Showing posts with label Merle Haggard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Merle Haggard. Show all posts

Thursday, June 18, 2015

ATF: Moms and Dads

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.



Mama Tried
Merle Haggard
The first thing I remember knowin’
Was a lonesome whistle blowin’
And a young-un’s dream
Of growin’ up to ride
On a freight train leavin’ town
Not knowin’ where I’m bound
No one could change my mind
But mama tried
One and only rebel child
From a family meek and mild
My mama seemed to know
What lay in-store
Despite all my Sunday learnin’
Towards the bad I kept on turnin’
‘Til Mama
Couldn’t hold me anymore

I turned twenty-one in prison
Doin’ life without parole
No one could steer me right
But mama tried
Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better
But her pleading I denied
That leaves only me to blame
‘Cause mama tried

Dear old daddy rest his soul
Left my mom a heavy load
She tried so very hard
To fill his shoes
Workin’ hours without rest
Wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right
But I refused

And I turned twenty-one in prison
Doin’ life without parole
No one could steer me right
But mama tried
Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better
But her pleading I denied
That leaves only me to blame
‘Cause mama tried



Papa Was a Rolling Stone
The Temptations
It was the third of September
That day I'll always remember
Yes I will
‘Cause
That was the day
That my daddy died
I never got a chance to see him
Never heard nothin'
But bad things about him
Mama I'm dependin’ on you
To tell me the truth
Mama just hung her head
And said
Son

Papa was a rollin’ stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Papa was a rollin’ stone
My son yeah
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone

Well well

Hey mama
Is it true what they say
That papa never worked a day
In his life
And mama
Some bad talk goin' round town sayin'
That papa had three outside children
And another wife
And that ain't right
Heard them talking papa
Doin’ some storefront preachin'
Talked about saving souls
And all the time leachin’
Dealin’ in debt
And stealin’ in the name of the Lord
Mama just hung her head
And said

Papa was a rollin’ stone
My son
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Hey
Papa was a rollin’ stone
Yeah honey
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone

Hey mama
I heard papa called himself
A jack of all trades
Tell me is that what sent papa
To an early grave
Folks say papa would
Beg
Borrow
Steal
To pay his bills
Hey mama
Folks say papa never was
Much on thinkin’
Spent most of his time
Chasin’ women and drinkin’
Mama I'm dependin’ on you
To tell me the truth
Mama looked up with a tear in her eye
And said
Son

Papa was a rollin’ stone
Well well well well
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
Hey yeah
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
Papa was a rollin’ stone
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
Hey yeah
And when he died
All he left us was alone
I said hey
Papa was a rollin’ stone
Yes he was
My son
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
My baby
Well
Yes he was
Papa was a rollin’ stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home

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Thursday, November 13, 2014

ATF: Dynamic Duos

This weekly 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.



Pancho and Lefty
Willie Nelson & Merle Haggard
Livin’ on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boy
His horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dyin' words
Ah but that's the way it goes

All the Federales say
They could've had him any day
We only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows

All the Federales say
They could've had him any day
We only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell
And Lefty's livin’ in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
And so the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true
But save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do
And now he's growin’ old

All the Federales say
They could've had him any day
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness I suppose
A few grey Federales say
Could've had him any day
We only let him go so long
out of kindness I suppose



Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around
Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty
Baby you'll come knockin’ on my front door
Same old line you used to use before
I said
Yeah
Well
What am I supposed to do
I didn't know what I was getting’ into

So you've had a little trouble in town
Now you're keepin’ some demon down
Stop draggin' my
Stop draggin' my
Stop draggin' my heart around

It's hard to think about
What you've wanted
It's hard to think about what you've lost
This doesn't have to be the big get even
This doesn't have to be anything at all

I know you really want to tell me good-bye
I know you really want to be your own girl

Baby you could never look me in the eye
Yeah you buckle with the weight of the world
Stop draggin' my
Stop draggin' my
Stop draggin' my heart around

There's people runnin’ 'round loose in the world
Ain't got nothin’ better to do
Than make a meal of some bright-eyed kid
You need someone lookin’ after you

I know you really want to tell me good-bye
I know you really want to be your own girl

Baby you could never look me in the eye
Yeah you buckle with the weight of the world
Stop draggin' my
Stop draggin' my
Stop draggin' my heart around

Stop draggin' my heart around

Stop draggin' my heart around
Hey hey hey hey hey

Stop draggin' my heart around
Hey hey hey hey hey

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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

TFT: Gretchen Wilson


Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world.  For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously fervent rants of rebellion.  Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.



