Best Waylon Poems
Country isn't country anymore
Every time I listen, I get a little sore
They forgot about the trains
Mama's eyes and summer rains
Daddy's hands and growing pains
Country isn't country anymore
Now they still wear hats and cowboy boots
But they are no longer holding to their roots
They are getting it all wrong
It's just not a country song
We all can't sing along
Country isn't country anymore.
Let me hear Hank sing Your Cheatin' Heart
Kris and Johnny can tear your soul apart
A sad song can make you cry
Drink all night and say goodbye
She's gone, I wonder why
Country isn't country anymore
Patsy, Merle and Waylon are all gone
There's not too many left to carry on
The sound of a steel guitar
Sawdust and a rowdy bar
Where an outlaw is a star
Country isn't country anymore
Johnny Cash surely paid for his crime
Singing the blues while he served his time
Sang his heart out in prison
Till his spirits had risen
Joined the "Outlaw" singers in his prime
Written for the Behind Bars Blues contest
The "Outlaws" included Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Kris Kristopherson and Waylon
Jennings. They earned this title because the Grand Ole Opry refused to let them
perform there.
Take This Stinking Keyboard And Shove It
(Tribute to Johnny Paycheck)
Take this stinking keyboard and shove it
I ain't awritin' here no damn more.
Gone is my inspiration, O' how I loved it
damn it flew right out the back door!
My muse, she done left me in a hard pinch
with another unfinished score.
Wicked her anger and she don't give an inch
no matter how hard I implore.
Last night her fleeing with my heartaches
she dared called me "poetic bore".
I write and rewrite, no matter how many takes
my poems still hit the damn floor!
So take this damn old pen and just shove it
I ain't penning here no more.
Gone is the ardor, O' how I dearly loved it
down so very deep in my core.
My muse, she done ran away all ascreamin'
raced away to a foreign shore.
This is a damn nightmare, I ain't adreamin'
never been this damn bad before!
Take this stinking keyboard and shove it
I ain't awritin' here no damn more.
Gone is my inspiration, O' how I loved it
damn it flew right out the back door!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-25-2015
Note : Tribute given to Johnny Paycheck, for his version
of , "Take This Job and Shove It" , with additional tribute
to the musical genius , singer/songwriter David Allan Coe ..
(1.)- Johnny Paycheck
Donald Eugene Lytle (May 31, 1938 – February 19, 2003),
better known by his stage name Johnny Paycheck,[1] was
an American country music singer, multi-instrumentalist
and Grand Ole Opry member most famous for recording the
David Allan Coe song "Take This Job and Shove It". He
achieved his greatest success in the 1970s as a major
force in country music's "Outlaw Movement" popularized
by artists such as David Allan Coe, Waylon Jennings,
Willie Nelson, Billy Joe Shaver, and Merle Haggard.
In the 1980s, his music career slowed for drug, alcohol
and legal problems. He served a prison sentence in the
early 1990s and his declining health effectively ended
his career in early 2000.
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!".
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
My friends all liked the Beatles
But, that was not my thing
I liked to hear the fiddle
To hear the joy burst from the strings
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
I remember me and Grandad
Listening to the radio
We would listen to the Opry
While my friends went to the show
Johnny Cash, The Gatlins,
Grandpa Jones, and Old Hank Snow
I was raised on country music
I just wanted you to know
I loved the feeling I would get
when I heard a country tune
Singing about trucks and girls
And a golden Tennessee Moon
Charlie Daniels, Jimmy Dean
The Judds, and Roger Miller
Willie, Waylon, Tom T. Hall
and Jerry Lee...the Killer
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
My friends all liked the Beatles
But, that was not my thing
I liked to hear the fiddle
To hear the joy burst from the strings
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
Country lost it's western
and Rock it lost it's roll
But, still old country music
Those tunes just made me whole
I learned all of the lyrics
And I love to hear them sing
I grew up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was King
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
My friends all liked the Beatles
But, that was not my thing
I liked to hear the fiddle
To hear the joy burst from the strings
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
COUNTRY MUSIC
I was ravaged today
by
three consecutive country songs
on the radio while driving
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!"
ending each and every line!
Is there no shame of style
anymore?
Even David Allen Coe trashed
better, with "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
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 of songs gone by?
Why was I ravaged today
by
The flashing neon sign ghosts
of disturbed country music, and not
pleasured by delicate originality?
Are we no longer able to compose,
play in a twitterless world
of art, creativity and valued songs?
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,
. . . "drink a beer!".
