Friday, June 20, 2008

Sourdough Catheads

Up at 4 AM today, to bake some sourdough breads ... while the dough was risin' I hauled off and baked some scratch cathead biscuits ~ even put a lil' dat sourdough sponge in the biscuits, then loaded'em up Phil Tanner style. The pre-dawn smell of fresh baked bread, coffee and bacon is about more than a man can bear....
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Tab Benoit ~ I Heard That Lonesome Whistle

I was ridin' Number Nine
Headin' south from Caroline
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
Got in trouble, had to roam
Left my gal an' left my home
I heard that lonesome whistle blow

Just a kid, actin' smart
I went and broke my darlin's heart
I guess I was too young to know
They took me off that Georgia Main
Locked me to a ball and chain
I heard that lonesome whistle blow

All alone I bear the shame
I'm a number, not a name
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
All I do is sit 'n cry
When the evenin' train goes by
I heard that lonesome whistle blow

I'll be locked here in this cell
Till my body's just a shell
An' my hair turns whiter than snow
I'll never see that gal of mine
I'm in Georgia doin' time
I heard that lonesome whistle blow

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