Weekend Music
I don't know why, but almost every morning this week I've discovered that this song is running through my head as I'm getting ready for work. Something is triggering it–maybe something to do with walking the dogs to the bay–but I don't notice what, I just suddenly realize that it's there. It was on the radio back in the '70s, and I thought it was great, though maybe that was because it was so much better than most of the other stuff. But still, that one verse is magnificent:
She walked through the corn leading down to the river
Her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun
She took all the love that a poor boy could give her
And left me to die like a fox on the run
I had always assumed Tom T. Hall wrote it, since he was known as a writer as much as a performer, and was astonished–the word is justified–to learn that it was written by an Englishman and originally recorded by…Manfred Mann? Yes, Manfred Mann.
I like Tom T. Hall's version much better; it even tweaks the tune and the lyric a bit, and to my taste improves them–the fall is not The Fall, but the speaker's own recapitulation of it. And the tune somehow has a bit more urgency. It was a stroke of genius on someone's part to rework it as a bluegrass tune.
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