Ain’t Nuthin To Do in Lubbock
By David J Walker
The Killer came to town
Jerry lee Lewis and his pal
Jim Ed Brown
Playin at the municipal coliseum
To a sell out crowd
Payin up to 5 bucks
Just to see ‘em playin loud
But… that Ain’t Nuthin
Cause Asleep At The Wheel an
Jerry Jeff Walker an The Mains Brothers,
Waylon n Willie and a lot of others
Includin Alvin Crow were still knocking em dead at
Back to back weekend shows
At the Cotton Club
While all the musicians in town
went to see Stevie Ray V
wailing on his fender
At Stubbs where Lou kept the BBQ ribs
And the cold beer comin
Joe Ely was there being cool
playin pool
tradin licks Jesse guitar Taylor
And Some fool still says….
Ain’t nuthin to do in Lubbock
WAYLON, WILLIE, MINNIE, LORETTA, AND --KEITH RICHARDS???
(AIN'T NO COUNTRY MUSIC ANYMORE)
There ain't no country music in this town.
Cain't go out drinkin whisky all night long.
can't find no decent juke box anywhere around.
There ain't no country music in this town.
I heard Keith Richards singing Willie's song.
That's why country's gone so goddam wrong.
I don't hear nobody wailin' anywhere in town.
There ain't no country music in this town.
There ain't no country music I can sing.
There ain't no country gitars like there been.
It's more like country jammin slammin on the bar.
There ain't no country music in this town.
There ain't no ladies left like Minnie Pearl
Theire aint much hope without 'em for this world
don't hear Loretta singing, anywhere around
Theire ain't no country music in this town.
There ain't no country music anymore.
I had enough of country rock and roll.
There ain't no fiddles playin down on Music Row.
There ain't no country music in this town.
© Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet
aka Ron Wilson
Dion Warwick shook me awake this morning
unfairly accusing me of being a 'Heartbreaker'
Over coffee, Neil Diamond chimed in
with his girlfriend 'Sweet Caroline'
The Allman Brothers piled in my car
and did a punishing version of 'Whippin' Post'
J. S. Bach pranced with precision beside me at work
conducting 'Brandenburg Concertos'
Cocky ole Waylon Jennings relieved him after lunch
braggin' that he was a 'Honky-Tonk Hero'
Aretha Franklin nagged me all the way home
claiming I didn't show enough 'Respect'
Jimi Hendrix freaked me out in the shower
with a shocking dose of 'Purple Haze'
Had dinner at 'MacArthur's Park' with Donna Summer
(They served some rather soggy cake for dessert)
Then the whole gang treated me to an evening concert
by the Royal Scottish Bagpipes performing 'Amazing Grace'
Wiping my tears, I bid them God's speed and goodnight
Can't WAIT to see who's on tap for tomorrow...
I have no car, I have no wife, Guess that's the story of my life
Got married in my early twenties
Had no car, Had no money
I fell in love with this girl named Honey
Got a part-time job mowing grass
Finally had a little chance
Bought a new TV, Black n white
Always in bed early, tossed and turned every night
My Honey went to work at a local store
Wasnt a Walmart, Not one in sight
But that soon changed overnight
Bought a used Pinto , Thought i was class
A little bitty car didn't use much gas
Bought a little kitten, Then a pup
Then the Pinto and I ran outta luck
Got hit in the rear the damn car blew up
Really put me in a rut
Had some burns a few minor cuts
Think my Honey was gonna go nuts
Honey its ok im all right
"Well, how do I get to work tonight? "
At the store where she worked, she ended up in a fight
Went to jail 4 days 3 nights
Then when I thought I couldn't take any more
She ran off with the guy next door
There I was no car, no life no money
No little girl I called Honey
Turned on the radio what do I hear?
Willie n Waylon crying in beer
Think that's bad, They should be here
Had no glass, much less a beer
Had to get a job close to my tent, Had no money to pay no rent
Found a job 2 miles away
Pumpin gas, So little pay
Met a girl I liked a lot
2 months later we tied the knot
Sure wasnt gonna call her Honey
She made my life bright, called her Sunny
Then 2 months later, it sure wasn't funny
She worked in a bank, Stole a lot of money
Put in prison, 10 to 20
Not gonna mention the other 3 wives
I'm just lucky to survive
It all comes down to this
None of them do I miss
But all in all, Lifes ok
I'm still alive in the USA
Still No Car, Still No Money
But that's ok, Life is funny
Don't need No car, No Wife, No Money
Cossack Cowboys
Riding Llamas
That they dress
In pink pajamas
Teeny boppers
Blowing bubbles
Biker chicks
Causing trouble
Nuns in Habits
Punks in chains
One or two
Of the deranged
Rubbing Buddha belly
Cravers
And the band
Harvey Danger
David Bowie
Elton John
Both of them
With Spacesuits on
Vegetarians
Eating chicken
Love it fried
Finger licking
In a line to
Meet and greet Obama
Now I wish
I'd brought my Mama
On the T.V.
