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THE HILLS ARE IN BLOOM features thirteen new originals that span the eclectic range of Minton's previous albums: folk, blues, bluegrass, country, gospel, rock, even skiffle & ragtime.

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JOHN MINTON ⢠THE HILLS ARE IN BLOOM

Southern Can CDs SCCD 22211 ⢠release date February 22 ⢠2011


JOHN MINTON's new album THE HILLS ARE IN BLOOM is the culmination of nearly forty years of performing and pursuing American folk music. Minton began playing in the 1970s in his hometown of Houston, Texas, inspired by roots rock, the folksong revival, and local folk heroes like Lightnin' Hopkins and Townes Van Zandt. In the 1980s he gigged around Austin while earning his PhD in folklore at the University of Texas. More recently, he has released five critically aclaimed albums by himself and his band, THE POSSUM TROT ORCHESTRA ( John Minton, Life & Times {2003} ⢠John Minton, Going Back to Vicksburg {2004} ⢠The Possum Trot Orchestra {2005} ⢠The Possum Trot Orchestra, Harbor Road {2006} & The Possum Trot Orchestra, Night Crow {2008} ). Featuring thirteen new originals, THE HILLS ARE IN BLOOM expands the electic approach of these earlier albums, sampling a range of roots stylesâfolk, blues, bluegrass, country, rock, skiffle and ragtime. Besides performing, Minton has also made a career of studying American music. Since 1990 he has been professor of folklore at Indiana University-Purdue University Fort Wayne, teaching classes on American folk and popular music. His most recent book is 78 Blues: Folksongs and Phonographs in the American South (Jackson: University Press of Mississippi, 2008).


JOHN MINTON ⢠vocals ⢠guitars ⢠upright & electric bass ⢠banjo ⢠accordion ⢠piano & organ ⢠harmonica ⢠dobro ⢠jaw harp ⢠limberjack & assorted percussion

JON HARTMAN ⢠drums { tracks 2 ⢠4 ⢠5 ⢠8 ⢠9 & 13 }

DAVE KARTHOLL ⢠mandolin { tracks 1 & 4 } & whistling { track 7 }

LARRY KUZNAR ⢠trumpet { tracks 5 & 9 }

ERIK STILLABOWER ⢠fiddle { tracks 4 & 10 }

All songs ⢠words & music by John Minton ⢠Monkey Knuckles Music ⢠ASCAP


1 } The Rose of Teneha

I used to always lace my boots up in Arkansas
Till I took a sawmill job down at Teneha
I took a room by the week âcross from the Silver Moon
Where they nightly pour the whiskey for the flathead crew
Abel had a brother ⢠Adam took a fall
My only one regretâs the Rose of Teneha

When it shines it fries your mind ⢠when it rains you drown
Toiling up them red clay hills ⢠tearing tall pine down
She waited tables at the Moon just biding her time
Waiting for a fool like me to be the next in line
Abel had a brother âââ

I thought he was my partner ⢠I thought he was my friend
He took my billfold and my woman ⢠ainât seen them again
Now Iâm on a DUI in the Lufkin tank
Nothing but an IOU that she stuck in the bank
Abel had a brother âââ

Itâs a thorny question ⢠What would Abel do
If that low back ⢠stabber Cain had took his woman too?
They positively done my heart like a cross ⢠cut saw
I never knew what misery was till I left old Arkansas and come to Teneha
Abel had a brother âââ

2 } The Devil Gold of 1862

Old Granville Wise married three wives and buried two
And he never left his children nothing but the price of dead menâs shoes
For that young widow got the land and the Devil Gold of 1862

They said the money came from a bank up in Atlanta that got stranded at Savannah by the federal blockade
So they left it on a sidetrack hidden underneath a stack of cotton bales {right by the rails}
And they say that Granvilleâs granddad somehow grabbed that money by the tail

