I jus loved those "korney" jokes from Corfield County.... Sample sales "BR-549"... And Archie Campbell...
This is the transcription of Rindercella as done by Archie Campbell:
The Story of Rindercella
Once apon a time, in a coreign fountry, there lived a very geautiful birl; her name was Rindercella.
Now, Rindercella lived with her mugly other and her two sad bisters. And in this same coreign fountry, there was a very prandsom hince.
Now this prandsom hince was going to have a bancy fall. And he'd invited people from riles amound, especially the pich reople.
Rindercella's mugly other and her two sad blisters went out to buy some drancy fesses to wear to this bancy fall, but Rindercella could not go because all she had to wear were some old rirty dags.
Finally, the night of the bancy fall arrived and Rindercella couldn't go. So she just cat down and scried. She was a kitten there a scrien, when all at once there appeared before her, her gairy fodmother.
And she touched her with her wagic mand ... and there appeared before her, a cig boach and hix white sorces to take her to the bancy fall.
But now she said to Rindercella, "Rindercella, you must be home before nidmight, or I'll purn you into a tumpkin!"
When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, the prandsom hince met her at the door because he had been watchin' behind a woden hindow.
And Rindercella and the prandsom hince nanced all dight until nidmight...and they lell in fove.
And finally, the mid clock struck night.
So Rindercella staced down the rairs, and just as she beached the rottom, she slopped her dripper!
The next day, the prandsom hince went all over the coreign fountry looking for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper.
Finally he came to Rindercella's house.
He tried it on Rendercella's mugly other ... and it fidn't dit.
Then he tried it on her two sigly usters ... and it fidn't dit.
Then he tried it on Rindercella ... and it fid dit.
It was exactly the sight rize!
So they were married and lived heverly ever hapwards.
Now, the storal of the mory is this:
If you ever go to a bancy fall and want to have a pransom hince loll in fove with you, don't forget to slop your dripper!
Ok... How's about "The Cockfight"...
THE COCKFIGHT
(F. Blalock / M. Kelton)
Archie Campbell - 1966
Fowler's the name, Stew Fowler!
I'm a rooster.
Fightin's my racket
Cock fightin'
I came all the way from Texas across the burnin' sand
To wet my feathers in the Rio Grande
I've hobbled for miles through Mexico
I've come to kill a big rooster called Rojo
(Doin' it all for chicken feed)
For a country red, Rojo's wild
His fame is spread for many a mile
The hens all cackle when Rojo's around
But Stew Fowler's here to put Big Red down
(I'll give them chickens somethin' to cackle about!)
It's mid afternoon as I stand in the street
Of this Spanish town called Los Leghorn's Retreat
At the end of the row a cantina stands
(Ain't nothin' but a chicken coop)
It's plainly the haunt of an outlaw band
The sign in the front reads
La Grande de Nesto
And it's there I know
I'll find my foe, the fabled Rojo
(I can hear fowl languageComin' out of that honky tonk)
I strut down the street, the cock of the walk
I crow for Big Red to come out and talk Through the swingin' doors
Of the Grande de Nesto
His head erect
And his tail feathers low, steps Rojo!
(I can tell he's a really bad egg)
His spurs are long and his eyes are green
An uglier cock I've never seen
He learned to be tough while he's in the pen
But I know his weakness.....hens and gin
Then out of that honky tonk and up to Rojo's side
Steps the prettiest little dance hall cackler in the West
Bluesie Nuster, the southern fried feather duster
(Gosh she's pretty. I'd like to run my hands through that red comb of hers)
Rojo comes at me in a long lanky run
Some people gather round to watch the fun
(You know, people are the strangest chickens)
Bird to bird and beak to beak
I face Rojo, and my heart gets weak
I crow and strut and I jump about
And then I take off and I run
'Cause I done chickened out!
This is the transcription of Rindercella as done by Archie Campbell:
The Story of Rindercella
Once apon a time, in a coreign fountry, there lived a very geautiful birl; her name was Rindercella.
Now, Rindercella lived with her mugly other and her two sad bisters. And in this same coreign fountry, there was a very prandsom hince.
Now this prandsom hince was going to have a bancy fall. And he'd invited people from riles amound, especially the pich reople.
Rindercella's mugly other and her two sad blisters went out to buy some drancy fesses to wear to this bancy fall, but Rindercella could not go because all she had to wear were some old rirty dags.
Finally, the night of the bancy fall arrived and Rindercella couldn't go. So she just cat down and scried. She was a kitten there a scrien, when all at once there appeared before her, her gairy fodmother.
And she touched her with her wagic mand ... and there appeared before her, a cig boach and hix white sorces to take her to the bancy fall.
But now she said to Rindercella, "Rindercella, you must be home before nidmight, or I'll purn you into a tumpkin!"
When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, the prandsom hince met her at the door because he had been watchin' behind a woden hindow.
And Rindercella and the prandsom hince nanced all dight until nidmight...and they lell in fove.
And finally, the mid clock struck night.
So Rindercella staced down the rairs, and just as she beached the rottom, she slopped her dripper!
The next day, the prandsom hince went all over the coreign fountry looking for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper.
Finally he came to Rindercella's house.
He tried it on Rendercella's mugly other ... and it fidn't dit.
Then he tried it on her two sigly usters ... and it fidn't dit.
Then he tried it on Rindercella ... and it fid dit.
It was exactly the sight rize!
So they were married and lived heverly ever hapwards.
Now, the storal of the mory is this:
If you ever go to a bancy fall and want to have a pransom hince loll in fove with you, don't forget to slop your dripper!
Ok... How's about "The Cockfight"...
THE COCKFIGHT
(F. Blalock / M. Kelton)
Archie Campbell - 1966
Fowler's the name, Stew Fowler!
I'm a rooster.
Fightin's my racket
Cock fightin'
I came all the way from Texas across the burnin' sand
To wet my feathers in the Rio Grande
I've hobbled for miles through Mexico
I've come to kill a big rooster called Rojo
(Doin' it all for chicken feed)
For a country red, Rojo's wild
His fame is spread for many a mile
The hens all cackle when Rojo's around
But Stew Fowler's here to put Big Red down
(I'll give them chickens somethin' to cackle about!)
It's mid afternoon as I stand in the street
Of this Spanish town called Los Leghorn's Retreat
At the end of the row a cantina stands
(Ain't nothin' but a chicken coop)
It's plainly the haunt of an outlaw band
The sign in the front reads
La Grande de Nesto
And it's there I know
I'll find my foe, the fabled Rojo
(I can hear fowl languageComin' out of that honky tonk)
I strut down the street, the cock of the walk
I crow for Big Red to come out and talk Through the swingin' doors
Of the Grande de Nesto
His head erect
And his tail feathers low, steps Rojo!
(I can tell he's a really bad egg)
His spurs are long and his eyes are green
An uglier cock I've never seen
He learned to be tough while he's in the pen
But I know his weakness.....hens and gin
Then out of that honky tonk and up to Rojo's side
Steps the prettiest little dance hall cackler in the West
Bluesie Nuster, the southern fried feather duster
(Gosh she's pretty. I'd like to run my hands through that red comb of hers)
Rojo comes at me in a long lanky run
Some people gather round to watch the fun
(You know, people are the strangest chickens)
Bird to bird and beak to beak
I face Rojo, and my heart gets weak
I crow and strut and I jump about
And then I take off and I run
'Cause I done chickened out!
Semper Fidelis
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