Friday, May 02, 2008

Ya know - every now and then I need to get back to my roots - my redneck ones. You know kick off ya shoes, have bleach blonde hair with 1 inch thick dark roots where it growed out, wear ya over-alls, chew on some hay kinda roots. That's what I aim to do here today. Now this is probably my all time favorite bar song....it just don't come no better than this right here. And while some of you might be drinking coffee or sody pop (cause ya'll read in the mornin') - for my sake - pretend its an ice cold beer, in a frosty long neck bottle.....can ya see it....

Turn up your speakers and hit play....and sing with me...sing it loud and proud and nice and twangy...it just don't get much better than this folks.....





Well, it was all
That I could do to keep from cryin'
Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard, anymore
Even though you're on my fightin' side

CHORUS:
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me (the bar sings let me let me let me)
And I never minded standin' in the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name

Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book (Hello, Hello)
And I've seen it on the signs where I've played
But the only time I know
I’ll I know I'll hear David Allan Coe
Is when Jesus has his final judgement day

So I'll hang around as long as you will let me (the bar sings let me let me let me)
And I never minded standin' in the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name

Spoken:
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country and western song
I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was not the perfect country and western song because he hadn't said anything at all about Mama,
Or trains,
Or trucks,
Or prison,
Or gettin drunk
Well he sat down and wrote another verse to the song
And he sent it to me,
And after reading it,
I realized that my friend had written the perfect country & western song
And I felt obliged to include it on this album
The last verse go like this here:

Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me (the bar sings let me let me let me)
And I never minded standin' in the rain
ooohhhh but you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me
Well I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name

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