I have to admit that I am a little stuck musically. I have some good stuff on my MP3 but it’s been there a while. The boys told me of some good current Christian stuff and I have some of that. I have some old 80’s and 90’s pop that I like, but honestly, I spent all of the 90’s listening to Barney’s sing along songs and I kinda lost an entire music decade. There starting to call the songs of my youth ‘the oldies’ and this disturbs me a little bit.
I like country but you have to wade through so much ‘my husband left me, my truck won’t run so I’m gonna go kick the dog’ type music that it is sometimes overwhelming.
So this morning, B is off working his mowing jobs (that I don’t have to drive him to anymore Praise the Lord!) and D took the other kids to help his brother move (yeah, that is gonna work real well, but I’m not about to tell him that and mess up my quiet morning) and I am alone with the remote in a quiet house!
I flipped channels a bit while I was surfing the net, and I landed on the Country Music Channel. Cool! Didn’t really even know that was there, that should show you how much I get to hold the remote.
Here are two of the songs I heard. And yes, I did have to wade through a few ‘my husband left me, my truck won’t run so I’m gonna go kick the dog’ songs, but that is what the mute button is for.
Letter To Me by Brad Paisley
If I could write a letter to me and send it back in time to myself at 17
First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed
There's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid (Um, yeah, not so fond of that particular line)
And then I'd say I know it's tough when you break up after seven months
And yeah, I know you really liked her, and it just don't seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast, and it's rare.
Chorus:
And oh, you got so much going for you, going right
But I know at 17, it's hard to see past Friday night
She wasn't right for you
And still you feel like there's a knife sticking out of your back
And you're wondering if you'll survive*but*
You'll make it through this and you'll see
You're still around to write this letter to me.
At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
Always stop completely
Don't just tap your brakes
And when you get a date with Bridgett
Make sure the tank is full
On second thought forget it
That one turns out kinda cool
Each and every time you have a fight
Just assume you're wrong and dad is right
And you should really thank Mrs. Brinkman
She spent so much extra time
It's like *she sees* the diamond underneath
And she's polishing you 'til you shine.
Chorus:
And oh, you got so much going for you, going right
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
Tonight's the bonfire rally but you're staying home instead
Because if you fail algebra, mom and dad will kill you dead *but*
Trust me you'll squeak by and get a C
And you're still around to write this letter to me.
You've got so much *up* ahead
You'll make new friends, you should see your kids and wife
And I'd end by saying have no fear
These are nowhere near the best years of your life.
I guess I'll see you in the mirror
When you're a grown man
P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can.
Chorus:
And oh, you got so much going for you, going right
But I know at 17, it's hard to see past Friday night
I wish you'd study Spanish
I wish you'd take a typing class
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be
I'd say have a little faith, and you'll see.
If I could write a letter to me, to me...
Small Town Southern Man by Alan Jackson
Born the middle son of a farmer
And a small town southern man
Like his daddy’s daddy before him
Brought up workin’ on the land
Fell in love with a small town woman
And they married up and settled down
Natural way of life if you’re lucky
For a small town Southern man
First there came four pretty daughters
For this small town Southern man
Then a few years later came another
A boy, he wasn’t planned
Seven people living all together
In a house built with his own hands
Little words with love and understanding
From a small town Southern man
Chorus
And he bowed his head to Jesus
And he stood for Uncle Sam
And he only loved one woman
He was always proud of what he had
He said his greatest contribution
Is the ones you leave behind
Raised on the ways and gentle kindness
Of a small town Southern man
Raised on the ways and gentle kindness
Of a small town Southern man
Callous hands told the story
For this small town Southern man
He gave it all to keep it all together
And keep his family on his land
Like his daddy, years wore out his body
Made it hard just to walk and stand
You can break the back
But you can’t break the spirit
Of a small town Southern man
Chorus
And he bowed his head to Jesus
And he stood for Uncle Sam
And he only loved one woman
He was always proud of what he had
He said his greatest contribution
Is the ones you leave behind
Raised on the ways and gentle kindness
Of a small town Southern man
Raised on the ways and gentle kindness
Of a small town Southern man
Finally death came callin’
For this small town Southern man
He said it’s alright ’cause I see angels
And they got me by the hand
Don’t you cry, and don’t you worry
I’m blessed, and I know I am
‘Cause God has a place in Heaven
For a small town Southern man
Chorus
And he bowed his head to Jesus
And he stood for Uncle Sam
And he only loved one woman
He was always proud of what he had
He said his greatest contribution
Is the ones you leave behind
Raised on the ways and gentle kindness
Of a small town Southern man
Raised on the ways and gentle kindness
Of a small town Southern man
See? Don’t you just kinda go Ahh, after you read those poetic lyrics? So, okay, it’s certainly not Ralph Waldo Emerson, but it’s kinda purty.
Now that you’ve gotten your dose of culture you may go on about your day.
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