ADVERTISEMENT

Alabama Concert

Unfortunately, I can't go...but it should be a good concert.

Rock on, sweet princess!

tumblr_nklhttObjn1r83d7lo1_500.gif
 
  • Like
Reactions: Rebelfreedomeagle
Really? Is the mere mention of the word "cotton" now considered offensive? Do either of you even know the lyrics?

something about Alonzo pickin that high cotton, good times they are not forgotten, those pearly fields are never far away.
 
Really? Is the mere mention of the word "cotton" now considered offensive? Do either of you even know the lyrics?
Yes, "old times there are not forgotten" That is clearly a call for a return to the days of slavery. I'm triggered by your inconsiderate post. Are you still stinging from being blow torched in Charlestonvilletown?
 
Yes, "old times there are not forgotten" That is clearly a call for a return to the days of slavery. I'm triggered by your inconsiderate post. Are you still stinging from being blow torched in Charlestonvilletown?

Lyrics
We didn't know the times were lean,
Round our house the grass was green,
It didn't seem like things were all that bad,

I bet we walked a thousand miles,
Choppin' cotton and pusing plows,
And learnin' how to give it all we had.

As Life went on and years went by,
I saw the light in daddy's eye,
And felt the love in mamma's hands,
They kept us warm and kept us fed,
Taught us how to look ahead,
Now lookin' back I understand.

We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Those fertile fields are never far away,
We were walkin' in high
They kept us warm and kept us fed,
Taught us how to look ahead,
Now lookin' back I understand.

We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Those fertile fields are never far away,
We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old time there are not forgotten,
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced.

When Sunday mornings rolled around,
We dressed up hand-me-downs,
Just in time to gather with the church,
Some times I think how long It's been,
And how it impressed me then,
It was the only day my daddy wouldn't work.

We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Those fertile fields are never far away,
We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old time there are not forgotten,
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced.

We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Those fertile fields are never far away,
We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old time there are not forgotten,
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced.

We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Those fertile fields are never far away,
We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old time there are not forgotten,
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced.

Walkin' in High Cotton


Sounds a lot like somebody remembering their childhood to me. Nothing in there harking back to calls for slavery and certainly nothing about Alonzo picking cotton as Col. Angus alluded to.
 
Lyrics
We didn't know the times were lean...
Sounds a lot like somebody remembering their childhood to me. Nothing in there harking back to calls for slavery and certainly nothing about Alonzo picking cotton as Col. Angus alluded to.
That may be what it says in the liner notes, but that's not the way those racist sonsofbitches sing it at certain rallies, er concerts.
 
Lyrics
We didn't know the times were lean,
Round our house the grass was green,
It didn't seem like things were all that bad,

I bet we walked a thousand miles,
Choppin' cotton and pusing plows,
And learnin' how to give it all we had.

As Life went on and years went by,
I saw the light in daddy's eye,
And felt the love in mamma's hands,
They kept us warm and kept us fed,
Taught us how to look ahead,
Now lookin' back I understand.

We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Those fertile fields are never far away,
We were walkin' in high
They kept us warm and kept us fed,
Taught us how to look ahead,
Now lookin' back I understand.

We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Those fertile fields are never far away,
We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old time there are not forgotten,
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced.

When Sunday mornings rolled around,
We dressed up hand-me-downs,
Just in time to gather with the church,
Some times I think how long It's been,
And how it impressed me then,
It was the only day my daddy wouldn't work.

We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Those fertile fields are never far away,
We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old time there are not forgotten,
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced.

We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Those fertile fields are never far away,
We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old time there are not forgotten,
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced.

We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Those fertile fields are never far away,
We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old time there are not forgotten,
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced.

Walkin' in High Cotton


Sounds a lot like somebody remembering their childhood to me. Nothing in there harking back to calls for slavery and certainly nothing about Alonzo picking cotton as Col. Angus alluded to.

False.

The whole thing.
 
Randy Owen, bless his heart, hoots and hollers between almost every verse during live shows and it's annoying as hell.

If you're gonna play in Texas (HEY!)
You gotta have a fiddle in the band (Hup!)

That lead guitar is hot but not for Louisiana Man (Yeaah!)

So rosin up that bow for "faded love" and let's all dance. (appropriate silence)

If you're gonna play in Texas,
You gotta have a fiddle in the band
(AINT THAT RIGHT NASHVILLE TENNESSEE HEEEE-HAWWRRRRR RAWWWWRRRRR!!!!!)

Once you notice it, you can never NOT notice it. So now you know what to look for. Enjoy.

Oh play me some Mountain Music (Hup! Hup!)
Like Grandma and Grandpa used to play (Yes they did)

Then I'll float on down the river (appropriate silence)
To the Cajun Hideaway (YEAAAAHHHHWWWRRRR!!!!!)
 
I liked them when I was a kid. Jeff Cook is a helluva damn guitar player.

I wouldn't pay $5 to see them now, though.
 
Randy Owen, bless his heart, hoots and hollers between almost every verse during live shows and it's annoying as hell.

If you're gonna play in Texas (HEY!)
You gotta have a fiddle in the band (Hup!)

That lead guitar is hot but not for Louisiana Man (Yeaah!)

So rosin up that bow for "faded love" and let's all dance. (appropriate silence)

If you're gonna play in Texas,
You gotta have a fiddle in the band
(AINT THAT RIGHT NASHVILLE TENNESSEE HEEEE-HAWWRRRRR RAWWWWRRRRR!!!!!)

Once you notice it, you can never NOT notice it. So now you know what to look for. Enjoy.

Oh play me some Mountain Music (Hup! Hup!)
Like Grandma and Grandpa used to play (Yes they did)

Then I'll float on down the river (appropriate silence)
To the Cajun Hideaway (YEAAAAHHHHWWWRRRR!!!!!)
That was beautiful.
 
Randy Owen, bless his heart, hoots and hollers between almost every verse during live shows and it's annoying as hell.

If you're gonna play in Texas (HEY!)
You gotta have a fiddle in the band (Hup!)

That lead guitar is hot but not for Louisiana Man (Yeaah!)

So rosin up that bow for "faded love" and let's all dance. (appropriate silence)

If you're gonna play in Texas,
You gotta have a fiddle in the band
(AINT THAT RIGHT NASHVILLE TENNESSEE HEEEE-HAWWRRRRR RAWWWWRRRRR!!!!!)

Once you notice it, you can never NOT notice it. So now you know what to look for. Enjoy.

Oh play me some Mountain Music (Hup! Hup!)
Like Grandma and Grandpa used to play (Yes they did)

Then I'll float on down the river (appropriate silence)
To the Cajun Hideaway (YEAAAAHHHHWWWRRRR!!!!!)
Yeah but the dude's damned near 70.

31LIPPMAN-blog427.jpg
 
  • Like
Reactions: ace on the river
ADVERTISEMENT