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Here's two from Margo Price:
WEEKENDER I went down to the county jail And turned myself in Spending all my weekends here Far from my good-timing friends Things just went from bad to worse But I don't know when The only thing I know for sure Is I ain't going back again They took me down to cellblock B After stripping off my clothes Put me in a monkey suit And threw me in the throes Like a rat in a maze A cow in the herd Or a sparrow with a broken wing Now I know the reason why The caged bird has to sing 'Cause I'm just a weekender In the Davidson County Jail And my old man, he ain't got the cash To even go my bail Should have listened to my mama And quit my life of sin Before I went backsliding again This bed is hard and the room is cold And my cellmate's got a cough She takes her meds and sleeps all day Got six more weeks til she's off She said she beat her boyfriend up While high on crack cocaine And now she sits and watches Her life go down the drain 'Cause she's just a weekender In the Davidson County Jail Her old man ain't got the cash To even go her bail She should have listened to her mama And quit her life of sin Before she went backsliding again Walk into some other room They tried to make me eat Red-dyed gravy, cardboard bread And something that looked like meat One tough girl from cellblock C Picked a fight with the man at the desk Mighty soon was sent back to her room And I bet you know the rest 'Cause we're all just weekenders In the Davidson County Jail My old man ain't got the cash To even call my bail Should have listened to the good Lord Maybe quit my life of sin Before I went backsliding again Before I went backsliding again ALL AMERICAN MADE I woke up from a movie I immediately forgot Got a heartache on the bottom and a headache on the top The part of me that hurts the worst is the one that just can't spot And it's all American made Well, everywhere I go, somebody puts me in the dirt And everything I say, somebody says they said it first But I don't need ten million, baby, just give me one that works It's all American made Well, all the Midwest farms are turning into plastic homes And my uncle started drinking when the bank denied the loan But now it's liver failure and his mad cows being cloned And it's all American made Well I have been all over but I can't help feelin' stuck Something in my bloodline or something in my gut Says go to California in a rusty pickup truck That's all American made 1987 and I didn't know it then Reagan was selling weapons to the leaders of Iran But it won't be the first time, baby, and it won't be the end They were all American made But I just a child, unaware of the effects Raised on sports and Jesus and all the usual suspects So tell me, Mr. Petty, what do you think will happen next? It's all American made And I wonder if the President gets much sleep at night And if the folks on welfare are making it all right But I'm dreaming of that highway, baby, that stretches out of sight It's all American made It's all American made It's all American made |
Gordon Lightfoot, who he?
I’ve just discovered Gordon Lightfoot, who is 80 and still touring in Ontario. He’s acoustic and electric “folk”, and has written more songs than anybody, especially Bob Dylan. I’m looking at his lyrics now and then. I fear Lightfoot’s own Nobel Prize sank in Hudson Bay.
Gordon Lightfoot lyrics, alphabetical: http://www.gordonlightfoot.com/songs.shtml https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Lightfoot 2019 tour schedule: http://www.gordonlightfoot.com/Gordo....asp#april2019 A link to a goofy very short bio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9LpeEEoKEE |
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