playing solitaire till dawn with a deck of 51 lyrics

#PLAYING SOLITAIRE TILL DAWN WITH A DECK OF 51 LYRICS TV#

His grandfather told him the legend of the ghost horse that unconsciously prompted the writing of “Wildfire,” although he didn’t recall that it came from his grandfather’s storytelling until his mother reminded him years after he had written the song. He would much rather get everyone together and sit around and tell stories and jokes.” Actually smacked my head when it clicked. There's a song called 'Flowers On The Wall' that has a line 'Playing solitaire 'till dawn, with a deck of 51'.

#PLAYING SOLITAIRE TILL DAWN WITH A DECK OF 51 LYRICS TV#

And also being steeped in the storytelling tradition of the Southwest that I had gotten from my grandfather Ed, who never would watch TV or listen to the radio. I noticed the missing card issue as well and clued in that it's a feature not a bug. “It’s all wrapped up in my dreams as a child of getting out of the Texas suburbs and living on my grandfather’s or uncle’s ranches, and being a cowboy and owning my own horse. “I didn’t understand what the song was about until years later,” he continued. A lenghthy tome of a bio follows, and, originally, even he didn’t know what was up with that song: I thought Michael Martin Murphey was a blast from the past, but, his website is a spiffed up, his touring schedule full, he has 3 houses, apparently pretty successful on the cowboy singing circuit. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I don’t have time to stand around yackin’, what with four hungry children and a crop in the field.īiggirl, you are so Evil for putting that old earworm in my head. After a while I could tell she was hungry for laughter and I reckon she’s gone off after whatever the other life brings. I think it was more than she planned for, being a daydream believer and a homecoming queen.īut there was a lot of work to do, and I never promised her a rose garden. Sometimes she’d sit around countin’ flowers on the wall, or stay up all night playing solitaire til dawn with a deck of 51, and when I’d call her she’d say “I’m not Lisa, my name is Julie”. Truth is she seemed more than a little confused most of the time. Those were the days, my friend we thought they’d never end. I told her that as long as I can have her here with me, Id much rather be forever in blue jeans. The important thing was that she was finished with her life in the fast lane and ready to take a chance again as a farm wife on the Nebraska prarie. She said something about running from a man who goes by the name of the Sandman and I figured maybe it’s best not to ask, if you catch my meaning. I never knew why she left or how she got the horse in the first place. She came from Yellow Mountain on a horse.

Playing solitaire till dawn with a deck of 51 lyrics