Back in the late 70s/early 80s there was an Adelaide rock band called The Fabulaires. They had developed quite a following and things were beginning to take off for them. Their singer was a beautiful young woman called Jo Moore. She had a wonderful voice and a great stage presence. One night on the way back from playing a gig in the country she and her partner and band guitarist Michael were hit by a truck. Jo was asleep on the back seat and died instantly. Michael and Jo were good friends. I think you’d like the song Jo. I still sing it sometimes but I have to pick the right moment. I must record it one day. (Done - 28/7/21!)
BALLAD OF
JO MOORE
Is it
strange to be sitting around
Late at
night when the sun’s gone down
Thinkin’ of
someone who lives no more?
And that was
her name – Jo Moore
I hope you
don’t mind Jo if I sing this song
About the
way you left us
You were a
singer of the best kind
You sang it
with feeling, you sang it with melody
Every time
Her name was
Jo Moore and even her name
Begs a song
to tell her story
Travellin’
home from a gig up the country
Asleep when
the truck hit
Asleep on
the back seat
You didn’t
even wake up
To know a
thing about it
CHORUS
You were a
singer of the best kind
You sang it
with feeling, you sang it with melody
Every time
The guys in
the front row they couldn’t take their eyes off you
And the
ladies in the back row the same
‘Cos you
were a singer of the best kind
You sang it
with feeling, you sang it with melody
Every time
Is it strange
to be sitting around
Late at
night when the sun’s gone down
Thinkin’ of
someone who lives no more?
And that was her name - Jo Moore
I know there
aren’t many Jo
Of all those
who met you
Who’d ever
wanna forget you
‘Cos ….
CHORUS
(Copyright
Michael Coghlan 1981)
