A New Country Song
A NEW COUNTRY SONG
I was ravaged today
by
three country songs
on the truck radio
each moaning the lyrics
". . daddy's pickup truck"
and "the Georgia mud"
while whining that
"she was leavin' me!".
(God! What woman
would not leave if that was
all she ever heard from him
or ANYONE ELSE!)
I reckon he lost
because
the fourth song I heard
had ". . . drink a beer!"
finishing each and every line!
Is there no shame no style
no class no original music
anymore?
Even David Allen Coe trashed
better, with his "The Perfect
Country and Western Song".
At least the drunken pickup
driver was meeting his jailbird
mama, not daddy, in the rain
and crashed his own pickup
into the train!
Oh Waylon, Kris, Willie, Tom Paul
Chet, Loretta, Bill, Lester, Roy
and all you others un-named un-tamed
legends! what have you
let happen?
Where are the lonesome, snow white
doves, the mule train sorrows,
the wildwood flowers, the Tennessee waltzes,
the shotgun willies or the Luckenbach wails
of songs gone by?
Why was I ravaged today
by
The flashing neon sign
re-echoed ghosts
of disturbed country music,
not re-assured by soulful
originality?
Are we no longer able
to compose, to play
in a twitterless world
of art, creativity, quality?
Alas we have lost; I want
to scream!
"Turn off the radio, the IPOD,
close the door!"
I will spin my LP's once more,
crash my pickup into daddy's garage
and listen to Les Paul and Mary Ford,
. . . end my culture, and
. . . "drink a beer!".
Copyright © Fritz Crytzer | Year Posted 2016
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