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    TENNESSEE, USA! Fanpage
    CONTENTS
    TENNESSEE, USA! Songbook
    Paul Crabtree's TENNESSEE, USA! by CGO
    TENNESSEE, USA!: 28 Years Later by CGO
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    1. TENNESSEE, USA! Songbook



    TENNESSEE, USA!
    A Play By Paul Crabtree
    Featuring songs by Paul Crabtree, Johnny Duke, Rose Stewart, and Bob Gunton.
    All lyrics written by Paul Crabtree, 1965.



    MY TENNESSEE

    by Paul Crabtree, Johnny Duke, & Rose Stewart

    (Sung by Chorale)



    This is my home!
    This is my home!
    This is my heritage!
    This is my Tennessee!
    My Tennessee!



    Blessed land of God's Creation
    Carved in restless history
    Plankstone of a mighty nation
    This is my home!
    My Tennessee!



    Mountains roll in undulation
    Nature's blessed scenery
    Rivulets forged its destination
    This is my home!
    My Tennessee!



    Long may the flame
    Burn in the glory of thy name!



    Rugged sons of tribulation
    Monuments of gallantry
    Gave their lives in dedication
    This is my home!
    This is my blessed land
    Called Tennessee!



    RAISE THE STATUS SYMBOL

    by Paul Crabtree, Johnny Duke, & Rose Stewart

    (Sung by Willoby Family & Chorale)



    CHORALE: Once upon a time
    In a magical land called America
    Somewhere in the enchanted State of Tennessee
    There lives a family named Willoby
    The paternal head of this family
    The sturdy and stalwart breadwinner
    Is Henry Horatio Willoby IV
    And, at this very moment,
    Henry Horatio Willoby IV
    Is busy winning bread



    HENRY: Be aggressive, with persistence,
    Circumvent the sales resistance!
    Keep the pace and never grumble
    That's how the cookie crumbles!

    Happiness is a Dow Jones average!

    Common market is demanding
    Forward, loan, and keep expanding!
    Dealing with a little wheeling
    Isn't classified as stealing!
    Happiness is a cornered market!

    Eliminate the human races!
    Give a number to the faces!
    Even though a girl is cuter
    Use an IBM computer!



    CHORALE: Behind every man is a woman
    The maternal head of the Willoby household
    Is Evelyn Willoby
    Whose work is never done
    Simply because she never does it



    EVELYN: In our exclusive neighborhood
    Restricted paradise
    We live just like our neighbors would
    If they could pay the price
    In our expensive little nest
    Distinctive domecile
    We only tolerate the best
    And use the latest style



    In a house that's automatic
    Mr. Clean is autocratic
    Ivory Snow in foamy swishes
    Lovely hands but dirty dishes!

    Happiness is the Jolly Green Giant in my washing machine!

    Family get a TV dinner
    Metrocal will keep me thinner
    If I'm fatter from indulgin'
    Maidenform will hide the bulgin'!

    Happiness is a free green stamp!

    Sex appeal's a woman's duty
    Buy a jar of instant beauty
    Charm is how you do your hair
    Mine's a wig I wash and wear!

    Happiness is a hairdresser
    Who doesn't know for sure!



    CHORUS (Sung by both Willobys and Chorale): Raise the status symbol
    To the mast on high!
    Climb the social ladder
    To the sky, yi-yi!
    Publicize your bank account
    Advertize the gross amount
    And blow your horn
    As only you can blow!
    And crow your crow
    As only you can crow!
    Build the greatest mansion
    In a private zone!
    It isn't what you are that counts
    It's what you own!
    When all the neighbors envy you
    The happiness that you pursue
    May be your loan!



    CHORALE: And, to make the Willoby family complete,
    We add their eighteen-year-old daughter, Jody,
    And we add their adventurous young son, Buster.
    Put them all together
    And we have the Willobys!



    WILLOBYS & CHORALE: Raise the status symbol to the

    HENRY: Keep the pace and never grumble!
    That's how the cookie crumbles!

    WILLOBYS & CHORALE: Climb the social ladder to the

    EVELYN: Maxwell House and Arid spray
    Oxidol and Special K!

    WILLOBYS & CHORAL: Publicize your bank account

    HENRY: Dealing with a little wheeling
    Isn't classified as atealing!

