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Quaran’tunes was filmed on the traditional lands of the Boonwurrung and Woiwurrung people of the Kulin, and we pay respects to their Ancestors and Elders, past, present and emerging.

 

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Live from Hutterer Hall, this is Quaran’tunes, the Kindred Sessions. Did someone say fingerpicking? Yep, prepare to get old timey with the Blue Creek Boys.

 

Blue Creek Boys perform the song Kentucky.

 

Kentucky you are the dearest land outside of Heaven to me

Kentucky your laurels and your red bud trees

When I die I want to rest upon your graceful mountain so high

Kentucky that is where God will look for me

Kentucky I miss the voices singing in the silvery moonlight

Kentucky I miss the hound dog chasing coon

I know that my mother dad & sweetheart all are waiting for me

Kentucky I will be coming soon

 

Kentucky you are the dearest land outside of Heaven to me

Kentucky I will be coming soon

 

Band member

All right. Thanks folks. Well, we’ve been Tom and Jerry. And now we’re the Blue Creek Boys. We had a bit of a name change because of a certain litigation matter with a certain animated cat and mouse team. But we are here to play tunes for you. We’re all in isolation. It’s 2020. This is Build Me a Cabin, a little gospel number.

 

Blue Creek Boys perform Build Me a Cabin

 

Many years I've been lookin' for a place to call home

But I've failed here to find it, so I must travel on

I don't care for fine mansions on earth's sinkin' sand

Lord, build me a cabin in the corner of Gloryland

Yes, build me just a cabin in the corner of Gloryland

In the shade of the Tree of Life that it may ever stand

Where I can just hear the angels sing, and shake Jesus' hand

Lord, build me a cabin in the corner of Gloryland (land)

Blessed Lord, I'm not askin' to live in this midst

For I know I'm not worthy of such splendor as this

But I'm askin' for mercy while humbly I stand

Lord, build me a cabin in the corner of Gloryland

Ya build me a cabin in the corner of Gloryland

In the shade of the Tree of Life

That it may ever stand

For I can just hear the angels sing

And safety's at hand

Lord build me a cabin in the corner of Gloryland

How many many dear loved ones who have gone on their way

On that great final mornin', shall I hear them say

Come and join in our singin' and play in our band

Lord, build me a cabin in the corner of Gloryland

Yes build me a cabin in the corner of Gloryland

In the shade of the Tree of Life

That it may ever stand

For I can just hear the angels sing

And safety's at hand

Lord, build me a cabin the corner of Gloryland

 

Band member

All right. Thank you everyone. What are we gonna do now Jermey?

 

A little Milwaukee blues. Swap the guitars around. Is this a Charlie Puller number, first recorded in 1926. So almost a hundred years old now.

 

Amazing. This is one of the first ones we ever did.

 

And we met at this institution. No we didn’t. But we both studied here at different times.

 

So we are putting our education to the test.

 

All right. This is a very precisely timed set as well. So we’ve gotta put a limit on the banter.

 

Okay, here we go.

 

Blue Creek Boys perform their Milwaukee blues number.

 

Band membes:

Oh man, it is good to play music again.

 

It is, we were isolated for a while, so we had to virtually practice. It’s just not the same.

 

So we are happy to be playing here right now. And we’re going to play a couple more mandolin guitar tunes. This one we got from the Louvin brother. It’s called Let Her Go.

 

Blue Creek Boys perform Let Her Go.

Let Her Go, God Bless Her

Let her go, let her go, God bless her

She's mine everywhere she may be

She may ramble this wide world all over

But she'll never find a friend like me

 

I went to church last Sunday

I saw my old love there

And I knew her mind was a'changin'

From the way that she done up her hair

 

I'm going to the races

To see my pony run

And if I win any green back

We're surely gonna have some fun

 

Sometimes I live in the country

Sometimes I live up town

But sometimes I take a great notion

 

Band members

We were trying to get this one up for a nice Mothers Day present, but we didn’t quite make it. But we’ll do it for you now. This is The Sweetest Gift and we will play it for you now, that’s what we’ll do.

 

Slow it down, everyone get their lighters out.

 

Here we go. 1,2,3.

