Rev. Erudite Redneck, B.S., B.S., M.A., M.Div.

Report back in -- we don't want Merle doing you in!
 

I just purchased some Merle recently. 'The Fighting Side of Me-Live in Philadelphia'. Sometime middle '60's. He does a stellar version of "I Take A Lot of Pride In What I Am" on there. On that same day, I bought the Dean Martin version of same. Different, but appropos, nonetheless.
Dickel, huh? "Ain't Nothin' Better", it says on the label. I'm more of a Old Forester, Maker's Mark, green-label Jack guy, myself, but I've turned it loose with George a couple times. Here in Portland, there's a bluegrass band called the Dickel Brothers.
 

The first thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin',
And a youngun's dream of growin' up to ride,
On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I'm bound.
And no one could change my mind but Momma Tried.

One and only Rebel child from a fam'ly meek and mild
My momma seemed to to know what lay in store,
'Spite all my Sunday learnin' towards the bad I kept on turnin',
'Til momma couldn't hold me anymore.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole,
No one could steer me right but Momma Tried, Momma Tried
Momma Tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied
And that leaves only me to blame, cause Momma Tried

Dear ole' daddy, rest his soul left my mom a heavy load,
She tried so very hard to feel his shoes,
Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right but I refused.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole,
No one could steer me right but Momma Tried, Momma Tried
Momma Tried to raise me better but her pleading I denied
And that leaves only me to blame, cause Momma Tried...

I love Merl...he goes well with aged Wild Turkey. :) Interesting blog you have here.

RebelAngel
 

Trixie, I am alive and well, and turnin' to a proved antidote: Fried chiken and white bread. Can of mustard greens nuked in the RadarRange. :-)

Rich, Excellent acquisitions! I have a soft spot in my heart for ol' Dean for his Gold Diggers, his unabashjed drinkin' ON TV, his work with J. Wayne and the fact that Mama ER loved him enough to buy one of them fancy new 8-tracks back in the day. ... You and Dickel need to get more acquainted: "Water's for sprinklin' -- Dickel's for drinkin'," ol' Merle hisself once said in an ad for 'em. Note in the sidebar, if you can find it, my link to the "Water Conservation Society."

RebAngel, Thanks fer stoppin' by! Please come back and let's be friends. :-) Merle rules. And I still cry 'cause the first firewater that ever touched my lips was 86-proof Turkey, at Lock & Dam 13 of the McClellan(sp?)-Kerr Navigational System on the Arkansas River, in eastern Oklahoma. ;-)
 

Hey ER,
You know I am a Merle fan from way back..I have a memory, when I was
lost in the sunny state of Calif.
One I received a video from you
BB. I had the paw paw bottoms in it
with all the noices of the bugs in
the hot part of the summer. I also
had my best friend narriating the
the sights.
It made me get a beer, put on Merle
I was sitting on the floor in the
living room singing "Think I will
set here and drink" I had on head
phones so no one could hear any
thing but my terrrible voice
wailing away..The lady I was staying
with came and asked if I could
go out side as she was trying to
talk on the phone..By this time
it was more than one beer and
there was more crying than singing.

I went out on the front porch to
continue my crying in my beer.
Only to upset the dog across the
street. Who started howling at the
sound of my singing. Well crap
did I ever need a dirt road.

I went back into the house and
got in the shower surely it
would drownd the sound of my
sorrow..But alas the punding
on the bathroom door, told me
it had not..

I am kinda feeling like that
again.. So I can not wait to
see you this weekend..I can
do Friday night better..
 

JD, a fine time will be had by all. :-)
 

Hey now, that kind of rote gutbucket crying-in-yer-beer music actually sorta cheers me up!