Post your favorite 'story' songs here.

[Common Sense Party]

You know, songs that tell a story--with a beginning, middle and end. With characters, goals, motivations, plot and conflict. It doesn't matter how short or simply the story is told.

Provide a YouTube link if possible, so others can hear the tune. Or just post the lyrics.

[Common Sense Party]

1. I'll start. Johnny Cash, "Don't Take Your Guns to Town":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMMp_llzBT4

[Common Sense Party]

2. Johnny Cash, "Long Black Veil"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pALSKcWcVEk

Johnny told lots of stories.

[Richardo]

75. "A Boy Named Sue"!

How DO you do? :D

My dad had the Folsom Prison album when I was growing up.

[Common Sense Party]

76. Another wonderful story/song by Johnny Cash.

Thanks to Shel Silverstein.

I loved listening to my dad's Johnny Cash albums when I was a kid.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M89c3hWx3RQ

[Brigid]

77. I remember that one!

I used to crack everyone up with that one when I was a kid. :rofl:

[canoeist52]

84. Peter Kagan and the Wind - Makem & Clancy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJiU4PnQ2Mk

[Common Sense Party]

3. "Rime of the Ancient Mariner," Iron Maiden

via Samuel Taylor Coleridge

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4C2TDUPejc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJfcLwepxNk Part 2

[Common Sense Party]

4. Judas Priest, "The Sentinel"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgCe56T4HxU

Along deserted avenues
Steam begins to rise
The figures primed and ready
Prepared for quick surprise
He's watching for a sign
His life is on the line

Sworn to avenge
Condemned to Hell
Tempt not the blade
All fear the Sentinel
Dogs whine in the alleys
Smoke is on the wind
From deep inside its empty shell
A cathedral bell begins
Ringing out its toll
A storm begins to grow

Sworn to avenge
Condemned to Hell
Tempt not the blade
All fear the Sentinel

Amidst the upturned burned-out cars
The challengers await
And in their fists clutch iron bars
With which to seal his fate
Across his chest, in scabbards rest
The rows of glowing knives
Whose razor points in challenged tests
Have finished many lives

Now facing one another
The stand-off eats at time
Then all at once a silence falls
As the bell ceases its chime
Upon this sign the challengers
With shrieks and cries rush forth
The knives fly out like bullets
Upon their deadly course
Screams of pain and agony
Racks the silent air
Amidst the dying bodies
Blood runs everywhere
The figure stands expressionless
Impassive and alone
Unmoved by this victory
And the seeds of death he's sown

Sworn to avenge
Condemned to Hell
Tempt not the blade
All fear the Sentinel

[HopeHoops]

5. The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgI8bta-7aw

[Common Sense Party]

6. You beat me to it. That's a fantastic, haunting story...

[Common Sense Party]

8. I love the video of Harry Reasoner

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the "Gales of November" came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'.
"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya."
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee."
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early!"

[Faygo Kid]

16. Yep. Immediately leaped to mind. 35th anniversary this past week.

[demoleft]

7. springsteen's the river; forbert's rock while i can rock. n/t

[Common Sense Party]

9. I love The River

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HxZKa4NwGo

i love songs that tell stories.

Enough with the "I love you yeah, yeah, baby" songs.

[Swede]

10. Richard Marx - Hazard

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BiXNHa5R9w&feature=fvsr

My mother came to Hazard when I was just seven
Even then the folks in town said with prejudiced eyes
That boy's not right
Three years ago when I came to know Mary
First time that someone looked beyond the rumors and the lies
And saw the man inside

We used to walk down by the river
She loved to watch the sun go down
We used to walk along the river
And dream our way out of this town

No one understood what I felt for Mary
No one cared until the night she went out walking alone
And never came home
Man with a badge came knocking next morning
Here was I surrounded by a thousand fingers suddenly
Pointed right at me

I swear I left her by the river
I swear I left her safe and sound
I need to make it to the river
And leave this old Nebraska town

I think about my life gone by
How it's done me wrong
There's no escape for me this time
All of my rescues are gone, long gone

I swear I left her by the river
I swear I left her safe and sound
I need to make it to the river
And leave this old Nebraska town

[mitchum]

11. Caroline Says II...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuHgjtAK_PE

[tigereye]

12. well, Alice's Restaurant, of course

and American Pie by Don McLean. (or is it called the Day the Music Died, can't remember)

[Common Sense Party]

14. Does American Pie tell a narrative, though?

It's a bunch of obscure references to pop culture, if I remember correctly. (And I may not, because I'm getting senile in my middle age.)

