Wabash Blues 1921

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 22 Feb 2009
2009

Nearly brokenhearted
since the day that I once started
from my Wabash home,
Indiana's sweet
and it's a place that's hard to beat
but then I longed to roam,
My old homestead I now can see
I had a girl was as sweet as could be,
Now ev'ry day I'm so lonesome it's misery.

Oh, those Wabash Blues
I know I got my dues,
A lonesome soul am I,
I feel that I could die,
candle light that gleams
haunts me in my dreams,
I'll pack my walking shoes
to lose those Wabash Blues.

Thru the sycamore
the candle light is shining bright,
Mem'ry brings the scent
of newmoan hay to me each night
I am starting for that spot
no need to ask me when,
I'll be leaving hoofprints
t'ward the old home road again.

'Xpect to see the moonshine
on the Wabash any night
seems that such a picture's bound
to turn me to the right,
making up my mind
to see that home so fare away,
but until that happens
here's the best that I can say:

Oh, those Wabash Blues
I know I got my dues,
A lonesome soul am I,
I feel that I could die,
candle light that gleams
haunts me in my dreams,
I'll pack my walking shoes
to lose those Wabash Blues.

I am just a mourner
for each little nook and corner
that I used to know,
No more will I linger
'cause I see a warning finger
pointing where to go,
There's no reason
why I should stay
I'll take a hint
and I'll beat it away,
Old mem'ries bring recollections
the while I say:

Oh, those Wabash Blues
I know I got my dues,
A lonesome soul am I,
I feel that I could die,
candle light that gleams
haunts me in my dreams,
I'll pack my walking shoes
to lose those Wabash Blues.

Thru the sycamore
the candle light is shining bright,
Mem'ry brings the scent
of newmoan hay to me each night
I am starting for that spot
no need to ask me when,
I'll be leaving hoofprints
t'ward the old home road again.

'Xpect to see the moonshine
on the Wabash any night
seems that such a picture's bound
to turn me to the right,
making up my mind
to see that home so fare away,
but until that happens
here's the best that I can say:

Oh, those Wabash Blues
I know I got my dues,
A lonesome soul am I,
I feel that I could die,
candle light that gleams
haunts me in my dreams,
I'll pack my walking shoes
to lose those Wabash Blues.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Wabash Blues 1921
Music by Fred Meinken
Lyrics by Dave Ringle
© MCMXXI by Leo Feist Inc. - New York
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Sunday 22 February 2009 at 10.48
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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