brakes!”
Goin’ 55 when Jim shouted
“Brakes? What brakes?”
Goin’ faster and faster and… Whoa!
Goin’ lickety split
Down the Kaddywompas hill…

We each did six somersaults
Fourteen cartwheels, thirty-two flip-flops
And ninety-nine what’-cha-ma’-calls-it’s
We picked ourselves up
Dusted ourselves off
And walked into the store

Well, when I walked in the store
With a nickel in my hand
I met Sally and Merrilee
They said, “Hi, how ya’ all doin’?”
Friendly as they could be

Fiddley diddley diddley dee
There at the country store
Fiddles, Bob, Jim, Sally, Merrilee n’ me
There at the country store

Now, the way the song stops
And the story ends
I was in kind of a pickle
Cause as it turned out
Amongst all my friends
I was the only one with a nickel

Fiddley diddley diddley dee
There at the country store
And they all tried to get next to me
There at the country store

 

Mud

words and music by Tim Noah and Nickie Van Den Bosch © 1989

Way out west where the buzzards nest

Where the snakes and the lizards crawl
Where they don’t take baths and don’t wear fancy duds
There roamed the meanest hombre of them all
This scoundrels name was Mud

With a holler and a bang and his outlaw gang
He roamed from town to town
Terrorizing folks just for fun
He swore and he swaggered
And he bragged real proud
‘Bout all the dirty deeds he’d done

CHORUS:
His name was Mud
Lower than slug slime on the ground
His name was Mud
You’d better not stick around
Pack it up, high-tail it out o’ town
There’s gonna be a showdown

Feelin’ bored in Rocky Ford and itchin’ for a fight
He robbed the poor ‘cause he was in the mood

He was pickin’ on a feller who was half his size

When into town came riding the Dude

On his palomino mare, with his golden hair
His boots and saddle shined
His Stetson silhouetted by the sun
The Dude had arrived there just in time
To see the damage Mud had done

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Those bad cowboys stopped all their noise
A hush fell on the crowd
All that Mud could do was drop his jaw
He swallered his tobaccy
And he belched out loud
Struck dumb by the sights he saw

The Dude made a hoop with a loopty-loop
The circle grew and grew
He twirled his lariat until it sang
His aim was true and he threw that lasso
And hogtied the whole dang gang

LAST CHORUS:
His name was Mud
Lower than slug-slime on the ground
His name was Mud
Dude stripped and tied him down
To a fast freight headed out o’ town
Then they all had a hoedown

 

Betty Rose

words and music by Tim Noah © 1989

Betty Rose, with her tangled hair
And her raggedy clothes
First to be teased and the last to be chosen
Nobody knows, Betty Rose

No, nobody knows
Where does she go?
Nobody seems to care
And I, I watch her go by
Clumsy and shy
Nobody is aware

Of Betty Rose, with her tangled hair
And her raggedy clothes
First to be teased and the last to be chosen
Nobody knows, Betty Rose

 

The Great Potato Uprising

words and music by Tim Noah and Creed Noah© 1989

Late one night there was a knock on the door
I stumbled downstairs to see what for
I looked high, then I looked low
There stood a little ol’ potato

“Excuse me”, he said as he sat on my shoe
“I’ve come to talk business with you!”
Well, I slammed the door, staggered upstairs
Jumped in bed and I said my prayers

I said, “Oooooooo I must be delirious
This ain’t happenin’ it just can’t be
Ooooooo, I must be delirious
Oh, Lordy have mercy on me!”

I pulled the covers up over my head
Heard little feet, but I played dead
I got the nerve to look again
And I nearly jumped right out o’ my skin

There was one tata’, two, three tata’ four
Marchin’ up the stairs, in through the door
Might’ve been a million of ‘em, maybe more
Sayin’, “We ain’t gonna take it no more!”

They came from down under the ground
And all that I could see
Was a whole lotta’ little biddy eyes
All of ‘em starin’ at me

Shoutin’, “Howdy, howdy hi! (Howdy, howdy hi!)
Howdy, howdy ho! (Howdy, howdy ho!)
Howdy, howdy hi! (Howdy, howdy hi!)
We’re the delegation of the potatoes!”

Ooooooo, they looked kind of curious
Sittin’ on my shoulder and on my knee
Ooooooo, it was mighty mysterious
What those taters said to me

“We been mashed, hashed, frittered and fried
Whipped, dipped, sliced and diced
We been scalloped, stuffed, baked and peeled
Now we don’t mind bein’ part o’ your meal

But don’t put garbage in the water, in the air
There’s a great big hole in the ozone layer
There’s no place left for a tater to hide
We’rte chokin’ on acid rain and pesticides

Oooooooo, the situation is serious
We’re warnin’ you human bein’s
Oooooo, the situation is dangerous
Don’t go messin’ with the nature of things

Shoutin’, “Howdy, howdy hi! (Howdy, howdy hi!)
Howdy, howdy ho! (Howdy, howdy ho!)
Howdy, howdy hi! (Howdy, howdy hi!)
We’re the delegation of the potatoes!”

They came from down under the ground
I thought you ought to know
We’re bein’ scrutinized by little biddy eyes
Now eat your po-ta….toes!

 

Because You’re You

words and music by Tim Noah  © 2005

VERSE #1:
You don’t have to be somebody else
Just stay true to yourself
You are one, one of a kind
And even if I tried
I’d never find another you

REFRAIN:
There’s no one quite like you
Because you’re wonderful
Because you’re you

You don’t have to try to be a star
‘Cause to me you already are
And I know when I see you shine
Even if I tried I’d never find another you

(REPEAT REFRAIN)

The way you smile, the funny way you talk
The little things you do
You’re like no other in this crazy world
That’s why I love you

 

Keep On Keepin’ On

words and music by Tim Noah © 1989

When you get to thinkin’
You’re just to far out
When no one seems to know
What you’re all about
Remember when Columbus claimed
The world was round
The Queen o’ Spain
Almost laughed him out o’ town
If you keep it up
Well, they just can’t keep you down

It’s impossible, so they say
‘Til someone comes along
And does it anyway
Even when your friends
Have given up n’ gone

CHORUS:
(Well) you gotta keep on keepin’ on
Keep believin’, keep on singin’ a song
Now you’re rollin’ along
You can’t go wrong
Keep on keepin’ on

They said the sky
Was not where we belong
‘Til Wilbur and Orville Wright
Proved them wrong
All hope was lost for Helen
Who was deaf and blind
‘Til Anne took her hand
And touched her mind
You don’t have to look to far to find

Inspiration comes from the wild
In words of wisdom or the little child
To succed all you really need to know (is)

(REPEAT CHORUS)

It’s impossible, so they say
‘Til someone comes along
And does it anyway
Even when your friends
Have given up n’ gone

(REPEAT CHORUS)

 

Giddy Up

words and music by Tim Noah  © 1989

RIdin’ down the trail on a strawberry roan
Bouncin’ up and down on her bare backbone
Giddy up Roanie, giddy up and go

Wanna ride like the wind, we just plug along
She won’t gallop ‘til we head for home
Giddy up Roanie, where did your giddy up go?

Giddy up Roanie, you stubborn nag
I kick an’ I cuss, but you’re feet still drag

RIdin’ down the trail on a strawberry roan
Bouncin’ up and down on her bare backbone
Giddy up Roanie, where did your giddy up go?
Giddy up Roanie, where did your giddy up
Your giddy up go