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Like Lookout Mountain, Wheaton is a place I got to know well enough to write a few verses about it, with more to come. Also like the Lookout Mountain song, don't look for good writing here, just good memories. Two songs are on this page. The first is a tongue-in-cheek adaptation of Marc Cohn's Walkin' In Memphis. The second one is an adaptation of my own song, Lookout Mountain. Now for a little Wheaton history and culture:
Walkin' in Wheaton
Put on my gospel shoes and I Boarded the train Got off at College Avenue In the middle of the pouring rain Jonathan C. Blanchard Won't you look down over me Yeah I used to be a student here Now I'm back as a boy can be
Chorus: Walkin' in Wheaton Walkin' with my feet ten feet off the ground Walkin' in Wheaton How I love to hear that holy sound (It's got to be my favorite college town)
Saw the bust of Edman In the chapel lobby there Rubbed his nose and made three wishes As the students stopped and stared Now security they did not see me And I'll be leaving the campus soon But there's a pretty little thing Always practicing In a conservatory room
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They've got thunder in the stadium They've got gospel in the air Billy Graham be glad to see you When you haven't got a prayer But boy you've got a prayer in Wheaton
Kent Hughes holds a service Every Sunday at the College Church And they brought me down to see him And asked me to go first And preach a little sermon And I prayed with all my might He said, "Are you an evangelical?" And I said, "Man, I am tonight!"
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Put on my gospel shoes and I Boarded the train Got off at College Avenue In the middle of the pouring rain
Got off at College Avenue In the middle of the pouring rain
7-20-2004 adaptation of Marc Cohn's Walkin in Memphis words (c)2004 Randy York / Dancing Lawn Music
Wheaton
v.34 ©2005 Randy York / Dancing Lawn Music
Chorus:
If you’ve never lived in Wheaton
You’ve never really lived
It’s a place that feeds your body, mind, and soul
A small town known to millions
A gift that always gives
Wheaton is a perfect place to go
From Jonathan C. Blanchard
To folks all over town
The cause of freedom burned in every heart
Links along a railroad
Hidden underground
That ran before the Union broke apart
I spent my first Sunday there
With Coach Coray and his wife
I was new, and I was young, and I was nervous
But they put me at my ease
With the way they lived their life
And took me down to College Church for the service
Merrill Tenney kept his office door
Open to us all
He loved to talk, and time was not an object
You could pick the topic
You could make the call
But you’d better be a master of the subject
Bob Webber’s love of worship
Made me glad I got to go (with him)
On his first trip to the Holy Land
From Armenian to Orthodox
He was always in the know
And acted like a kid at Disneyland
There was a southern gentleman
From northeast Tennessee
Clyde Kilby was the keeper of the treasures
And if it had to do with Narnia
He directed it to me
Answering those letters was my greatest pleasure
Went out with Noel Stookey
To the Stone Cottage Pub
We were ankle deep in peanut shells
From the origins of music
To the fountainhead of love
What speaks is more important than what sells
Ken Taylor was a friend
With a lot of books to sell
And graced our wedding day with his presence
He paraphrased the Word
And lost his voice as well
But he always kept the writing true to the essence
I knew Tim Botts from Tyndale
Art was his domain
He helped me to produce an album cover
He poured his passion into it
But refused to sign his name
To what an evangelical would never show his mother
The Johnsons were like family
When they had me in their home
I’m grateful I could count them as my friends
And for the memories made in Jerusalem
In Athens and in Rome
The one I miss the very most is Lynn
Bob Dixon was indelible
On the memories of us all
Strapping red nose whistles on his head
Bob Dixon was incredible
To go to Texas after all
And leave us in the Big Onion instead
(Oh Susannah, don’t you cry for me)
When 1976 came by
I still looked like a Yippie
From the days of rage in 1968
So the Reagan camp recruited me
To be their token hippie
In the window out on Front Street on display
The DuPage GOP gets
The wacky welcome mat award
Don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse
When Congressman John Erlenborn
Welcomed Jerry Ford
To the garden spot of the universe
The first time I saw Alabama
