TRACK LIST AND REALAUDIO® LINKS
1. Happy Birthday Fats Domino (4:27)
2. Where Did All The Love Go (4:45)
3. Nickles, Dimes and Dollars (3:14)
4. Clash Of Cultures (4:02)
5. Little Town Tramp (5:05)
6. Nobody's Fault But My Own (2:42)
7. Before I Grow Too Old (3:27)
8. Old Mexico (2:46)
9. Rollin' Round Heaven (4:22)
10. When Love Turns To Hate (3:48)
11. Take Back My Country (3:48)
12. You'll Always Live Inside Of Me (4:18)
13. Happy Halloween (4:48)
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Bobby Charles - vocals
Mac Rebennack - Dr. John - piano, b3 organ, wurlitzer
Sonny Landreth - lead guitar
David Hyde - bass
Chris Leblanc - rhythm acoustic guitar
Mike Burch - drums
Mickey Raphael - harmonica
Erica Falls, Lisa Foster, Elaine Foster - background vocals
Jon Cleary - piano #1
Derek Truck - lead guitar #1
Sam Broussard - rhythm acoustic guitar - #1
David Peters - drums #1
Jimmy Webber - trumpet #1
Barney Floyd - trumpet #1
Eric Traub - tenor sax #1
Don Suhor - clarinet #1
Brian O'Neil - trombone #1
| David Egan - piano #3,4
Gerry McGee - lead guitar #2, 7, 8, 12
Keenan Knight - - rhythm acoustic guitar #3,4
Jon Simth - tenor sax #7
Bobby Campo - trumpet #8
Sonny Landreth - background vocals #11
Beth McKee - background vocal #12; voice tag #8
NOTES:
Bobby Charles, the singer-songwriter who penned such hits as Fats Domino's "Walking to New Orleans" and "See You Later Alligator" by Bill Haley and the Comets, died in January. He was 71.
Charles, a Louisiana Cajun whose real name is Robert Charles Guidry, died at his home in Abbeville, La.
Bobby Charles was due to release a new album, "Timeless," this month. Co-produced by Mr. Charles and Rebennack, it contains mostly new songs, and is dedicated to Domino. While recording, "he had lots of energy, and was very productive," Landreth said. Rebennack "had that affect on him."
Mr. Charles saw the final design for the album's artwork, but died weeks before its scheduled Feb. 23 release.
Had he lived, he was unlikely to hit the road to promote his new CD. In recent years, he tended to keep to himself. Most days, he ate alone at an Abbeville seafood joint where the waitress mixed his preferred cocktail -- a Grey Goose martini on the rocks -- as he parked his car.
“I don’t really have anybody,” Mr. Charles said in 2007. “I just don’t have a whole lot in common with the people I went to school with. I still love them as my friends, but I don’t have anything to say to ‘em. They wouldn’t believe half the (stuff) that happened to me anyway.
“But when I get around Mac Rebennack or Fats or somebody like that, then I’m in my world.”