But the widowâs brother dug the whole place up and never found nothing but holes
Yet treasure is the pleasure and the measure of many a weak and wicked soul
And Old Granâs ghost is walking still and walk he will until they find that gold {or so Iâm told}

Seeds are buried âfore they're born ⢠folks are mostly buried once theyâre dead
And most the buried treasure in the world is just a hole in someoneâs head
And ⢠man ⢠if you go digging there ⢠youâre liable to find something else instead {thatâs what I said}

In the woods along the river of a night youâll see two lanterns shine
That young widow and her brother are still digging in the Devilâs Diamond Mine
But the toll to Hell is the only gold those fools will ever find

3 } Your Brain Has Got a Mind All Its Own

Wondering ⢠waiting ⢠itâs wondrous aggravating
Worried like a mutt without a bone
Instead of swinging on the gate ⢠gal ⢠why must I hesitate?
Your brain has got a mind all its own

Waiting ⢠wondering ⢠sleeping and slumbering
Dreaming that my passwayâs filled with stones
What are you dreaming when you nap ⢠through that hole in your nightcap?
Your brainâs got a mind all its own
Have pity! ⢠wicked child ⢠I ainât done no wrong
Your brainâs got a mind all its own

Wondering ⢠waiting ⢠thundering and hailing
The cold is cracking rocks and stones
In the creeks and in the lakes ⢠the fishes feel your pains and aches
Your brainâs got a mind all its own
Have pity! ⢠little doney âââ

Last night as I lay sleeping ⢠the strangest dream came creeping
I was falling from the treetops to the ground
Through the branches you kept shooting silver bullets at the moon
Your brainâs got a mind all its own
Have pity! ⢠Josey gal âââ
Have pity! ⢠wicked child âââ

4 } The Hills Are in Bloom

Back in Kentucky the hills are in bloom
Here in this city Iâm stuck in a room
Thinking about a better time
Before you broke this poor heart of mine

I couldnât see farming or working the mine
So I came to the city and got on a line
Got me a job and got me a girl
Said ⢠Boy ⢠youâve hit the top of the world

But loveâs a rustler ⢠loveâs a thief
Too much pain and too much grief

The job ended last summer ⢠the girl moved back home
Just left the old number from her telephone
I hope Kentucky suits you fine
Now that you've broke this poor heart of mine

{ repeat bridge & first verse }

5 } Coal Creek Blues

O honey babe ⢠o baby mine
You ainât my rider but you might like this rail sometime
Pack your grip to travel ⢠babe ⢠Iâll grab my bag and go
Payday is coming way too slow

Down in Kentucky ⢠the dark and bloody ground
Is butchered like a hog and weighed out by the pound
The coal runs through these mountains like an open vein
Dragging dead men like an iron chain

O baby mine ⢠I do believe Iâm bound away
Iâm bound for Caroline
Once I leave youâll surely rue the day

On the banks of Italy the waves are clear and clean
Here the creeks are black as tar and taste like kerosene
The blood runs through these mountains like a vein of coal
Bleeding from a thousand bloody holes

{ repeat bridge & first verse }

6 } There Ainât Nothing Old { But What Itâs Getting New Again }

Two six four ⢠I got a V8 Ford
With a dozen little monkeys on the running board
Weâre going in circles around the bend
Youâre bound to hit something but you never know when
Ainât nothing old but what itâs getting new again

Once we all had lots of cash
Till we had ourselves another little Wall Street Crash
The big bad wolf only made it big
By stealing pork belly futures off of little pigs
Ainât nothing old but what itâs getting new again

Hey now ⢠doctor ⢠run here quick
This consumptionâs made me sick
O ⢠big city life is killing me

Everything thatâs old is new
They even brought back that old Spanish Flu
I went to the doctor to get my pills
He asked me up front ⢠Whoâs gonna pay this bill?
Ainât nothing old but what itâs getting new again

