Here’s the inside story …
Behind David Moody Blues.
Three Jacks
🔥Campfire Trivia
What music genre is Bobby Angel generally known for?
Bobby Angel's musical inspiration is rooted in the trees and the natural world around him. His simple acoustic guitar approach, usually playing without a microphone and primarily singing to the squirrels is the hallmark of his craft. His songs are inspired form and intended to inspire people about nature.
One More Melaleuca (for the Road)
Bobby Angel’s tale of how saving a forest …
Meant cutting down lots of trees.
Bobby Angel’s farewell song to a naturalist who has led the effort to eradicate melaleuca and other exotic invasive plants and animals from south Florida natural areas. Stay on afterwards to hear Bobby Angel riff on comparisons to Bob Dylan, what makes Bob Dylan and Michael Jordan great, why he gave up guitar for 20 years, and why melaleuca is such a scourge.
Higher road
Higher Moral Ground
Words and Music by Bobby Angel
If you took you for a fool, that was your first mistake, because when it came to push and pull, he was a man that wouldn’t break. In a forest so deep that when the tree it fell, nobody heard a sound except for he who stood on the higher moral ground
When the truth was hard to see, he shone out through the cloud. And when it was never meant to be, he’d stand up and walk away proud. In a swamp so deep and a rain so thick, there was no dry land to be found, except for he who stood on the higher moral ground
Where battle lines are drawn, these are places that he seeks, because he’s ready to lose a pawn and not afraid to draw the heat. In a storm so deep with winds so strong they’d already left town, except for he who stood on the higher moral ground
Where words replace the sword, he knows just what to say. And when you win the game, you must be ready to fight the next day. In stakes so high for which mighty they clash to be the king of the mound. He was the last man standing on the higher moral ground
All trails go where they go and pass by things on the side. Some roads are rough indeed. But you’re better off for having tried. In a silence so deep they all held their breath, as he pleaded up to the crown, “I put the trails ontop of the higher moral ground.”
I’ve heard it said before, it boils down to fate. And some doors never open, no matter how long you wait. When the jury was hung and the verdict unsure, he preach out to the crowd, with both feet planted firmly on the higher moral ground
The man who plants the seed, can’t stay to see it grown. And only time will tell the fruit his labor has sown. Where a glacier once ran is a canyon so deep, it’s dizzy to look down …
And that’s where he’ll be standing on the higher moral ground
Higher Moral Ground
🔥Campfire Trivia
What's Buck's biggest topic that he goes back to time and time again?
When Buck Buckner hosts his AM radio program In The Bunker With Buck Buckner, the Bigfoot conspiracy is his biggest topic. With all the eye witness accounts, and he has stacks of them, he wants to know: Where's Bigfoot? And why is everybody so quiet about it?
Playing to win
Three Jacks
Words and Music by Bobby Angel
Motorboats rumbling at the chicki bar, While you coat your throat with alcohol. Feeling real good, you slip into a daze as you turn thru the corners of the mangrove maze. Billy looks back, he is shook to the core ‘cause Tony lost his guts and there’s a man overboard
Because with three jacks you stay when you’re playing cards with your life.
No time to blink. Billy shines down the light
Wings to the wind, there’s smoke in the air. Things don’t seem right, then he spots it over there. The flames they shoot high, they black out the sun. We’ve got business to do that we haven’t begun. Then a cloud burst it blows in real fast. There’s no time to turn Jack says give it some gas
Because with three jacks you stay when you’re playing cards with your life.
There’s no time for the meek when you’re on a fire flight.
Hoofing it by foot across a forest floor. Fire is the wall and there aren’t any doors. He touches the dirt, he puts his hand to the breeze. The crackling that he hears it’s the sound of burning trees. Somebody shouts that it’s jumped cross the line. It never looked good, it’s getting worse all the time
Because with three jacks you stay when you’re playing cards with your life.
There ain’t no rest for the weary boys when there’s a fire to fight
His heart’s for the one wrapped around his ring, His Spade he wears low he ain’t no suicide king, And Diamonds in his eyes when others lose sight: Don’t worry ‘bout Jack cause he’ll be alright. Because when the fire roared he drew a line in the sand, And when the sky fought back he found a way to land, And when Jack sank down he and grabbed Billy’s hand
“I’m OK” Jack said, “Everyone’s safe. Let’s carry on as planned.
Because with three jacks you stay when you’re playing cards with your life.
