name that song -- goofy country song, probably 20 yrs old

[Serpico]

whats that song? about the guy who's girl won't get busy until he buys her a ring and gets married?

chorus, something like "and she said..."

what is that song

[RegularGuy]

John Anderson: Keep Your Hands to Yourself?

I got a little change in my pocket goin' jingle-ingle-ing.
Wanna call ya on the telephone--baby, give you a ring.
But each time we talk, I get the same old thing,
Always no huggy, no kissy till I get a weddin' ring.

My honey, my baby dont't keep my love upon no shelf
She says "Don't give me no lines and keep your hands to yourself."

Now baby, baby, baby why you wanna treat me this way?
You know I'm still your loverboy I still feel the same way.
That's when she told me the story 'bout free milk and a cow.
She says "No huggy, no kissy till I get a weddin' vow."

My honey, my baby dont't keep my love upon no shelf.
She says "Don't give me no lines and keep your hands to yourself."

Well I wanted her real bad, I was about to give in.
That's when she started talkin' about love, started talkin' about sin.
I said "Now honey I've been a waitin' for the rest of my life.
She says "No huggy, no kissy till you make me your wife.

My honey, my baby dont't keep my love upon no shelf.
She says "Don't give me no lines and keep your hands to yourself."

[Serpico]

:beer:

thanks Reg, everyone is singing goofy songs at work (??lol, not sure why)

this one was my contribution, but then I forgot it

they also did 'Devil went down to Georgia?' :D



The Devil Went Down To Georgia


The devil went down to Georgia
He was looking for a soul to steal
And he was in a bind
'Cause he was way behind
And was willin' to make a deal.

When he came upon this young man playing
a fiddle and playin' it hot
the devil jumped up on a hickory
stump and said,
"Boy let me tell you what:

I bet you didn't know it
but I'm a fiddle player too,
And if you care to take a dare
I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle boy
But give the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you."



The boy said, "My name's Johnny
And it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best that's ever been."

Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your
fiddle hard 'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia
And the devil deals the cards
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose the devil gets your soul.

The devil opened up his case and he said,
"I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips

As he rosined up his bow
And he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this

When the devil finished Johnny said,
"Well you're pretty good ol' son!
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done!"

Fire on the mountain, run boys run
Devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no



The devil bowed his head
Because he knew that he'd been beat,
And he laid that golden fiddle
On the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back
if you ever wanna try again.
I done told you once,
You son-of-a-*****,
I'm the best that's ever been!"

He played:
Fire on the mountain, run boys run
Devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no.

[andy_is_me]

The Devil Went Down To Georgia


The devil went down to Georgia
He was looking for a soul to steal
And he was in a bind
'Cause he was way behind
And was willin' to make a deal.

When he came upon this young man playing
a fiddle and playin' it hot
the devil jumped up on a hickory
stump and said,
"Boy let me tell you what:

I bet you didn't know it
but I'm a fiddle player too,
And if you care to take a dare
I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle boy
But give the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you."



The boy said, "My name's Johnny
And it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best that's ever been."

Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your
fiddle hard 'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia
And the devil deals the cards
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose the devil gets your soul.

The devil opened up his case and he said,
"I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips

As he rosined up his bow
And he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this

When the devil finished Johnny said,
"Well you're pretty good ol' son!
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done!"

Fire on the mountain, run boys run
Devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no



The devil bowed his head
Because he knew that he'd been beat,
And he laid that golden fiddle
On the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back
if you ever wanna try again.
I done told you once,
You son-of-a-*****,
I'm the best that's ever been!"

He played:
Fire on the mountain, run boys run
Devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no.


this (http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2005/8/16moe.html) is pretty funny.

[Serpico]

mcsweeney's :beer:

not an eggers fan, but they have some cool stuff once in awhile

thanks for the link

[late]

You may be thinking of the hit by the Georgia Sattelites, same song,
but catchy tune.
http://radio.terra.com.br/busca/musicas.php?musica=Keep%20Your%20Hands%20To%20Yourself

[fatmoabgal]

I was hoping it was some crazy song by Rex Allen - His music wouldn't get recorded today..
here is one of our campiest favorites:


Son Don't Go Near The Indians Please Stay A-way
Son Don't Go Near The Indians Please Do What I Say
Since I Was Just A Little Boy I've Liked To Roam The Hills
And To Hear Wild Stories A-bout The Indians Was My Biggest Thrill
I'd Shout And Yell And Holler Like Them I Wore Moccasins On My Feet
And I'd Make Believe I Was Under A Teepee Every Time I Went To Sleep
My Hair Was Jet Black And I Was Twenty One
Lots Of Pretty Girls A-round
But The Paleface Maidens Didn't Thrill Me None
Around My Cochise County Home Town

Son Don't Go Near The Indians Please Stay A-way
Son Don't Go Near The Indians Please Do What I Say

One Day I Went To The Reservation And There By A Shallow Creek
Was A Beautiful Indian A'fetchin' Water And I Just Had To Speak
She Smiled At Me Then Quickly Left But The Next Day She Re-turned
And It Wasn't Very Long Till I Told Her How The Love In My Heart Burned

Son Don't Go Near The Indians Please Stay A-way
Son Don't Go Near The Indians Please Do What I Say

I Told My Daddy I'd Found A Girl Who Meant The World To Me
And To-morrow I'd Ask The Indian Chief For The Hand Of Nova Lee
Dad's Trembling Lips Spoke Softly As He Told Me Of My Life
It Was Then He Said I Could Never Take This Maiden For My Wife

Recitation:

Son The White Man And Indian Were Fighting When You Were Born
And A Brave Called Yellow Sun Scalped My Little Boy
So I Stole You To Get Even For What He'd Done
Though You're A Full Blooded Indian Son
I Love You As Much As My Own Little Feller That's Dead

And Son Nova Lee Is Your Sister And That's Why I've Always Said....

