Angel of the Morning (Chip Taylor, first recorded by Evie Sands, 1967) my cover version
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- Опубліковано 20 січ 2025
- Lyric mistake alert: The chorus line, "Just call me angel of the morning" I sometimes mistakenly say "angel in the morning" -- thought about doing an overdub, but nah. A couple typos in the lyric text. I had too much tea today. Just havin fun.
I'm still taking a bit of a break, working on new material, but had some time and motivation today, thought I would ring in the new year with full-length cover song. I've resisted posting cover songs to my main video page, but new year, new way of thinking. And heck, my original songs are a bit hit and miss on the view count, so why not? I was planning to do Bob Dylan’s Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands, but at over 11 minutes, not sure that one is gonna grab the attention-challenged folk on UA-cam.
I do my covers fast and loose, usually single takes, and I leave in all the messy human element. I love this song. It's been covered countless times through the years by famous singers. I saw an elder Chip Taylor playing it live (find it on UA-cam), he brings a very country, earthy vibe to it, as it should be.
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It’s a pretty disjointed cover, and I took a bit of liberty with the arrangement and lyrics. More notes in description below.
Just a fast take cover to ring in the new year. Happy New Year all. 🎉🎶
One of my favorite songs.... used to listen to it over and over.... beautiful rendition!
Thanks, Rose. It’s such a good song. A mark of a great song is the number of times it’s been covered over the years. We all know the Juice Newton version, but I always loved the original, more country style versions.
Beautiful voice! I keep listening to this song over and over again. 🙏🏼
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Thanks!
Idk if I was here or if it happened there, Skynyrd reminded us and if it wasn’t for these we wouldn’t remain, forever we stand
My uncle Leo worked the carnival circuit back in the day and he used to drink with the clowns after each day. They’d play cards and someone would always lose their wages. In the off season he’d come through town, say hello, and he’d always have a deep thought he’d leave us with, usually some carnival metaphor that was like a riddle within a riddle, wrapped in a page of some ancient scroll. He was a really fine card player, Leo was.