Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart...

I've got friends in low places...

Two from Son Volt ...

Can you deny there's nothing greater, nothing more,
Than the traveling hands of time?

Switching it over to AM, searching for a truer sound...
Can't recall the call letters.. Steel guitar and settle down...
Catching an all night station, somewhere in Louisiana,
It sounds like 1963, but for now, it sounds like heaven.

Ddp


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"I turned 21 in prison doin' life without parole, no one could steer me right but mama tried, mama tried..."

No love for the ladies?

"So blow you ol' blue norther.
Blow my love to me.
He's ridin' in tonight from California.
He loves his damned ol' rodeo
As much as he loves me.
Someday soon, goin' with him
Someday soon."

My brother Bill an' my other brother Jack,
Belly full o'beer and a possum in a sack.
Fifteen kids in the front porch light:
Louisiana Saturday night!

Let's put the O back in country

"Hell bent and bound for a wasted youth,
Too much gin and not enough vermouth..."

Mac Davis

You could probably take any combination of lines from Louisiana Saturday Night and it would be the greatest.

Their skin is brown as potters clay
Their eyes void of expression
Their hair as black as widow's dreams
Their dreams are all but gone
Their ancient as a vision of a sacrificial virgin
and innocent as crying from a baby being born

In my dreams you're blowing me
Some kisses...

I'm gonna beat off
All my demons...
That's what loving Jesus is all about

A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.

Not exactly a well known song, but I love the lyrics

Last night I slept with my boots on again
One cut on my forehead and one on my chin
On the hard old floor with nothing to cover up with
You got me real good girl, and I must admit
You pack a pretty mean punch for such a pretty little dish
And it's a shame, you know, most folks don't know love like this

Another one:

Have your fingers bled boy, across sin's strings
Tied to that wooden box that you're playing across your knee

Everything that I've got
Is just what I've got on
I ain't got a dime
But what I've got is mine
I ain't rich
But Lord I'm free
Amarillo by morning
Amarillo's where I'll be

"Lordy, I have loved some ladies
and I have loved Jim Beam.
And they both tried to kill me, in 1973."

Surprised this lasted until page 2.