You Make Me Smile

Pat @ Mille Fiori Favoriti has done it again...twice! She gave me the cutest "You Make Me Smile" award and she's tagged me. This is such a sweet award that I'd like to pass it along to every single person who is on my blogroll and everyone who is reading today, too. Pardon me for not informing you in advance...another delayed post. So, please, snag it and share it with everyone on your blogroll, too; everyone deserves this one. I've yet to visit a blog that didn't make me smile.

And the tag is this: Name Five Songs that You Are Embarrassed to Sing. Okay, I'm going to tweak this one a bit because, even though I am told that I sing embarrassing songs, I am NOT embarrassed to sing them. John, however, sings quite a few that embarrass me...especially when he sings them in public. Ackkkkk!

1. On the Cover of the Rolling Stone

"We're big rock singers...we've got golden fingers And we're loved everywhere we go We sing about beauty and we sing about truth At ten thousand dollars a show We take all kind of pills to give us all kind of thrills But the thrill we've never known Is the thrill that'll get you when you get your picture On the cover of the Rolling Stone." (Did I say ackkkkk?)

2. A Tombstone Every Mile

All you big and burly men who roll the trucks along Better listen, you'll be thankful when you hear my song You have really got it made, if you're haulin' goods Anyplace on earth but those Hainesville Woods It's a stretch of road up north in Maine That's never, ever, ever seen a smile If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods There'd be a tombstone every mile Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile When you're loaded with potatoes and you're headed down You've gotta drive the Woods to get to Boston town When it's winter up in Maine, better check it over twice That Hainesville road is just a ribbon of ice It's a stretch of road up north in Maine That's never, ever, ever seen a smile If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods There'd be a tombstone every mile Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile When you're talkin' to a trucker that's been haulin' goods Down that stretch of road in Maine they call the Hainesville Woods He'll tell you that dying and goin' down below Won't be half as bad as driving on that road of ice and snow It's a stretch of road up north in Maine That's never, ever, ever seen a smile If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods There'd be a tombstone every mile Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile (Uh huh, acccckkkkk!)

3. The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Actually, I'm pretty impressed with his memory on this one...14 stanzas and he knows at least three!

4. We Got Married in a Fever sung by Johhny Cash and June Carter Cash

5. Sylvia's Mother

Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's busy, too busy to come to the phone Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's tryin' to start a new life of her own Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's happy so why don't you leave her alone And the operator says forty cents more for the next three minutes Please Mrs. Avery, I just gotta talk to her, I'll only keep her a while Please Mrs. Avery, I just wanna tell her goodbye Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's packin' she's gonna be leavin' today Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's marryin' a fella down Galveston way Sylvia's mother says please don't say nothin' to make her start cryin' and stay And the operator says forty cents more for the next three minutes Please Mrs. Avery, I just gotta talk to her, I'll only keep her a while Please Mrs. Avery, I just wanna tell her goodbye Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's hurryin' she's catchin' the nine o'clock train Sylvia's mother says take your umbrella cause Sylvie, it's startin' to rain And Sylvia's mother says thank you for callin' and sir won't you call back again And the operator says forty cents more for the next three minutes Please Mrs. Avery, I just gotta talk to her, I'll only keep her a while Please Mrs. Avery, I just wanna tell her goodbye Tell her goodbye... Please... tell her goodbye...

There's a story about his singing this one in public. Once, while waiting in a checkout line, John noticed that the cashier's name tag read "Sylvia" so he began humming the song getting it firmly entrenched in his companion's head. By the time, they had reached the cashier, the friend was singing the words aloud never noticing the cashier's name until it was too late.

Needless to say, I'm going to be on the lookout for that little trick. And if I ever start singing The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald will someone please just hit me?


(Just a little added fun...John joins Johnny and June for a bit of It Ain't Me Babe)

Have a great Tuesday!