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MY MOUNTAINS MY MUSIC Collected & Homemade by Billy Jldd Wheeler Recorded at Mountain Sound Swannanoa, N. C. 28778 Sagittarius Records Swannanoa, N. C. (NR5694-1) 1. Humperdink The Coon Hunting Monkey 2. Ode To The Little Brown Shack Out Back 3. The Coming of the Roads 4. Anne 5. Mama Gave Me Love & Music 6. Lolly Too Dum (traditional) All songs by Billy Edd Wheeler ASCAP MY MOUNTAINS, MY MUSIC Collected & Homemade by Billy Held Wheeler Recorded at Mountain Sound Swannanoa, N. C. 28778 Sagittarius Records Swannanoa, N. C. (NR5694-2) 1. Jackson 2. The Waltz Of Miss Sarah Greene 3. Carolina Cole Slaw 4. The Reverend Mr. Black 5. Mose Rankin 6. Medley of From Here On Out & Three Nights Drunk (traditional) All songs by Billy Edd Wheeler ASCAP Side One 1. Humperdink The Coon Hunting Monkey 2. Ode To The Little Brown Shack Out Back 3. The Coming Of The Roads 4. Anne 5. Mama Gave Me Love and Music 6. Lolly Too Dum ' (All songs by B.E.W., except #6, traditional) Side Two 1. Jackson 2. Waltz of Miss Sarah Greene 3. Carolina Cole Slaw 4. Rev. Mr. Black 5. Mose Rankin 6. Medley: From Here On Out Three Nights Drunk (All songs by B.E.W., except #6, traditional) What it was was never much, I know, A camp, the hills — only the fallen snow Could flatter what every other day Saw fading bare and oily grey. But it was home. It was a place to go. I say be kind to one Who cannot prove he was a boy By pointing to a tree, a house or creek And saying from behind a rutted cheek “It was this world I was born into. My father carried off this hill on his shoe Into the house. My mother swept it out” Now the town itself is swept away. The mountain stands Silent now, biding other mountains. That town was Whitesville, West Virginia where I was born and it was Highcoal, also in Boone County, where I grew up. Highcoal is no longer on the map. But it is in my mind and in my heart, along with my old neigh- bors, the Trumans and the Hudsons, the Cantleys, the Carters, the Michaels, the Wilkersons, the Billings and the Mortons. Along with my friends and buddies, Carl Skeens, Gene Green, Wilbur Kaufman, Scrappy Ander- son and his sister Helen, Jo Ann Mason and Cookie Hen- derson, Benny Murphy, the White boys, Brother Bob Stewart and Johnny Protan who tried to make a boxer out of me. There is a music in the mountains Heard only by the mountaineer (From brog’in’ the hills With a sharp mountain ear) A music he remembers More than he has heard And loves more than he remembers. The mountains take a-hold of you. They put a spell on you and call you back. You can’t stay away long. You’ve got to get back to em, see em rising up around you like old friends comforting you, quieting you down, whispering things to you, putting music back in your soul, putting a stomp back in your heel. I had to move away from the mountains to learn I’d had it pretty hard. I^east. that’s what they told me. They said, “Son, you’re a poor child of Appalachia—you’ve been deprived.” I said, “I have?” Thinking back to pinto beans and onions and cornbread and chow chow, the big dances and boxing matches and movies at the pool- room, all the characters and plain good people I’d write about some day — thinking back to where I first started breathing on this old earth ball, where I found a jack-in- the-pulpit in a mossy hollow under a poplar grove and drank from a cold mountain stream — well, I wonder who was deprived? It sure wasn’t me! Through luck and a little elbow grease I’ve seen some of my songs and plays hit it big (JACKSON alone has sold over ten million) but I won’t change until the moun- tains do. If they don’t get the bighead, I won’t either. They made me what I am today. They and their people. The worst I could do is forget em. Which I won’t. The best I can do is love em, which I do. After you listen to this, I hope you do too! —Billy Edd Wheeler Female vocal on JACKSON by Arlene Kesterson, rhythm guitar by Ralph Lewis, banjo by Marc Pruett, lead guitar by Danny Rowland Danny Rowland also played lead guitar on side one, cuts #1, 2, 3, 4 All songs cleared through ASCAP Art work by Hugh Bailey Recorded at MOUNTAIN SOUND, P.O. Box 7, Swannanoa, N.C. 28778 for Sagittarius Records





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