The Ballad of the Button Box

05:24
Dublin Gulch
2016
Jim Schulz & Tom Powers

Story

Tom Powers: lead vocals

John Joyner: fiddle

Jim Schulz: harmony vocals, mandolin, guitar

Luke Michelson: upright bass

Mick McCauley: button box accordion

Lyrics

Ballad of the Button Box 

 

I have walked these streets at night when this town was young

The cobblestones, I trod alone to greet the mornin’ sun

Over turf and rocks my button box, I carried to & fro

In Summer’s heat and Autumn sleet and chilly Winter snow

 

CHORUS

The gents and pretty ladies dancin’ round the floor

I’d hear their sighs and pleading cries, “Oh, Johnny, play one more.”

Music is my calling card wherever I may go

I’m John “the Yank” Harrington from County Silver Bow

 

 

My father came from County Cork as did my mother, Kate

They gave to me a legacy of music as my fate

When they passed on, I moved along to live across the sea

A barber shears and button box were all I brought with me

 

CHORUS

 

I have been a fisherman, a thatcher, and a hod

From “Black & Tans,” I never ran while on the Irish Sod

From County Cork to old New York, to build the underground

You can hear me in the tunnels by my bellows’ mighty sound

 

CHORUS

 

I have played accordion for five and ninety years

A century of memories of good friends far and near

But this old son has had his run, my time is ending soon

So, take from me this button box and play another tune

 

CHORUS

And the gents and pretty ladies dancin’ round the floor

I’d hear their sighs and pleading cries, “Oh, Johnny, play one more.”

Music is my calling card wherever I may go

I’m John “the Yank” Harrington from County Silver Bow

And I’ve handed down the heritage to Country Silver Bow