Redneck Woman
Gretchen Wilson

Well I ain't never
Been the Barbie-doll type
 No
I can't swig that sweet Champagne
I'd rather drink beer all night
 In a tavern
Or in a honky-tonk
Or on a four-wheel drive tailgate
 I've got posters on my wall of
Skynyrd
Kid
And Strait
 Some people look down on me
But I don't give a rip
 I'll stand barefooted
In my own front yard
With a baby on my hip

 'Cause I'm a
Redneck woman
 I ain't no high class broad
 I'm just a product of my raisin’
 I say
Hey y’all
And yee-haw
 And I keep my Christmas lights on
 On my front porch all year long
 And I know all the words
To every Charlie Daniels song
 So here's to all my sisters out there
Keepin’ it country
 Let me get a big
Hell yeah
From the redneck girls like me
Hell yeah

 Victoria Secret
Well their stuff's real nice
 But I can buy the same damn thing
On a Wal-Mart shelf half price
 And still look sexy
Just as sexy as those models on TV
 No I don't need no designer tag
To make my man want me
 Well
You might think I'm trashy
A little too hardcore
 But in my neck
Of the woods
I'm just the girl next door

 I'm a
Redneck woman
 I ain't no high class broad
 I'm just a product of my raisin’
 I say
Hey y'all
And yee-haw
 And I keep my Christmas lights on
 On my front porch all year long
 And I know all the words
To every Tanya Tucker song
 So here's to all my sisters out there
Keepin’ it country
 Let me get a big
Hell yeah
From the redneck girls like me
Hell yeah

 I'm a redneck woman
 And I ain't no high class broad
 I'm just a product of my raisin’
 And I say
Hey y'all
And yee-haw
 And I keep my Christmas lights on
 On my front porch all year long
 And I know all the words
To every ol' Bocephus song
 So here's to all my sisters out there
Keepin’ it country
 Let me get a big
Hell yeah
From the redneck girls like me
Hell yeah
 Hell yeah
Hell yeah
 Hell yeah
 I said
Hell yeah



Politically Uncorrect
Gretchen Wilson & Merle Haggard

I'm for the low man
On the totem pole
 And I'm for the underdog
God bless his soul
 And I'm for the guys
Still pullin’ third shift
 And the single mom
Raisin’ her kids
 And I'm for the preachers
Who stay on their knees
 And I'm for the sinner
Who finally believes
 And I'm for the farmer
With dirt on his hands
 And the soldiers
Who fight for this land

And I'm for the Bible
 And I'm for the flag
 And I'm for the workin’ man
 Me and Ol' Hag
 I'm just one of many
Who can't get no respect
 Politically Uncorrect

I guess my opinion
Is all out of style
 Oh don't get me started
Because I can get riled
 And I'll make a fight
For the forefather's plan
That's right
 Hell the world already knows
Where I stand

And I'm for the Bible
 And I'm for the flag
 And I'm for the workin’ man
 Me and ol' Hag
 I'm just one of many
Who can't get no respect
 Politically Uncorrect

Nothing wrong with the Bible
 Nothing wrong with the flag
 Nothing wrong with the workin’ man
 Me and ol' Hag
 We're just some of many
That can't get no respect
None
 Politically Uncorrect
 Politically Uncorrect

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Thursday, October 13, 2011

Merle and Johnny



Sing Me Back Home
Merle Haggard & Johnny Cash
The warden led a prisoner
Down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say good-bye
Like all the rest
And I heard him tell the warden
Just before he reached my cell
Let my guitar playin’ friend
Do my request

Won’t you
Sing me back home
With a song I used to hear
Make my old memories
Come alive
Take me away
And turn back the years
Sing me back home
Before I die

I recall last Sunday mornin’
A choir from across the street
Came in to sing
A few old Gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers
There’s a song my mama sang
Can I hear once
Before we move along

Won’t you
Sing me back home
The song my mama sang
Make my old memories
Come alive
Take me away
And turn back the years
Sing me back home
Before I did

Sing me back home
Before I die

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