Two six nine ⢠That old goose drank wine
Trying to get to heaven on a credit line
The poor old farmerâs getting in his crop
Just a ⢠hoping he can find a little debt to swap
Ainât nothing old but what itâs getting new again

Come here ⢠doctor ⢠run here fast
This congestion just canât last
O ⢠big city life is killing me

7 } Pick Poor Robin Clean

Blue Jay ⢠now ⢠Blue Jay ⢠what makes you fly so high?
Trying to find the hard rock bottom of the deep blue sky
Red Bird ⢠now ⢠Red Bird ⢠whatâs your bloody crime?
Shooting Poor Cock Robin dead off that telephone line with this long distance gun of mine

Blytheville Gal ⢠O Blytheville Gal ⢠what makes your heart so cold?
Laying âround old Blytheville just waiting to get old
Pine Bluff Gal ⢠now ⢠Pine Bluff Gal ⢠what makes your head so hard?
Trying to count the children multiplying in the yard when the dough donât add that far

You got to pick Poor Robin clean ⢠Pick Poor Robin clean
Pick his head ⢠pick his feet ⢠pick a little every bit fit to eat
Pick Poor Robin clean ⢠Pick Poor Robin clean
Lord now didnât that Jay Bird laugh till he like to broke his yass ⢠yass when I picked Poor Robin clean

Blue Jay ⢠now ⢠Blue Jay ⢠wonât you tell me where you flew?
You didnât leave a ripple or a foot track on the blue
Buddy ⢠if I told you that then youâd know what I knew
And if you was a Blue Jay too then ⢠man ⢠youâd have a clue why I donât give a damn for you

Why donât you pick Poor Robin clean ⢠Pick Poor Robin clean
Pick his head ⢠pick his feet ⢠pick a little every bit fit to eat
Pick Poor Robin clean ⢠Pick Poor Robin clean
Lord now didnât that Jay Bird laugh till he split his naked yass ⢠yass when I picked Poor Robin clean

Pick Poor Robin clean ⢠Pick Poor Robin clean
Pluck them feathers ⢠fry âem up in Good Gulf Gasoline
Pick Poor Robin clean ⢠Pick Poor Robin clean
Lord now didnât that Jay Bird laugh till he fell right on his yass ⢠yass when I picked Poor Robin clean

8 } Desdemona

Desdemona ⢠which way does that blood red river run?
Right from my back window clear to the rising sun
Some fish swim ⢠some fish swum ⢠down to Mississippi where the workâs no fun
Desdemona ⢠wonât you tell your daddy what you done?

Desdemona ⢠who you calling in your sleep?
I do believe my rider expect to make a âfore day creep
Nickel on your nickel ⢠dime on your dime ⢠donât expect no quarter ⢠you ainât got the time
Desdemona ⢠mama ⢠whatâs upon your mind?

Here come Betty Lou a ⢠bopping in them new red shoes
She look like she wanna stop but they wonât quit stomping till she drop
For youâre dancing with the devil shaking your bad ass to the fall of dying heartbeats and sound of breaking glass
You can patch a broken bone if you can stand the stones and sticks but that oven only cooks at ninety ⢠eight ⢠point ⢠six
Desdemonaâ

Here come Betty Lou a ⢠bopping in them new red shoes
She look like she wanna stop but they wonât quit stomping till she drop
For youâre dancing with the devil shaking your bad ass to the fall of dying heartbeats and sound of breaking glass
You can patch a broken bone if you can put it back in joint but that jug donât hold but nine or ten pints

Desdemona ⢠donât you try to do me this way
Aww ⢠Desdemona ⢠donât you try to do me this way
Some ships rock ⢠some ships roll ⢠down to Mississippi where they sure got soul
Desdemona ⢠donât you hear that church bell toll?

