What is it? What is the single, greatest line of country music ever written?
I gotta go with David Allan Coe: "I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison." ...I'm not even a country music fan, but that cracks me up every time, and I find myself screaming along with ol' David.
Thibodeaux Fontainbleau, the place is buzzin’ Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh, my oh Son of a gun we’ll have big fun on the bayou.
Geez, only two responses and we may already have a winner! Great call!
The song has meaning, real meaning. At least to me. Not yer typical, " My dog run off, my wife left me, my boat sunk, my truck broke down so I got drunk" song.
Geez, only two responses and we may already have a winner! Great call!
The song has meaning, real meaning. At least to me. Not yer typical, " My dog run off, my wife left me, my boat sunk, my truck broke down so I got drunk" song.
Same. Like I said, I'm not even a fan of country music, but I know that song well and sing that line to my wife once in a while. I have no doubt that my love for her has motivated me to be a better person.
Sister Sue, she's short and stout She didn't grow up - she grew out Mama says she's plain but she's just bein' kind Papa thinks she's pretty but he's almost blind Don't let her out much 'cept at night But I don't care 'cause I'm all right
These shabby shoes I'm wearin' all the time Are full of holes and nails And brother if I stepped on a worn out dime I bet a nickel I could tell you if it was heads or tails
Lay your head upon my pillow hold your warm and naked body close to mine hear the whisper of the raindrops blowing soft against the window and make believe you love me one more time for the good times
"I have seen the mornin' burnin' golden on the mountain in the skies Achin' with the feelin' of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turnin' on the world the way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dyin' Healin' as the colors in the sunshine and the shadows of her eyes"
"And those casseroles and pecan pies Mama's sweet tea and beer on ice Hell of a way to say goodbye I guess Preacher clears his throat and then he says Everybody bow your heads And just like that everything is blessed So here's to death, dyin' and deviled eggs"- Wade Bowen
“The picture in the paper showed the scene real well, papa’s rig was buried in the local motel. Desk clerk said he saw it all real clear, he never hit the breaks and he was shifting gears.”
And if it looks like we were scared to death Like a couple of kids just tryna save each other You should've seen it in color Yeah, a picture's worth a thousand words But you can't see what those shades of gray keep covered You should've seen it in color
Heading down south to the land of the pines I'm thumbing my way into North Carolina Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights I made it down the coast in seventeen hours Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers And I'm a-hopin' for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight
What is it? What is the single, greatest line of country music ever written?
I gotta go with David Allan Coe: "I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison." ...I'm not even a country music fan, but that cracks me up every time, and I find myself screaming along with ol' David.
Have at it--watcha got?
Waders,
I don't have to read any further no country song line can touch that.
I got me ten forward gears and a Georgia overdrive I'm takin' little white pills, and my eyes are open wide I just passed a Jimmy and a White I been a-passin' everything in sight Six days on the road and I'm a-gonna make it home tonight
That famous day in history the men of the 7th Cavalry went riding on And from the rear, a voice was heard A brave young man with a trembling word rang loud and clear "What the...am I doin' here?"
When I was just a baby my mama told me "Son, always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns" But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry
Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone Everything that I've got is just what I've got on I ain't got a dime, but what I got is mine I ain't rich, but Lord I'm free...
Hard to narrow it down, but, "I'm sitting at home, digging up bones, exhuming things that's better left alone" (Randy Travis) would be in the running.
"You're the reason our kids are ugly" (Conway & Lorretta) probably would be too.
This whole song (CW McCall) is full of them, but I like this part the best..
"Sign says clearance to the twelve foot line But the chickens was stacked to thirteen nine Well, we shot that tunnel at a hundred and ten Like gas through a funnel and eggs through a hen We took that top row of chickens off slicker than the scum off a Louisiana swamp"
Hank Jr, "I said, Well Hoss, you better get you some corks 'cause your gonna have to plug up a few holes." ------------------------------- Or, I know Warren Zevon did it originally, but from Hank Jr, "Send lawyers, guns, and money" -----------------------------
Hank Jr again, "I'd like to spit some Beech Nut in that dude's eyes, then shoot him with my .45" ---------------------------- Sawyer Brown..