Son Don't Go Near The Indians Please Stay A-way
Son Don't Go Near The Indians Please Do What I Say.....


- truly one of the great ironic songs ever recorded

[georgiaboy]

I not really a country music lover but I did happen to enjoy this one.

Merle Haggard "Are the good times really over for Good?"

I wish a buck was still silver.
It was back when the country was strong.
Back before Elvis; before the Vietnam war came along.
Before The Beatles and "Yesterday",
When a man could still work, and still would.
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?
Are we rolling down hill like a snowball headed for hell?
With no kind of chance for the Flag or the Liberty bell.
Wish a Ford and a Chevy,
Could still last ten years, like they should.
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?

I wish coke was still cola,
And a joint was a bad place to be.
And it was back before Nixon lied to us all on TV.
Before microwave ovens,
When a girl could still cook and still would.
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?

Are we rolling down hill like a snowball headed for hell?
With no kind of chance for the Flag or the Liberty bell.
Wish a Ford and a Chevy,
Could still last ten years, like they should.
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?

Stop rolling down hill like a snowball headed for hell.
Stand up for the Flag and let's all ring the Liberty bell.
Let's make a Ford and a Chevy,
Still last ten years, like they should.
The best of the free life is still yet to come,
The good times ain't over for good.

[pcastlouis]

This is a pretty goofy one: Uneasy Rider by Charlie Daniels

I was takin a trip out to L.A.
Toolin along in my cheverolet
Tokin on a number and diggin on the radio

Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to blow

Well the spare was flat and I got uptight
Cause there wasn't a filling station in sight
So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim

I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front of this little bar
Kind of a red-neck lookin joint called the Dew Drop Inn

I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And ywould he be kind enough to give me change for a one

There was one thing I was sure proud to see
There wasn't a soul in the place except for him and me
He just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone

I called up the station down the road a ways
He said he wasn't very busy today
And he could have somone out there in just about 10 minutes or so

He said," Now, you just stay right where yer at!"
And I didn't bother to tell the darn fool
That I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go

So I ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in and said, "Who owns this car
With the peace sign, the mag wheels and the four on the floor?"

He looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd just wait outside
So I laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door

Just when I wthought I'd get outta there with my skin
These 3 big dudes come strollin in
With one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth

Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
Especially when there was three of them and only one of me

I was almost to the door when the biggest one
Said, "You tip your hat to this lady, son!"
And when I did, all that hair fell out from underneath

They all started laughin and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I better think of something pretty quick
So I just reached out and kicked old green teeth right in the knee

Now he let out a yell that'd curl yer hair
But before he could move I grabbed me a chair
And said "Now watch him Folks cause he's a fairly dangerous man!"

"You may not know it but this man is a spy.
He's a undercover agent for the FBI
And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan!"

He was still bent over holdin on to his knee
But everybody else was looking and listening to me
And I laid it on thicker hand heavier as I went

"He's a friend of them long haired, hippy-type, pinko fags!
I betchya he's even got a commie flag
tacked up on the wall inside of his garage."

"He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys.
He may look dumb but that's just a disguise,
He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage"

"Would you believe this man has gone as far
As tearing Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars.
And he voted for George McGovern for President."

They started lookin real suspicious at him
He jumped up and said "Now just wait a minute Jim!
You know he's lying I been living here all of my life!"

"I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church.
And I aint even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife!"

Then he started saying somethin bout the way I was dressed
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy moving and hoping I didn't run outta luck

When I hit the door I was making tracks
And they were just taking my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty and jumped in and fired that mother up

Mario Andretti wouldda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin when I passed that crowd
Coming out the door and headed toward me at a trott

Now I guess I should of gone ahead and run
But somehow I just couldn't resist the fun
Of chasing them all just once around the parking lot

I had them all out there steppin and fetchin
Like their heads was on fire and their asses was catchin
then I figgered I had better go ahead and split before the cops got there

When I hit the road I was really wheelin
Had gravel flyin and rubber squeelin
And I didn't slow down till I was almost to Arkansas

I think I'm gonna reroute my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
If I went to L.A., via Omaha

[lancewho05]

i immediatly thougt of Georgia Satelittes- such a great song. Didn't realize John Anderson sang it also. Speaking of John Anderson he sang a classic in Straight Tequila Night. My fav older country song is this one though

The only two things in life that make it worth living
Is guitars tuned good and firm-feeling women.
Well, I don’t need my name in the marquee lights,
I got my song and I got you with me tonight.
Let’s go to luckenbach, texas
With waylon and willie and the boys
This successful life we’re living’s
Got us feuding like the hatfields and mccoys.
Between hank williams pain songs,
Steve goodman train songs,
Blue eyes crying in the rain,
Out in luckenbach, texas,
Ain’t nobody feeling no pain.

So baby let’s sell your diamond ring
To buy some boots and faded jeans and go away.
This coat and tie is choking me
In your high society you cry all day.
We’ve been so busy keeping up with the jones
Four-car garage and we’re still building on.

Let’s go to luckenbach, texas,
Waylon and willie and the boys.
This successful life we’re living’s
Got us feuding like the hatfields and mccoys.
Between hank williams pain songs,
Steve goodman train songs,
Blue eyes crying in the rain,
Luckenbach, texas,
Ain’t nobody feeling no pain.