[tigereye]

27. I've always thought of it as a story when I've listened to it

maybe a looser form of narrative. YMMV

[hippywife]

25. Most definitely Alice's Restaurant.

And The Motorcycle Song, too. LOL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_XvJLVhKEU

[Capn Sunshine]

54. A Thanksgiving tradition

I never spend one without Arlo
ps wife HATES A.R.Go figure.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_7C0QGkiVo

[hippywife]

65. I think to truly appreciate it,

for the masterpiece that it is, it has to have been a part of your youth, ya know? :hi:

[Common Sense Party]

13. Mary Chapin Carpenter, "He Thinks He'll Keep Her"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qxU82mNaI8

She makes his coffee, she makes his bed
She does the laundry, she keeps him fed
When she was twenty-one she wore her mother's lace
She said "forever" with a smile upon her face

She does the car-pool, she PTAs
Doctors and dentists, she drives all day
When she was twenty-nine she delivered number three
And every Christmas card showed a perfect family

Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design
Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her
Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find
God forbid you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her

She packs his suitcase, she sits and waits
With no expression upon her face
When she was thirty-six she met him at their door
She said I'm sorry, I don't love you anymore

Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design
Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her
Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find
God forbid you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her

For fifteen years she had a job and not one raise in pay
Now she's in the typing pool at minimum wage

Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design
Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her
Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find
At least until you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her

[hippywife]

20. Another of my favorites.

:hi:

[rug]

15. Taxi

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5dwksSbD34

[Common Sense Party]

17. Great song. Of course, Cat's in the Cradle is a sad song, too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zH46SmVv8SU

[tXr]

18. The Road Goes On Forever

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glhrczA1ru4

The live version from "No. 2 Live Dinner" is the best, IMO.

[hippywife]

19. First ones that come to mind

Bob Dylan:

Hurricane: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tm6ypcrGKDw

Lilly, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNIKepfdes0

Dave Alvin:

King of California: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUMPgnsgL68

John Prine:

Lake Marie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Exr-DOWJ3A0

Slaid Cleaves:

Breakfast in Hell: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPdRu0yD2UM

Tom Russell:

Navajo Rug: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1Au1HeVzwU&feature=PlayList&p=208D610E5A4A8928&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=65

Blue Wing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVX1awaFStA


Joe Ely:

Gallo Del Cielo: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXYeJtak-d4

Patty Griffin:

Long Ride Home: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMvzu5nDVao

Kathy Mattea:

Where've You Been: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJ1Pon9s124

[recoveringdittohed]

21. Harry Chapin - Better Place to Be and Corey's Coming

Found a youtube for Better Place to Be

http://harrychapin.com/music/better.shtml

http://harrychapin.com/music/corey.shtml

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QavHBDIoWy8&feature=related

[gratuitous]

29. Yep, Better Place to Be

Also, Taxi by Harry Chapin.

Phil Ochs had some great story songs, and the one I have on my current playlist "The Scorpion Departs But Never Returns" should be required listening forever for Dick Cheney until it drives him insane.

[BrklynLiberal]

32. Taxi is a great one....

[kentauros]

22. Nick Cave: Henry Lee ..and.. The Ballad of Robert Moore and Betty Coltrane

Nick Cave - Henry Lee
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrv8I6LQbhs


Nick Cave - The Ballad of Robert Moore and Betty Coltrane
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrjmcyaBYoY&feature=related

[hippywife]

23. A couple more.

Richard Thompson:

1952 Vincent Black Lightning: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lCH5JgWCZY

Let it Blow: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VR3mubp1eA&feature=PlayList&p=00E08E52DED4056D&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=24

Mark Knopfler and James Taylor:

Sailing to Philadelphia: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrLdKYRBOEE

Charlie Robison:

Desperate Times (audio only) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aj35Z-wGFf4

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

24. "The Highwayman," Loreena McKennitt (poem by Alfred Noyes)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2CFM4ev-g8

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door

He'd a French-cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin
A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by the moonlight,
Watch for me by the moonlight,
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way"

He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair in the casement!
His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (oh, sweet waves in the moonlight!)
The he tugged at his rein in the moonlight,
And galloped away to the west

He did not come at the dawning; he did not come at noon,
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching,
Marching, marching
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

They said no word to the landlord, the drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at the casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window,
Hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast.
"Now keep good watch!" And they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say,
"Look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!"

She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good.
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat and blood.
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years.
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it!
The trigger at least was hers!

Tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs were ringing clear
Tlot-tlot, in the distance!
Were they deaf, they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming. She stood up straight and still.

Tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer; her face was like a light.
Her eyes grew wide for a moment,
She drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know she stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket,
drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it; his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

And back he spurred, like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky
With the white road smoking behind him and
his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs in the golden moon;
Wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

Still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
A highwayman comes riding,
Riding, riding,
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

[livetohike]

26. 1983: (A Merman I Should Turn to Be) - Hendrix

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmRoGtiJp_E&feature=fvw

1983 (A Merman I Should Turn To Be)

Hurrah i awake from yesterday
alive but the war is here to stay
so my love catherina and me
decide to take our last walk
through the noise to the sea
not to die but to be re-born
away from a life so battered and torn....
forever...
oh say can you see its really such a mess
every inch of earth is a fighting nest
giant pencil and lip-stick tube shaped things
continue to rain and cause screaming pain
and the arctic stains
from silver blue to bloody red
as our feet find the sand
and the sea is strait ahead..
strait ahead.....
well its too bad
that our friends
cant be with us today
well thats too bad
"the machine
that we built
would never save us"
thats what they say
(thats why they aint coming with us today)
and they also said
"its impossible for man
to live and breath underwater..
forever" was their main complaint
(yeah)
and they also threw this in my face:
they said
anyway
you know good well
it would be beyond the will of God
and the grace of the King
(grace of the King yeah yeah)

so my darling and I
make love in the sand
to salute the last moment
ever on dry land
our machine has done its work
played its part well
without a scratch on our bodies
and we bid it farewell

starfish and giant foams
greet us with a smile
before our heads go under
we take a last look
at the killing noise
of the out of style...
the out of style, out of style

[annabanana]

28. OH. .We fired our guns & the British kept a comin'

Wasn't nigh as many as there was awhile ago. .

[Common Sense Party]

39. "Battle of New Orleans." That was one of my favorites as a kid.

My girls like it now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxB42cjHTGg

[janx]

30. There are many, but a relatively recent one is Viva la Vida by

Coldplay. I can't help but wonder if it's based on some historical character I don't know about.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_b1rXfEgMQA

[Arkansas Granny]

31. "The Red Headed Stranger" by Willie Nelson. The whole album tells the story.

[Common Sense Party]

42. Willie is a good storyteller. Here's the song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4G9wXWr40WA

[BrklynLiberal]

33. Dan Fogelberg - Same Old Lang Syne

The Innocent Age
Same Old Lang Syne
Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling christmas eve
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And i touched her on the sleeve

She didn't recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried.

We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totalled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged.

We went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn't find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car.

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.

She said she'd married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didn't like to lie.

I said the years had been a friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes i wasn't sure if i saw
Doubt or gratitude.

She said she saw me in the record stores
And that i must be doing well
I said the audience was heavenly
But the traveling was hell.

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another 'auld lang syne'...

The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as i got out
And i watched her drive away.

Just for a moment i was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as i turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain --

If you want to hear it...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NmdFgFyhnk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muUZTLq1McE&feature=related a tribute to Dan Fogelberg..with this song.

[S n o w b a l l]

34. Marty Robbins - El Paso

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hn3JB51NH_M

[Common Sense Party]

38. Yes. Fantastic song.

I think Country-Western (the old stuff) and folk are the best story-telling music genres.

[S n o w b a l l]

46. I love Marty Robbins....

Alamo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eL62m5umP4g

[The Midway Rebel]

35. "Convoy" by CW McCall

or maybe "Wolf Creek Pass"


No wait..."Hot Rod Lincoln"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLdVeU5ghVs&feature=related

[Common Sense Party]

37. I always liked Convoy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyK1zbYV9BE

I can't believe that's the Mannheim Steamroller guy.

[Brickbat]

94. Plus fifty bajillion. I fucking love C.W. McCall and if that's wrong I don't want to be right.

:patriot:

[madmom]

36. The very first song I thought of when I read this...Timothy! ......

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHRLWSk_Nzg&feature=related


Hope this doesn't age me to much.

[Common Sense Party]

41. Hmm...

All I can say is: Eww!!!

I'd never heard that before. Tell me it isn't a true story.

[madmom]

62. As far as I know it's not, but it was quite popular when I was a mere teen.

[flvegan]

40. "Paul Revere" by the Beastie Boys

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEM3dW2oWW4

[Common Sense Party]

43. This thread needs some Rush. "Red Barchetta"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djVGhqvl_8A

[Brickbat]

95. No, no -- The Trees!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWHEcIbhDiw

[Common Sense Party]

101. Another classic.

[Common Sense Party]

44. "Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner."

