Country music thread...

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I remember walk'in round the court square sidewalk
Lookin' in windows at things I couldn't want
There's Johnson's Hardware and Morgans Jewelry
And the ol' Lee King's apothecary
Theywere the little man
The little man

I go back now and the stores are all empty
Except for an old coke sign from 1950
Boarded up like they never existed
Or renovated and called historic districts
There goes the little man
There goes the little man

Now the court square's just a set of streets
That the people go round but they seldom think
Bout the little man that built this town
Before the big money shut em down
And killed the little man
Oh the little man

He pumped your gas and he cleaned your glass
And one cold rainy night he fixed your flat
The new stores came where you do it yourself
You buy a lotto ticket and food off the shelf
Forget about the little man
Forget about that little man

He hung on there for a few more years
But he couldn't sell slurpees
And he wouldn't sell beer
Now the bank rents the station
To a man down the road
And sell velvet Elvis and
Second - hand clothes
There goes little man
There goes another little man

Now they are lined up in a concrete strip
You can buy the world with just one trip
And save a penny cause it's jumbo size
They don't even realize
They'er killin' the little man
Oh the little man

It wasn't long when I was a child
An old black man came with his plow
He broke the ground where we grew our garden
Back before we'd all forgot about the little man
The little man
Long live the little man
God bless the little man

Alan Jackson..."The Little Man"

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Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp,        

Sister played the ringing tambourine.        

Mama couldn't hear our pretty music,           

She read our lips and helped the family sing.



That little band was all a part of living,

And our only means of living at the time;

And it wasn't like no normal family combo,

Cause Daddy Frank the guitar man was blind.



Frank and mama counted on each other;    

Their one and only weakness made them strong.

Mama did the driving for the family,  

And Frank made a living with a song.



Home was just a camp along the highway;

A pick-up bed was where we bedded down.     

Don't ever once remember going hungry,   

But I remember mama cooking on the ground.          



Don't remember how they got acquainted;

I can't recall just how it came to be.

There had to be some special help from someone,

And blessed be the one that let it be.



Fever caused my mama's loss of hearing.

Daddy Frank was born without his sight.

And mama needed someone she could lean on, 

And I believe the guitar man was right.



Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp,        

Sister played the ringing tambourine.        

Mama couldn't hear our pretty music,           

She read our lips and helped the family sing.

(Daddy Frank-The Guitar Man-Merle Haggard)

[SEATJERKER]

...Darrrrlin',...

..." you never even called me by my name,....

...Finish it Sis,... (David Alan Coe),...

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WELL, IT WAS ALL THAT I COULD DO TO KEEP FROM CRYING? SOMETIMES IT SEEMED SO USELESS TO REMAIN BUT YOU DON?T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN?, DARLIN' YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME BY MY NAME

YOU DON?T HAVE TO CALL ME WAYLON JENNINGS
AND YOU DON?T HAVE TO CALL ME CHARLIE PRIDE
AND YOU DON?T HAVE TO CALL ME MERLE HAGGARD/ANYMORE EVEN THOUGH YOU?RE ON MY FIGHTING? SIDE

AND I?LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME AND I NEVER MINDED STANDING? IN THE RAIN
BUT YOU DON?T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN?, DARLIN? YOU NEVER EVEN CALLED ME BY MY NAME


WELL, I?VE HEARD MY NAME A FEW TIMES IN YOUR PHONE BOOK (Hello, Hello) AND I?VE SEEN IT ON SIGNS WHERE I?VE PLAYED BUT THE ONLY TIME I KNOW I?LL HEAR "DAVID ALLAN COE"
IS WHEN JESUS HAS HIS FINAL JUDGMENT DAY

RECITATION:

WELL, A FRIEND OF MINE NAMED STEVE GOODMAN WROTE THAT SONG AND HE TOLD ME IT WAS THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG

I WROTE HIM BACK A LETTER AND I TOLD HIM IT WAS NOT THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG BECAUSE HE HADN?T SAID ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT MAMA, OR TRAINS, OR TRUCKS, OR PRISON, OR GETTING? DRUNK

WELL HE SAT DOWN AND WROTE ANOTHER VERSE TO THE SONG AND HE SENT IT TO ME, AND AFTER READING IT, I REALIZED THAT MY FRIEND HAD WRITTEN THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG

AND I FELT OBLIGED TO INCLUDE IT ON THIS ALBUM THE LAST VERSE GOES LIKE THIS HERE

WELL, I WAS DRUNK THE DAY MY MOM GOT OUT OF PRISON AND I WENT TO PICK HER UP IN THE RAIN BUT BEFORE I COULD GET TO THE STATION IN MY PICKUP TRUCK SHE GOT RUNNED OVER BY A DAMNED OLD TRAIN

AND I?LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME AND I NEVER MINDED STANDING? IN THE RAIN ,NO YOU DON?T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN?, DARLIN? YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME, WELL I WONDER WHY YOU DON?T CALL ME, WHY DON?T YOU EVER CALL ME BY MY NAME

(You Never Even Call Me By Name -David Allan Coe)

Ok C...sing it loud with me now that last verse and chorus....

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Boomtown   

(Toby Keith)

   

The people came here from parts unknown 

Sleepin' in their cars 'cause they didn't have homes 

Thought this place was the promised land 

If you could roughneck, we could use a good man 

Come on boy let me show you around 

You could make a lot of money here 

Livin' in a boomtown 



We?ll some build bars and big hotels 

Downshift drive and the people live well 

High on the hog and wild on the range 

Pocket full of cash instead of chump change 

This place kicks when the sun goes down 

Ain't life great when you're livin' in a boomtown 



See oil was the blood that flowed through the soul 

To keep a man workin' when it's forty below 

Relent to the devil in the cold cold ground 

Trying to make a dollar here livin' in a boomtown 



Six short years the oil fields went 

Rigs came down and the money got spent 

And the wisemen saved for a rainy day 

The fools packed up and moved away 

The hotels closed and the bars shut down 

And it got real quite livin' in a boomtown 



See oil was the blood that flowed through the soul 

To keep a man workin' when it's forty below 

Relent to the devil in the cold cold ground 

Trying to make a dollar here livin' in a boomtown 



Now the cafe's filled with people tellin' lies 

Trying to figure out how the town went dry 

You can buy a house a dime on the dollar 

Need a good home just give me a holler 

I can move you in with no money down 

Still tryin' to make a dollar here livin' in a boomtown 



Livin' in a boomtown 

Livin' in a boomtown

 

  

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January's always bitter
But Lord, this one beats all
The wind ain't quit for weeks now
And the drifts are ten feet tall
I been all night drivin' hefers
Closer in to lower ground
Then I spent the mornin' thinkin'
'Bout the ones the wolves pulled down

Charlie Barton and his family
Stopped today to say goodbye
He said the bank was takin' over
The last few years were just too dry
And I promised that I'd visit
When they found a place in town
Then I spent a long time thinkin'
'Bout the ones the wolves pull down

Lord, please shine a light of hope
On those of us who fall behind
And when we stumble in the snow
Could you help us up while there's still time

Well, I don't mean to be complainin' Lord
You've always seen me through
And I know you got your reasons
For each and every thing you do
But tonight outside my window
There's a lonesome, mournful sound
And I just can't keep from thinkin'
'Bout the ones the wolves pull down

Oh Lord, keep me from bein'
The one the wolves pull down

(Wolves - Stephanie Davis - recorded by Garth Brooks)