drinking deeply from the cups

I wrote a brief history of the "Cups" song, You're Going to Miss Me, back in May. Vulture has published a much more extensive and quite interesting Comprehensive History of the ‘Cups’ Phenomenon. I recommend looking it over (I had no idea the cups-rythm-to-folk-songs went back so far).

I still love the song. And I still can't hear it without thinking about Dad.  Now he's got mountains, he's got rivers, and he's got sights that would give me shivers. And I sure do miss him now he's gone.



The lyrics, as I think about Dad, in my mind sound like this:

You got your ticket for the long way 'round.
Two bottles of whiskey for the way.
And I sure do miss your sweet company.
We're leaving tomorrow what can we say?

When you're gone (when you're gone)
When you're gone (when you're gone)
I sure do miss you now you're gone.
I miss you by your hair, I miss you everywhere.
I sure do miss you now you're gone.

You got your ticket for the long way 'round.
The one with prettiest of views.
It's got mountains it's got rivers it's got sights that'll give you shivers
And I know now it's prettier with you.

When you're gone (when you're gone)
When you're gone (when you're gone)
I sure do miss you now you're gone.
I miss you all your walks and I miss you all your talks,
I sure do miss you now you're gone.

You got your ticket for the long way 'round.
These feet weren't built to stay too long.
You had to go there on your own,
And we miss you here at home,
And it's for you, Dear, that I sing this song.

When you're gone (when you're gone)
When you're gone (when you're gone)
I sure do miss you now you're gone.
I miss you by your hair, I miss you everywhere.
I sure do miss you now you're gone.

When you're gone (when you're gone)
When you're gone (when you're gone)
I sure do miss you now you're gone.
I miss you all your walks and I miss you all your talks,
I sure do miss you now you're gone.

Those of you who knew Dad hear it too.