"She went home when she found out Said, "Pack your bags I want you out" Her boyfriend thought She was talking jive 'til he saw her standing With a .45 A .45's quicker than 409 Betty cleaned house For the very last time --------------------------------- Ray Stevens (Hugo The Human Cannon Ball)
"There was Hugo, And there was Hugo, There was Hugo all over the place!"
This whole Gary Allan song is great, but I'll just pick out a portion..
"Well I know one day, I'll give you away And I'm gonna stand there and smile And when I get home, and I'm all alone Well, I'll sit in your room for a while Well I didn't cry when Old Yeller died At least not in front of my friends But when tough little boys grow up to be dads They turn into big babies again."
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Joe Diffie "You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe De Ville I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made You know, if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates I met all my wives in traffic jams There's just something women like about a pickup man"
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BJ Thomas
"Hey, won't you play, another somebody done somebody wrong song."
Where's that angel with dirty knees who wasn't hard to please when we first met?
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So girl, leave your boots by the bed we ain't leaving this room Till someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom
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Don't know why I put up with his [bleep] When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away
******** Your brother was the first-born, got ten fingers and ten toes And it's a damn good thing cause he needs all twenty to keep the closet door closed
Can't say any one is the greatest, but I will say this. I'm an old guy, and haven't heard any music in decades that I can relate to. Used to be you could hear and understand lyrics, with the instruments in the background. Singers had decent diction so you could understand the lyrics; most CW singers had a soft, natural, southern accent. These days country singers put on an exaggerated "twang" that you can hardly understand.
One of my favorites is Marty Robbins singing "Long, Long Ago". It is a classic love ballad, and the lyrics are as clear and meaningful as they were when it was written, in the 1830s, nearly 200 years ago!
“I wonder if your still with Willie Jackson. Sometimes I wonder if he still alive. Ole Willie gave up his wife and children just to satisfy your fourteen carat mind.”
He ain't wrong he's just different but his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right... Waylon and Willie Mommas Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to be Cowboys
Well I grew up,wild and free,walking these fields in my bare feet, there wasnt no place I couldnt go with a .22 rifle an a fishin pole Don Williams <> We say grace an we say Maam,if you aint into that we dont give a damn! Jr, hard to beat these Williams fellers
Aint no good in an evil hearted woman,An i wasnt cut out to be no Jesse James, dont go writin hot checks down in mississippi, and there aint no good chain gangs, Waylon-Cash
Old dogs care about you even when you make mistakes; God bless little children while they're still too young to hate. Tom T. Hall
My heroes have always been cowboys and they still are it seems, sadly in search of but one step in back of themselves and their slow moving dreams. Willie Nelson
Actually "My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboy" is loaded with them.
“Who’s gonna fill their shoes”! A song by George Jones. There are hundreds of great lines in Country Music, but perhaps this one is most prophetic! Simply put…..no one! True Country Music has passed from the radio and been replaced with country rap/crap! memtb
And now I just thought I'd mention my Grandma's old age pension Is the reason why I'm standing here today I got all my country learning, millin' and a churning Pickin' cotton, rasin' hell, and bailin' hay
""You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille With four hungry children and a crop in the field. I've had some bad times, Lived through some sad times, This time the hurtin' won't heal. You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.'
Jerry Jeff Walker, Up Against The Wall Redneck Mother :
M is for the mud flaps you give me for my pickup truck O is for the oil put I put on my hair T is for T-Bird H is for Haggard E is for eggs R is for REDNECK
I have read this whole thread. There’s much I don’t disagree with, some I do. I need to ask, since I’ve not seen it yet, “And what are you gonna do with good ole boys like me?”
""You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille With four hungry children and a crop in the field. I've had some bad times, Lived through some sad times, This time the hurtin' won't heal. You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.'
One piece of logging equipment around here over the years, got to be called Lucille, 'cause she picked the damnedest times to go on a pout. One of the greatest days was when scrap got to 350 a ton and the Lucille went to the scrap yard.
I have read this whole thread. There’s much I don’t disagree with, some I do. I need to ask, since I’ve not seen it yet, “And what are you gonna do with good ole boys like me?”
