Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Ear Candy Toofer Toosday

As promised last week here's a couple of tracks from The Guess Who. The first track is without Randy Bachman and not what most people expect from The Guess Who. Mento, Soca, Reggae, Calypso, ... definitely from the islands, man, and sound advice for Fathers with Daughters everywhere. The second track is another Jazz fusion written by Bachman, which Burton Cummings called the "Best song every written by a Canadian". There must have been a lotta love going on between Cummings and Bachman during those days, too, because Bachman convinced Cummings to learn how to play the flute for the solo on Undun, one of my favorite Guess Who songs. This version is the original from the Canned Wheat album and even has the country picking diddy at the very end. Okay ... enough Jibba Jabba ... Enjoy ....





Hey man, follow your daughter home
Hey man, follow your daughter home
Hey man, follow your daughter home

Keep her out of trouble
Follow your daughter home
Staying out late in the bar with the bad men
Follow your daughter home
Keep her out of mischief
Follow your daughter home
What are the boys like she's staying and sleeping with
Follow your daughter home
Watch her

Hey man, follow your daughter home
Hey man, follow your daughter home

Keep her out of mischief
Follow your daughter home
What are the boys like she's running and dancing with
Follow your daughter home
Is she still a virgin
Follow your daughter home
Staying out late with the boys past midnight
Follow your daughter home
Tie her up

Hey man, follow your daughter home
Hey man, follow your daughter home

Keep her out of trouble
Follow your daughter home
Staying out late in the bar with the bad men
Follow your daughter home
Keep her out of mischief
Follow your daughter home
You're asking lots of questions 'bout the boys she's sleeping with
Follow your daughter home
Watch her, watch her

Hey man, follow your daughter home
Hey man, follow your daughter home
Lovely young woman, now
Hey man, follow your daughter home
Hey man, follow your daughter home
Watch her
Hey, follow your daughter home 
 
 
 
 She's come undone
She didn't know what she was headed for
And when I found what she was headed for
It was too late

She's come undone
She found a mountain that was far too high
And when she found out she couldn't fly
It was too late

It's too late
She's gone too far
She's lost the sun

She's come undone
She wanted truth, but all she got was lies
Came the time to realize
And it was too late

She's come undone
She didn't know what she was headed for
And when I found what she was headed for
Mama, it was too late

It's too late
She's gone too far
She's lost the sun
She's come undone
No-na-na, no-na-na, no-na-na

Too many mountains and not enough stairs to climb
Too many churches and not enough truth
Too many people and not enough eyes to see
Too many lives to lead and not enough time

It's too late
She's gone too far
She's lost the sun
She's come undone

Doe-doe-doe-doe-doe, doe, un-doe-doe-doe, un-doe-doe-doe
Doe doe-doe-doe-doe, un-doe-doe-doe, doe-doe-doe
Doe doe-doe-doe, doe, doe-doe-doe, doe, doe

It's too late
She's gone too far
She's lost the sun

She's come undone
She didn't know what she was headed for
And when I found what she was headed for
It was too late

She's come undone
She found a mountain that was far too high
And when she found out she couldn't fly
Mama, it was too late

It's too late
She's gone too far
She's lost the sun
She's come undone

No, no-no-no-no-no, no
Doe, doe, doe-doe

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