The inimitable Warren Zevon. RIP.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhRRWwH3Fro

[PBS Poll-435]

45. Tracy Chapman - "Fast Car"

You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere

Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way

[Common Sense Party]

51. Great song

It's kind of a snapshot of the couple in time, and an expression of wishes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dl6yilkU1LI

[PBS Poll-435]

53. Oops on forgetting a link!

Thanks.


Eerily beautiful. Tears every time I hear it.

[Common Sense Party]

47. Another Zevon classic. "Excitable Boy."

It's a short story, and a gruesome one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eUsSXXc8wU

[surrealAmerican]

69. That is a good one.

I though of one of his other songs:
Gorilla, You're a Desperado.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2O91T6ZeW0

[ornotna]

48. Sure, I'll play

Jerry Garcia and David Grisman - Off to sea once more

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfJZQNF5CDc

[madamesilverspurs]

49. "Tom Dooley"

[Common Sense Party]

52. Oh, you need to post a link for a song that good.

Here's one:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BtSzcKZGzDs

The song's much better than the video.

[Zomby Woof]

50. "Tom Joad" - Woody Guthrie

Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen;
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road, poor boy,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road.

Tom Joad, he met a truck driving man;
There he caught him a ride.
He said, "I just got loose from McAlester Pen
On a charge called homicide,
A charge called homicide."

That truck rolled away in a cloud of dust;
Tommy turned his face toward home.
He met Preacher Casey, and they had a little drink,
But they found that his family they was gone,
He found that his family they was gone.

He found his mother's old fashion shoe,
Found his daddy's hat.
And he found little Muley and Muley said,
"They've been tractored out by the cats,
They've been tractored out by the cats."

Tom Joad walked down to the neighbor's farm,
Found his family.
They took Preacher Casey and loaded in a car,
And his mother said, "We've got to get away."
His mother said, "We've got to get away."

Now, the twelve of the Joads made a mighty heavy load;
But Grandpa Joad did cry.
He picked up a handful of land in his hand,
Said: "I'm stayin' with the farm till I die.
Yes, I'm stayin' with the farm till I die."

They fed him short ribs and coffee and soothing syrup;
And Grandpa Joad did die.
They buried Grandpa Joad by the side of the road,
Grandma on the California side,
They buried Grandma on the California side.

They stood on a mountain and they looked to the west,
And it looked like the promised land.
That bright green valley with a river running through,
There was work for every single hand, they thought,
There was work for every single hand.

The Joads rolled away to the jungle camp,
There they cooked a stew.
And the hungry little kids of the jungle camp
Said: "We'd like to have some, too."
Said: "We'd like to have some, too."

Now a deputy sheriff fired loose at a man,
Shot a woman in the back.
Before he could take his aim again,
Preacher Casey dropped him in his track, poor boy,
Preacher Casey dropped him in his track.

They handcuffed Casey and they took him in jail;
And then he got away.
And he met Tom Joad on the old river bridge,
And these few words he did say, poor boy,
These few words he did say.

"I preached for the Lord a mighty long time,
Preached about the rich and the poor.
Us workin' folkses, all get together,
'Cause we ain't got a chance anymore.
We ain't got a chance anymore."

Now, the deputies come, and Tom and Casey run
To the bridge where the water run down.
But the vigilante thugs hit Casey with a club,
They laid Preacher Casey on the ground, poor Casey,
They laid Preacher Casey on the ground.

Tom Joad, he grabbed that deputy's club,
Hit him over the head.
Tom Joad took flight in the dark rainy night,
And a deputy and a preacher lying dead, two men,
A deputy and a preacher lying dead.

Tom run back where his mother was asleep;
He woke her up out of bed.
An' he kissed goodbye to the mother that he loved,
Said what Preacher Casey said, Tom Joad,
He said what Preacher Casey said.

"Ever'body might be just one big soul,
Well it looks that a-way to me.
Everywhere that you look, in the day or night,
That's where I'm a-gonna be, Ma,
That's where I'm a-gonna be.

Wherever little children are hungry and cry,
Wherever people ain't free.
Wherever men are fightin' for their rights,
That's where I'm a-gonna be, Ma.
That's where I'm a-gonna be."

[GoCubsGo]

88. "Pretty Boy Floyd"

Heck, his whole "Dust Bowl Ballads" album...

[LeftyMom]

55. Thrice- Daedalus

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkutnleJqOQ

Oddly enough, they have two songs telling this story. The other is The Melting Point of Wax. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MpX-Wf8pck&feature=related

[AsahinaKimi]

56. What if its the NEVER ENDING STORY?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwzRm_Ut7HM

[Common Sense Party]

57. Iron Maiden, "Flight of Icarus"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKHku19fQck

[Capn Sunshine]

58. MTA by the KIngston Trio

This used to amuse the hell out of us kids in the 50's. Guy lost in the subway.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VMSGrY-IlU

[Common Sense Party]

59. It amused the hell out of us kids in the 70's, too.

I loved the Kingston Trio.