Was the DuPage County Fair
They wowed the crowed and climbed right up the charts
The last time that I fell in love
Thanksgiving was in the air
And a Wheaton girl had captured my heart
If you’re looking for exotic
In that landscape you will lose
The DuPage River ain’t the River Ganges
But if you’re looking for some pizza
There’s plenty you can choose
Jolly Six Pence, Yorkshire Pub, and Don & Angies
Go see Mrs. Belushi
Down at G&G
Picking up some Vicks and nasal spray
Or pastor Ivan York
At Wheaton EV Free
Picking up some prayers along the way
Skate in the winter, swim in the summer
Head over to Northside Park
And maybe catch some crayfish in the creek
When you’re having fun, it’s really a bummer
When it starts getting dark
And you’ve gotta get home before your mother starts to shriek
There’s a nightmare down on Elm Street
And a hardware store on Main
Where you could go and see Chico the monkey
Or down at Wheaton College
You could be entertained
By Perry Mastodon looking pretty funky
It was at Wheaton College
That I saw my first streaker
Assault the staid and strike a blow for youth
It was at Wheaton College
I first saw Rich and Beaker
Assault the jaded soul with simple truth
These days I have my bank account
At J.P. Morgan Chase
Keeping track of who they are is half the fun
Since my first deposit
Names have changed and been replaced
Gary Wheaton, First Chicago, and Bank One
Fine dining in the ‘70s
Included Round the Clock
Cock Robin, Seven Dwarfs, and Golden Bear
The Saga of the college
Was legendary schlock
Sending many off in search of better fare
The Wheaton Restaurant
Has since become Muldoon’s
Sav-O-Rama now is Wilton Manor
I have not seen the college dorms
Since I vacated those rooms
But even then I’m sure they beat the slammer
Kay found work at Golden Bear
Slavic Gospel and at Map
She did it all, and nothing could defeat her
By the time that I came courting
Grading papers was a snap
And Wheaton Christian had an English teacher
Stu Hackett taught Philosophy
And was a fan of Johnny Cash
A lifesize poster of the man adorned his door
Stu Hackett’s band, The Nashville West
Was a DuPage County smash
That always left us hollering for more
Whether music was your hobby
Or music was your work
Or music was your door to the hereafter
All the real musicians
Knew Jack and Edna Burke
And their little music store packed to the rafters
Music also came from
P.F. Flyer and the Sneaks
Eastman, Katterjohn, and Phil Madeira
I would play for fun
Steve Camp would play for keeps
In the A&W Rootbeer Stand Band era
Aslyn played a concert
For their hometown fans
So Leigh Winchell and I rented Wheaton North
Security was so well done
A Wheaton PD man
Tried to get us both to join the force
The A in Aslyn always stood
For "Always in demand"
Chris Christiansen, Brad Nelson, and Dan Goff
Roy Boy, Reif, and Barry
And Del made up the band
Sound by Dean who lived upstairs at Hannerhoff
Aslyn rocked the kids at Taylor
Serenaded Kimball Street
Paid the Piper and then went on down the line
The road went ever on and on
But they never missed a beat
When their music echoed once upon a time
(A rock & roll band from way back when
You'd remember them well if you lived back then)
Wheaton is a peaceful town
There almost is no crime
Just some speeders here and there to stop
But Bernie Williams loved to
Talk to people all the time
So he finally became a Wheaton cop
Gene Frost coached the soccer team
And knew them all by name
Todd Beamer answered when he called the roll
So who knew that America
Would never be the same
When Todd’s words echoed through this land: “Let’s roll”
These days Peter Roskam
Is running circles ‘round us all
Conservatism is his path to progress
Today he turned the high beams on
Answering the call
And tossed his hat into the ring for Congress
From Leanne Payne to Lyle Dorsett
To Carla Waterman
Mario, Nancy, Phil, and Mark & Val
There’s not a friendship I regret
No, there’s not a one
I loved them then, and I still love them now
The sun’s the same in Wheaton
As it is in Tennessee
The moon and stars at night are shining down
The sunset in the west
Makes it sometimes hard to see
But the sunrise makes it hard to wear a frown
Lanes to Naperville
Have grown from two to four
Town Square Wheaton was once an open field
Little Calvary Chapel
Was once the Open Door
And many things now open once were sealed
Tyndale House and Crossway
Billy Graham and Wheaton College
A hundred churches and a million hymns
You can go to heaven
Certain in the knowledge
Wheaton is the new Jerusalem
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