But I was smarter than most and I could choose Learned to talk like the man on the six o'clock news
It's a tough decision for me but I'm still gonna go with the O.P. and others and vote David Allan Coe with " I was drunk, the day my mom got out of prison" , because it's part of the perfect country & western song. But don't take my word for it; just ask Mr. Coe.
Some songs are so great it's hard to seperate out a great lyric.
When he comes to call My pa ain't got a word to say Guess it's 'cause he's Just as wild in his younger days So blow, you old blue northern Blow my love to me He's ridin' in tonight from California He loves his damned old rodeo As much as he loves me Someday soon, goin' with him someday soon
It's knowin' that your door is always open and your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by for-gotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are dried up on some line That keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my memory, that keeps you ever gentle on my mind
"you load 16 tons, and what do you get? Another day older, and deeper in debt St. Peter don'cha call me, cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store"
Well my mother thinks the road is long and lonely Little brother thinks the road is straight and fine Little darlin' thinks the road is soft and lovely I'm thankful that old road's a friend of mine
This ole truck has been with me for 35 years, been through 3 divorces heading for a 4th, but this ole truck will never leave me. She's taken me to get some more beer, tears running down my face, this ole truck will never leave me.
Then the boys called from the honky tonk Said there's a party goin' on down here Well she might've took my car keys But she forgot about my old John Deere
“Who’s gonna fill their shoes”! A song by George Jones. There are hundreds of great lines in Country Music, but perhaps this one is most prophetic! Simply put…..no one! True Country Music has passed from the radio and been replaced with country rap/crap! memtb
“Have you ever heard a Whip-o-Wil just before he dies”
Is that an alternative lyric, or did you make it up? It's good.
I kind of made it up. It’s off of an old Hank Williams tune he supposedly wrote in a hour while flying on an airliner.
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome I could cry I've never seen a night so long When time goes crawling by The moon just went behind the clouds To hide its face and cry Did you ever see a robin weep When leaves begin to die? That means he's lost the will to live I'm so lonesome I could cry The silence of a falling star Lights up a purple sky And as I wonder where you are I'm so lonesome I could cry
Dang, I ain’t read the whole thread. Holy smokes, 11 pages and counting! When I read the title, my mind went straight to “I was drunk the day my mom got outta prison”. Great Country Song! I don’t know if you can get more country than that. But there’s just too many great songs, too many great stories, too many great lyrics that run through my mind! I guess I’ve always sorta lived as Waylon sang, “I’ve always been crazy, but it’s kept me from going insane”! 7mm
And if it looks like we were scared to death Like a couple of kids just tryna save each other You should've seen it in color Yeah, a picture's worth a thousand words But you can't see what those shades of gray keep covered You should've seen it in color
"The Judge said son, what is your alibi? If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die....I spoke not a word. Though it meant my life, for I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife."
Lefty Frizell "Long Black Veil"
"I read about some squirrelly guy who claims that he just don't believe in fightin'...And I wonder just how long the rest of us can count on bein' free."
Merle Haggard "Fightin' side of me"
"But when we get behind closed doors, and she lets her hair down low, and she makes me glad, that I'm a man.....Cause no one knows what goes on behind closed doors..."
Charlie Rich "Behind closed doors"
"I woke up this mornin' tastin' Jim Beam. Holding the answer to some old boy's dream. Got a bad reputation guess I'm a live wire like my whiskey on ice and my women, on fire."
Hank Williams, Jr. "Whiskey on Ice"
"Postman delivered, a past due bill notice and the alarm clock rang two hours late. Garbage man left all the trash on the sidewalk, and the hinges fell off of the gate. And this morning at breakfast, I spilled all the coffee, and opened the door on my knee.....The last thing I needed, the first thing this morning, was to have you walk out on me."
"Some say that I'm egotistical...Hell I don't even know what that means...I guess it has something to do with the way that I fill out my skin tight blue jeans...."
"We fired our guns and the British kept a comin' there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago. Fired once more and they began a runnin' on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico"
And he said ain't they all a mystery ha ha sonny it's a sin They're all sittin' on the world we're tryin' to win Ah but you know I love a mystery So let's drink another round to you and me and them
Being from Kentucky and the son of a coal miner, I guess I have to add this one since I can empathize:
"I was born a coal miner's daughter. In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler. We were poor but we had love, that's the one thing Daddy made sure of. He shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollar."
