Author Topic: Singer Frankie Laine dies at 93 (Read 247 times)

sluggish · « **on:** February 06, 2007, 07:18:56 PM »

He rode a blazing saddle He wore a shining star
His job to offer battle To bad men near and far
He conquered fear and he conquered hate
He turned our night into day
He made his blazing saddle A torch to light the way

When outlaws rule the West And fear fills the land
A cry went up for a man with guts To take the West in hand
They needed a man who was brave and true With justice for all as his aim
Then out of the sun rode a man with a gun
And Bart was his name,yes Bart was his name

He rode a blazing saddle He wore a shining star
His job to offer battle To bad men near and far
He conquered fear and he conquered hate
He turned our night into day
He made his blazing saddle A torch to light the way

john9001 · « **Reply #1 on:** February 06, 2007, 07:27:04 PM »

ghost riders in the sky.

now he's riding with them.

sluggish · « **Reply #2 on:** February 06, 2007, 07:28:56 PM »

Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Keep movin', movin', movin',
Though they're disapprovin',
Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide!
Don't try to understand 'em,
Just rope and throw and grab 'em,
Soon we'll be living high and wide.
Boy my heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin', be waiting at the end of my ride.

Move 'em on, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, move 'em out,
Move 'em on, head 'em out Rawhide!
Set 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in Rawhide.

Shuckins · « **Reply #3 on:** February 06, 2007, 10:16:49 PM »

Sigh! What great memories from a time when the western was king!

RIP Frankie.

rpm · « **Reply #4 on:** February 06, 2007, 10:30:52 PM »

Frankie was great at both kinds of music, country AND western.

Airscrew · « **Reply #5 on:** February 06, 2007, 10:45:42 PM »

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlauS_HkdY8

Roscoroo · « **Reply #6 on:** February 07, 2007, 02:36:58 AM »

Wanted Man ...

Bullet in my shoulder. Blood runnin' down my vest. Twenty in the
posse and they're never. Gonna let me rest

Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun
But now they hunt me like a mountain cat
And I'm always, always, always on the run

I killed poor Jed Kline (?) in bad Laredo fight
Killed him with my bare hands for the girl I loved that night
Jed's brother's out to get me
He's comin' with a gang
But I'd rather shoot it out, by God
Than let 'em watch me hang

Bullet in my shoulder!!
BLOOD runnin' down my vest
Twenty in the posse!!
And they're never gonna let me rest
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun
But now they hunt me like a mountain cat
And I'm always (always), always (always), always on the run

She had spangles on her red dress
She had laughter in her voice
When he tried to put his hands on her
My heart left me no choice
But was she really worth it?
Well, I guess I'll never know
She'll be drinking someone else's rye
When I'm six feet below

Bullet in my shoulder!!
BLOOD runnin' down my vest
Twenty in the posse!!
And they're never gonna let me rest
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun
But now they hunt me like a mountain cat
And I'm always (always), always (always), always on the run

A wanted man
A wanted man
On the run

R.I.P Frankie ..... One of the last True Western Singers

I wonder was he Holding Aces N eights ??

(Road trips w/ my folks as a little roo always Involved Singing Frankie's Songs )