2019 SONG OF THE YEAR SEMIFINALIST
THE STORY OF BONNIE and CLYDE - Barbe McMillen
WATERING HOLE - Harry Hewlett
MONAHANS by Randy Overton
I FOUND LOVE by David Lewis
RED YELLOW BLACK AND WHITE - Harry Hewlett
SANTA ALWAYS HIT EAST TEXAS LAST - Don Wall
GONNA LOVE ON YOU - Harry Hewlett
HE LOOKED LIKE WAYLON BUT SOUNDED LIKE CASH - Rickey Gene Wright
I NEVER CRIED - Rio King
MADISON ELIZABETH'S DAY - David Lewis
THE MUSIC WAS A MIRACLE - Alexis Tapp
THOUGHTS OF YOU - Barbe McMillen
WINNER OF BEST SONGS OF THE MEETING
SONG OF THE YEAR
SONG OF THE YEAR
THE STORY OF BONNIE AND CLYDE - Barbe McMillen
VERN DAILEY SONGWRITER OF THE YEAR AWARD - Harry Hewlett
VERN DAILEY SONGWRITER OF THE YEAR AWARD - Harry Hewlett
Jack Allday - judge, Barbe McMillen, Harry Hewlett
The Story of Bonnie and Clyde ©2019 Barbara McMillen
You've heard the story of Jesse James Of how he lived and died
If you're still in need
Of some outlaw deeds
Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde
If you're still in need
Of some outlaw deeds
Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde
Now Bonnie and Clyde and the Barrow gang
Were said to be worth their weight in lead
Oh they’d rob and steal
And those who squealed
Were usually found dying or dead
Well you can’t believe, the fake news
The gang wasn’t so ruthless as that
Their nature was raw
And they hated the law Stool pigeons, spotters, and rats
CHORUS.
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Doodle doodle, what’ll they do? On a wild ride
And they hated the law Stool pigeons, spotters, and rats
CHORUS.
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Doodle doodle, what’ll they do? On a wild ride
Needin’ a place to hide
That’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde
They were called cold, cold-blooded killers
It was said they were heartless and mean
But Bonnie said with pride
That’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde
They were called cold, cold-blooded killers
It was said they were heartless and mean
But Bonnie said with pride
That she once knew Clyde
When he was honest, upright and clean
But the law fooled around, kept taking him down
And locking him up in a cell
Till he said to Bonnie,
"I'll never be free,
So I'll meet a few of ‘em in hell."
A newsboy said, to his associate,
"I wish old Clyde would get jumped
In these awful hard times
We'd make a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped."
CHORUS
OH! Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Doodle doodle, what’ll they do?
On a wild ride
Needin’ a place to hide
That’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde
Some people have suffered, from heart-break
From weariness some people have died
But take it all in all
Our troubles are small
Compared to Bonnie and Clyde.
If a copper was bumped, in Big D
And they have no clue or guide
If they couldn’t find a fiend
They just wiped their slate clean
And blame it on Bonnie and Clyde
When he was honest, upright and clean
But the law fooled around, kept taking him down
And locking him up in a cell
Till he said to Bonnie,
"I'll never be free,
So I'll meet a few of ‘em in hell."
A newsboy said, to his associate,
"I wish old Clyde would get jumped
In these awful hard times
We'd make a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped."
CHORUS
OH! Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Doodle doodle, what’ll they do?
On a wild ride
Needin’ a place to hide
That’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde
Some people have suffered, from heart-break
From weariness some people have died
But take it all in all
Our troubles are small
Compared to Bonnie and Clyde.
If a copper was bumped, in Big D
And they have no clue or guide
If they couldn’t find a fiend
They just wiped their slate clean
And blame it on Bonnie and Clyde
There were two crimes, in the USA
Not credited to the Barrow mob
They had no hand
In the kidnap demand
Nor the Kansas City depot job
CHORUS
OH! Oh yeah, oh yeah
Doodle doodle, what’ll they do?
On a wild ride
Needin’ a place to hide
That’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde
BRIDGE
The Times hadn’t gone to press
With the crime report yet
When Clyde called Bonnie one day
He said, "Don't start any fights
We ain't working nights
We're joining the NRA."
From over in Irving, to West Dallas viaduct
Was known as the Great Divide
Where the women were kin
And the men were men
And they didn’t "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde
If they tried to act, like honest citizens
And rent them a cozy little flat
About the third night
They were invited to fight
By a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat
Not credited to the Barrow mob
They had no hand
In the kidnap demand
Nor the Kansas City depot job
CHORUS
OH! Oh yeah, oh yeah
Doodle doodle, what’ll they do?
On a wild ride
Needin’ a place to hide
That’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde
BRIDGE
The Times hadn’t gone to press
With the crime report yet
When Clyde called Bonnie one day
He said, "Don't start any fights
We ain't working nights
We're joining the NRA."
From over in Irving, to West Dallas viaduct
Was known as the Great Divide
Where the women were kin
And the men were men
And they didn’t "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde
If they tried to act, like honest citizens
And rent them a cozy little flat
About the third night
They were invited to fight
By a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat
They didn't think they were too tough, or desperate,
They knew that the law always wins
They’d been shot at before
But they could not ignore
That death is the wages of sin
CHORUS
OH! Yeah! Oh yeah!
Doodle doodle, what’ll they do?
On a wild ride
Needin’ a place to hide
That’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde
The road was winding, and so dimly lit
There were no highway signs to guide
But they made up their minds
If all roads were blind
They wouldn't give up till they died
The road got dimmer, and dimmer
So dark you could hardly see
But they fight man to man
And do all they can
For they know they can never be free
And in the end, they went down together
But they weren’t buried side by side
To few there was grief
To the law a relief
That’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde
They knew that the law always wins
They’d been shot at before
But they could not ignore
That death is the wages of sin
CHORUS
OH! Yeah! Oh yeah!
Doodle doodle, what’ll they do?
On a wild ride
Needin’ a place to hide
That’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde
The road was winding, and so dimly lit
There were no highway signs to guide
But they made up their minds
If all roads were blind
They wouldn't give up till they died
The road got dimmer, and dimmer
So dark you could hardly see
But they fight man to man
And do all they can
For they know they can never be free
And in the end, they went down together
But they weren’t buried side by side
To few there was grief
To the law a relief
That’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde
Online audio link coming
SONGWRITER OF THE YEAR - HARRY HEWLETT
Michael Brandenberger presenting Harry Hewlett with the Songwriters of The Year Award
JUDGES COMMENTS
JUDGES COMMENTS
FROM: Jack Allday
SUBJ: 2019 Song Critiques
It was a privilege and a pleasure to be chosen to review the 2019 DSA song submissions. Each of the songs I heard had its strengths, and it is encouraging to see so much talent devoted to the very difficult craft of songwriting.
The best submissions this year tended to be what might be called “novelty tunes,” as opposed to the more classical love songs. In reviewing the 32 submissions, I looked for something that was special or stood out in each one: a striking melody, lyric that told a story, a sense of humor, approach that touched on the human condition. The submission receiving the only score of 10 very much told a story, and did so with a lyric that was clever but direct, and offered at a tempo that was a perfect complement to the narrative of the lyrics. The tune receiving nine points dealt with a piece of Americana most of us can relate to, and the tune that scored eight points featured a lyric that was compelling and believable.
Listening to these submissions reminded me of how terribly difficult it is to write a good song, and why so many evergreens are the work of not a single writer, but a team of two collaborators.
Thanks again for allowing me to participate in this important DSA initiative. It was an enjoyable, instructive exercise.
Cordially,
JACK ALLDAY