    WILLOBYS & CHORALE: Advertize the gross amount

    EVELYN: Reynolds Wrap and Rinse-So-White
    Vaseline and Oven-Brite!

    WILLOBYS & CHORALE: And blow your horn
    As only you can

    HENRY: Eliminate the human races!
    Give a number to the faces!

    WILLOBYS & CHORALE: And crow your crow
    As only you can

    EVELYN: Sani-Flush and Chevrolet
    Minute Maid and new Camay!

    WILLOBYS & CHORALE: Build the greatest mansion in a

    HENRY: Even though a girl is cuter
    Use an IBM computer!

    WILLOBYS & CHORALE: It isn't what you are that counts, it's

    EVELYN: Anacin and Green Shampoo
    Chesterfield and Carter's Glue!

    WILLOBYS & CHORALE: When all the neighbors envy you
    The happiness that you pursue
    May be your loan!



    SOMEWHERE

    by Paul Crabtree, Johnny Duke, & Rose Stewart

    (Sung by Jody Willoby)



    Somewhere
    The world is turning
    Somewhere else
    Not here



    Somewhere
    The fire is burning
    Somewhere else
    Not here



    CHORUS: Longing for someone
    Oh, come take me away!
    Strange-sounding places
    New faces
    New day



    REPEAT FIRST VERSE, CHORUS, & FIRST VERSE AGAIN



    Somewhere else
    Not here



    PLINCKETTY-PLANK

    by Paul Crabtree & Bob Gunton

    (Sung by Johnny Timberlake)



    CHORUS #1: Plincketty-plank!
    Pick on a string!
    That's the tune
    To the song I sing!
    Where'd I come from?
    Well, don't ask me!
    I didn't look around
    So I didn't see!

    Thought somethin' might be a-gainin' on me!



    Can't say if'n I was borned or hatched
    Among this wooly wild
    A ring-tailed coon's my next of kin
    I'm Mama Nature's Child!



    REPEAT CHORUS #1



    Don't know who larnt me all I know
    Can't say who tanned my hide
    But I've got proof that says they did
    Right on my bottom side!



    REPEAT CHORUS #1



    Now I never seen no womenfolk
    Til I was 21
    But I found out from a grizzly bear
    That huggin' sure is fun!



    CHORUS #2: Plincketty-plank!
    Pick on a string!
    That's the tune
    To the song I sing!
    Where'd I come from?
    Well, don't ask me!
    I didn't look around
    I didn't turn back
    I didn't look around
    \ So I didn't see!



    Yeah!



    JOHNNY'S CREATION

    by Paul Crabtree, Johnny Duke, & Rose Stewart

    (Spoken by Johnny Timberlake, with snippet of "My Tennessee" sung by Chorale)



    Folks, when the Good Lord plunked me down
    In the middle of this wilderness
    He said to me: "Johnny Timberlake,
    "You are home, boy!"
    And that was the first time
    Anybody ever called me by my name



    He said it in a voice
    That didn't sound like no ordinary man a-talkin'
    Fact is, He didn't use no words at all
    He just spoke to me in sounds
    That made me feel what He wanted me to know



    But, just as sure as you and me are here,
    He talked to me
    His big, fine Voice came a-ridin' in
    On a pine-smellin' wind
    From over to Carolina way



    'Course it weren't called Carolina then
    In fact, it weren't called nothin'
    Cause there was nobody there to call it



    Well, anyways, He said to me: "Johnny Timberlake,
    "I want to show you this big, fine home I give you!"
    "I want you to look at it with your eyes and ears
    And nose and mouth."
    "But, mostly, I want you to look at it with your heart."
    "Because that's the only way to really see
    What you're lookin' at."



    Well, I looked, my friends!
    I looked!
    I stretched out my arms
    I throwed back my head
    And I looked!



    And I saw velvet green mountains
    Soft as a summer fog
    And I said: "Lord, who made them purty things?"



    But He didn't answer
    Cause He don't brag
    But, just then, an ol' loblolly pine nodded
    Ever so gently
    And I knew He did



    And then I knelt down
    By a crisp little sliver of a stream
    And an old wall-eyed pike watched me
    As I cupped my hands
    And touched my lips with the sterling sip
    So cool and so pure
    And I knew He made that, too



    And, just then, the new smell of yellow jasmine
    Mixed up with the breath of dragon root
    Popclover and spring beauty danced by
    A wild hog grunted



    And a speckle-nosed buck
    Pricked up his ears
    And then dashed like a whisper
    Into the thicket



    Well, I just stood there
    And shook my head at the wonder of it all
    And I said: "Lord, you sure are somethin',
    You ere!"



