David Lynn Jones and a Few Other Old Hillbillies Singing Recently

David Lynn Jones
Benefit Concert
Highland, Arkansas
You Tube

I haven't posted for a while on David Lynn Jones because I've been waiting for his comeback album, but one of this blog's readers who also listens to David Lynn, a Canadian man by the name of Larry Saidman, recently notified me of a benefit concert that David Lynn played in not long ago at a place just down the road from my Ozark hometown of Salem, Arkansas, namely, in Highland, Arkansas, which is also just up the hill from David Lynn's current home in the Spring River valley town of Hardy, Arkansas:

I just found two new postings of David Lynn Jones on You Tube. both from Jan 11, 2012, a "Benefit in Highland Ark". One song is "Amazing Grace" with other performers also singing. The other is a song I've never head before . . . title is probably "Every Once In A While".

That old favorite Amazing Grace is a lot fun to watch, for some of the performers take turns singing, and I liked that video better at first, but the other one grows on a fellow with the watching. Here is my transcription of the lyrics to Every Once in a While:

Every once in a while,
When reminded of you,
I could not see the sky,
I'm reminded your eyes
Are the same shade.
So I never look up,
Well, that's not exactly true,
Every once in a while,
I still do.

Every once in a while,
When my time is good,
I might be passing by,
Just happen to drive
Through our old hood.
I never go by your house,
Well, that's not exactly true,
Every once in a while,
I still do.

When the wind blows
Or the sun shows
A shadow on the ground,
When the birds sing
Or the night brings
Your old memory around,
I must be getting better,
I hardly ever think of you,
But every once in a while,
I still do.

Every once in a while,
When the moon is just right,
I promised myself
If somebody else
Is holding you tight,
That I'd never feel like a fool,
Well, that's not exactly true,
Every once in a while,
I still do.

When the wind blows
Or the sun shows
A shadow on the ground,
When the birds sing
Or the night brings
Your old memory around,
I must be getting better,
I hardly ever think of you,
But every once in a while,
I still do

Yes, every once in a while,
I still do . . .

I know some of those lines aren't right, so if some youngster with better ears than mine can listen and offer corrections, I'll be much obliged and do the same for you when my ears get younger again.

Meanwhile, I'll keep waiting for David Lynn's comeback album, which ought to arrive sometime before the parousia . . .