We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
"Up in the mornin' Out on the job Work like the devil for my pay But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do But roll around heaven all day.
Had a fuss with my woman, toil for my kids Sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray While that lucky old sun got nothin' to do But roll around heaven all day
Oh Lord above, can't you hear me cryin' tears rollin' down my eyes Send in a cloud with a silver lining Take me to Paradise
Show me that river, take me across Wash all my troubles away Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do But roll around heaven all day."
"That Lucky Old Sun," lyrics written by Haven Gillespie and Beasley Smith in the 1940s and covered by numerous artists including Louis Armstrong, Frank Sinatra, Ray Charles and Jerry Garcia. Dylan has played the song only three times in concert, the most recent being this version from Irvine, California in June of 2000.
I got that--Lucky Old Sun--for Christmas once, it had just come out, by Ray Charles, on a 45 RPM. I was just a callow teen--if that--and deep into Ray and the Kingston Trio. My first record--I wasn't even in the double digits, I don't think--was "Wild Goose" by Frankie Layne (sp done w/o search). Which I'm told I listened to for hours on end, over and over. I can still hear it in my head. Great song.