There are many great things about Texas but driving an Interstate highway through west Texas is not one of them. I have to work at finding something to hold my interest as we motor through this area. When driving through west Texas, I call upon just about every campfire song I can recall. Since my family says I have a singing voice that is such if I sing in the shower, the water would back up, Fred realizes my actions desperate.\u00a0But even he agreed learning some of my silly Girl Scout era campfire songs helped to pass the miles<\/p>\n
After a day on I-20 and confusing the lyrics, I went on-line for my three favorite songs. Here are their lyrics for your use the next time you have a long stretching of boring highway. \u00a0Don’t know the melody to any of these songs, do a search on YouTube. \u00a0You’ll find other campfire songs there that might call up some good memories.<\/p>\n
Clementine<\/span><\/p>\n In a cavern, In a canyon, Chorus:<\/span> Light she was and like a fairy, Repeat chorus<\/span><\/p>\n Drove she ducklings to the water, Repeat chorus<\/span><\/p>\n Ruby lips above the water, Repeat chorus<\/span><\/p>\n When the miner forty-niner, Repeat chorus<\/span><\/p>\n In a corner of the churchyard, Repeat chorus<\/span><\/p>\n In my dreams she still doth haunt me, Repeat chorus<\/span><\/p>\n How I missed her, how I missed her Repeat chorus<\/span><\/p>\n Buffalo Gals<\/span><\/p>\n As I was walking down the street, Chorus:<\/span> I stopped her and we had a talk, Repeat chorus<\/span><\/p>\n I asked her if she’d have a dance, Repeat chorus<\/span><\/p>\n I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin’, Repeat chorus<\/span><\/p>\n Irene Goodnight<\/span><\/p>\n Chorus:<\/span> Last saturday night I got married Repeat chorus<\/span><\/p>\n Sometimes I live in the country Repeat chorus<\/span><\/p>\n Ramblin’ stop your gamblin’ Repeat chorus<\/span><\/p>\n
\nExcavating for a mine,
\nDwelt a miner forty-niner,
\nAnd his daughter Clementine.<\/p>\n
\nOh my darling, Oh my darling,<\/span>
\nOh my darling Clementine,<\/span>
\nYou are lost and gone forever,<\/span>
\nDreadful sorry Clementine.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nAnd her shoes were number nine;
\nHerring boxes, without topses,
\nSandals were for Clementine.<\/p>\n
\nEvery morning just at nine;
\nHit her foot against a splinter,
\nFell into the foaming brine.<\/p>\n
\nBlowing bubbles, soft and fine;
\nBut Alas! I was no swimmer,
\nSo I lost my Clementine.<\/p>\n
\nSoon began to peak and pine,
\nThought he oughter “jine” his daughter,
\nNow he’s with his clementine.<\/p>\n
\nWhere the myrtle boughs entwine,
\nGrow the roses in their poses,
\nFertilized by Clementine.<\/p>\n
\nRobed in garments soaked in brine.
\nThough in life I used to hug her,
\nNow she’s dead, I’ll draw the line.<\/p>\n
\nHow I missed my Clementine.
\nSo I kissed her little sister,
\nAnd forgot my Clementine.<\/p>\n
\nDown the street, down the street,
\nA pretty little gal I chanced to meet,
\nOh, she was fair to see.<\/p>\n
\nBuffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight,<\/span>
\nCome out tonight, come out tonight.<\/span>
\nBuffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight<\/span>
\nAnd dance by the light of the moon.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nHad a talk, had a talk,
\nHer feet took up the whole sidewalk
\nAnd left no room for me.<\/p>\n
\nHave a dance, have a dance,
\nI thought that I might have a chance
\nTo shake a foot with her.<\/p>\n
\nAnd her heel kept a-knockin’, and her toes kept a-rockin’
\nI danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin’
\nAnd we danced by the light of the moon.<\/p>\n
\nIrene goodnight, Irene goodnight<\/span>
\nGoodnight Irene, goodnight Irene<\/span>
\nI’ll see you in my dreams<\/span><\/p>\n
\nMe and my love settled down
\nNow me and my love are parted
\nI’m gonna take another stroll downtown<\/p>\n
\nSometimes I live in the town
\nSometimes I have a great notion
\nTo jump In the river and drown<\/p>\n
\nStop stayin’ out late at night
\nGo home to your wife and your family
\nSit down by the fireside bright<\/p>\n