From a distance, I know my life this year looks like a country song: partner gone, cat dead, job gone, now all I need is for my truck to break down and my trailer to be re-possessed.
"Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song, and he told me it was the perfect country and western song. I wrote him back a letter and told him it was NOT the perfect country and western song, because he hadn't said anything about Mama, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or gettin' drunk.
Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent it to me, and after reading it, I realized that my friend had written the perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include it on this album. The last verse goes like this here:
Well, I was drunk the day my mama got out of prison, And I went to pick her up in the rain, But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck — She got run over by a damned old train!"
(I'm glad you have opportunities to look forward to.)
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Date: 2007-09-28 01:52 am (UTC)"Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song, and he told me it was the perfect country and western song. I wrote him back a letter and told him it was NOT the perfect country and western song, because he hadn't said anything about Mama, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or gettin' drunk.
Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent it to me, and after reading it, I realized that my friend had written the perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include it on this album. The last verse goes like this here:
Well, I was drunk the day my mama got out of prison,
And I went to pick her up in the rain,
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck —
She got run over by a damned old train!"
(I'm glad you have opportunities to look forward to.)