“These Rose colored glasses, that I’ve been looking through, Show only the beauty, cause they hide all the truth And they let me hold on to the good times, good lines The ones I used to hear when I held you And they keep me from feeling so cheated, defeated When reflections in your eyes show me a fool”
And from Ray Price: “Now blue ain't the world for the way that I feel And the storm's brewing in this heart of mine This ain't no crazy dream I know that it's real You're someone else's love now you're not mine Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new For my yearning heart keeps saying you're not mine My troubled mind knows soon to another you'll be wed And that's why I'm lonely all the time”
And one from George Straight: “He talks to angels and the stars start to spin He thinks of troubles that he's gotten in He recalls how his heart got broken And how it's still that way The king of broken hearts is so sad and wise He can smile while he's cryin' inside We know he'll be brave tonight 'cause he's the king of broken hearts”
And some Dwight Yoakum: “He said listen to me son while you still can, run back home to that Southern land Don't you see, what life here has done to me Then he closed those old blue eyes, and fell limp, against my side No more pain, and now he's safe back home in Dixie
And I sang Dixie, as he died But people just walked on by, as I cried The bottle had robbed him, of all his rebel pride So I sang Dixie as he died
A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all Popping in the wind like an angry cannon ball The holes of history are cold and still, But they smell the powder burnin' and they probably always will.
"We fired our guns and the British kept a comin' there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago. Fired once more and they began a runnin' on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico"
That’s a good one. I sang that one with my dad as a young kid.
A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all Popping in the wind like an angry cannon ball The holes of history are cold and still, But they smell the powder burnin' and they probably always will.
"Don't look so sad, I know it's over. But life goes on, and this old world will keep on turning. Let's just be glad we had some time to spend together. There's no need to watch the bridges that we're burning. Lay your head upon my pillow. Hold your warm and tender body close to mine. Hear the whisper of the raindrops flowing soft against the window.... And make believe you love me, one more time....For the good times....
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery From being alone too long You could die from the cold, in the arms of a nightmare Knowin' well that your best days are gone
"Momma told me....When I was young.... Sit beside me...My only son....Listen closely....To what I have to say.....And if you do this it will help you, some sunny day.....Oh yeah!"
"We started the tour out in Denver, Colorado... And I made the first one, but I did not make the second show....Cause I met this girl there that brought about quite a big change...But I OD'd in Denver and I just can't remember her name...."
Well, we shot that tunnel at a hundred and ten, Like gas through a funnel and eggs through a hen. We took that top row of chickens off slicker than the scum off a Louisiana swamp.
Went down and around, around and down And we run out of ground at the edge of town Bashed into the side of the feed store Downtown Pagosa Springs.
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade, that carries with him a reminder of every glove that cut him until he cried out in his anger and his shame. I am leaving, I am leaving but a fighter still remains.
They draft the white trash first round here anyway
Steve Earle copperhead road
Perhaps the best country song ever. Also… And now the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air I wake up screaming like I'm back over there I learned a thing or two from Charlie don't you know You'd better stay away from Copperhead Road
Now, they never reopened that worthless pit They just placed a marble stand in front of it These few words are written on that stand At the bottom of this mine lies a big, big man Big John
What is it? What is the single, greatest line of country music ever written?
I gotta go with David Allan Coe: "I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison." ...I'm not even a country music fan, but that cracks me up every time, and I find myself screaming along with ol' David.
Have at it--watcha got?
"I took the head off Elvis, filled Fred up to his pelvis, Yabba-Dabba-Doo, the King is gone!"
Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'? How's about cooking somethin' up with me? Hey, sweet baby - don't you think maybe We can find us a brand new recipe?