[Arugula Latte]

66. I loved that song. My 5th grade teacher had us sing it in the 70s.

[Capn Sunshine]

60. "Me and My UNcle" by the Dead

http://popup.lala.com/popup/360569470939562360&rct=j&ei=plP-SreAG5HWtAPN3dCHCw&sa=X&oi=music_play_track&resnum=1&ct=result&cd=2&ved=0CAgQ0wQoADAA&q=me+and+my+uncle+grateful+dead&usg=AFQjCNEgFl_dxWS7inMZgvz24IDmMNBLzA">Dead, Man

[S n o w b a l l]

61. Nice!

:)

[TroglodyteScholar]

63. Frank Black and the Catholics, "St Francis Dam Disaster"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6UZSy1vPEw

[bluesbassman]

64. Crosby, Stills and Nash - Suite: Judy Blue Eyes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1WGF5sA-3c

It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely

I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard

Remember what we've said and done and felt
About each other
Oh babe, have mercy
Don't let the past remind us of
What we are not now
I am not dreamin'

I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard

Tearin' yourself away from me now
You are free and I am crying
This does not mean
I don't love you
I do, that's forever
Yes and for always

I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard

Something inside is telling me that
I've got your secret
Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock
And laughter the key to your heart
And I love you

I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard

And you make it hard
And you make it hard
And you make it hard

Friday evenin', Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday mornin', please be gone, I'm tired of you
What have you got to lose?

Can I tell it like it is?
(Help me I'm suffering)
Listen to me baby
It's my heart that's a suffering
(Help me I'm dying)
It's a dying, that's what I have to lose

I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me
Thursdays and Saturdays?
(Baby baby baby)
What have you got to lose?

Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing the song, don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow

Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow?

Lacy, lilting, leery, losing love, lamenting
Change my life, make it right
Be my lady

Que Linda me la traiga cuba
La reina de la mar caribe
Cielo sol no tiene sangre alli­
Y que triste que no puedo vaya
Oh va, oh va, va

[Xipe Totec]

67. Joan Manuel Serrat - Tio Alberto (Uncle Albert)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=diE1e3O6vrg

Maybe he's ignorant
or a gypsy
or a king many years ago
who lost his head along with the crown
he swings over all bad and good
the rhythm of the Waltz is with him
left, right, without keeping the order.
Tio Alberto, Tio Alberto...

Tasted and swallowed each kind of wine
and he still wanders
between promises to the lie
he opens his mouth in song
and sails at sea to the world
with a smile to every person, Tio Alberto.

Tio Alberto, Tio Alberto...

Gives all that he can
his house is indeed open to all
and whoever comes leaves satisfied
despite officially receiving
medal of the French legion
he makes no big deal of it, Tio Alberto.

Tio Alberto, Tio Alberto...

You still get excited like a kid
trip or an improved car
from Vivaldi and from Flamenco
a rose in the flap of the clothes
a madman and poet in charity
sold to love, Tio Alberto.

Tio Alberto, Tio Alberto...

He wakes up in pure autumn, opposite
a Waltz into the blue morning
he dances with you and the spring returns
let's raise the cup of youth
to the life of the last of knights
king of drunkkard's imagination.

Tio Alberto, Tio Alberto...

'All the respect' to you Terach
you picked a maiden flower
a twenty year old girl and you manage
she banishes twenty women from your mind
and don't forget, you're already sixty
the youngest of all the young.

[betharina]

68. "fancy" and "one"

fancy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kv7vHELUD4g

one

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzgGTTtR0kc

[liberaltrucker]

70. Thunder Road

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRH7FtAAbJE

Let me tell the story, I can tell it all
About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol
His daddy made the whiskey, son, he drove the load
When his engine roared, they called the highway Thunder Road.

Sometimes into Ashville, sometimes Memphis town
The revenoors chased him but they couldn’t run him down
Each time they thought they had him, his engine would explode
He'd go by like they were standin’ still on Thunder Road.

(CHORUS)
And there was thunder, thunder over Thunder Road
Thunder was his engine, and white lightning was his load
There was moonshine, moonshine to quench the Devil’s thirst
The law they swore they'd get him, but the Devil got him first.

On the first of April, nineteen fifty-four
A Federal man sent word he’d better make his run no more
He said two hundred agents were coverin’ the state
Whichever road he tried to take, they’d get him sure as fate.

