Before the Union Vs. Confederate States Civil War, William Clarke Quantrill had served American society as a horse thief, slave stealer, murderer, and bible school teacher. During the war, he served as a terrorist guerrilla for the Confederacy in Missouri. In August, 1863, he led 450 Confederate raiders (including Frank and Jesse James) across the Missouri border into Kansas to spend the day murdering 150 men and boys in the city of Lawrence. Most of the buildings in Lawrence were burned to the ground during the attack on the town. The song recreated here is a tribute to Quantrill written by an admirer (name unknown) not long after the Lawrence raid.
Genre: Folk Album: default Label: Taped Rugs Productions Credits: Featuring Mental Anguish Open Loops (which originated in a former Confederate state purely by coincidence) as well as guitar, ukulele, vocals, and production by C. Goff III.
Quantrill
All routing and shooting and giving the yell
Like so many demons just raised up from hell
The boys they were drunken with powder and wine
And came to burn Lawrence just over the line
Come all you bold robbers and open your ears
Of Quantrill the lion heart you quickly shall hear
With his band of bold raiders in double quick time
He came to burn Lawrence just over the line
They came to burn Lawrence they came not to stay
They rode in one morn at the break of the day
With guns all a waving and horses all foam
And Quantrill a riding his famous big roan
They came to burn Lawrence they came not to stay
Jim Lane he was up at the break of the day
He saw them a comin and got in the right
He then crawled in a corn crib to get out of sight
Oh Quantrills a fighter a bold hearted boy
A brave man or woman hed never annoy
Hed take from the wealthy and give to the poor
For brave men theres never a bolt to his door
davefuglewicz said, "Very nioe tounge-in-cheek tribute to one of America's evil son. Well done."
buzzsaw said, "And about this time, far away in the Chancellory in Berlin, Wilhelm I was again lost in tears before the amused Otto von Bismarck, inexplicably, it seemed even to his son Frederick again called upon to suppress a shade of shame and curtly ask, "Don't cry, Father." However, the ivory hirsuted Kaiser knew, this track is wondrous and beautiful to the point of moistened eyes. Prima und Toll meinen Freund, sage ich.
Braf von Buzzy"
Mental Anguish said, "Nice piece of musical history & folk art here! Thanks for the loop usage Charles!"
