Nevada Sounds The Old Fogies' Jukebox Now Playing - Sheldon Stallion A momento of the 2006 roundup at the Sheldon Wildlife Refuge

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Welcome to the Old Fogies' Jukebox. In this section we have MIDI renditions of our original music and songs. The jukebox will take you through R&B, traditional rock, country and new age "odds and ends." The quality of these MIDI sounds depends primarily on your computer's MIDI sound card, but MIDI files are convenient as they are small and fast to download. The jukebox will automatically change from one tune to the next. Please allow time in between songs to load the next song file. Please note that all the music on this site is copyrighted. Feel free to download for your personal pleasure, but if you wish to use any of this material on your own site, we'll permit it if you make sure to include the copyright disclaimer, © The Old Fogies. Thank you and enjoy ... The Old Fogies

Midi files composed using Band-in-a-Box

COUNTRY SONGS

RHYTHM & BLUES

TRAD. ROCK

BAYOU SOUNDS

ODDS AND ENDS

LYRICS SHELDON STALLION Words and music (c) 2006, Willis Lamm I was born one sunny day on the Sheldon Range. The sunlight warmed the grass beneath my feet. We roamed the foothills far and wide as the seasons changed. The streams provided water that was sweet. As I grew up strong and proud I learned ways of survival. The coyote and the cougar let me be. My greatest challenge day to day was fending off a rival. My band and I lived hard but we lived free. Then a helicopter came and our lives changed forever. It chased us from the valleys we all knew. They found us on the open range with no cover whatsoever. So try to run was all that we could do. And one of our smallest foals tried to keep up with the rest. But she could not stay up with the band. She fell be-hind even though she truly gave her best. They left her there to die upon this land. Woe! Woe is me! What have they done to our brothers? How can this be? Oh why can't they see? The young can't keep up with their mothers. Then they shoved us in a pen, where we were packed in tight. And I lost sight of every horse I knew. Some rivals saw each other and they started in to fight. A foal was caught and crushed between the two. Some men on horses came inside and moved us all around. They pushed some of us towards another pen. A big mare spooked and bolted and she knocked me to the ground. I never saw my family band again. What... have we done? What did we do to deserve this? When they're done we'll have no place to run. And our blood spills for their remiss. (Instrumental) Where... will we go? Stuffed in this truck on the highway. When will men see it's best to let the wild things be. Instead of demanding things go their way. I was born one sunny day on the Sheldon Range. The sunlight warmed the grass beneath my feet.

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