Slicing, Dicing
Infomercials
Are enlightening
Lindsey Lohan
There's more trouble
Send the Police
On the double
Michael Jackson
With his monkey
Chandelier
Swinging junkies
Bottle Rocket
Ridding crickets
Dolly Parton
Doing dishes
Tubs of Crisco
Set for wrestling
Bee Gees do be
Disco dancing
With Bruce Jenner
Wearing makeup
Dolly's kitchen
Filled with soap suds
Rubber band
Bumper babies
Call me odd
Don't call me crazy
Shooting stars
Carry Uzis
Washed up stars
Drink beer in Koozies
Donnie Osmond
Singing show tunes
As Marie blows
Animal balloons
Circus Barkers
And their Minions
Waylon left us
Shooter Jennings
Heidi Klum
Without makeup
To say the least
She looks a bit rough
American flags
As rainbow banners
Peal, scratch, and sniff
Talking bananas
Hookha smoking
Manatees
Oh yea...
and then there's me
These are just a few of the things that lean
On the lamp post of my dreams
"I don't think Hank done it this way"
You snarled and growled your essay
Your show was a rebel's ballet
But you had that old devil to pay
Ole' Waylon was a true outlaw hero
Fed up with that same old tired scene
You raged at the Nashville regime
Oozing with marvelous gangrene
Howlin' "Lonesome, Ornery and Mean"
Ole' Waylon was a true outlaw hero
Sizzlin' like hot Texas chili
Singin' "Good Hearted Woman" with Willie
Gettin' high and acting plumb silly
Two crazy old Texas hillbillies
Ole' Waylon was a true outlaw hero
Saluting Bob Wills as the King
'Faded Love" those fiddles would sing
Don't worry about one dog-gone thing!
Sing it proud and let the bells ring!
Ole' Waylon was a true outlaw hero
For Michal J. Falatico's
What Songwriter or writers Inspire You? Contest
Songwriters Inspiration: Waylon Jennings
This one goes out to any of you who find yourself
feeling like me.
Maybe ones who are looking for a special friend,
or just someone to keep company.
If you’ve had the luck that I’ve had on those sites,
just wanting to find someone to date.
You too want to quit, but each time you start to hit “delete”, who pops up, but your
next “perfect mate”.
I’ve met Cary Grant, Hugh Grant, Superman and more.
I've met Elvis, and Waylon too.
But when it came right down to the truth, they were really
Popeye, Mr Magoo and Spongebob to name a few.
And then, you find one that you think is OK, so you start
having a small conversation.
Next thing you know he’s talking “love” and smut, and wanting you
to go with him on vacation.
He’s wanting to know all that personal stuff, like, well
stuff you don’t want to talk about.
And when you tell him, “That’s just too personal”, he replies,
“Shouldn’t be, I thought you were an adult”
Well, that’s where most of those relationships end. I just
don’t have patience for that.
So then I just go over to the couch and snuggle with the one that truly loves me.
My one and only,...my cat.
Always on the Road
Trucker
Tucker
Feed that guy
Bony
Tony
A Boy Scout Always Prepared
Ready
Teddy
He’ll Put You Away
Jailer
Taylor
At the Valentine Date Auction
Gimme
Timmy
Stay at Home Dad
Mommy
Tommy
Our Loan Shark
We owe
Tio
Swear to Him
Promise
Thomas
They Sure Need Improvement
Tanner’s
Manners
Head in the Clouds
Spacey
Tracy
Fibber
Liar
Tyler
Will you . . .
Marry
Terry?
Where is He Anyway?
John Doe
Waldo
Hey, Anyone . . .
You know
Udo?
Bon Voyage
Sail on,
Waylon
Do You . . .
Fancy
Yancy?
The Weirdo
Wiggy
Ziggy
Ah hell, not again, not the
WWW hotel
Asking, Where am I, what
happened, who are you?
Hung over, confused, and
feeling like hell
Cant find my top or one of my
shoes
There's a bottle of Quervo
upside down in the sink
Looks like we swallowed each
drop
Lord I could sure use me a
pick me up drink
Then maybe the spinning
would stop.
Last night was monday and
that's just not right
In fact some folks would call it
a shame
To be leg-less and sideways on
amateur night
With no one but my own self
to blame
I could blame it on Waylon and
Willie
Singing songs about a good
hearted woman
But the truth is I was just
feeling silly
By proving I could still rope me
a young one.
But I figure I better get on
outta here
Because I don't know that I
can explain
How my top ended up on a
fake chandelier
Or that I'm not really sure of
his name.