    But He didn't brag nary a bit
    He just said: "That's good!" "That's good!"
    And then He pointed that strong, straight Finger of His
    Right at my nose
    And said: "I'm a-countin' on you, Johnny Timberlake,
    "To be My representative and take care
    "Of that big, fine home I give you
    And make sure nothing bad ever happens to it!"
    "And that you make it into something I'd be proud of!"



    Well, I said: "I thank you kindly, Sir!"
    "I give my solemn word I'll do my best!"
    And do you know what He said then?
    He said: "You had better, Johnny Timberlake!"
    "Cause if anything bad ever happens
    "To that big, green territory down there,
    "I'm gonna shoot down My Wrath
    And burn the whole thing up!"



    And, right then, just to show me He could,
    He shot down a great, hot bolt of lightning!
    Scared the daylights out of me!



    Well, I looked around
    To see if'n I was still there,
    And that ol' loblolly pine
    Was split right down the middle
    And burnt to a crisp!



    Well, from that moment on,
    I knowed I had a job to do!



    CHORALE: This is my home!
    This is my blessed land
    Called Tennessee!



    TWO SIDES

    by Paul Crabtree, Johnny Duke, & Rose Stewart

    (Sung by Johnny Timberlake, Big Rip & Chorale)



    There are two sides
    To every question
    And two views from every bridge
    Two signs
    Which point in opposite directions
    At every intersection
    The question is selection



    There are two ends
    In each beginning
    And two means to every end
    Two ways
    In which to play the game of winning
    Or losing or preventing
    The problems neverending



    There's a head for every tail
    And a white for every black
    There's a male for every female
    And a front in front of every single back



    There are two facts
    In every faction
    And two ways
    To skin a cat
    Two plans
    In every plan of action
    Two ways
    To get your satisfaction



    CHORALE: There are two sides
    To every puzzling question
    And two confusing views
    From which you have to choose
    Two confusing views
    From every bridge



    MOVE ON

    by Paul Crabtree, Johnny Duke, & Rose Stewart

    (Sung by Chorale)



    Move on! (Move on!)
    Move on! (Move on!)
    Move on! (Move on!)
    Move on! (Move on!)



    Restless hands and searching eyes
    Move on! (Move on!)
    Move on! (Move on!)
    Frosty Appalachians rise
    Move on! (Move on!)
    Move on! (Move on!)



    Promised land of greenest gold
    Move on! (Move on!)
    Move on! (Move on!)
    Hidden stories yet untold
    Move on! (Move on!)
    Move on! (Move on!)



    Newer grasses
    Bluer skies
    Frosty Appalachians rise
    Move on! (Move on!)
    Move on! (Move on!)
    And on!



    REPEAT LAST TWO VERSES



    SHE PASSED MY WAY

    by Paul Crabtree & Rose Stewart

    (Sung by Johnny Timberlake)



    She passed my way
    In a garden
    Soft as the drifting dew
    She passed my way
    In the Valley Of Dreams
    But she passed my way
    She passed my way
    She passed my way
    Like you



    I kissed her lips in the moonlight
    Soft as the drifting dew
    I kissed her lips
    In the Valley Of Dreams
    And she passed my way
    She passed my way
    She passed my way
    Like you



    I talked of love and marriage
    Soft as the drifting dew
    I talked of love
    In the Valley Of Dreams
    And she passed my way
    She passed my way
    She passed my way
    Like you



    But she passed my way
    Like a shadow
    Soft as the drifting dew
    She passed my way
    In the Valley Of Dreams
    Yes, she passed my way
    She passed my way
    She passed my way
    Like you


    BATTLE OF KING'S MOUNTAIN

    by Paul Crabtree, Johnny Duke, & Rose Stewart

    (Performed by Cast & Chorale)



    Intro: Orchestral Horn Section, Injun War Whoops & Battle Music



    CHORALE: Who are these rugged men
    Who love their freedom so?