Son, his Daddy told him, make this run your last
The tank is filled with hundred-proof, you’re all tuned up and gassed
Now, don’t take any chances, if you can’t get through
I’d rather have you back again than all that mountain dew.

(CHORUS)

Roarin’ out of Harlan, revvin’ up his mill
He shot the gap at Cumberland, and screamed by Maynordsville
With T-men on his taillights, roadblocks up ahead
The mountain boy took roads that even Angels feared to tred.

Blazing right through Knoxville, out on Kingston Pike,
Then right outside of Bearden, they made the fatal strike.
He left the road at 90; that’s all there is to say.
The devil got the moonshine and the mountain boy that day.

[canoeist52]

71. Frankie & Johnny -A Prairie Home Companion

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCtR2C-Nalc

Lindsay Lohan

[Richardo]

72. "I Don't Believe You've Met My Baby" - Alison Krauss

http://popup.lala.com/popup/1657606181596957876

lala.com is good for only one play, apparently.

Here's a marginal-quality youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFfL1FPz1G0

[Inchworm]

73. That was purdy.

:thumbsup::hug:

:hi:

[Brigid]

74. Greatest story song ever:

By master storyteller Gordon Lightfoot:

Cherokee Bend

http://www.corfid.com/gl/Albums/Cold_On_The_Shoulder/Cherokee_Bend.htm

Too bad I couldn't find a video of him singing it. :(

[Common Sense Party]

79. I'd never heard this before.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_-QAed6zUE

[Brigid]

81. I found that video.

But the quality was so poor -- and it wasn't GL -- that I decided not to use it. Great song. :)

[lpbk2713]

78. Tom T Hall was actually known as "The Story Teller"

His best was probably Old Dogs, Children and Watermelon Wine

He made many others that told a story. One of my favorites The Homecoming



Edit to add: He also wrote many others that other people recorded, not the least of which was Harper Valley PTA

[NNadir]

92. His best song of this type was "Pamela Brown" which Leo Kotke recorded the classic version.

I'm the guy that didn't marry "pretty" Pamela Brown
Educated, well-intentioned good girl in our town
I wonder where I'd be today if she had loved me too
Probably be driving kids to school

Chorus

I guess I owe it all to Pamela Brown
All of my good times - all my roamin' around
One of these days I might be in your town
And I guess I owe it all to Pamela Brown

Seen the lights of cities and been inside their doors
Sailed to foreign countries and walked upon their shores
I guess the guy she married was the best part of my luck
She dug him cause he drove a pick-up truck

Chorus:

I don't have to tell you just how beautiful she was
Everything it take to get a guy like me in love
Lord I hope she's happy cause she sure deserves to be
Especially for what she did for me

Chorus

I used to do a version of that song in clubs myself, a derivative version off Kotke's but nowhere near as good. Then I, um, got married and stopped playing it.

[Inchworm]

80. How 'bout some 'Possum?

No Show Jones - Choices.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQMI7TksYo0

Chorus:
I've had choices
Since the day that I was born
There were voices
That told me right from wrong
If I had listened
No, I wouldn't be here today
Living and dying
With the choices I've made.

I was tempted
By an early age I found
I liked drinkin'
Oh, and I never turned it down
There were loved ones
But I turned them all away
Now I'm living and dying
With the choices I've made.

Chorus:
I've had choices
Since the day that I was born
There were voices
That told me right from wrong
If I had listened
No, I wouldn't be here today
Living and dying
With the choices I've made.

--- Instrumental ---

I guess I'm payin'
For the things that I have done
If I could go back
Oh, Lord knows I'd run
But I'm still losin'
This game of life I play
Living and dying
With the choices I've made.

Chorus:
I've had choices
Since the day that I was born
There were voices
That told me right from wrong
If I had listened
I wouldn't be here today
Living and dying
With the choices I've made.

:toast:

[canoeist52]

82. "Jackaroe" - Joan Baez

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpYNUMp1TW0&feature=related

[Mad_Dem_X]

83. Queen - '39

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnfeI0h9eB0

[Inchworm]

85. Blue Valley Songbird - Dolly

I love old country and bluegrass for story telling. They rarly hold punches. Dolly is near the top of my list.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=72h_AAiEa4g

She was born in a place called Blue Valley
At the foot of the Tennessee hills
With the blue birds and blue bells
And blue mountain water
And the sound of the Blue Whippoorwill
But there was no peace in the valley
Her daddy, a cruel, ruthless man
Used and abused her mind and her body
So her mama said run while you can
So at fifteen she took to the highway
Belongings and guitar in hand
And she buried herself in her music
The one thing she did understand

