Saturday, September 11, 2010

Country music

I don't often listen to country music anymore. It's too poppy. Today, though, it seemed fitting, so I put on K92. Toby Keith "I Love This Bar" was on. I love Toby Keith. One of my most favorite memories ever was going to his concert in Orlando, sponsored by the NRA, that was part of Charlton Heston's final round of public appearances. Before the concert started, Mr. and Mrs. Heston came out on stage and Mr. Heston waved to the crowd before his wife helped him walk back. The standing ovation he received must have lasted for 20 minutes. No one wanted the moment to end. It was awesome.

After "I Love This Bar" ended, I heard a song I'd never heard before. I think I might have to turn K92 on more often. Here it is:

Artist: Thompson Josh
Song: Way Out Here
Album: Way Out Here



Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun
And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome son
Our necks are burnt, our roads are dirt and our trucks ain't clean
The dogs run lose, we smoke, we chew and fry everything
Out here, way out here

(Chorus)
We won't take a dime if we ain't earned it
When it comes to weight brother we pull our own
If it's our backwoods way of livin' you're concerned with
You can leave us alone
We're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here

We got a fightin' side a mile wide but we pray for peace
'Cause it's mostly us that end up servin' overseas
If it was up to me I'd love to see this country run
Like it used to be, oughta be, just like it's done
Out here, way out here

(Chorus)
We won't take a dime if we ain't earned it
When it comes to weight brother we pull our own
If it's our backwoods way of livin' you're concerned with
You can leave us alone
We're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here

We won't take a dime if we ain't earned it
When it comes to weight brother we pull our own
If it's our backwoods way of livin' you're concerned with
You can leave us alone
We're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here, way out here

Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun
And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome son

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