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The Song Mexico and the confrontation with the Federales

The song Mexico may still be around but the real story is the drunken confrontation between me and my friend Jim O’Connor and the Federales outside of Monterey Mexico. They wouldn’t let us pass and I was waving my American passport around yelling obscenities and Jim was trying to calm things down. Things were getting dicey. These Federales were a couple of rough looking hombres. I remember the uniforms were frayed. I think we were lucky to get out of there alive. I didn’t put this part in the song – the song was pure fiction. Looking back maybe I should have…

TVZ & FB The Guitar Trade

Posted on April 7, 2016 with 0 comments
Townes Van Zandt & Frenchy Burrito - The Guitar Trade.

While Frenchy was visiting Townes Van Zandt at his cabin in Franklin TN outside of Nashville Townes liked FB’s guitar so much he wanted to do a trade – So, Frenchy swapped his Gibson B-25 for Townes’ Martin D-45 (The Martin had a warped neck) That didn’t seem like such a fair trade so they swapped guitars back before Frenchy headed back to Pittsburgh…

You know what they say: “The dust that Pancho bit down south ended up in Lefty’s mouth”

Remembering Dennis

Posted on December 26, 2015 with 0 comments
I recently learned that my old friend Dennis Harris had passed away. I first met Dennis way back in the early 70’s in Evanston, IL. He was hanging out on a park bench every day reading books, like it was his living room. It wasn’t long after we met that he was sharing my apartment on Dempster Ave with me and my brother Joe. At the time, I was bouncing back and forth between Chicago and Pittsburgh to visit my girlfriend, and finally I just moved to Pittsburgh. Dennis soon followed. He was staying with me at my house on LeClair Street, sharing space with another singer/songwriter friend of mine Rodd Willings who was living in my basement at the time. Fast forward some more and we were all working at Heads Together, which was a vinyl album superstore, head shop & waterbed store (hey, it was the 70’s!) It was from there that Dennis made the connection to Handleman. In between all this, Townes Van Zandt, who had been gigging at my friend Richard Harding’s Quiet Night Club in Chicago, [...]
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Father Time

Posted on October 17, 2015 with 0 comments
Father Time

The old man sits on the corner
Trying to figure it out
Father time and too much wine
Robbed him of his youth

Hobos don’ have homes
And always wear old shoes
Stand in soup kitchens lines
With the solitary blues

And it’s candy for the children
Wine for the bums
School bells ring in the afternoon
Remind him of his chums

Mabel, Mabel, Mabel
How could it com to this
I still remember you
And long for your loving kiss

Memories find lined paper
Leaking from my pen
Coffee from a paper cup
Alone in the morning again

And it’s candy for the children
Wine for the bums
School bells ring in the afternoon
Remind him of his chums

Written by: Frenchy Burrito
Copyright and Published 1977 & 2015
Red Banana Music BMI

WHAT AM I DOING HERE

Posted on October 16, 2015 with 0 comments
WHAT AM I DOING HERE

Man rides on a streetcar
In the early evening sun
Staring through the window
He’s a lookin for no one

Cause the streets are made of stone
And they offer him no home
So he steps inside a bar
And he orders up a beer

What am I doing here?

Standing at the edge of town
Staring at the highway there
If only he could leave
Then he’d lose all his cares

Cause his days have taken a turn
And the woman in his life
Has become another’s wife

What am I doing here?

Huddled in a doorway
Covered with the papers warm
To spend another evening
To weather out the storm

Cause this whole damn world
Doesn’t really care
For a man who belongs nowhere

What am I doing here?

Man rides on a streetcar
In the early morning sun
Staring through the window
He’s a lookin for no one

Cause the streets are made of stone
And they offer him no home
So he steps inside a bar
And he orders up a beer

What am I doing here?



Written by Frenchy Burrito 1972


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