Countin' flowers on the wall That don't bother me at all Playin' solitaire 'til dawn with a deck of 51 Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo Now don't tell me, I've nothin' to do
My father had a Randall knife My mother gave it to him When he went off to World War II To save us all from ruin Now if you've ever held a Randall knife You'll know my father well And if a better blade was ever made It was probably forged in hell
Honey, I don’t want to talk, I just want to watch the game You cry wishin’ I’d been different I hoped you had stayed the same Somewhere there’s a lesson ‘bout sex and love and shame But I don’t want to talk, I just want to watch the game.
Now if you lose your one and only, There's always room here for the lonely, To watch your broken dreams, Dance in and out of the beams, Of a neon moon.
Rainy night in Georgia, Kentucky rain, Here comes that rainy day feeling again. Blue eyes cryin’ in the early morning rain, They go on and on, but no two the same, Oh how I wish I could blame, All these songs about rain.
Some folks say that I'm egotistical Hell I don't even know what that means I guess it has something to do with the way I feel out my skin tight blue jeans....
Got the pig in the ground and the beer on ice.... all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight
U R indeed ph-uck-ed up but you will never be a Hank Jr. Just a big-mouthed asshat and dikhed.
Thought you left?
Just checking in to pester you, you arrogant prick!
I see you are sticking to the high standards of decorum you insist all posters follow.... maybe you should seek therapy?
Sir, I made a simple post, and you attacked me. I did not do anything to you or your buddies. I mind my own business and I don't publish childish bullshit on the Fire about anybody but when you, a bully, started it I will be glad to play your game. Yes, I have high standards. I don't bother anyone on the Campfire or anywhere else but if you want to be a bully so be it. I will stand up to you and if you don't like it GFY and get some therapy while you're doing it with your circle of bully friends. You are not a man, you are a childish bully who probably stole the little kid's milk money when you were 10 years old in the 2nd grade. And yes, you are still an arrogant prick! I'm sure you lied about your location being Hollywood but if that is true, you certainly fit right in.
Got the pig in the ground and the beer on ice.... all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight
U R indeed ph-uck-ed up but you will never be a Hank Jr. Just a big-mouthed asshat and dikhed.
Thought you left?
Just checking in to pester you, you arrogant prick!
I see you are sticking to the high standards of decorum you insist all posters follow.... maybe you should seek therapy?
Sir, I made a simple post and this prick attacked me. I did not do anything to him or his buddies, apparently you are one of them. I mind my own business and I don't publish childish bullshit on the Fire about anybody but when this bully started it I will be glad to play his game. Yes, I have high standards. I don't bother anyone on the Campfire or anywhere else but if this bastard wants to be a bully so be it. I will stand up to this [bleep] and you too if you don't like it. GFY and get some therapy while you're doing it with your circle of bullies.
Greatest single Lyric of Country music? There ain't one.
Come on dude, this [bleep] is comedy gold. Ma boy wants uh john deere tractor, I cain't afford one, the Big D took all my money so this ole Farmal is gonna have to do. Think I'll have another beer sitting here on the back porch alone, tears tears, Loreene is gone.
Somewhere Between Right and Wrong Earl Thomas Conley
She said I can be had but I can't be bought And I can be bad lord if I don't get caught But I'd rather be loved than left alone Than be here in the middle some where between right and wrong
Said I got the kind of love it takes to make if feel slow But don't care how you get me there just long as I go
Got the pig in the ground and the beer on ice.... all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight
U R indeed ph-uck-ed up but you will never be a Hank Jr. Just a big-mouthed asshat and dikhed.
Thought you left?
Just checking in to pester you, you arrogant prick!
I see you are sticking to the high standards of decorum you insist all posters follow.... maybe you should seek therapy?
Sir, I made a simple post and this prick attacked me. I did not do anything to him or his buddies, apparently you are one of them. I mind my own business and I don't publish childish bullshit on the Fire about anybody but when this bully started it I will be glad to play his game. Yes, I have high standards. I don't bother anyone on the Campfire or anywhere else but if this bastard wants to be a bully so be it. I will stand up to this [bleep] and you too if you don't like it. GFY and get some therapy while you're doing it with your circle of bullies.
Got the pig in the ground and the beer on ice.... all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight
U R indeed ph-uck-ed up but you will never be a Hank Jr. Just a big-mouthed asshat and dikhed.
Thought you left?
Just checking in to pester you, you arrogant prick!
