Catalogue number Charisma (CB 309)
RPM
45
Tracks
Side A: Follow You Follow Me (3:59)
Side B: Ballad of Big (4:50)
Credits
Phil Collins – vocals, drums
Tony Banks – keyboards
Mike Rutherford – guitar, bass guitar
Writers Tony Banks, Phil Collins, Mike Rutherford
Producer David Hentschel and Genesis
Recorded September – October 1977
Lyrics – Follow You Follow Me
Stay with me,
My love I hope you’ll always be
Right here by my side if ever I need you
Oh my love
In your arms,
I feel so safe and so secure
Everyday is such a perfect day to spend
Alone with you
I will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in each passing year
With the dark,
Oh I see so very clearly now
All my fears are drifting by me so slowly now
Fading away
I can say
The night is long but you are here
Close at hand, oh I’m better for the smile you give
And while I live
I will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in each passing year there will be
I will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in each passing year…
Lyrics – Ballad Of Big
Big Jim Cooley commanded respect, whatever he wanted he could get.
The badge on his waistcoat shone in the sun.
It ain’t no lie, Big Jim was feared by everyone.
In the saloon one evening Big took a bet
with a rancher whose name I forget.
He wanted a herd taken over the plain,
He called Jim “yellow”, he’ll never do that again.
He got mad!
He threw his badge on the floor and walked out,
He’s gonna give it a try, he left no doubt.
“Must be mad, must be mad!”
The people wished him well, and good luck.
“Hell, I don’t need it!” He laughed, got on his horse and rode away.
Over on the trail, Jim ‘n’ his crew of five
Were trying their best to keep the cattle alive.
The weather was hard, but so were the men,
Though I don’t think even Jim will try this trip again.
His horses were edgy, sensing trouble ahead,
But the trouble didn’t start till the men were in bed
A-whooping and a-hollering and flashing their knives,
Big Jim and his men were jumped by an all-star Indian tribe.
He was scared, Big Jim was scared.
Alive, they called him lucky, but not today.
Cos he died like all good cowboys with his boots on next to his men.
Big Jim, he still won’t lie down,
For him the bet is still on.
Some say he rides there, cursing still.
Some say they’ve seen him.
Notes:
Released 11th March 1978 reaching number 7 in the UK charts it was in the charts for 13 weeks.
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Thanks to Richard for providing the 7 Inch
