Extract from e-mail May 2004,
'Bud' Kelly, Chicago, USA
"Ah jist fun oot aboot this website ah few months ago an it's the
best thing thit's happened tae me in dunkys. Ah wurk the back shift an
canny wait tae git hame an log on. Ah've hud ma furst tellin aff frae the
webmaister alreddies bit the patter an the stories are pure ded magic so
they urr. Feels like ah've jined a new faimily. thanks everybudy an
especially you webmaister"
"this is me an' mah burd, Chicago 1971"
.
Jimmy Kelly is my brother and best pal.
We sang and played guitar together
in pubs and clubs all over the place.
I wrote this as a parting gift for him when I left Scotland in
1984.
.................................................................................................................................................... A song for Jimmy Kellyhear this song
Words don't come easy and emotions run high. As the moment of parting
draws near
The times close at hand when we'll both say goodbye. With a shaking of
hand and a tear
Chorus
I leave you with memories of times that are gone. And by god we have
shared quite a few
Oh but Jimmy the last thing I leave is this song. It's my thanks and my
goodbye to you
But let's ignore all the heartache and remember with pride. A friendship
that's never grown cold
For thirteen long years we have played side by side. An experience so rare
and unspoiled
Don't forget how we'd play on that first old guitar. How we'd practice
well into the night
Our hopes and our dreams, our joy and despair. When wondering if things
would come right
So let's remember the good times, the crack and the chat. The pints on a
Saturday night
The songs up in Kelly's, the noise and the laughs. And the friends and
companions we've met
.
Back
Hame by Bud Kelly Oh it's lately I've been thinking of the life and times
I've had
I'm living in the States noo and I'm dain no' too bad
But my mind goes back tae auld times when I was just a lad
Growing up oan the streets back hame.
I miss the streets of Glasgow on a misty rainy day
The murky Clyde a-flowing and the buskers at their play
I miss auld Paddy's Market and the dance on Saturday
Oh those were the days, back hame
2003
Chorus For too long ma heart has been weary
For too long ma soul's been forlorn
For too long I've been missing auld comrades
And the faces and sights, back hame
I miss the pub on Friday, the beer and whisky rounds
The laughin' drunken faces, the noisy drunken sounds
I miss the songs and music in a company of friends
They're the salt of the earth, back hame
Sometimes when I'm in slumber, they visit me it seems
The auld familiar faces, the ghosts that haunt ma dreams
Then I wake up in Chicago tae a cold December rain
Far away from the folks, back hame
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