Posted on 12/06/2013 6:58:01 PM PST by HiTech RedNeck
So NOW tell me why you posted this thread. LOL. FRiend.
Maybe someone would be inspired. Or could suggest something be done differently. One person’s trash is the next person’s treasure. No accounting for taste.
No Hard Times--Jimmie Rodgers
Well, yer from Tennessee so you can be a Redneck like me, from Oklahoma.
Nutting bout Momma? Train? Jail and in the Rain?
Well I was borned in Kain tuckey.
But I spent most of my career in Chicago. Recent events brought me to Nashville.
“Fred” here (Pat) told me enough stuff to write a very interesting song, if I wanted to.
Kind of interesting sounding, though I can’t make the lyrics out too well from that. I probably can find them on Google though.
I came up with something along those lines independently. It’s a cowboy song “Get A Yeehaw On” when our hero finds himself with a dead horse and uncooperative cattle, or jilted by a lover, or sick half to death. (”Praise the Lord and get a yeehaw on/Get a yeehaw on”) I gave a melody to my buddy Ronnie who will eventually get a demo sung and produced.
Kain Tucky is still Redneck country
Speaking of weather, how about dust storms?
I know I’m a sick man but in 1983, during the flood of Tulsa, I actually called into a radio station and requested “5 feet high and rising” by Johnny Cash.
Went looking for my brother in the rain and seemed every street I turned onto or drove past was flooded.
After a while I gave up and went home. Being on the hill at 16th and Denver I wasn’t going to get flooded but, I did have a gal over in her Catherine Bach, Daisy Duke shorts and we enjoyed the hot tub....in the rain....
Kissed that angel good morning and found that her truck had broke down.
Drove her all the way to Muskogee and then went an saw some friends over on the Cherokee Nation and we went squirrel hunting.
Never understand the thrill of squirrel hunting. It’s like gigging frogs. Just ain’t enough meat to make it worth while.
Still, his Mom loved squirrel. Them peoplez eez nutz.
On my way home I stopped at Lake Ten Killer and caught a couple nice large mouth bass.
As I made my way back to Tulsa, I came upon Inola, OK and a train wagon of buggys from the Mennonites.
I looked at each buggy and wondered “Man, if Kelly McGillis is in one of them things she’s going home with me.
No luck and I wondered who in the heck would forego modern conveniences just to live a life of piety.
Not me.
By the time I got home the flood waters had subsided.
I fileted the fish, cooked up some asparagus and baked the fish in dill, lemon and a couple pats of butter.
Man! That was sohhhh!!! Good and even better since I had caught dinner myself...
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