I love old country songs!
I love little baby ducks
Old pick-up trucks
Slow-moving trains and rain
I love, little country streams
Sleep without dreams
Sunday school in may and hay
And I love you too
I love, leaves in the wind
Pictures of my friends
Birds of the world and squirrels
I love coffee in a cup
Little fuzzy pups
Old TV shows and snow
And I love you too
I love honest open smiles
Kisses from a child
Tomatoes on a vine and onions
I love winners when they cry
I love losers when they try
Music when it's good and life
And I, love you too
I was listening to KLB (our local country music station) this morning and they were playing the gretatest music! I had to run to work and get myself to downloading. I have discovered Tom T Hall OH My god... some of his songs are outrageous! like "Dolly Parton's Tits"? who sings a song about this? I laughed my ass off! it's great!
I'd like to see the coyote eat the road runner
And I'd like to see Knieval blown to bits
I'd like to see Rex Humbert lay his hands upon Ma Davey
But I'd love to see that Dolly Parton's tits.
Yeah, I'd love to see that Dolly Parton's tits.
Cos they're so big and soft and round
And they don't make a sound
How they look remains a mystery
With my hands tucked into my pockets
Just thinkin' about Dolly's rockets
Yeah, here they come again my fantasy
Yeah, here they come again my fantasy.
I'd like to see Pierre French kissing Rene in the moonlight
I'd like to see the Mounties take a hit
And I'd like to see Ed Allen pull his muscle on the TV
But I'd love to see that Dolly Parton's tits
Yeah, I'd love to see that Dolly Parton's tits.
Cos they're so big and soft and round
And they don't make a sound
How they look remains a mystery
With my hands tucked into my pockets
Just thinkin' about Dolly's rockets
Yeah, here they come again my fantasy
Yeah, here they come again my fantasy.
Then I heard Johnny Cash's "A Boy Named Sue" and I swear to God I was crying I was laughing so hard. They just don't write songs like this anymore. Songs that tell a story, Songs for fun.
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
But the real reason that I am posing about old country music is this song called "Faster Horses". It is great and it is totally about the "guy" thinking. It is why 50 year old men date 30 year old women.
He was an old-time cowboy, don’t you understand his eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather tan his toes were pointed inward from a-hangin’ on a horse he was an old philosopher, of corse
He was so thin I swear you could have used him for a whip he had to drink a beer to keep his britches on his hips I knew I had to ask him about the mysteries of life he spit between his boots and he replied
It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money
He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains he said, it don’t do men no good to pray for peace and rain. peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity, and buffalo chips is all it means to me.
I told him I was a poet, I was lookin’ for the truth I do not care for horses, whiskey, women or the loot I said I was a writer, my soul was all on fire he looked at me an’ he said, you are a liar.
It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money
Well, I was disillusioned, if I say the least I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet there was something cold and shiny layin’ by my head so I started to believe the things he said
Well, my poet days are over and I’m back to being me as I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality if my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learned I think that I will readily affirm
It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money
And that is my little rant for today