I see you are sticking to the high standards of decorum you insist all posters follow.... maybe you should seek therapy?
Sir, I made a simple post and this prick attacked me. I did not do anything to him or his buddies, apparently you are one of them. I mind my own business and I don't publish childish bullshit on the Fire about anybody but when this bully started it I will be glad to play his game. Yes, I have high standards. I don't bother anyone on the Campfire or anywhere else but if this bastard wants to be a bully so be it. I will stand up to this [bleep] and you too if you don't like it. GFY and get some therapy while you're doing it with your circle of bullies.
Got the pig in the ground and the beer on ice.... all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight
U R indeed ph-uck-ed up but you will never be a Hank Jr. Just a big-mouthed asshat and dikhed.
Thought you left?
Just checking in to pester you, you arrogant prick!
I see you are sticking to the high standards of decorum you insist all posters follow.... maybe you should seek therapy?
Sir, I made a simple post and this prick attacked me. I did not do anything to him or his buddies, apparently you are one of them. I mind my own business and I don't publish childish bullshit on the Fire about anybody but when this bully started it I will be glad to play his game. Yes, I have high standards. I don't bother anyone on the Campfire or anywhere else but if this bastard wants to be a bully so be it. I will stand up to this [bleep] and you too if you don't like it. GFY and get some therapy while you're doing it with your circle of bullies.
Got the pig in the ground and the beer on ice.... all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight
U R indeed ph-uck-ed up but you will never be a Hank Jr. Just a big-mouthed asshat and dikhed.
Thought you left?
Just checking in to pester you, you arrogant prick!
I see you are sticking to the high standards of decorum you insist all posters follow.... maybe you should seek therapy?
Sir, I made a simple post and this prick attacked me. I did not do anything to him or his buddies, apparently you are one of them. I mind my own business and I don't publish childish bullshit on the Fire about anybody but when this bully started it I will be glad to play his game. Yes, I have high standards. I don't bother anyone on the Campfire or anywhere else but if this bastard wants to be a bully so be it. I will stand up to this [bleep] and you too if you don't like it. GFY and get some therapy while you're doing it with your circle of bullies.
Screw you too hillestadj. I see you are a bully prick also. Why do you want to shoot your f--u--c--k--n--g mouth off and attack an old man like me who has never cocked off to anyone's posts unless I have been attacked by [bleep] like you first!
Screw you too hillestadj. I see you are a bully prick also. Why do you want to shoot your f--u--c--k--n--g mouth off and attack an old man like me who has never cocked off to anyone's posts unless I have been attacked by [bleep] like you first!
Why is an old man getting so worked up about words on the innawebs? Calm down before you stroke out Elmer.
...also learn how the quote function works. People are going to start thinking you're retarded...
"And always keep an edge on your knife, son Always keep an edge on your knife 'Cause a good sharp edge Is a man's best hedge Against the vague uncertainties of life
Yes, a good sharp edge Is a man's best hedge Against the uncertain vagaries of life"
Let's not forget these, if this is considered "country"
"In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, The jails are made of tin And you can walk right out again, As soon as you are in There ain't no short-handled shovels, No axes, saws or picks, I'ma goin' to stay Where you sleep all day, Where they hung the jerk That invented work In the Big Rock Candy Mountains"
The Biggest Lies by David Allan Coe, "This'll only hurt for a little while, I'll only put the head of it in. I promise that I'll never try to cum in your mouth."
I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died Nobody ever knew it but I went out in the woods and I cried Well I know there's a lotta big preachers that know a lot more than I do But it could be that the good Lord likes a little picking too
She drank Canadian whiskey Pure blended whiskey She drank it like wine Her eyes were the color Of Canadian whiskey Pure blended whiskey So light brown and fine
Don’t you cry Darlin’ But it’s a cryin’ shame I was hooked on that whiskey so bad I didn’t know my name when I died Don’t you cry Darlin’, it’s not your fault I was stealing time from the Devil And I…just got caught.