    THINGS ARE GONNA BE A RIGHT SMART DIFFERENT

    by Paul Crabtree, Johnny Duke, & Rose Stewart

    (Sung by Chorale)



    CHORALE: Things are gonna be a right smart different
    Up in Washington, D.C.
    There's a new breed of man
    A-headin' for the White House
    And he comes from Tennessee!



    He's a tall drink of water
    Like a Tennessee timber
    And as tough as a Tennessee tree
    He'll skin your hide
    Quicker than a rabbit
    And his name's Old Hickory!
    And his name's Old Hickory!



    JAMES K. POLK

    by Paul Crabtree, Johnny Duke, & Rose Stewart

    (Sung by James K. Polk & Chorale)



    JAMES K. POLK (Spoken): Nobody ever knows my name!
    I served seven terms
    In the United States House of Representatives
    I was Speaker of the House
    Governor of the State of Tennessee
    President of the United States!
    "Who is he?" indeed!



    (Sung): I'm the name that is stuck
    On everybody's tongue
    James K. Polk!
    James K. Polk!



    I'm the words to a song
    That is never, ever sung
    James K. Polk!
    James K. Polk!



    I'm the people's choice for obscurity
    I'm the silent voice
    The mystery of history



    I'm the slip of the mind
    Or the thought that breaks the train
    I'm the "it" or the "him"
    Or the "What's his name again?"
    I am James K.
    James K. Polk!



    On the day I took the Oath
    And swore to guard the nation
    I set the pattern and the goal
    For my administration



    I swore that I would take an axe
    To end the tariff and the tax
    I swore to end the hanky-pankying
    With independent national banking



    I swore the flag of USA
    Would fly in Californiay
    I even swore to take a gun
    To England's claim in Oregon



    And, in the back of my mind,
    I had a nasty little scheme
    To end the drawn-out Texas wo'
    By taking it from Mexico!



    I said what I would do
    And I've done it
    I fought the war with Mexico
    And won it!
    I lowered all the taxes
    I stole the State of Texas
    And Britain didn't walk the land
    She ran it!



    (Spoken): What more can a President do to be remembered?



    CHORALE: Well, from now on
    You're the name on the tip
    Of everybody's tongue!
    James K. Polk!
    James K. Polk!



    POLK: No, I'm the words to a song
    That is never, ever sung!



    CHORALE: James K. Polk!
    James K. Polk!



    You're the people's choice for posterity!



    POLK: I'm the silent voice!



    CHORALE: You're JKP of Tennessee!



    POLK: I'm the slip of the mind
    Or the thought that breaks the train



    CHORALE: You're the blip!
    You're the hit!
    Born to everlasting fame!
    You are James K.!
    James K.!
    The leader with the master stroke!



    POLK: The laughter of a pointless joke!



    CHORALE: Like a mighty pine
    Or a sturdy oak!



    POLK: Like an empty bag
    I'm just a "Polk"!



    CHORALE: You are James K.!
    James K.!



    POLK: What's that name again?



    CHORALE: It's James K.!
    James K. Polk!



    CIVIL WAR BALLET

    by Paul Crabtree, Johnny Duke, & Rose Stewart

    (Performed by Orchestra & Chorale)



    Intro: Background Music of "Dixie" and "Yankee Doodle" played by Orchestra



    CHORALE: A house divided!
    A house divided!
    Forget this day!
    Forget this day!



    (Background music of "Dixie" repeated, followed by slow, menacing lead-in by Orchestra)



    (Spoken): A proud nation
    Divided by pride
    Tantalized by pride
    A people moblilized against each other
    Protecting ideas
    Both believed to be right
    The unbowed pride of the living
    The silent pride of the dead
    The hushed-quiet shame
    That scorched and scarred our nation
    And left it black from the flames of hatred
    Red with the blood of its sons



    (Sung): A house divided!
    A house divided!
    Forget this day!
    Forget this day!



    (Orchestra builds to a climax, as Big Rip cackles diabolically.)



    DOUGHBOYS

    by Paul Crabtree, Johnny Duke, & Rose Stewart

    (Performed by Orchestra & Chorale)



    Intro: Revellie bugle call.



    CHORALE: Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning!



    Oh, it's a long way over there!
    And a long way back to the Navy!
    I found my love in Avalon!
    But Yankee Doodle went to London
    Riding on a pony
    And we are those Yankee Doodle boys!



