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  • Dubious W&W from C&W

    Posted by Ginny on November 18th, 2007 (All posts by )

    One of my friends finds country depressing. Kevin Fowler portrays life on the edge; so does Gretchen Wilson. They remind us of the rawness of the old Sun recordings; they portray (and perhaps are themselves), as Waylon Jennings put it, working without a net. But the danger & the fear in such highwire acts produces an energy we also feel. Lyrics after the jump.

    Kevin Fowler’s “Long Line Of Losers”

    Granddaddy was Irish Cherokee
    Ran moonshine from here to Tennessee
    Spent half his life in the Montgomery county jail

    Grandma she got drunk and left
    All her kids on her mamas front steps
    (Nobody’s) An no ones heard from here since she hightailed

    I come from long line of losers
    Half outlaw half boozer
    I was born with a shot glass in my hand
    I’m part hippy hippee a little red neck
    I’m always a suspect
    My blood line made me who I am

    Daddy never finished school
    But he shot played one mean game of pool
    Took a bullet for stealin’ cars down in Birmingham

    Mama always went to church
    Soon found out what her reasons were
    She Got caught at the local motel hotel with the preacher man

    I come from long line of losers
    Half outlaw half boozer
    I was born with a shot glass in my hand
    I’m part hippy hippee a little red neck
    I’m alway’s all ways a suspect
    My blood line made me who I am

    I come from long line of losers
    Half outlaw half boozer
    I was born with a shot glass in my hand
    I’m part hippy hippee a little red neck
    I’m alway’s all ways a suspect
    My blood line made me who I am

    I come from long line of losers
    Half outlaw half boozer
    I was born with a shot glass in my hand
    I’m part hippy hippee a little red neck
    I’m alway’s all ways a suspect
    My blood line made me who I am

    I come from a long line of losers…

    Enjoy! (from texasdirt@texasreddirt.net)

    Redneck Woman


    Well, I ain’t never been the Barbie doll type
    No, I can’t swig that sweet Champagne, I’d rather drink beer all night
    In a tavern or in a honky tonk or on a four-wheel drive tailgate
    I’ve got posters on my wall of Skynyrd, Kid and Strait
    Some people look down on me, but I don’t give a rip
    I’ll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip
    ’cause I’m a redneck woman
    I ain’t no high class broad
    I’m just a product of my raising
    I say, ‘hey ya’ll’ and ‘yee-haw’
    And I keep my Christmas lights on
    On my front porch all year long
    And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song
    So here’s to all my sisters out there keeping it country
    Let me get a big ‘hell yeah’ from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah
    Victoria’s Secret, well their stuff’s real nice
    But I can buy the same damn thing on a Wal-Mart shelf half price
    And still look sexy, just as sexy as those models on TV
    I don’t need no designer tag to make my man want me
    Well, you might think I’m trashy, a little too hardcore
    But in my neck of the woods I’m just the girl next door
    I’m a redneck woman
    I ain’t no high class broad
    I’m just a product of my raising
    I say, ‘hey y’all’ and ‘yee-haw’
    And I keep my Christmas lights on
    On my front porch all year long
    And I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song
    So here’s to all my sisters out there keeping it country
    Let me get a big ‘hell yeah’ from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah
    I’m a redneck woman
    I ain’t no high class broad
    I’m just a product of my raising
    I say, ‘hey y’all’ and ‘yee-haw’
    And I keep my Christmas lights on
    On my front porch all year long
    And I know all the words to every ol’ Bocephus song
    So here’s to all my sisters out there keeping it country
    Let me get a big ‘hell yeah’ from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah
    Hell yeah, hell yeah
    Hell yeah
    I said hell yeah!

    Working Without a Net
    Verse 1:

    Well the road can be a circus,a death defying act
    But the clowns don’t come around no more since the monkeys off my back
    I stand here on the stage,as the house lights fade to black
    Your love helps me forget,i’m working without a net

    Chorus:

    Up on the high wire,i hear the crowd begin to call
    Some want you to fly,some want to see you fall
    Now and then i stumble,but i ain’t fallen yet
    Your love helps me forget,i’m working without a net

    Verse 2:

    I used to depend on some things i did not need
    I leaned on some crutches that kept me off my feet
    Standing here without them now,well it scares me half to death
    Your love helps me forget,i’m working without a net

     

    2 Responses to “Dubious W&W from C&W”

    1. joseph hill Says:

      in the army from some time ago, when mostly the regulars were southern boys, called country shit kickin music…

    2. John Jay Says:

      I loves me some Gretchen. She’s going to be dead by 45, but still…