And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet
Her voice has that high, lonesome sound
She hurts, and her songs are the best way to show it
So the Blue Valley songbird keeps traveling around

She hopes someday she will make it
And everyone says that she will
When she comes to town, crowds flock around
To see the girl from the Tennessee hills
She writes her letter back home to her mama
In care of the preacher in town
They're sacred to her so she reads them at church
And so her daddy cannot track her down

And she sings like a bird and she cries like a baby
Whenever she turns off the lights
She's a whole lot lonesome and a little bit crazy
From mem'ries and miseries and dreams gone awry

Blue dress, blue shoes, a blue Cadillac
A band dressed in blue by her side
Instruments tied to the top and the back
'Cause the Blue Valley songbird is singing tonight

One nighters, honky tonks, years flying by
She never made it, but Lord knows she tries
Expressing the feelings she holds inside
And the Blue Valley songbird is singing tonight
Oh the Blue Valley songbird is singing tonight

And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet

:cry:

:toast:

[Inchworm]

86. The Lighthouse Tale - Nickle Creek

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARIr6S_0lAQ

I am a lighthouse worn by the weather and the waves
I keep my lamp lit to warn the sailors on their way
I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past
I was so happy but joy in this life seldom lasts

I had a keeper, he helped me warn the ships at sea
We had grown closer 'til his joy meant everything to me
And he was to marry a girl who shown with beauty and light
They loved each other, and with me watched the sunsets into nights

And the waves crashing around me
The sand slips out to sea
And the winds that blow remind me
Of what has been and what can never be

She'd had to leave us; my keeper, he prayed for a safe return
But when the night came, the weather to a raging storm had turned
He watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wind
And me so helpless, as dashed against the rocks she met her end

And the waves crashing around me
The sand slips out to sea
And the winds that blow remind me
Of what has been and what can never be

Then on the next day, my keeper found her washed up on the shore
He kissed her cold face, and that they'd be together soon he swore
I saw him crying, watched as he buried her in the sand
Then he climbed my tower, and off the edge of me he ran

And the waves crashing around me
The sand slips out to sea
And the winds that blow remind me
Of what has been and what can never be

I am a lighthouse worn by the weather and the waves
And though I'm empty I still warn the sailors on their way

:hug:

[Corgigal]

87. Bobbie Gentry - Ode to Billie Joe

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDHpkYI5_FY

You young Du'ers should listen.

[Brickbat]

96. Total love. I think it's great how there's still a mystery all the way through.

Many different interpretations.

[Inchworm]

89. Whiskey Lullaby

The video adds to this one. Well done and a purdy story.

Brad Paisley and Allison Krauss
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYub1neLZmA

She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

lalalalalalala
lalalalalalala

lalalalalalala
lalalalalalala

The rumors flew but nobody know how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

:beer:

[trof]

90. El Paso - Marty Robbins Classic! Lyrics:

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina;
Music would play and Felina would whirl.

Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina,
Wicked and evil while casting a spell.
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden;
I was in love but in vain, I could tell.

One night a wild young cowboy came in,
Wild as the West Texas wind.
Dashing and daring,
A drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina,
The girl that I loved.

So in anger I
Challenged his right for the love of this maiden.
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat;
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.

Just for a moment I stood there in silence,
Shocked by the FOUL EVIL deed I had done.
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there;
I had but one chance and that was to run.

Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran,
Out where the horses were tied.
I caught a good one.
It looked like it could run.
Up on its back
And away I did ride,

Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico.

Back in El Paso my life would be worthless.
Everything's gone in life; nothing is left.
It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death.

I saddled up and away I did go,
Riding alone in the dark.
Maybe tomorrow
A bullet may find me.
Tonight nothing's worse than this
Pain in my heart.

And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking El Paso;
I can see Rosa's cantina below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward.
Down off the hill to Felina I go.

Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys;
Off to my left ride a dozen or more.
Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me.
I have to make it to Rosa's back door.

Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side.
Though I am trying
To stay in the saddle,
I'm getting weary,
Unable to ride.

But my love for
Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen,
Though I am weary I can't stop to rest.
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle.
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.

From out of nowhere Felina has found me,
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side.
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for,
One little kiss and Felina, good-bye.

