01 | Sep | 2019

sacrilege Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: COWBOY/HAT/HORSE/WESTERN

Well, I chose a song initially that was kind of a rap about a crazy cowboy. But I felt bad. I felt I wasn’t really embracing the theme properly. The problem is I have listened to a long list of country music this week, all songs about cowboys, and I have realized I hate country music. Am I allowed to say that? I know hate is a very strong word.

Oh dear I am not making a good start to this week’s SONG-LYRIC SUNDAY am I? But I have officially now placed the entire country music genre into the same box as pan-pipe instrumentals, Latvian folk music and Bhuddist chants. It is just not my cup of tea. Much as I love Dolly Parton and John Denver, I think I have to own up and admit, if I never hear another country music track again it will be too soon!

I do realize this is utter sacrilege to some…and I have possibly alienated every Taylor Swift fan (and I am cool with Taylor, I have seen her around, she is alright you know) but I am being honest about country music – brutally honest I suppose. And even Taylor seems to have edged away from country music. Now that she is almost an honorary Londoner (and if she has been brave enough to go on nights out in Brixton, she deserves some kind of medal), that is a wise move – because I don’t think the English get American country music. Woah! I am making so many sweeping generalities here, I’m going to get myself into trouble! I am sure Taylor Swift still likes country music – do not listen to a word I say!

country Can I redeem myself by saying that I have been to Texas and I had an amazing time out there. It was the All-Stars in Houston – completely crackers! We went to some great parties. And Snoop Dog was staying a few doors down from us. We also saw Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyonsay! We stayed with a really cool family (who were originally from New York) who took us to a cowboy bar. Everyone there was wearing cowboy hats and boots and there was a band playing fantastic music. But thinking back, me and my English friend were the only two white girls in the bar. Every one else was black. The music that night was great, it had a proper beat you could properly swing your hips dance to, not just do some frolicky two-step.

However, I finally settled on a song that I do like. It is a song that I have been singing since I was five years old! We used to sing it in the playground and in singing lessons at school. We have sung it in the back of the car on family days out. And to be honest it is a song that has often come to mind when we need to lighten the atmosphere and “get the party going” so to speak.

I give you two versions of it – The Peanuts cast performing it first of all…and for a really awesome sound, listen to Mitch Miller and co. Yee-hah!

Perhaps I should mention at this point that when we sang this song at primary school, we sang the same chorus in between each verse. I don’t know whose idea it was, but we loved it:

“Singing ay ay ippy- ippy ay, yee-hah, singing ayay ippy – ippy ay, yee-hah

singing ay ay ippy, me mother’s gone the chippy

singing ay ay ippy – ippy ay, yee-hah”

She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes
Coming round the mountain, she’ll be coming round the mountain
Coming round the mountain when she comes

She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes
She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes
She’ll be driving six white horses, she’ll be driving six white horses
Driving six white horses when she comes

And we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes
Yes we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes
We’ll all go out to greet her, yes we will all go out to meet her
We’ll all go out to meet her when she comes

She’ll be wearing pink pajamas when she comes
She’ll be wearing pink pajamas when she comes
Wearing red pajamas, why is she wearing pink pajamas
Don’t know why but she’ll be wearing pink pajamas when she comes

Coming round the mountain when she comes