Nellie's Golden Hair Barry Etris
Barry Etris, Songwriter, singer, artist and more! Most famous for writing "Reuben James" a huge hit for Kenny Rogers & The First Edition. Barry released this haunting ballad on Lowery's 1-2-3 Label in 1974 and later it was recorded by The Kingston Trio. Barry Etris has written many other great tunes and started recording in the late 50's doing rockabilly and later developed his own story telling style. On this video you will see his painting "Romance Of Old Songs." you can find more on Barry Etris on his website, www.barryetris.com please listen and enjoy the story of Nellie's Golden Hair. Here are the words. NELLIE’S GOLDEN HAIR Her daddy was as rough as the teeth in a rusty chain saw, her mama was a hard drinking, leather tough toothless hag. A back water life made pretty things hard to come by, and soft little Nellie was the only pretty thing they had. How I’d love to hear the whippoorwill calling to me, made me feel as wild as a big black grizzly bear. Made me feel as warm as fox fire over black water, to see that Okefenokee moon shining through little Nellie’s golden hair. Nellie was as pretty as an Okefenokee sundown, a barefoot beauty in a faded old cotton dress. Every night Nellie would meet me down by the water, with her tiny heart pounding like a wild thing against my chest. How I’d love to hear the whippoorwill calling to me, made me feel as wild as a big black grizzly bear. Made me feel as warm as fox fire over black water, to see that Okefenokee moon shining through little Nellie’s golden hair. Nellie had a fear of what swamp life could do to beauty, and looking in the mirror her ma’s old face to see, Nellie had a dream of making it to Savannah, so Nellie just laughed when I begged her to marry me. Nellie didn’t see my eyes flashing in the moonlight, Nellie didn’t see me raise my trembling hand. Nellie didn’t feel a thing when she hit the water, Nellie went down and Nellie never rose again. How I love to hear the whippoorwill calling to me, makes me feel as wild as a big black grizzly bear. Makes my heart as cold as swamp fog over the marshes, to see that Okefenokee black water flowing through Nellie’s golden hair.
Barry Etris, Songwriter, singer, artist and more! Most famous for writing "Reuben James" a huge hit for Kenny Rogers & The First Edition. Barry released this haunting ballad on Lowery's 1-2-3 Label in 1974 and later it was recorded by The Kingston Trio. Barry Etris has written many other great tunes and started recording in the late 50's doing rockabilly and later developed his own story telling style. On this video you will see his painting "Romance Of Old Songs." you can find more on Barry Etris on his website, www.barryetris.com please listen and enjoy the story of Nellie's Golden Hair. Here are the words. NELLIE’S GOLDEN HAIR Her daddy was as rough as the teeth in a rusty chain saw, her mama was a hard drinking, leather tough toothless hag. A back water life made pretty things hard to come by, and soft little Nellie was the only pretty thing they had. How I’d love to hear the whippoorwill calling to me, made me feel as wild as a big black grizzly bear. Made me feel as warm as fox fire over black water, to see that Okefenokee moon shining through little Nellie’s golden hair. Nellie was as pretty as an Okefenokee sundown, a barefoot beauty in a faded old cotton dress. Every night Nellie would meet me down by the water, with her tiny heart pounding like a wild thing against my chest. How I’d love to hear the whippoorwill calling to me, made me feel as wild as a big black grizzly bear. Made me feel as warm as fox fire over black water, to see that Okefenokee moon shining through little Nellie’s golden hair. Nellie had a fear of what swamp life could do to beauty, and looking in the mirror her ma’s old face to see, Nellie had a dream of making it to Savannah, so Nellie just laughed when I begged her to marry me. Nellie didn’t see my eyes flashing in the moonlight, Nellie didn’t see me raise my trembling hand. Nellie didn’t feel a thing when she hit the water, Nellie went down and Nellie never rose again. How I love to hear the whippoorwill calling to me, makes me feel as wild as a big black grizzly bear. Makes my heart as cold as swamp fog over the marshes, to see that Okefenokee black water flowing through Nellie’s golden hair.