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Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad
And cry myself to sleep
And showed me how this town can shatter dreams
Another lesson 'bout a naive fool
Who came to Babylon
And found out that the pie
Don't taste so sweet
Now it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
Lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
It's the only thing that keep me hangin' on
Ain't no glamour in this tinsle land
Of lost and wasted lives
Painful scars are all that's left of me
I wanna thank-you girl for teachin' me
Brand new ways to be cruel
Like findin' mine now I guess I'll just leave
And it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
Lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
It's the only thing that keep me hangin' on
Oh it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
Lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
It's The only thing that keep me hangin' on
It's the only thing that keep me hangin' on
It's the only thing that keep me hangin' on
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"Fast As You"
Maybe someday I'll be strong
Maybe it won't be long
I'll be the one who's tough, yeah
You'll be the one who's got it rough
It won't be long
And maybe I'll be real strong
Maybe I'll do things right
Maybe I'll start tonight
You'll learn to cry like me, girl
Baby, let's just wait and see
Maybe I'll start tonight
And do things right
You'll control me, oh, so boldly
Rule me 'til I'm free
The pain that shakes me finally makes me
Get up off of my knees
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Maybe I'll be fast as you
Maybe I'll break hearts too
But I think that you'll slow down
When your turn to hurt comes around
Maybe I'll break hearts
And be as fast as you, uh
You'll control me, oh, so boldly
Rule me 'til I'm free
The pain that shakes me finally makes me
Get up off of my knees
Maybe I'll be fast as you
Maybe I'll break hearts too
I think that you'll slow down
When your turn to hurt comes around
Maybe I'll break hearts
And be as fast as you
Maybe I'll break hearts
And be as fast as you
Oh, sucker
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7 year old Ricky Scaggs
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I have always loved this song. Living and working in Oklahoma in the 70's and 80's this was an anthem for many of us.
DAVID FRIZZELL & SHELLY WEST - YOU'RE THE REASON GOD MADE OKLAHOMA 1981 - YouTube
DAVID FRIZZELL & SHELLY WEST - YOU'RE THE REASON GOD MADE OKLAHOMA 1981 - YouTube
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Every once in awhile I still like to put on some Red Sovine, reminds me of my dad. I like anything from his time. George, Tanya, Dolly, Buck.
Willie's Roadhouse on XM has a lot of old country on it. One of the most memorable concerts I ever went to was Charley Rich in OKC. And there was always Buck Owens on He Haw. To me, the passing of George Jones has marked an end to an era. I like a huge amount of New Country but you would think all the artists were a bunch of bad asses according to their music! But it all seems so selfish and self promoting. Vanity in men is like lipstick on a pig. Conway Twitty could pull it off but I use the term "Manufactured Cowboy" with a lot of them these days.
It is like the show Nashville. I loved that show in the beginning but a season into it has made Austin Texas seem normal. Everyone sleeps with everyone, they need to rename it "Berkley" and change states and time period. The music is great on that show but it kinda puts a black eye on Music City.
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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-***** 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!
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