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Here's the original version, which is shitlord in its own right (and a good fucking story):




And here's the newer version (1988), which is more applicable to today's social situation. True shitlord status here:

Post: #52

As a kid, we lived in the hills on the outskirts of town. We'd spend all day out in the woods playing, chasing animals, finding dead stuff, and doing things we weren't supposed to. Then at night we'd warm up by the woodstove, and dad would play the guitar. He didn't talk much, didn’t sing, so I didn't know the names of the songs he played or even what the music was called. Sometimes he'd pick up the banjo or harmonica. Mom listened to the country station during the day.

When I was a young teen we moved to the sticks where ironically I first heard rap music. Everyone loved NWA, Biz Markie, etc. Running around in Raiders jackets, LA Kings jerseys, and white sox caps. We didn't live there long, I only mention this to put things in perspective, gangster rap was in its heyday when I lived in the country. We moved back to the city and in the trailer parks is when I discovered Bocephus and put him on blast in between bouts of The Chronic. Family Tradition had a special meaning to me because of this feeling that things were sure different in my dad's time than in mine. I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same, my son will face the same kind of mind-fuck on a whole new level. Country Boy Can Survive was a big “F You” to the comparatively rich, preppy kids I went to school with. I like to have women I’ve never had gave voice to an adolescent urge to get my dick wet, and offered something different than Too Short. Kaw-liga was non-pc back in the nineties, a white man singing about wooden Indians.

I didn’t ‘get’ Waylon until I was a little older and first heard the song that took me back to the woodstove. As soon as I heard the opening riff on Ramblin Man I recognized it as a song that dad played all the time on his guitar.

If you can’t tell, I love all kinds of country music now but Hank Jr. was the gateway drug.

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If you look past their hipster looks, these guys are pretty good musicians. Steel guitar player is solid. If only they had a vocalist...

Anyways, a touching tribute to smooth p*ssy.

Shaved like a razor

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drunk Hank Jr. is woke as F

Post: #57

I'd like to submit this one for honorary inclusion:





Well my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my daddy and his daddy before
You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here
He only come to town about twice a year

He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
'Fore my time but I've been told
He never come back from Copperhead Road

Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big black Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside

Well him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin' sound
When the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road

I volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first, 'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Columbia and Mexico
I just plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
And now the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from Charlie don't you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road

God save us from people who mean well. -storm

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One of my favorites! It is crazy how many of the "Outlaw Country" greats talked about blow! Could only imagine what it was like back then.