Phyllis Erck's Music

 

 

Lefty Frizzel doing a great country version of Gone, Gone, Gone.

The Alley Cats banjo player, Brian Ressell does a great job on this song.  This version of Blue Highway doing it is great inspiration especially for me as a dobro player watching Rob Ickes.

 

A wonderful celebration of Curtis turning 50 in his big adventure called life.  The party was full with amazing family and friends loving each others company recreating and playing music.  Life is good for me here in Montana.

 

Printable Invitation

G        |G      |C             |G
if i was on some foggy mountain top id     

G     |G         |D           |D
sail away to the west.             I'd     

G         |G         |C         |G
sail all around this whole wide word to the

G      |D       |G      |G
girl i love the best                   

2:
if i'd have listened to what mama said,
I would not be here today.
Lying around this old jailhouse.
Just wasting my poor life away.        

3:
Oh, she caused me to weep ,
sha caused me to mourn.
She caused me to leave my home.
Oh, the lonesome pines and the good
old times, I'm on my way back home.

185 voices

2000+ voices

From the original vinyl LP More Songs About Buildings And Food

 

chord sheet (CHORDIE, DOC, WEB)

Lyrics – Myra Welsh; music – Laurie Lewis
Key of: G

Verse
T’was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin
But held it up with a smile
v2
What am I bid, good people he said
Who’ll start the bidding for me
A dollar a dollar, who’ll make it two
Two dollars, who’ll make it three
v3
Well it’s three dollars once, three dollars twice
Going for three… But no
From the back of the room a gray haired man
came forth and picked up the bow

Bridge
And dusting off that old fidde
And tightening up all the strings
He played a melody sure and sweet
As sweet as the angels sing

fiddle break

v4
Then the music stopped and the auctioneer
I in a voice that was soft and low
He said now what am I bid for this violin
And he held it up with the bow

Bridge
A thousand dollars, who’ll make it two
two thousand, who’ll make it three
And it’s three thousand once, and its three thousand twice
And going and gone, said he

v5
The people cheered, but some of them said
“we don’t quite understand”
What changed its worth and the man replied
the touch of the Master’s hand

v6
You know there’s many a man with his life out of tune
Battered and scared with sin
His auction cheap to the thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

Bridge
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine
A game and he travels on
And he’s going once, and he’s gong twice
He’s going and almost gone

Bridge
A then the master comes, and the foolish crowd
can never quite understand
The worth of a soul, and the change that is wrought
By the touch of the master’s hand

The worth of a soul, and the change that is wrought
By the touch of the master’s hand