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This version is the Danelectro Longhorn bass, before I had added a high string to it. It's a solid body bass, but I mic'd the strings make it more acousticky.
How refreshing not to hear that mewling electric fiddle of the original! Although I do love that fiddle.
Listen closely at the very end and you'll hear the annoying motorcycle of the neighbor's kids, down the street. If I may vent for a minute: a great way to curse your neighborhood is to let your grown up teenagers live with you forever, so that your house becomes Clubhouse Central for their dopey friends who fix their trucks and trail bikes in the driveway all day, and then test them up and down the street all night.
But then, maybe they didn't like the sound of bass and drums ringing out evenings while i was rehearsing for upcoming shows...?
lyrics
"The Night"
(vonHummer)
The night chicago died, they drove ol’ dixie down and the lights went out in georgia, and I heard my mama cry, and all the people were singin’: brother what a night to fight a backwoods southern lawyer, na-na-na, na-na, na-na-naaaa….
virgil kane, candletop, land of the dollar bill, al capone, cheatin’ wife, tore up the tracks again, he said hey, just eighteen, and to tell you the truth I been with her myself…
The night chicago died, they drove ol’ dixie down and the lights went out in georgia, and I heard my mama cry, and all the people were singin’: brother what a night to fight a backwoods southern lawyer, na-na-na, na-na, na-na-naaaa….
Tracks too small, clock upon the wall, there goes the robert e. lee, little sis’ choppin’ wood, shouting in the streets, flag ‘em down, mama’s face don’t care if the georgia patrol’s no good…
The night chicago died, they drove ol’ dixie down and the lights went out in georgia, and I heard my mama cry, and all the people were singin’: brother what a night to fight a backwoods southern lawyer, na-na-na, na-na, na-na-naaaa….
Big bellied sheriff burst open wide, and my daddy stepped inside the sound of running feet, when a yankee bullet laid him in the street til the last of the hoodlum gang surrendered my brother in a make believe trial…
The night chicago died, they drove ol’ dixie down and the lights went out in georgia, and I heard my mama cry, and all the people were singin’: brother what a night to fight a backwoods southern lawyer, na-na-na, na-na, na-na-naaaa…
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