The Singers Tale – Warm Blood- Crocket California. A slice of Americana. 1972

WARM BLOOD and Crocket and Billy G. McLIN

In the memory of Jon Sagen Billy McLIN xxxx

1. That’s What It Takes (McLintan) – 3:12
2. High Hill Country Rain (J.J. Walker) – 4:04
3. Taxes On The Farmer (Traditional Arr. Ry Cooder) – 2:33
4. All For One (Mack Gayden) – 3:31
5. Ray, Ray, Ray (Bob Wilson, Alan Orange) – 2:52
6. Lost My Faith (In Everything But You) (Ron Cornelius) – 2:36
7. Warm Blood (Lloyd Perata) – 3:57
8. You’re The Only One (Bob Wilson) – 2:32
9. Somebody Sleeping In My Bed (Allen Jones, Bettye Crutcher) – 3:09
10.Southern Boogie (D. Skinner) – 2:43
11.Don’t Want You On My Mind (Bill Withers) – 2:11
12.Wait For Me Down By The River (Bob Johnson) – 2:56

*Carol Grimes  – Vocal
*Ron Cornelius  – Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar
*Mack Gayden  – Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Banjo
*Bob Wilson  – Piano, Organ, Vibraphone, Arrangement
*Tommy Cogbill (Miss-Credited As Codbill)  – Bass
*Kenny Buttrey  – Drums
*Karl Himmel  – Drums
*Roger Ball  – Alto Saxophone, Baritone Saxophone, Brass Arrangement
*Malcome Duncan  – Tenor Saxophone
*Henry Lowther  – Trumpet
*Tommy Eyre  – Organ
*John “Rabbit” Bundrick  – Organ, Background Vocals
*Snazzy Sam Mitchell  – Dobro, Guitar
*Gaspar Lowell  – African Drum, Percussion
*Graham Bell  – Background Vocals, Harp
*Archie Leggit  – Background Vocals
*Jess Roden  – Background Vocals

Album made in Nashville Tennessee

Crocket California

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The only place I ever lived where the only access was down the Bank, over the tracks and into the Shack on the River!

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Crocket California

Jon Sagen.



Snazzy Sam Mitchell  – Dobro, Guitar

With Bob Johnson.

Recording in Nashville. Bob Wilson Piano, Organ, Vibraphone,

Bob Potter and Ron Cornelius  – Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar

Tom Cogbill Bass

Kenny Buttrey Drums.

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Billy G. McCLIN

A Song I wrote for Billy, a dear friend in California. Guitar Mark Hewins.


They hung Billy McClyn on the line

Hung him out to dry.

Billy with a grin

Laughing at the stars.

Howling when the moon was high.

Clinging on to the edge of the sun.

Just out of reach of the fire

They hung him on the line

Hung him out to dry

Hung him on the old high wire.


Billy with a gun.

Billy on the run. 

Billy was a friend of mine.  

Was a friend of mine.


Billy  hung with Chapters of Angels.

He hung with beats in the bay.

Jack Daniels took him through the night,

and a six pack of  Bud for the day.

Steering his old Blue Chevy with one hand.

Rolling skinny reefers with the other.

Wearing black Tee, blue  jeans, bandana.


Cowboy boots and a smile.

 Billy with a gun, 

Billy on the run. 

Billy was a friend of mine. 

Was a friend of mine.


He knew all of the hell holes.

Mad, bad guys were his friends.

Each day was a miracle of odds against,

 fighting the expected ends.

His voice was like a chainsaw,

in The Redwoods on the coast road.  

His face was old before his time.

He’s gone, but I can see him grinning ?

And hanging out to dry?

Billy with a gun, 

Billy on the run 

Billy was a friend of mine. 

Was a friend of mine


He and ma took the boy to a movie

A kids cartoon, my hat

Sex and drugs and rock and roll

They were digging Fritz the Cat.

Mama cooking speed  for dollars

In a trailer park near Fresno.

Pa was gone before Billy was born.

You’re not doing time, you’re doing life my son.


Billy on the run

Billy with a gun.

Billy was a friend of mine.

Was friend of mine.


Billy said he would come to London

And they hung young Billy on the line

‘We’ll tie one on’ he said

‘We’ll eat steak and fries at The Dorchester.

Take tea with the rich and the dead.’ 

He said.

‘Martinis  at The Ritz,’

Drink shots in the Savoy.

We’ll show those fancy dandy boys,

how Billy ain’t no boy, ….’


‘Lets take a stroll down the Mall,’

 he said

‘Say howdy to the Queen .

Ride a Roller down to Brighton.

But Billy took the fast road.

Overtook me on the curve.

Billy died at 29.

Gone out to find the sun? 

Spinning out before his time.

Billy on the run

Billy with a gun

Billy was a friend of mine.


 He didn’t get to London. 

He didn’t see the Queen.

Didn’t wear a white Tuxedo

in a Casino in Park Lane, cock a finger for our dreams.

Billy on the run

Billy with a gun

Billy with a gun

Billy on the run

Billy was a friend of mine.

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