9 } Albert & Betty

Albertâs mama run a ⢠screaming through the streets ⢠sheâs gonna do a little drama with the Chief of Police
Say ⢠Your boy done murder but he surely aimed to please
For he only got the blood on the black piano keys

Ragtime music is a true abomination ⢠gonna be the ruination of our nationâs young
You got these gangsters on the corner ruminating with their Gattling Guns
Run here ⢠mama ⢠let me tell you what your Albert done

Albertâs mama weeps ⢠Albertâs mama moans
Her loving son ainât coming home

Albertâs Betty was an out ⢠of ⢠work beautician who took up with a musician with a taste in whores
Albert spied that poor boy right through the parlor door
Well he didnât miss a beat but he surely stopped that forty ⢠four

Poor old Benny and for just one penny you can read all about it in the Picayune
All about the doings of Piano Ben and the cheap saloon where he met his end
When bad old Albert plugged his baby brother and best friend

Albertâs mama weeps ⢠Albertâs mama moans
Her loving sons ainât coming home

Now when they heard the news
Them gals all dressed in blue
All the cake ⢠walking babies from New Orleans clear up to Mobile Bay couldnât raise the green to go poor Albertâs bail

When they heard Big Ben was dead
Them gals all dressed red
All the cake ⢠walking babies from New Orleans clear up to Mobile Bay shook the tambourine and made a mournful wail

Albertâs mama weeps ⢠Albertâs mama moans
Her loving sons ainât coming home

10 } The Hollow Mountain Mail

He kissed her goodbye with a tear in her eye
And he pulled out the station on the Tuesday Twelve ⢠0 ⢠Two
He shot down the rail on that Hollow Mountain Mail
He was bound to make up time heâs overdue

The Longbotham Store isnât there anymore
But it used to sit across from the trestle on Fall Creek
It was there on the bend that the gear bit the end
And the valve in the cab sprung a leak ⢠now sheâs left to moan and weep
Manyâs a wife sad and lonely all her life
Widowed by the Hollow Mountain Mail

Longbothamâs niece heard the airbrakes release
And a breath or two later the train hit the ridge
A smile on his face like heâs saying his grace
When he felt the wheels lift off of the bridge

The talk in the news was just all union dues
And a politician speeching at some whistle stop
But his own dying words ⢠they have never been heard
When he shot the Fall Creek trestle from the top ⢠as he was headed for that drop
He said ⢠Manyâs a wife sad and lonely all her life
Widowed by the Hollow Mountain Mail
Manyâs a man who wonât come back again
Ridden to his maker on a rail

Ten miles of curves on a two mile grade
Was it any wonder what a jump he made?

She still lives today up the line back a ⢠ways
With a son that suits his father right down to the bone
But she knows in her mind as he looks down that line
That sheâs looking at being alone ⢠left to weep and moan
Many mothers and wives sad and lonely all their lives
Widowed by the Hollow Mountain Mail
They've been widowed by the Hollow Mountain Mail

11 } Soon Some Rainy Day

The stars are gonna rearrange ⢠the days are gonna end
Iâm saving me some spare change that Iâm surely gonna spend
Youâre gonna need my help soon some cold rainy day

The winds are gonna change ⢠the ways are gonna mend
Youâre gonna find a stranger where you sorely need a friend
Youâre gonna need my help soon some cold rainy day

Oooooo ⢠that old howling wind will blow
Prowling through your kitchen ⢠mama ⢠growling at your door

The waves are gonna trickle ⢠the tide is gonna slack
You better save that nickel deep down in your nation sack
Youâre gonna need my help soon some cold rainy day

{ repeat bridge & third verse }

12 } The Drunkardâs End

All around the town ⢠boys ⢠all around the town
Timeâs are getting poorly and the rainâs a ⢠pouring down
Listen at the door ⢠donât you hear that sound?
Coming rumbling from somewhere down in the ground
Itâs that old Devil turning âround and âround

Down around the depot ⢠out about the yard
Weatherâs getting poorly and the times are getting hard
Like a coat of paint or a pack of cards
It wouldnât wear so thin if it wasnât stretched so far
Trying to catch a falling star

So tune âem up again ⢠boys ⢠tune âem up again
Hand me my old guitar and weâll pick The Drunkardâs End
Dominicker Duck and that old Cackling Hen
Who can âcall the old ones like we used to way back when?
Who knows when weâll get the chance again?

