Hans Theessink & Gerry Lockran
Cushioned For A Soft Ride Inside
 (1982, Autogram ALLP-271)


Tracks:

· Cottonfields
· Breaking Down The Henhouse
· New Cocaine Blues
· Midnight Special
· Morning Train
· Going To Brownsville
· Will The Circle Be Unbroken
· Come Back Baby
· Love Sweet Love
· Sidewalk Hobo
· Too Many Drivers
· Charly Stone
· All The Good Times

Cushioned For A Soft Ride Inside
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upCottonfields
(Traditional / New words & music by Gerry Lockran)

When I was just a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cottonfields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texicana
In them old cottonfields back home

Well when them cotton folks get rockin´
We don´t pick very much cotton
In them old cottonfields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texicana
In them old cottonfields back home

When Jess ´n I were just about knee high
´N our daddy´s corn was ridin´ mighty high
In them sweet old cottonfields back home
Mama would pray to the lord to save our cattle
´N get the mandolin down ´n make the chickens scuttle
In them old cottonfields back home

Well when them cotton folks get rockin´ ...

When Jake ´n Jonas was drinkin´ whiskey
We hit on the road up to Tennessee
´N leave them old cottonfields back home
But mama would wring her hands ´n start a-cryin´
Sayin´ her boys wouldn´t leave their mother dyin´
In them old cottonfields back home
"No way Mama ..."

Well when them cotton folks get rockin´ ...

Spoken: Then mama would take the mandolin down ´n start
a-playing and a-dancing, playing just like this

Gerry Lockran: vocals, national steel
Hans Theessink: mandolin, harmonica

upBreaking Down The Henhouse
(Words & music by Hans Theessink)

I´ve got a sugar babe ´cross the river
Big black river´s deep and wide
Some day soon I´ll go and see her
´Way over on the other side

I´ve got a sugar babe down the highway
Takes a travel of a day ´n night
Some day soon I´ll go and see her
´Cause she is my heart´s delight

Hans Theessink: vocals, mandolin

upNew Cocaine Blues
(Traditional / Theme by Rev. Gary Davis + extra words by Jackson Browne, verses 3 + 4 by Gerry Lockran)

You take Sally and I take Sue
Ain´t no difference between the two
Cocaine ... all around my brain

Sittin´ by the railroad line
Waitin´ for that chick o´ mine
Cocaine ... all around my brain

Holed up in Mobile - bust in Maine
Waitin´ for that midnight train
Cocaine ... all around my brain

Holy mother, what you gotta say
That stuff got me away
Cocaine ... all around my brain

Hey, hey, hey, hey, brother, what you gonna do
That cocaine got me through
Cocaine ... all around my brain

There´s nothing that I wanna do
But that snow´s gonna fly on through
Cocaine ... all around my brain

Shoot up my line, can´t you get it soon
Sugardaddy´s gonna take you too
Cocaine ... all around my brain

Holy brother, what you gotta say
That stuff got me away
Cocaine ... all around my brain

Hey, hey, hey, hey, mama, mama come on quick
My cocaine´s got me sick
Cocaine ... all around my brain

Hey brother what you gonna do
For that stuff´s gonna get me through
Cocaine ... all around my brain

Cocaine ... all around my brain

Gerry Lockran: vocals, ovation guitar
Hans Theessink: steel-bodied dobro, harmonica

upMidnight Special
(Traditional)

Get up early in the morning, hear the toll bell ring
Go walk up to the table, see the same damn thing
Knife ´n fork are on the table, nothin´ in my pan
But if i complain about it, get trouble from the man

Let the midnight special shine the light on me

You ever go to Houston, you better walk right
You better not stagger, you better not fight
´Cos the sheriff he´ll arrest you ´n carry you down
If the jury find you guilty, you´re penitentiary bound

Let the midnight special shine the light on me

Yonder come Missie Rosie, how in the world you know
I could tell her by the apron ´n the dress she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece o´ paper in her hand
Walks up to the captain, say "Release my man"

Let the midnight special shine the light on me

Gerry Lockran: vocals, guitar
Hans Theessink: guitar, mandolin, bottleneck

upMorning Train
(Instrumental by Gerry Lockran)

Gerry Lockran: guitar

upGoing To Brownsville
(Traditional)

Well I´m goin´ down to Brownsville
Find me that right hand road
Lord i ain´t gonna stop walkin´
´Till I find sweet mama´s door

