Thursday, February 11, 2016

ATF: Elopements

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Leaving Lousiana
The Oak Ridge Boys
Mary took to running with a travelin' man
Left her momma crying with her head in her hands
Such a sad case
So broken-hearted
She say
Momma I got to go
Gotta get outta here
I gotta get out of town
I'm tired of hanging around
I gotta roll on
Between the ditches
It's just an ordinary story
About the way things go
Around and around
Nobody knows
But the highway
Goes on forever
That ol' highway
Rolls on forever

Lord she never would've done it
If she hadn't got drunk
If she hadn't started running
With a travelin' man
If she hadn't started taking
Those crazy chances
She’d say
Daughter let me tell you
About the travelin' kind
Everywhere he's goin'
Such a very short time
He'll be long gone
Before you know it
He'll be long gone
Before you know it.

She’d say
Never have I known it
When it felt so good
Never have I knew it
When I knew I could
Never have I done it
When it looked so right
Leaving Louisiana
In the broad daylight

This is down in the swampland
Anything goes
It's alligator bait
And the bars don't close
It's the real thing
Down in Louisiana
Did you ever see a Cajun
When he really got mad
When he really got trouble
Like a daughter gone bad
It gets real hot
Down in Louisiana
The stranger better move it
Or he's gonna get killed
He's gonna have to get it
Or a shotgun will
It ain't no time
For lengthy speeches
There ain't no time
For lengthy speeches

She’d say
Never have I known it
When it felt so good
Never have I knew it
When I knew I could
Never have I done it
When it looked so right
Leaving Louisiana
In the broad daylight
She’d say
Never have I known it
When it felt so good
Never have I knew it
When I knew I could
Never have I done it
When it looked so right
Leaving Louisiana
In the broad daylight

It's just an ordinary story
About the way things go
Around and around
Nobody knows
But the highway
Goes on forever
That ol' highway
Rolls on forever



Suds in the Bucket
Sara Evans
She was in the backyard
They say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up
A white pickup truck
Her folks shoulda seen it comin'
It was only just a matter of time
Plenty old enough
And you can't stop love
She stuck a note on the screen door
Sorry but I got to go
And that was all she wrote
Her mama's heart was broke
And that was all she wrote
So the story goes

Now her daddy's in the kitchen
Starin' out the window
Scratchin' and a-rackin' his brains
How could 18 years
Just up and walk away
Our little pony-tailed girl
Growed up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket
And the clothes hangin' out on the line

Now don't you wonder what the preacher's
Gonna preach about Sunday morn
Nothin' quite like this
Has happened here before
Well he must have been a looker
Smooth talkin' son of a gun
For such a grounded girl
To just up and run
Course you can't fence time
And you can't stop love

Now all the biddy's in the beauty shop
Gossip goin' non-stop
Sippin' on pink lemonade
How could 18 years
Just up and walk away
Our little pony-tailed girl
Growed up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket
And the clothes hangin' out on the line

She's got her pretty little bare feet
Hangin' out the window
And they're headin' up to Vegas tonight
How could 18 years
Just up and walk away
Our little pony-tailed girl
Growed up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket
And the clothes hangin' out on the line
She left the suds in the bucket
And the clothes hangin' out on the line

She was in the backyard
They say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up
A white pickup truck
Plenty old enough
And you can't stop love
No you can’t fence time
And you can’t stop love

Lyrics From: [AllTheLyrics]

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8 comments:

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Stephen!!! So, you like you some country, too?

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  2. i do like the suds in the bucket one.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear TWG!!! One had to if they watched a lot of The Nashville Network back in the day. (LOL?)

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Martin!!! You are most welcome.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Ann!!! She was rapidly climbing to the top of country music 10-15 years ago, and then she had a very public meltdown over her husband cheating on her. Now, if she had of acted like a wronged innocent, her popularity would have exploded further, but she became enraged and took it out on everyone in sight--including her fans at concerts.

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