Sunday, January 9, 2005

I Wish I'd Written That

If there was ever a song that spells "fun", this one's it.  And I recall my son (my only baby boy, and the most handsome child that ever drew a breath) singing this with some of his friends, when he was perhaps in the fifth grade.                                

                         DELLA AND THE DEALER  

It was Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
And a cat named Kalamazoo,
Left the city in a pick-up truck.
Gonna make some dreams come true.
Yeah, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets,
And the coyote bays at the moon.
Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
And a cat named Kalamazoo.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

Down Tucson way there's a small cafe,
Where they play a little cowboy tune.
And the guitar picker was a friend of mine,
By the name of Randy Boone.

Yeah, Randy played her a sweet love song,
And Della got a fire in her eye.
The Dealer had a knife and the dog had a gun,
And the cat had a shot of rye.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

Yeah, the Dealer was a killer; he was evil and mean,
And he was jealous of the fire in her eyes.
He snorted his coke through a century note,
And he swore that Boone would die.

And the stage was set when the lights went out,
There was death in Tucson town.
Two shadows ran for the bar back door,
But one stayed on the ground.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

Two shadows ran from the bar that night,
And a dog and a cat ran too.
And the tires got hot on the pickup truck,
As down the road they flew.

It was Della and her lover and a dog named Jake,
And a cat named Kalamazoo.
Left Tucson in a pickup truck.
Gonna make some dreams come true.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

OK, the glasses were awful; but can't you see how proud I was?  That's me with my firstborn, Jimmy.

3 comments:

marainey1 said...

What a precious picture !  Everytime I look at my firstborn I can't get over how fast the years went by !  Now his first born will be 5 this month !  We mom's are so blessed !!!  'On Ya'  - ma

fierrorachel said...

I always KNEW you liked him best!  :(

LOL Just kiddin'.  I love that song, and I can remember him singing that song, too. Actually, we'd both sing it, but he *was* better at it.  He knew all the words, and if you remember, I always kind of made up my own words!

loisontheweb said...

Do I remember that song? Think so... I can feel the bouncy beat.  I've scrolled thru your other entries, and taken the liberty of copying the "MOTHER" thing ... and some music links.  So that I can keep checking up on you, I have a link to your Journal at my Journal: