Posted by SR on January 05, 2005
In Reply to: Different drummer posted by Henry on January 05, 2005
: : : : : : I wonder if people in this forum have some good phrases meaning a person is 'on his own'in something .... in a situation that compels self-reliance? Or in a lonley terra incognita? Confronting a mystery or challengeon one's own.
: : : : : : Thanks.
: : : : : It's interesting that this question was posted by "Spark" because it was the character "Sparks" in The Ox-Bow Incident who sang the spiritual "Lonesome Valley" after the lynching. So, when you're on your own, you are "walking the lonesome valley". I can't seem to pin down a website with the exact lyrics that I recall from the movie, but Google finds lots of versions of it.
: : : : "Paddle your own canoe" is traditional.
: : : "Plough a lonely furrow" also. Or, if you want cockney rhyming slang... "all on your Jack", from Jack Jones, who was some sort of singer.
: : How about alone romantically. The Mary Tyler Moore Show. Georgette tells her boyfriend Ted to shape up or: You can play dot-to-dot with your own freckles.
: "If a man does not keep pace with his companions,
: perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away."
: Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
'Walking the lonesome valley' was the chorus to the song Reverend Mr. Black popularized by John Stewart of the Kingston Trio.
Reverend Mr. Black
Writer BILLY EDD WHEELER, JED PETERS
(Spoken) He rode easy in the saddle. He was tall and lean, and at first you'd a-thought nothing but a streak of mean could make a man look so down right strong, but one look in his eyes and you knowed you was wrong. He was a mountain of a man, and I want you to know. He could preach hot hell or freezin' snow. He carried a Bible in a canvas sack and folks just called him The Reverend Mr. Black. He was poor as a beggar, but he rode like a king. Sometimes in the evening, I'd hear him sing:
I gotta walk that lonesome valley. I got to walk it by myself. Oh nobody else can walk it for me. I got to walk it by myself.
You got to walk that lonesome valley. You got to walk it by yourself. Oh nobody else can walk it for you. You got to walk it by yourself.
If ever I could have thought this man in black was soft and had any yellow up his back, I gave that notion up the day a lumberjack came in and it wasn't to pray. Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house door and he cussed everybody up and down the floor! Then, when things got quiet in the place, he walked up and cusses in the preacher's face! He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule and to my way of thinkin' it took a real fool to turn the other face to that lumber jack, but that's what he did, The Reverend Mr. Black. He stood like a rock, a man among men and he let that lumberjack hit him again, and then with a voice as quiet as could be, he cut him down like a big oak tree when he said:
It's been many years since we had to part and I guess I learned his ways by heart. I can still hear his sermon's ring, down in the valley where he used to sing. I followed him, yes, sir, and I don't regret it and I hope I will always be a credit to his memory 'cause I want you to understand. The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man!
I hope this helps!