    CHORUS: You never know, boys
    When you are Doughboys
    You'll see the world on Uncle Sam's dough
    From Picadilly to Tipperary
    It's a whale of a show
    Wherever you go
    When Uncle Sam is handing out the do-re-mi
    So pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
    You're in the know, boys
    When you are Doughboys
    And say so long to Mary
    So long, Mary!
    We'll see the world on Uncle Sam's dough!



    (Spoken): Bye, you all!
    Bye, Bye!



    We're fighting the war
    To end all wars
    To end all wars
    To end all wars
    We're fighting the war
    To make the world
    Safe for democracy!
    Safe for democracy!



    REPEAT CHORUS



    WALK SOFTLY

    by Paul Crabtree, Johnny Duke, & Rose Stewart

    (Sung by Jody Willoby)



    Walk softly
    Don't tread on my dreams
    Speak low
    As though a prayer



    Walk softly
    So I'm not awake
    Speak low
    My love is there



    A dream of love's a whispered song
    For those in love to share
    A dream of love
    Is poet's gold
    Melted into air



    Walk softly
    Don't tread on my dreams
    Speak low
    Speak low
    My love is there



    A FEW WORDS ON HERITAGE

    by Paul Crabtree & Johnny Duke

    (Spoken by Henry Willoby)



    Fred, do you realize
    That we're riding the crest
    Of a big, rich heritage?



    A richness worth more
    Than all your papers
    Or all the gold in the world



    A richness that beats through your heart
    And makes you proud



    If you take the time
    To take a close, hard look
    At the Robertsons, the Seviers, the Shelbys,
    The Crocketts, the Jacksons, the Polks, the Johnsons,
    And the Yorks, the Hulls, and the Kefauvers



    You know, the heartening thing you'll find
    Is they weren't superhuman individuals
    They weren't born of nobility
    With a destiny of fame and glory
    Anymore than we were



    They were simple folks
    Their feet hurt
    And their backs ached
    They were molded by the necessity of their times
    And driven by the power of ideas
    Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness



    It was their job and their destiny
    To leave their thumbprints
    On the sturdy form of our state and nation
    And they did their job
    They didn't finish it
    They couldn't finish it!



    Liberty, like life, is so temporary
    And the pursuit of happiness is ever constant
    Just as sure as spring
    There are new fields to plow
    New rows to hoe
    New seeds to plant
    New crops to gather
    And we're the ones of our time
    The only ones to reap the harvest
    And prepare the soil for tomorrow



    A tick of the clock
    And we're the heritage
    Of a newer spring
    I wonder what words will tell our deeds?
    We write them now
    What statues will we deserve?
    We can carve them now
    What hopes will we bequeath?
    We dream them now



    WANTED

    by Paul Crabtree & Bob Gunton

    (Sung by Johnny Timberlake & Big Rip)



    Those city lights were bright
    But they were lonesome
    How I longed to walk that Smoky Mountain trail
    I could see my Mother's smile
    As I pushed and pulled the file
    Through the window of a New York City jail



    CHORUS #1: Wanted dead or alive
    That's me!
    Wanted dead or alive
    And the one who makes the kill
    Gets a thousand dollar bill
    Oh, I'm worth a great deal more
    Dead than alive!



    Through the shadows of the night
    I had to travel
    Through the wind and rain
    And icy winter storm
    As I trudged each painful mile
    I could see my Mother's smile
    And the cabin on the hill
    So nice and warm



    REPEAT CHORUS #1



    Then, at last, I saw the candle in the window
    And my Mother standing in the open door
    "Welcome home, my son!" she said
    As she shot me full of lead
    And sang as I lay bleedin' on the floor



    CHORUS #2: He's wanted dead or alive
    That's my boy!
    Wanted dead or alive
    I'm the one who made the kill
    For a thousand dollar bill
    He's worth a great deal more
    Lying dead there on the floor
    Yes, he's worth a great deal more
    Dead than alive!



    TENNESSEE, USA!

    by Paul Crabtree, Johnny Duke, & Rose Stewart

    (Sung by Entire Cast)



    Sing, Tennessee, USA!
    Do-re-mi your part!
    Sing, Tennessee, sing, sing, sing!
    Harmonize your heart!



    Sing, Tennessee, USA!
    Sing it loud and clear!
    (With a cheer!)
    What other states are looking for
    We've got it all right here!



    REPEAT THREE TIMES



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