Bucky
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Wed Dec-31-08 10:29 AM
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I wanna hear George Jones. My heart ain't a-ready For the Rollin' Stones. I don't feel like rockin' Since my baby's gone... So don't rock the juke box Play me a country song!
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Ptah
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Wed Dec-31-08 10:40 AM
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1. I like this youtube version |
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Wed Dec-31-08 10:44 AM
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jobycom
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Wed Dec-31-08 10:49 AM
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3. Bubba shot the jukebox. Last night. |
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Said it played a sad song, he didn't like. Went to his truck and got a .45.
Reckless discharge of a gun, that's what the officers' is claimin'. Bubba hollered out "Reckless Hell, I hit just where I was aimin'!"
He could not tell right from wrong through the teardrops in his eyes. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, it was a justifiable homocide.
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Shell Beau
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Wed Dec-31-08 11:43 AM
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4. I love that one!! I am not a huge country fan but there are some |
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Edited on Wed Dec-31-08 11:44 AM by Shell Beau
goodies!
Also love-
Papa drove a truck nearly all his life You know it drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife The part she couldn't handle was the being alone I guess she needed more to hold than just a telephone Papa called Mama each and every night Just to ask her how she was and if us kids were alright Mama would wait for that call to come in When Daddy'd hang up she was gone again
Mama was a looker Lord, how she shined Papa was a good'n But the jealous kind Papa loved Mama Mama loved men Mama's in the graveyard Papa's in the pen
Well it was bound to happen and one night it did Papa came home and it was just us kids He had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine If he was lookin' to surprise us he was doin' fine I heard him cry for Mama up and down the hall Then I heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall That old diesel engine made an eerie sound When Papa fired it up and headed into town
Well the picture in the paper showed the scene real well Papa's rig was buried in the local motel The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear He never hit the brakes and he was shifting gears
Mama was a looker Lord, how she shined Papa was a good'n But the jealous kind Papa loved Mama Mama loved men Mama's in the graveyard Papa's in the pen
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Wed Dec-31-08 12:24 PM
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He was brilliant for a few years. The Elvis of country, given how much he raised and changed the standards of the industry in the early nineties.
Too bad the Nashville music executives regained control. My favorite line about country music is from Ray Wylie Hubbard's "Conversation with the Devil," about a dream of going to Hell, and having a back and forth conversation with the Devil. The singer is asking the Devil about whose going to Heaven. "What you won't find up in Heaven are christian coalition right wing conservatives, Country program directors and Nashville record executives." The singer's response: "Now I said I've made some mistakes, but I'm not as bad as those guys..."
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