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The old man was covered with tattoos and scars
He got some in prison and others in bars
The rest he got workin' on old junk cars in the daytime
They looked like tombstones in our yard
And I never seen him when he wasn't tired and mean
He sold used parts to make ends meet
Covered with grease from his head to his feet
Cussin' the sweat and the Texas heat and mosquiters
And the neighbors said we lived like hicks
But they brung their cars for pa to fix anyhow
He was veteran-proud tried and true
He'd fought till his heart was black and blue
Didn't know how he'd made it through the hard times
He bought our house on the GI Bill
But it wasn't worth all he had to kill to git it
He drank pearl in a can and Jack Daniels black
Chewed tobacco from a mail pouch sack
Had an old dog that was trained to attack sometimes
He'd get drunk and mean as a rattlesnake
And there wasn't too much that he would take from a stranger
There were thirteen kids and a bunch of dogs
A house full of chickens and a yard full of hogs
I spent the summertime cuttin' up logs for the winter
Tryin' like the devil to find the Lord
Workin' like a nigger for my room and board
Coal-burin' stove no natural gas if that ain't country I'll kiss your ass
If that ain't country it'll hairlip the pope
If that ain't country it's a damn good joke
I've seen the Grand Ole Opry and I've met Johnny Cash
If that ain't country I'll kiss your ass
[ steel ]
Mama sells eggs at a grocery store my oldest sister is a first-rate whore
Dad says she can't come home anymore and he means it
Ma just sits and keeps her silence
Sister she left cause dad got violent and he knows it
Mama she's old far beyond her time
From chopping tobacco and I've seen her cryin'
When blood started flowin' from her calloused hand and it hurt me
She'd just keep workin' tryin' to help the old man
To the end of one row and back again like always
She's been through hell since junior went to jail
When the lights go out she ain't never failed
To get down on her knees and pray because she loves him
Told all the neighbors he was off in the war
Fightin' for freedom he's good to the core and she's proud
Now our place was a graveyard for automobiles
At the end of the porch there was four stacks of wheels
And tires for sale for a dollar or two cash
There was fifty holes in an old tin roof
Me and my family we was livin' proof
The people who forgot about poor white trash
And if that ain't country I'll kiss your ass
If that ain't country...
I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes concerning the great speckled bird
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels and went back to the wild side of life
He got some in prison and others in bars
The rest he got workin' on old junk cars in the daytime
They looked like tombstones in our yard
And I never seen him when he wasn't tired and mean
He sold used parts to make ends meet
Covered with grease from his head to his feet
Cussin' the sweat and the Texas heat and mosquiters
And the neighbors said we lived like hicks
But they brung their cars for pa to fix anyhow
He was veteran-proud tried and true
He'd fought till his heart was black and blue
Didn't know how he'd made it through the hard times
He bought our house on the GI Bill
But it wasn't worth all he had to kill to git it
He drank pearl in a can and Jack Daniels black
Chewed tobacco from a mail pouch sack
Had an old dog that was trained to attack sometimes
He'd get drunk and mean as a rattlesnake
And there wasn't too much that he would take from a stranger
There were thirteen kids and a bunch of dogs
A house full of chickens and a yard full of hogs
I spent the summertime cuttin' up logs for the winter
Tryin' like the devil to find the Lord
Workin' like a nigger for my room and board
Coal-burin' stove no natural gas if that ain't country I'll kiss your ass
If that ain't country it'll hairlip the pope
If that ain't country it's a damn good joke
I've seen the Grand Ole Opry and I've met Johnny Cash
If that ain't country I'll kiss your ass
[ steel ]
Mama sells eggs at a grocery store my oldest sister is a first-rate whore
Dad says she can't come home anymore and he means it
Ma just sits and keeps her silence
Sister she left cause dad got violent and he knows it
Mama she's old far beyond her time
From chopping tobacco and I've seen her cryin'
When blood started flowin' from her calloused hand and it hurt me
She'd just keep workin' tryin' to help the old man
To the end of one row and back again like always
She's been through hell since junior went to jail
When the lights go out she ain't never failed
To get down on her knees and pray because she loves him
Told all the neighbors he was off in the war
Fightin' for freedom he's good to the core and she's proud
Now our place was a graveyard for automobiles
At the end of the porch there was four stacks of wheels
And tires for sale for a dollar or two cash
There was fifty holes in an old tin roof
Me and my family we was livin' proof
The people who forgot about poor white trash
And if that ain't country I'll kiss your ass
If that ain't country...
I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes concerning the great speckled bird
I didn't know God made honky tonk angels and went back to the wild side of life
Lyrics submitted by Captain Cornflake
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I'm not exactly sure if he's racist, though. He says he isn't. Using the N-word isn't a clear indicator of racism; especially back when he wrote this song. In the small all-white town I grew up, I've heard it quite often (not saying I agree with it). And all these people aren't racist. I guess they think if there aren't any black people around then they won't be offended by it, lol. Rap and hip-hop "artists" use the word all the time, and I don't think they're racist. Though it is possible I guess, lol.
President Obama is not like this. Nor is Chris Rock who so aptly pointed out the serious dysfunction and criminality associated with modern Black culture. I voted for Obama and wholeheartedly agree with Chris Rock that a ratio of screwed up people within the Black community is drastically higher than probably any other major minority in the USA, Chris Rock was wise to point out that it is Black people themselves who suffer the most from the degenerate types within the culture. They don't much bother me. Well except for my higher taxes as a direct result of pulling the weight of welfare moms and the millions of Black men incarcerated in penal institutions. And I'll even agree with you in advance that perhaps half the Black men in prison are there on trumped up charges. Or that just because they're Black they get punished more severely by the system. Fair enough?
Having said that I will still insist that Black culture is a huge failure to itself and the world at large. And instead of looking around for "Whities be such ba-ad racists"??
You ought to point the finger at that a--hole who holds up a 7/11 store. Or the one who harasses his own grandmother for her tiny social security check each month. Aka "Elder abuse" at the hands of the lazy and cowardly. When he could have just gone out and got a job to support himself. His kind runs deep and through the Black community. You know. You've see them every day. Good for nothing types you can't trust with a mere ten bucks of your money. Not for even the distance your eyes can see. Once they are out of your line of sight?
"They be gone with yo money...".
So can we please stop putting down good White people like David Allan Coe for simply stating the obvious ugly FACTS???
I worked with a young Black man just last week. He did okay the first day but wanted me to front him his next day's pay in advance. Nice guy that I am I obliged him. Gave him his full day's pay in advance. Even though I knew that he'd be the typical lazy ass, lying young Black man who wouldn't return the next day for work he'd already been paid for.
And of course I was right. A total no show the next day. Just one of many many major dysfunctions within YOUR CULTURE dude. Not mine son. We are with some exceptions far more trustworthy. And you know it's true. David Allan Coe's pointing out the obvious is more your shame than his.
As for me? If I can possibly get away with it I will never hire a Black person of any kind again unless I know them well. We can't trust you. And again:
This is YOUR SHAME. Not mine. Nor David Allan Coe's either.