>>127104974 (OP)
Forgot to post mine

"I lay my head on the wheel
And the horn begins honkin'
The whole neighborhood knows
That I'm home drunk again."
-George Jones, from the song "If Drinkin' Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will)"

>>127104974 (OP)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9bULsPNPpA&list=RDw9bULsPNPpA&start_radio=1

Some fools think of happiness
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess
But they're not fooling me
I know it isn't true
Know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue

When I was just a baby I heard my mama say
Always be a straight boy, don't ever be a gay
But I frot a man in Reno
Then I suck him dry
When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry

I know I'll surely die for what I'm about to do
But it don't matter I'm a dead man anyhow
This gun will buy back the pride they took from me
And also end this life of mine, that's worthless now

By the time you tell the sheriff, it'll all be over
He'll find me at their big house on the hill
He'll find a note explaining why I killed us all
Now it's time to go, I've got someone to kill

This obscure Hank Thompson song, the whole thing is crazily goth for early 60's country

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egijVnH73L4

Every evening when the sun goes down I sit here in my room
And the lamplight shining on me projects my lonely gloom
My counterpart in agony mocks each tear that falls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls

He's always by my side at night no matter where I go
He lurks out in the darkness or in the neon's glow
He follows me across the steps and up and down the hall
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls

I sit and watch the candle and the flicker of the flame
My writhing shadow twists and turns as though it is in pain
I'm trying to escape the memory my heart recalls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls

The image of a love I lost and all the things I'd planned
Are as empty as the bottle that I hold in my hand
My soul is buried in the depths of love and life's pitfalls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls

Hear the trumpet hear the pipers
100 million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
voices callin' voices crying'
some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's Kingdom Come

>>127104974 (OP)
>I'm gonna find me a river, one that's cold as ice
>And when I find me that river, Lord I'm gonna pay the price, Oh Lord!
>I'm going down in it three times, but Lord I'm only coming up twice

Lord, you should've seen their frantic faces
They screamed and cried, please put away that knife
I guess I'll go to hell or I'll rot here in this cell
But who taught who the cold hard facts of life

>>127105379
Hard

>>127105277
Also worthy of note is "I'm Gonna Kill You" by Wynn Stewart.
"I think I'm gonna kill you
And bury you in a box about half your size."

Damn. This is serious stuff.

>>127104974 (OP)
"Now the thing that I call 'living' is just being satisfied with knowing I got no one left to blame."
>Canadian country is still country

>Step right up, come on in
>If you'd like to take the grand tour
>Of a lonely house that once was home sweet home

>>127104974 (OP)
The whole thing...
>But tomorrow I'll run over
>Try to see the kids at recess time
>And I'll hide so they don't run to me
>I'm on skid row in my mind
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMaS48K3TP4

>I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at candles

Well, then I woke up and I was lying in my bed
I ran upstairs and kissed my little boy on his sleeping head
I took this dream as a sign from God, so I thought I'd better pray
I said, "Don't ever speak to me directly and thanks anyway"
Now so much has changed about me
Besides me just giving up red meat
Some get spiritual, 'cause they see the light
And some, 'cause they feel the heat

>>127105419
Porter was the dark to Dolly's light.

"What I'd Give To Hear A Baby Cry"

I'm locked behind steel ribbons in a building made of stone
This prison cell will be my home for life
Forgotten men surround me and curse 'cause they were born
Lord, what I'd give to hear a baby cry

If I could hear a baby cry just one more time
I could fight the future locked inside
Some prisoners call for mama and others pray to die
Lord, what I'd give to hear a baby cry

They tell me I was drinkin' at that awful time
When baby started cryin' in the night
They say I picked up baby and squeezed him much too tight
What I'd give now to hear a baby cry

>>127104974 (OP)
Tryin' like the devil to find the Lord
Workin' like a nigger for my room and board
Coal-burnin' stove, no natural gas
If that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
If that ain't country
It'll harelip the pope
If that ain't country, it's a damn good joke
I've seen the Grand Ole Opry
And I've met Johnny Cash
If that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass

>>127111623
"I'll kiss your ass"
There's gotta be a different way to go about conveying that

>>127113096
It makes his point pretty well though. It doesn't get much more country than what he said.

