John Hartford song of the week 10/13

I'm going to start this weekly feature where I profile a song from my favorite musician, John Hartford. Hartford was an Americana musician who is best known for the song Gentle On My Mind that was made famous by Glen Campbell, and has been covered by over 300 different musicians.

More information about the life and times of John Hartford may be found at these sites.
http://johnhartford.com/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Hartford


The first song I will be profiling is the namesake of this blog, Morning Bugle, from the 1972 album of the same name. This album was released one year after Aereo-Plain, which is probably Hartford's best known album. Morning Bugle finds Hartford teaming up again with Norman Blake on guitar and mandolin, and Dave Holland on bass. This album was recorded live in the studio with no over-dubbing, so you get the loose feel that the players are really enjoying themselves.

The song Morning Bugle comes in about halfway through the set and at only 2:22 in length it's done before you know it. Like a lot of Hartford's tunes the lyrics conger up a great sense of lounging around in a whimisical fashion just taking in all life has to offer. Below find the lyrics and I will post an mp3 of the song when I get home tonight.

Here I am, too wasted for the evening ride down to mother Mary’s other place.

Can I hang out here beside your fireside? Listen to the rain fall, fallin on the earth ball.

You know I tried, my dear, to be like everybody else, but my body and my mind had other plans

So here I am, laid out by your fireside, listenin to the rainfall, fallin on the earth ball

Oh say, please don’t go away. I haven’t got much I can call to

If you’re not here, then somewhere on the south south side

Some scene I’ll make myself fun to keep on laughing

I’ll get by with a little bit o luck again.

Gonna get me a place down here for Thanksgiving dinner, don’t you know?

Gonna get me a lid and keep back out of sight.

It keeps me mellow, gets me way down low,

Playin in the morning sun, singin with a silver tongue.

Gonna dig me a hole, right here in all of them patchwork quilts

Keep my banjo by my side, right there in bed.

Pretend I’m in a rowboat down by the railroad pond,

Playin in the morning sun, playin with a silver tongue

Oh me, what do I see, not much left in the cupboard

Half past three and time to make the survey again

The street’s up, the street’s gone up, the town below got flooded

We’ll get by with a little bit o luck again