Sammy the Seal

“After all these years wrestling gators…”

In vinyl on Sunday, 28 August, 2011 at 23:46


Song: Papa Was A Rodeo
Artist: The Magnetic Fields
Album: 69 Love Songs, Volume 2

I was thinking of a good night song after a long day, and this one came to me instantly. It’s a great song period, plus Stephin is singing lead which means I can sing the whole thing without any trouble, match baritone for baritone. There were too many lyrics I could use as the subject, so I added them below, though the song moves slowly enough and the vocals are clear enough that any native English speaker with functioning ears shouldn’t need any help.

Good night, lovely song.

Parole:

I like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You’ve made it pretty clear what you like
It’s only fair to tell you now
that I leave early in the morning
and I won’t be back till next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming
but maybe you should plug it with a beer
’cause

Refrain:
Papa was a rodeo, mama was a rock ‘n’ roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker’s hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo

The light reflecting off the mirror ball
looks like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think I shouldn’t be here at all
You know, every minute someone dies
What are we doing in this dive bar
How can you live in a place like this
Why don’t you just get into my car
and I’ll take you away I’ll take that kiss now,
but

Papa was a rodeo, mama was a rock ‘n’ roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker’s hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo

And now it’s 55 years later
We’ve had the romance of the century
After all these years wrestling gators
I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me

Papa was a rodeo, mama was a rock ‘n’ roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker’s hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo

What a coincidence, your papa was a rodeo too

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