roly salley
This song is captured from "Woodstock Mountains: More Music From Mud Acres" (Rounder, 1977), one of the best albums I've ever heard. Woodstock Mountain Revue was a loose association of folk/country singers, artists and songwriters from the area of Woodstock, New York, and Rowland Jon Salley used to be with them. Roly appears as a member of this group, which is credited the first recording and release of the song. It is later covered by, among others, John Prine (second release on album "Pink Cadillac" 1979), Chris Smither, Shawn Colvin and more recently, Robert Plant and Alison Krauss. In 2005, Salley released a solo album with old and new material, named after this song.
Salley is bass guitarist and vocalist for Chris Isaak's band Silvertone since 1985.
That "Mud Acre" area must be very special. We're now also talking about the famous "Greenwich Village", and in fact the birth of both modern "roots music" as well as rock music in all variations. Hundreds of artists, singers and songwriters associated with GW rose to fame.
leaves were falling just like embers
in colors red and gold • they set us on fire
burning just like a moonbeam in our eyes
somebody said they saw me swinging the world by the tail
bouncing over a white cloud • killing the blues
now I'm guilty of something
I hope you never do because there is nothing
any sadder than losing yourself in love
somebody said they saw me swinging the world by the tail
bouncing over a white cloud • killing the blues
and then you ask me just to leave you
to set out on my own and get what I need to
you want me to find what I've already had
somebody said they saw me swinging the world by the tail
bouncing over a white cloud • killing the blues
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Chords in brackets may be omitted.
E leaves were falling just like embers E E7 A in colors red and gold they set us on fire E burning just like a moonbeam in our eyes B7 F#m7 B7 E E7 A somebody said they saw me swinging the world by the tail E B7 [A6/9] E bouncing over a white cloud killing the blues
