Vicksburg

Posted by on Aug 16, 2017 in Uncategorized

Vicksburg

Vicksburg / Words & Music http://richardwaynedean.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/05-Vicksburg.mp3 I am a native son of the stars and bars In a coat made of Richmond grey The same wool on the shoulders of Robert Lee that he wore on the final day. You can talk about economics You can argue the rights of states But you can’t cheat fate Or erase the sound of the moans On the hallowed ground. So take me to Vicksburg I want to see where daddy fell On a silent hill where the wind’s as still As the ghost of a rebel yell. I’m a native son of the stars and bars I’ve got wounds that...

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Vignettes / Words and Music

Posted by on Jul 31, 2017 in Music

Vignettes / Words and Music

VIGNETTES Lyrics & Players   http://richardwaynedean.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/01-Fathers-Song.mp3 Father’s Song You made me. Breathed your spirit into me. Carried me and shielded me. Sacrificed and gave for me And worked it to the bone. You named me. Held me up and welcomed me. Promised me your legacy. Struggled and fought and prayed for me. How hard I’ve never known. Chorus: There was a time I had no use for you. Didn’t want to walk in your worn-out shoes. To follow in the tracks of my old man. Now I don’t think I can. And I blamed you. For all my dreams not...

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Chuck Pyle, 1945-2015

Posted by on Nov 17, 2015 in Uncategorized

Chuck Pyle, 1945-2015

November 8, 2015 I took the motorcycle down the 105 through Perry Park to Palmer Lake yesterday as I like to do because it’s a gorgeous ride on a twisty two-lane with little traffic. This time I had Chuck’s “Drifter’s Wind” playing over and over in my head, providing the one-song soundtrack to a beautiful November morning. In Palmer Lake, I sat on the deck at O’Malley’s and thought about 45 years of Chuck. It looked the same, but something had changed… It’s no wonder he loved living in Palmer Lake. It’s close to the interstate for...

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