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Isaac Wilson and
The Sunshine Express Band
This group of dedicated Bluegrass and Gospel pickers and grinners>
have been together for several years.
We have regular programs at Four different
Nursing Home Facilities in our area.
We do play at other charitable benifits
sometimes we can get a free meal!,
But our commited Ministry is at the Nursing Homes.
This We enjoy, A simple Smile, or kind jester from a resident
is worth more to us than anything Money can buy.
As you may guess from picture above, We are not spring chicks,
and we don't know a lot of this modern so-called
new wave style of music, Neither do we promote it,
But Hey, We still respect your view of preferences.
Now if some of these song titles below turn you on,
Then you have come to the right place.
Listen to more Example Midis at Bottom of Page
Tunes of the ages
Ole Joe Clark, Black Mountain Rag,
Coon on The Rail, Pecock Rag,
Take me back to Tulsa, Battle of New Orleens. etc.
The Singers Choice
What a Friend we have in Jesus (The opening Ode)
I Call it Home, Christ is my Sunshine,
Blue eyes crying in the Rain, Where could I go but to the Lord
Will the Circle be Unbroken, Ole Country Church,
I saw the Master this Morning, Dreaming,
Cheating Heart, Green Green Grass of Home,
Great Speckled Bird, Keep your Eyes on Jesus, etc.
The Nursing Home
"How can you work here?" My friend says,
"It's sad and so depressing,"
"Not to me!" I answered firm;
"Each one's a special blessing."
"But they are old and mostly sick,"
Came the quick reply.
"So, They need me all the more,"
I answered with a sigh.
How can I make them understand
As I make my round,
For every ounce of love I give,
They return it with a pound.
I often wonder as I watch
The different way they act;
When I have reached that stage of life,
What Graces will I lack?
This wondrous gift God gave to me,
To minister to the old.
Brings with it times of sadness,
But also brings so many Joys untold.
The Guitar Blues (talking)
If you wont to get in trouble let me tell you how to do it
Get you a Guitar and then you are into it
You'll play all day and you'll play all night;
Your Folk's say you'll never learn to play it right,
Fussing, Griping, wont let you practice.
I bought my Guitar about a year ago,
The man said I could learn to play in a week or so
Give me a Book and a pick or two, Said now my boy it's left up to you,
The dirty Dog! Wish i could see him now, Cost me $4.95
For weeks and weeks i labored hard,
trying to find just one more chord.
The book said it was easy as the A.B.C.s
but Oh these fingers was killing me,
Got sore right on the ends, Could'nt press down the strings.
I played that Guitar with all my might,
Saw Ma's hair turning white.
Her face was lined with discontent,
Said her patience was almost spent,
Said her ears was ringing, felt nervious, wanted to scream
My sister took it worst of all,
She got married that coming fall,
She says for Love, but I have my doubts,
I think my Guitar chased her out,
She's a Game girl, Wont admit it though, Real Cool.
My Father took it in a different way,
Said you may turn your Ma's hair grey,
And run your sister from home, But Son!
Me or you one is gonna have to roam,
And I ain't leaving, Never intend to,
Figure that one out for yourself.
Never-the-less I had spent my dough,
I could'nt let it go to waste you know,
So I took my Guitar, Book and all,
Went to Nashville, where I could stand Tall,
Got me a big Hat, Re-painted my Guitar, Looks like a D-18.
I played for a party they were quite as a mouse.
They said if I'd play they would give me the house.
Well I played all night and half of the day,
They said "come here boy" Take it away, Kept their word,
Give me a house, One Brick at a time, Chased me plum out of town.
Next morming, with my Guitar on my back,
I headed down the railroad tracks;
I Jumped on a long freight train,
To search the world for my share of Fame,
All I found was Heartaches,
Hardship and Hand-outs....
Would someone please pass the offering plate?
3 members JAM downtown Mountain View, AR
Another Jam at Cypress Creek Park.
Now Playing
Away Down Yonder
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