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Been over a decade and more since I last came to JPF. Just recently discovered the joys of SUNO, so I've taken a few of my old lyrics and run them through the machine to see what would come out. I'm quite happy with this one. Old country through and through, but that's appropriate. Dawg was a real fellow. Old timer JPFers will remember him well. He was a staple lyricist here, and one we all looked up to. So when he passed back then in 2004, I had to pen this tribute for him. To those who remember him, I hope I did him justice here. To those who don't remember, well...hope you enjoy.
Man Called Dawg
(Verse) Somewhere deep in Tennessee, by an old spit of a creek A man called Dawg used to write songs that none could beat Colorful, and breathtaking, and so often, downright funny He was a man who all called friend, ‘cept one who called him Honey
They met a few short years ago, too few, we all know now They fell in love, and she came East, to trade with him her vows And vow they did, to stick it out, no matter what, til death She loved him dearly, as did we, right up to his last breath
(Chorus) That man called Dawg has left us now But he’s left so much behind A legacy that few could match And fewer still should try I think I hear the echo of His laughter from above Telling us he’ll be just fine NOW GO WRITE ONE MORE SONG!
(Verse) He knew his way through history, through North, West, East and South Came up with facts and stories you’d swear came word of mouth He’d turn you on your sow purse ear if he thought your manners poor But never gave a second thought to evening the score
That ain’t the kind of man he was, to that all will attest He stood at least a dozen hands above our worst and best I bet he’s looking on us now, right next to Heaven’s Gate Waiting for his friends to join him, scribblin’ while he waits
(Chorus) That man called Dawg has left us now But he’s left so much behind A brotherhood and sisterhood As rare as one will find I think I hear the echo of His laughter from above Telling us he’ll be just fine NOW GO WRITE ONE MORE SONG!
So go write one more song for him That man who we called Dawg
Last edited by Michael Thomas Ellis; 03/13/2501:50 PM.
Yes Greydog was one of my faves and meeting him was a hoot. His stories were just as good as his lyrics. He had a way of dragging out an old joke and making it about him.
His story about being held in contempt of court, was just an example.
He was ordered to buy his ex "suitable" transportation as part of the settlement. When he got her a broom, seems the judge was not amused.
And give my best to Erica. Tell her she is missed (as well as you are) Man that lady can write a lyric.
Lastly, nice tribute. Brought back some good memories
If writing ever becomes work I think I'm going to have to stop
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