Peggy O ⢠whereâd the summer go?
Down to Costa Rica where there ainât no ice and snow
Down there where these chilly winds donât blow
Summerâs downward bound ⢠my darling Peggy O

O Peggy dear ⢠whatâs âcome of the year?
Half a loaf of sorry and a cup of bitter cheer
Summerâs gone ⢠winterâs dreadful near
Every day falls short ⢠every night falls like a tear

All about the lane ⢠boys ⢠all about the lane
Canât you see that blue ⢠eyed gal go stepping through the rain
Like a dancer stepping out some old refrain
Sheâs headed to the station for to meet that evening train
Headed to the station for to meet that evening train

13 } The Gulfport Island Line

Down on that Gulfport Island Line where I met that gal of mine
Camping in the cane breaks out among the pine
Down on that Gulfport Island Line where I met that gal of mineâ

I went down to the elephant fair ⢠all the hippopotami were there
Just dancing âround that maypole in their union underwear
A ⢠singing ⢠Shake shake shake it to the east shake it to the west
Shake it to the little girl that shakes the most for less

Down on that Gulfport Island Line where I met that gal of mine
Tearing through the underbrush out among the pine
Down on that Gulfport Island Line where I met that gal of mineâ

Now donât you touch Miss Lula ⢠Iâll tell you the reason why
That galâll cut you with her razor and spit right in your eye
Sheâll carve your spleen and liver ⢠sheâll dare your heart to beat
Sheâll make your backbone quiver with that rhythm in your feet

Now thereâs an aching deep down in my back ⢠a misery in my bones
Please ⢠maâam ⢠please ⢠Iâm a long ways from my home
Down on that Gulfport Island Line where I met that gal of mineâ

Iâm working on the railroad ⢠sleeping in a tent
By the time you get to payday your moneyâs all been spent
When youâre working on that project ⢠sleeping in a shack
By the time you get to payday theyâve got your money back
Down on that Gulfport Island Line where I met that gal of mineâ

Now thereâs a breaking deep down in my heart ⢠Iâm feeling mighty poor
Please ⢠maâam ⢠please ⢠donât drive me from your door
Down on that Gulfport Island Line where I met that gal of mineâ

It takes a good old lady ⢠it takes a good old man
It takes a pretty little thing to shake that southern can
A ⢠singing ⢠Shake shake shake it to the west shake it to the east
Shake it to the little girl that shakes the most for least

Down on that Gulfport Island Line where I met that gal of mine
Swinging from tree to tree out among the pine
Down on that Gulfport Island Line where I met that gal of mineâ

Down on that Gulfport Island Line where I met that gal of mine
Living like a troglodyte out among the pine
Down on that Gulfport Island Line where I met that gal of mineâ

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JOHN MINTON ⢠THE HILLS ARE IN BLOOM

Southern Can CDs SCCD 22211 ⢠release date February 22 ⢠2011

All songs ⢠words & music by John Minton ⢠Monkey Knuckles Music ⢠ASCAP

Recorded at Tempel Recording Studio ⢠Fort Wayne IN ⢠Summer 2010

Engineered by Tom Tempel

Produced by John Minton

Design by Matt Kelley (One Lucky Guitar)

Photos of John by Kim Waldschmidt

Thanks to ⢠The Possum Trot Orchestra { Jon Hartman ⢠Dave Kartholl ⢠Rob Suraci & Susie Suraci } ⢠Linda Minton { PTO Front Office } ⢠Mike Dawson { Cedar Creek Luthiers ⢠Grabill IN } ⢠Tim Hogan & everyone at Wooden Nickel Records ⢠Fort Wayne

Southern Can CDs SCCD 22211
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