Rain In The Face 1907

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 7 November 2010
2010

You've heard of Hiawatha,
and of Navajo as well,
But out in North Dakota
lived a chief
who "rang the bell"
Of all the sporty Indians
the nation ever knew,
That certain man
could paint a town,
a dark vermillion hue.

RainInTheFace,
RainInTheFace,
He used to chase,
all over the place,
Buy him a drink,
and you were an ace;
RainInTheFace,
RainInTheFace,
None of his race
could keep up the pace,
He had the first original "thirst"
Poor old RainInTheFace.

He drank bay rum
'till he was numb,
and Irish whiskey too,
Until he turned an Indian
Into an Irish stew.
The only thing he never poured
into his face was rain,
So everybody wondered how
he ever got his name.

RainInTheFace,
RainInTheFace,
He used to chase,
all over the place,
Buy him a drink,
and you were an ace;
RainInTheFace,
RainInTheFace,
None of his race
could keep up the pace,
He had the first original "thirst"
Poor old RainInTheFace.

He met a chieftain's daughter,
"Laughing Water" was the dame,
He liked the girl immmensely,
but he didn't like her name,
He said that water
never handed any "laughs" to him,
In fact, he never used it on
the outside or the in.

RainInTheFace,
RainInTheFace,
He used to chase,
all over the place,
Buy him a drink,
and you were an ace;
RainInTheFace,
RainInTheFace,
None of his race
could keep up the pace,
He had the first original "thirst"
Poor old RainInTheFace.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Rain In The Face 1907
by Benjamin Hapgood Burt
© MCMVII by Jerome H.Remick & Co.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Sunday 7 November 2010 at 16.00
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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