It was 1970 somethin'
In the world that I grew up in
Farrah Faucett hairdo days
Bell Bottoms and 8-track tapes

Lookin back now, I can see me
And oh man, did I look cheesy?
But I wouldn't trade those days for nothin'
Oh, it was 1970 something

They put up a plant where we used to park
That ol' drive-in's a new Walmart
The cafe is closed where our names were carved on that corner booth
Yeah, everything's changed except for the way I feel about you

>>127104974 (OP)
>Well, I OD'd in Denver and I just can't remember her name.

>>127104974 (OP)
Just pick any Marty Robbins song where he talks about blastin' some dude.

Eddie Noack's Psycho

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BtDLN4LoPZA

Can Mary fry some fish, Mama
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lordy, how I wish, Mama
You could keep the baby quiet 'cause my head is killing
Me
I've seen my ex last night, Mama
At a dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White, Mama
I killed them both, and they're buried
Under Jenkins sycamore.
Don't you think I'm psycho, Mama
You can pour me a cup
If you think I'm psycho, Mama
You better let 'em lock me up
Don't hand the george to me, Mama
I might squeeze him too tight
And I'm as nervous as can be, Mama
So let me tell you 'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama
Standing right by the bed
With my hands near his throat, Mama
Wishing both of us were dead
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
I just killed Johnny's pup
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
You'd better let 'em lock me up
You know the little girl next door, Mama
I think her name is Betty Clark
Oh, don't tell me that she's dead, Mama
Why I just seen It in the park
She was sitting on a bench, Mama
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama
Then my mind walked away
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
Mama, Mama why don't you get up?
Say something Mama

She works in a bank and she works in a store
And she don't go for that old stuff anymore
She likes to get high and listen to the band
She likes to make love to her kind of man

Some of these make a lot of supposedly ominous metal lyrics seem tame.

>>127113231
I did appreciate the true country feel. Beats the hell of modern shit like that one, "come back a country boy," Blake Shelton. it sounds so fucking phony. Blake is a fake motherfucker in my opinion. The lyrics on paper don't look that bad, but his vocal delivery and the backing track is so garbage.
"When I die, I wanna come back as a country boy
Live on this land, like my old man did before me
I don't wanna be born into money
Where the boots don't ever get muddy
'Cause a country boy's all that I know how to be"
Yeah right, Blake. Like you know anything about that. Probably lives in a suburban mansion.

>>127115342
I don't know enough about Blake Shelton to dispute it but he is a bit too safe to be taken seriously. That goes for just about everyone currently and the audience doesn't particularly give a shit as long as they can dance to it. I don't like to be one of those people that says current music isn't what it was but it's damn true in country. There's not a bit of real life, grit or heart in any of it.

>>127104974 (OP)
That man has my grandpa's face and hair...

>>127115513
Your grandpa sounds like he's got some kino aesthetics

I sucked my dick today
To see if I could cum
I focused on the head
The best way it feels
The fingers in my hole
The old familiar sting
Try not think it's gay
But I remember everything

What have I become
My coomer friend?
Everyone I know
Wants to pound my rearend
And you could have it all
My entire bum
I will suck it down
I will make you cum

>>127115585
I cried

Now I'm out of prison
I got me a friend at last
He don't drink or steal or cheat or lie
His name it's Codeine
And he's the nicest thing I've seen
And together we're gonna wait around and die
Together we're gonna wait around and die

>>127116547
Some REAL West Virginia shyt right hear

>>127116547
>She thought she was the queen of the Basin Street Sneeds

Had sex with my cousinnnnnn

>>127115585
Any1 know how to play acoustic hurt? Need a vocaroo so badly.

>>127115513
so w/e man everyone of that generation probably looked the same

>>127117979
Probably. Probably? Fucking Google it, you're on the Internet motherfucker

>>127113634
If you like this, check out Eddie's song Dolores.

She said someday I'd understand
What love was all about
She said I could have the kids
She was movin out
Said she'd finally found a man
Who's dick was so much bigger
Then that scumbag motherfucker
Ran off with a nigger

And to think I'd ate the pussy
Where that big, black dick had been
And kissed the lips that sucked him off
Time and time again
It's enough to make a man throw up
Sure is hard to figure
How any decent girl could ever fuck
A God damn nigger