Sunday, November 22, 2015

Capturing the Grizzly, Charles M. Russell, 1901


  1. Here's the URL where you can view my homemade amateur video recording of ME (!), singing Ian Tyson's composition, "THE GIFT", as I accompany myself by strumming simple chords on my Yamaha G-130A classical guitar.

    And here are the lyrics, so YOU can join in and sing along, too!

    "THE GIFT"


    VERSE # 01:
    In old Saint Louis,
    Over in Missouri,
    Where the mighty
    Mississippi River flows,
    A son was born to
    Mary Russell,
    And it starts the legend
    Every cowboy knows.
    Young Kid Russell
    Was born to wander.
    Ever Westward,
    He was bound to roam.
    Just a kid of sixteen
    In Eighteen Eighty,
    Out in wild Montana,
    He found his home.

    God made Montana
    For the wild men,
    For the pagan
    Sioux and Crow.
    But, He saved His greatest
    Gift for Charlie.
    Son, put it all down
    Before she goes.
    Gotta get it all down,
    'Cause she's bound to go.

    VERSE # 02:
    God hung the stars
    Over Judith Basin.
    God put the magic
    In young Charlie's hand.
    And all was seen and
    All remembered,
    Every shining mountain,
    Every longhorn brand.
    He could paint the lightning
    On horsehide shining,
    Great passing herds
    Of the buffalo,
    Or a cow camp cold
    On a rainy morning,
    Or the twisted wrist
    Of a Houlihan throw.

    VERSE # 03:
    When the Lord called Charlie
    To his home up yonder,
    He said, "Kid Russell,
    Got a job for you.
    You're in charge of sunsets
    Out in old Montana,
    'Cause I cain't paint them
    Quite as good as you do!
    Montana history
    And cowboy legend
    Will live forever
    Because of you,
    And when you're finished,
    We'll go have a few.
    But, Nancy Russell
    Will make sure it's just two!"