They don't make em like Greg anymore.....the one and only....his Gibson is strange....looks like a cross between a Southern Jumbo and a J50...?? Anyone Gibson experts??
[Intro: ". . . Last day when we finished recording, a storm rolled in, a lighting bolt hit near the studio ; power went out, and the record we just made went WHISSSSHT ! . . . I thought It was funny; It was pretty clear what God was telling me: "To shut up, and go home . . ." ] Lyrics: Fat Boy Blues My baby said so sweetly "You're still my all in all-- but either part of you got bigger baby, or part of you got small." I looked down in consternation, I couldn't even see my shoes; Houston, we have a situation! And me, I have got the fatboy blues. Well, my friends all treat me kindly, My friends all treat me great. They are so quick to remind me I've put on even more weight. And then they add too quickly, "Man, that sure looks good on you." Then they try to squeeze on past me and leave me with my fatboy blues. I don't know how it happened, I ain't no Elvis P. -- but one day I just woke up just as fat as I could be and Now I stumble out to the kitchen-- for another chicken , --or two. Well, I guess I did it my way: That's why I've got the fatboy blues If I ever do slender I bet I'll miss myself; Eating fruit out of a blender, No cheese, just snow peas and kelp Well you know I never was good looking; but now I'm in the ugly"Who's Who". you can take your stair stepper up to heaven, honey But leave me down here with my fat boy blues. I guess I could lose it, if I really wanted to, Well I'm gonna get big as Brando, and shop at Walmart too; "Triple X" has a whole new meaning: My whole wardrobe is brand new! You could sail your little sailboat with my shirt, baby, --I got the Fatboy Blues. My pants keep getting tighter But it ain't cause I'm aroused; I can't fish out my lighter or my keys, or loose change, now I guess I'll get a fanny pack if they come in size fifty two; Well, Yes, I AM the walrus and I got the fat boy blues. [Grumbling about a refrigerator , "that's a cute little dog" ] I'm gonna get me a tush like Belushi when he was living large; I'm Gonna make like Cleopatra sail the river on a barge, way down to New Orleans-- where they still know a thing or two: about rice, and beans, and sausage, and garlic And the fat boy blues. . . . . O Rice and beans and sausage and garlic And the Fat Boy Blues. . . .
Priceless.... and classic Greg. They'll never be another like him. Thanks for sharin'! Ramcey in Nashville
Rev we have both kinds of music, country and Western!
Absolutely brilliant, and I am not usually a country fan
It's actually considered folk music or Americana.
Very good, very good.
It's blues, Country folk blues. Everything is Country(except for jazz... That's City. Greg invented a new genre called Brown
Growly Brown blues . . .
You right Scott.It's Country blues.
They don't make em like Greg anymore.....the one and only....his Gibson is strange....looks like a cross between a Southern Jumbo and a J50...?? Anyone Gibson experts??
[Intro: ". . . Last day when we finished recording, a storm rolled in, a lighting bolt hit near the studio ; power went out, and the record we just made went WHISSSSHT ! . . . I thought It was funny; It was pretty clear what God was telling me: "To shut up, and go home . . ." ]
Lyrics:
Fat Boy Blues
My baby said so sweetly
"You're still my all in all--
but either part of you got bigger baby,
or part of you got small."
I looked down in consternation,
I couldn't even see my shoes;
Houston, we have a situation!
And me, I have got the fatboy blues.
Well, my friends all treat me kindly,
My friends all treat me great.
They are so quick to remind me
I've put on even more weight.
And then they add too quickly,
"Man, that sure looks good on you."
Then they try to squeeze on past me
and leave me with my fatboy blues.
I don't know how it happened,
I ain't no Elvis P. --
but one day I just woke up
just as fat as I could be and
Now I stumble out to the kitchen--
for another chicken , --or two.
Well, I guess I did it my way:
That's why I've got the fatboy blues
If I ever do slender
I bet I'll miss myself;
Eating fruit out of a blender,
No cheese, just snow peas and kelp
Well you know I never was good looking;
but now I'm in the ugly"Who's Who".
you can take your stair stepper up to heaven, honey
But leave me down here with my fat boy blues.
I guess I could lose it,
if I really wanted to,
Well I'm gonna get big as Brando,
and shop at Walmart too;
"Triple X" has a whole new meaning:
My whole wardrobe is brand new!
You could sail your little sailboat with my shirt, baby,
--I got the Fatboy Blues.
My pants keep getting tighter
But it ain't cause I'm aroused;
I can't fish out my lighter
or my keys, or loose change, now
I guess I'll get a fanny pack
if they come in size fifty two;
Well, Yes, I AM the walrus
and I got the fat boy blues.
[Grumbling about a refrigerator , "that's a cute little dog" ]
I'm gonna get me a tush like Belushi
when he was living large;
I'm Gonna make like Cleopatra
sail the river on a barge,
way down to New Orleans--
where they still know a thing or two:
about rice, and beans, and sausage, and garlic
And the fat boy blues. . . . .
O Rice and beans and sausage and garlic
And the Fat Boy Blues. . . .
Um... that's not country...