 

Blue Creek Boys perform The Sweetest Gift

 

One day a mother went to a prison

To see an erring but precious son

She told the warden how much she loved him

It did not matter what he had done

She did not bring to him a parole or pardon

She brought no silver, no pomp or style

It was a halo bright sent down from heaven's light

The sweetest gift, a mother's smile

She left a smile you can remember

She's gone to heaven from heartaches free

Those walls around you could never change her

You were her baby and e'er will be

She did not bring to him a parole or pardon

She brought no silver, no pomp or style

It was a halo bright sent down from heaven's light

The sweetest gift, a mother's smile

She did not bring to him a parole or pardon

She brought no silver, no pomp or style

It was a halo bright sent down from heaven's light

The sweetest gift, a mother's smile

The sweetest gift, a mother's smile

 

Band members

 

All right, here we go. Fiddle is all tuned up. Rising the bow. Here we go. 1,2,3.

 

Blue Creek Boys perform Hand me Down my Walking Cane

 

I got high, Lord, I got in jail

Well, I got high and I got in jail

I got high and I got in jail, had nobody for to go my bail

My sins, they have overtaken me

 

Hand me down my walking cane

Lord, hand me down my walking cane

Hand me down my walking cane

I'm a-gonna leave on the morning train

My sins, they have overtaken me

 

Well, the beans are tough, Lord, the meat was fat

Yes, the beans are tough, and the meat was fat

Oh, the beans was tough and the meat was fat

Oh good God, I couldn't eat that

My sins, they have overtaken me

 

It's a-come on Ma, just to go my bail

Lord, come on Mom, and go my bail

Come on Mama and go my bail

Get me outta this Nashville jail

My sins, they have overtaken me

 

Well, if I die in Tennessee

Lord, if I die in Tennessee

Oh, if I die in Tennessee

Ship me back by C.O.D.

My sins, they have overtaken me

 

Hand me down my bottle a' corn

Oh, hand me down that bottle a' corn

Oh, hand me down my bottle a' corn

Gonna get drunk as sure you're born

My sins, they have overtaken me

 

Band members

 

Crank it up. This is a barn burner. Gonna burn down a few barns with this one.

 

Blue Creek Boys perform Barn Burner

 

Band members

 

What can I say about this tune? This is a… there is a lot of murder ballads in this genre. And this is a suicide ballad. Pretty sad song, but that’s life. Here it is, Katie Dear.

 

Blue Creek Boys perform Katie Dear

 

Oh Katie dear go ask your mother
If you can be a bride of mine
If she says yes come back and tell me
If she says no we'll run away

Oh Willie dear there's no use in asking
She's in her room a takin' rest
And by her side is a silver dagger
To slay the one that I love best

Oh Katie dear go ask your father
If you can be a bride of mine
If he says yes come back and tell me
If he says no we'll run away

Oh Willie dear, there's no need in asking
He's in his room a taking rest
And by his side is a golden dagger
To slay the one that I love best

Then he picked up that golden dagger
And stove it through his troubled heart
Saying goodbye Katie goodbye darling
At last the time has come to part

Then she picked up that bloody dagger
And stove it through her lily-white breast
Saying goodbye papa goodbye mama
I'll die with the one that I love best

 

Band members

Thank you very much, time has nearly come for us to part. And thank you very much for having us here. It’s really nice to be back at VU. And this one is a bit quicker again. Jeremy is going to play the banjo. Jon Hardy. All right, let’s warm up the banjo fingers. 1,2.

 

Blue Creek Boys play John Hardy Was a Desperate Man

 

John Hardy was a desperate little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot down a man on that West Virginia line
You ought a seen John Hardy getting away
You ought to seen John Hardy getting away

John Hardy stood in that old barroom
So drunk that he could not see
And a man walked up and took him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me

John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
The tears running down from his eyes
He said I've been the death of many a poor boy
But my six-shooters never told a lie
No, my six-shooters never told a lie

The first one to visit John Hardy in his cell
Was a little girl dressed in blue
She came down to that old jail cell
She said Johnny, I've been true to you God knows
Johnny, I've been true to you

The next one to Visit John Hardy in his cell
Was a little girl dressed in red
She come down to that old jail cell
She said, Johnny, I had rather see you dead
Well, Johnny, I had rather see you dead

I've been to the East and I've been to the West
I've traveled this wide world around
I've been to that river and I've been baptized
So take me to my burying ground
So take me to my burying ground

John Hardy was a desperate little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot down a man on the West Virginia line
You ought to seen old John Hardy getting away
You ought to seen old John Hardy getting away

 

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vu.edu.au/music-agency

 

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The VU Music Agency represents a diverse range of contemporary acts from the acclaimed music courses at Victoria University.

 

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