Well that girl that I love
She got long black curly hair
´N her mother ´n her father
Sure don´t want me standing there

Gerry Lockran: vocals, guitar
Hans Theessink: national guitar, harmonica

upWill The Circle Be Unbroken
(Traditional)

I was standing by my window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse come rollin´
Mama as she went along her way

Will the circle be unbroken
Bye ´n bye, bye ´n bye
There´s a better home awaitin´
In the sky, lord, in the sky

Undertaker, undertaker
Can´t you drive your hearse on slow
´Cos that body that you´re movin´
Lord I hate to see her go

Will the circle be unbroken ...

´Twas my mother they were movin´
Down to that buryin´ ground
And my sister and my older brother
Standing cryin´ as she hung on down

Will the circle be unbroken ...

Gerry Lockran: vocals, national steel
Hans Theessink: vocals, guitar, bottleneck

upCome Back Baby
(Traditional)

Come back baby, baby please don´t go
One more time just before you hit the road
Come back baby, let´s talk it over one more time

One more time, one more time
Let´s talk it over one more time
Come back baby, let´s talk it over one more time

Hans Theessink: vocals, guitar
Gerry Lockran: guitar

upLove Sweet Love
(Words & music by Hans Theessink)

I don´t need your money
Don´t need your diamond ring
I don´t need your big Rolls Royce
To get me back on my feet again
... I need your love, love sweet love

I don´t need your TV-set
Don´t need your frigidaire
I don´t need your champagne ´n wine
But when I call, honey pleasae be there
... to give me love, love sweet love

I like the snow-covered mountain-top
The pale moon in the sky
I like the mighty rollin´ river
Babe, I love the shine in your eyes

I like my mamma
I like the way she walks
Yes I like my baby
The way she sweet-baby talks
... about love, love sweet love

Spoken: Listen to her talk

She got elfin´ movements
From her head down to her toes
Lord she moves like a cannonball
Wherever she goes

I don´t need your money ...

Hans Theessink: vocals, acoustic bottleneck

upSidewalk Hobo
(Words & music by Tony Joe White)

His footsteps echoed softly through the early morning hour
The slowness of his move should be a warning
From the trash he digs a pair of socks and yesterday´s flowers
What a way to start a monday-morning

He might have been a carpenter at one time in his life
Built a lot of homes but never had one
Or he might have been a poet who´d come upon some hard times
And all that he had lived was just them sad poems

He might have been a singer whit a lot of promise
Cigarettes and whisky ruined his throat
And it´s hard to remember even a simple tune
Or the words to the songs that he had wrote

Take me back to Memphis, I´ve got to do some things
I´ve been in this city way too long
And it lays heavy on my mind when I see another man
Having to make the sidewalk, having tomake the sidewalk his home

Hans Theessink: vocals, acoustic & electric guitar, harmonica
W. Opratko: percussion effects

upToo Many Drivers
(Words & music by Lighning Hopkins)

Baby you´ve got too many drivers
You ain´t got but one wheel
Don´t you think it looks funny when twomen
´re driving your little automobile

I´d rather be rolling down
Rolling down the sandy hill
Than to know you´ve got so many drivers
Baby, and you ain´t got but one wheel

Baby you got to go head on
Sell your little automobile
Whit all them drivers you´ve got mama
You´re lucky if you don´t get somebody killed

Hans Theessink: vocals, guitar
Alex Munkas: snare drum

upCharly Stone
(Words & music by Hans Theessink)

If you go down to South Rampart Street
There´s a man down there you´ll likely meet: Charly Stone, playing his slide-trombone

Little children dance around
Dance to his happy sound
Charly Stone, playing his slide-trombone

Hans Theessink: vocals, steelbodied dobro

upAll The Good Times
(Traditional)

WAll the good times ´re past ´n gone
All the good times ´re over
All the good times ´re past ´n gone
Little darling don´t you weep no more

Have you seen that turtle-dove
Flyin´ from pine to pine
It seems to mourn for it´s own true love
Just like I mourn for mine

All the good times ...

I´d wish to the lord I´d never been born
Or ´d died when I was young
I wished that I´d never seen your face
Nor heard your lieing tongue

All the good times ...

Hans Theessink: vocals, guitar
Gerry Lockran: backing vocals, guitar
John Nørgaard: backing vocals, piano

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