So bring on the turkey, potatoes, casserole dishes 'Cause I ain't messing around with them buttoned up britches Can't get my skinny jeans on, but don't feel sorry for me 'Cause I just tried everything, and I'm going back for round 3
I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy pants) I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy, stretchy) Hey, Spandex and Lycra, you better work it for me 'Cause I'm about to expand this band of elasticity I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy pants) I got my stretchy pants on (stretchy, stretchy)
"He found them that evening in a tavern in town in a quiet little out of the way place And they smile at each other when he walked through the door And they died with their smiles on their faces They died with their smiles on their face"
"For you can't hang a man for killin' a woman Who's tryin' to steal your horse"
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
Take the ribbon from your hair Shake it loose and let it fall Layin' soft upon my skin Like the shadows on the wall Come and lay down by my side Till the early mornin' light All I'm takin' is your time Help me make it through the night
A thousand dimes A thousand times He doesn't mind, what they say He fills the jukebox, then plays the same old song He fills his glass, and then he turns her memory on But it's a fool hearted memory…
Screw you too hillestadj. I see you are a bully prick also. Why do you want to shoot your f--u--c--k--n--g mouth off and attack an old man like me who has never cocked off to anyone's posts unless I have been attacked by [bleep] like you first!
M70Man
Not to bully you or even to make fun But I wonder how a guy like you,
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the old man like me
got to a place like this with such a thin skin?
Morons abound, and the lack of limits here means that they get equal billing with ordinary guys. And if their time here is unlimited, as some evidence suggests, you'll not get ahead of them by being offended and trading words.
And maybe keep in mind that even amongst regular guys there can be a world of difference between what they consider funny, tasteful, or allowable.
This is a country music thread. Do I get offended when guys post about Steve Earle on it? I just ignore the commie little [bleep]. Maybe the guys who like his brand of music have something better to contribute on coyote calling, or rimfire rifles? Kind of like walking in a pasture. Green grass everywhere, but there's a reason to watch where you step.
"Lord help me, Jesus, I've wasted it so, Help me Jesus, I know what I am. Now that I know that I've needed you so, Help me Jesus; My soul's in your hands."
"I got great big blisters on my eyes from lookin' at that long legged woman up ahead what she does simply walkin' down the sidewalk of that city makes me think about a stray cat gettin' fed
Girl you taught me how to hurt real bad and cry myself to sleep You showed me how this town can shatter dreams Another lesson about a naive fool that came to Babylon And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
David Allan Coe has too many great lines to list them all so I'll go with
"Trying like the Devil to find the Lord, Working like a niqqer for my room and board, Coal burning stove no natural gas, If that ain't country I'll kiss your ass"
See the tree, how big it's grown But friend, it hasn't been too long it wasn't big I laughed at her and she got mad The first day that she planted it, was just a twig Then the first snow came and she ran out To brush the snow away so it wouldn't die Came runnin' in all excited slipped and almost hurt herself
Here is one from Kris Kristofferson's "Sunday Morning Coming Down":
Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyons Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
You don’t have to call me mister, mister, the whole world calls me Hank….can you make the world feel inside, when you bend them guitar strings….this is where you get off boy, cause I ain’t going back to Alabam…. David Allen Coe
I met her at the mercado She's buyin' avocados Man, she really turned me on She reached for my pepper I grabbed her tomato I knew it wouldn't be very long
She walked to the mesa I got my cerveza I picked up the onions and lemons And the way she looked at me Man, I could clearly see That it wouldn't be very long
Guacamole (Guacamole) Guacamole (Guacamole) We'd me makin' guacamole all night long Guacamole (Guacamole) Guacamole (Guacamole) We'd be makin' guacamole all night long
We headed for the line And I fell in right behind Man, she sure looked good to me She reached for her money I said "Wait a minute, honey I believe this one is on me"
We got in my pickup We started to back up We headed on down the road We went to mi casa Ate tortillas de masa And made guacamole all night long
Guacamole (Guacamole) Guacamole (Guacamole) We'd been makin' guacamole all night long Guacamole (Guacamole) Guacamole (Guacamole) We'd been makin' guacamole all night long
"Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talkin' to some rich folk that you know Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company Well, you know I could never be alone"
If a wife and a lover could be one of the same, What a beautiful world this would be. And there would be us somewhere between lust and sitting home watching TV
