Dubious W&W from C&W

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