[Dyedinthewoolliberal]

91. Here are two not already listed;

"Birches' by Bill Morrisey and "I'd like to be in Texas'by Slim Chritchlow
Here is a Birches link, the other is only available in snippets from Arhoolie, the label it's on.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UttHuoan2Qo

[Bzzzz]

93. pete seeger

Waist Deep in the Big Muddy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXnJVkEX8O4
The song tells the story of a platoon wading in a river in Louisiana on a practice patrol in 1942. Imperiously ignoring his sergeant's concerns, the captain orders the platoon to continue with himself in the lead, until they are finally up to their necks. Suddenly, the Captain drowns and the sergeant instantly orders the unit to turn back to the original shore. It turns out the Captain was not aware that the river was deeper with a joining stream upriver. The narrator declines to state an obvious moral, but intimates from what he has read in the paper that his nation itself is being led into similar peril by authoritarian fools. Each verse ends with a line noting that "the big fool said to push on."


The song was considered symbolic of the Vietnam War and President Lyndon Johnson's policy of escalation, then widely seen as pushing the United States deeper into the increasingly unpopular war. Seeger often performed the song at concerts and rallies, and in late 1967 he was invited to perform on the Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour. Seeger chose to perform "Big Muddy", and sang the song on the taping of the CBS show in September, 1967 but CBS management objected to its political tone, and censored the song prior to broadcast. Following the strong objections of the show's hosts, CBS later relented, and allowed Seeger to come back and sing the song on the Brothers' February 25, 1968 show

[Inchworm]

97. The wind and rain

It's an oldie. I like Gillian Welch's version best. It's real neat to hear any old man sing it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBsqvuWZWtQ

There were two sisters came walkin' down the stream
Oh the wind and rain
The one behind pushed the other one in
Cryin' oh the dreadful wind and rain

Johnny gave the youngest a gay gold ring
Oh the wind and rain
Didn't give the oldest one anything
Cryin' oh the dreadful wind and rain

They pushed her into the river to drown
Oh the wind and rain
And watched her as she floated down
Cryin' oh the dreadful wind and rain

Floated 'till she came to a miller's pond
Oh the wind and rain
Mama oh father there swims a swan (note 1)
Cryin' oh the dreadful wind and rain

The miller pushed her out with a fishing hook (note 2)
Oh the wind and rain
Drew that fair maid from the brook (note 3)
Cryin' oh the dreadful wind and rain

He left her on the banks to dry
Cryin' oh the wind and rain
And a fiddlin' fool come passing by
Cryin' oh the dreadful wind and rain

Out of the woods came a fidder fair
Oh the wind and rain
Took thirty strands of her long yellow hair
Cryin' oh the dreadful wind and rain

And he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair
Oh the wind and rain
He made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair
Cryin' oh the dreadful wind and rain

He made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
Oh the wind and rain
He made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
Cryin' oh the dreadful wind and rain

And he made a little fiddle of her breast bone
Oh the wind and rain
The sound could melt a heart of stone
Cryin' oh the dreadful wind and rain

And the only tune that the fiddle would play
Was oh the wind and rain
The only tune that the fiddle would play
Was oh the dreadful wind and rain

:hug:

[burrfoot]

98. Ryan Montbleau,

It's All Been Done

I'm guessing most haven't heard of him, unless they're from the northeast (particularly Boston, MA; or Utica, NY); but it's worth a listen.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32SYxzOm7w4

*edited for link*

[tandot]

99. On The Road To Find Out - Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQ--odAAA1A

On The Road To Find Out lyrics

Well, I left my happy home
to see what I could find out.
I left my folk and friends
with the aim to clear my mind out.

Well I hit the rowdy road
and many kinds I met there,
many stories told me
of the way to get there, ooh.

So on and on I go,
the seconds tick the time out,
there's so much left to know,
and I'm on the road to findout, ooh.

Well in the end I'll know,
but on the way I wonder
through descending snow,
and through the frost and thunder,

I listen to the wind come howl,
telling me I have to hurry.
I listen to the robin's song
saying not to worry, ooh.

So on and on I go,
the seconds tick the time out,
there's so much left to know,
and I'm on the road to findout, ooh.

Then I found myself alone,
hoping someone would miss me.
Thinking about my home,
and the last woman to kiss me, kiss me.

But some times you have to moan
when nothing seems to suit yer,
but nevertheless you know
you've locked the door towards the future, ooh.

So on and on you go,
the seconds tick the time out.
There's so much left to know,
and I'm on the road to findout, ooh.

Then I found my head one day
when I wasn't even trying,
and here I have to say,
'cause there is no case in lying, lying.

Yes the answer lies within,
so why not take a look now,
kick out the devil's sin,
pick up, pick up a good book now, ooh.

Yes the answer lies within,
so why not take a look now
kick out the devil's sin,
and pick up, pick up a good book now, ooh.

[Petrushka]

100. That's The Way It Was --- Richard Harris

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsVovcMYoqc&feature=related