I hear "camptown man" instead of "captain". One odd coincidence is that the author of "camptown races", Stephen Foster, also has a song called "Hard Times Come Again No More". en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hard_Times_Come_Again_No_More
For the uncertain line I believe the lyrics are "It's a mean old world, heavy in need..."
Also I think she says "lost that knack" or maybe "nag" and not "lost that black".
A friend just turned me on to Gillian Welch songs and I''m hooked. Love this song. I think you could read it both ways, the loss of family farms ,and it sounds like the way things were during the dustbowl. People would camp out on the outskirts of town ( camp towns) and work for local farmers, they were poor migrants just trying to stay alive. The lyrics: So come on you ragtime kings, and come on, you dogs, and sing... is how it was. Ok, that's my 2 cents lol Just joined : )
A friend just turned me on to Gillian Welch songs and I''m hooked. Love this song. I think you could read it both ways, the loss of family farms ,and it sounds like the way things were during the dustbowl. People would camp out on the outskirts of town ( camp towns) and work for local farmers, they were poor migrants just trying to stay alive. The lyrics: So come on you ragtime kings, and come on, you dogs, and sing... is how it was. Ok, that's my 2 cents lol Just joined : )
I hear "camptown man" instead of "captain". One odd coincidence is that the author of "camptown races", Stephen Foster, also has a song called "Hard Times Come Again No More". en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hard_Times_Come_Again_No_More
For the uncertain line I believe the lyrics are "It's a mean old world, heavy in need..."
Also I think she says "lost that knack" or maybe "nag" and not "lost that black".
A friend just turned me on to Gillian Welch songs and I''m hooked. Love this song. I think you could read it both ways, the loss of family farms ,and it sounds like the way things were during the dustbowl. People would camp out on the outskirts of town ( camp towns) and work for local farmers, they were poor migrants just trying to stay alive. The lyrics: So come on you ragtime kings, and come on, you dogs, and sing... is how it was. Ok, that's my 2 cents lol Just joined : )
A friend just turned me on to Gillian Welch songs and I''m hooked. Love this song. I think you could read it both ways, the loss of family farms ,and it sounds like the way things were during the dustbowl. People would camp out on the outskirts of town ( camp towns) and work for local farmers, they were poor migrants just trying to stay alive. The lyrics: So come on you ragtime kings, and come on, you dogs, and sing... is how it was. Ok, that's my 2 cents lol Just joined : )