http://www.JacksonDelaney.com A shot of Waylon by Jackson Delaney.
Title: Drinking and Dreaming
Written by: Troy Seals and Max D. Barnes
Recorded by: Waylon Jennings. For more information about Jackson Delaney, visit http://jacksondelaney.com
Here's a little dedication to a Boy Named Sue... "A Boy Named Sue" is a song by Shel Silverstein that has been made popular by Johnny Cash. Cash was at the height of his popularity when he recorded the song live at California's San Quentin State Prison at a concert on February 24, 1969. The concert was filmed by Granada Television for later television broadcast. The audio of the concert was later released on Cash's At San Quentin album. Cash also performed the song (with comical variations on the original performance) in December 1969 at Madison Square Garden. The song became Cash's biggest hit on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and his only top ten single there, spending three weeks at #2 in 1969. Cash's thirty-six consecutive previous entries that reached the pop charts but failed to reach their top ten is the all-time record for any act. The track also topped the Billboard Hot Country Songs and Hot Adult Contemporary Tracks charts that same year and was certified Gold on August 14, 1969 by the RIAA.
Shel Silverstein's recording was released the same year as "Boy Named Sue", a single to the album Boy Named Sue (and His Other Country Songs), produced by Chet Atkins and Felton Jarvis.
The song tells the tale of a young man's quest for revenge on a father who abandoned him at 3 years of age and whose only contribution to his entire life was naming him Sue, commonly a feminine name, which results in the young man suffering from ridicule and harassment by everyone he meets in his travels. Because of this, Sue grows up tough, mean and smartens up very quickly, though he frequently relocates due to the shame his name gives him. Angered by the embarrassment and abuse that he endures in his life, he swears that he will find and kill his father for giving him "that awful name."
Sue later locates his father at a Gatlinburg, Tennessee, tavern during the middle of a summer season and confronts him by saying, "My name is Sue! How do you do? Now you're gonna die!" This results in a vicious brawl that spills outdoors into a muddy street. After the two have beaten each other almost senseless, Sue's father admits that he is "the son of a bitch" that named him Sue and explains that the name was given as an act of love. Because Sue's father knew that he would not be there for his son, he gave him the name to make sure that he grew up strong. Learning this, Sue forgives his father and they reconcile. With his lesson learned, Sue closes the song with a promise to name his son "Bill or George, any damn thing but Sue! I still hate that name!"
The core story of the song was inspired by humorist Jean Shepherd, a close friend of Shel Silverstein, who was often taunted as a child because of his feminine-sounding name.
The title might also have been inspired by the male attorney Sue K. Hicks of Madisonville, Tennessee, a friend of John Scopes who agreed to be a prosecutor in what was to become known as the Scopes Trial. Sue was named after his mother who died after giving birth to him.
In his autobiography, Cash wrote that he had just received the song and only read over it a couple of times. It was included in that concert to try it out—he did not know the words and on the filmed recording he can be seen regularly referring to a piece of paper. Cash was surprised at how well the song went over with the audience. The rough, spontaneous performance with sparse accompaniment was included in the Johnny Cash At San Quentin album, ultimately becoming one of Cash's biggest hits.
According to Shel Silverstein's biographer Mitch Myers, it was June Carter Cash who encouraged her husband to perform the song. Silverstein introduced it to them at what they called a "Guitar Pull," where musicians would pass a guitar around and play their songs.
Years later Silverstein wrote a follow-up named "The Father of a Boy Named Sue" in which he tells the old man's point of view of the story
He was raised on a tractor In overalls and boots Been to college and then law school Since leaving his roots
Came home in a Lexus, he left in a Ford Country ain't country no more
He told his daddy "Catch up with the times" He said, "Now a days People trade heifers online"
Dad ain't sealing deals With a handshake like before Country ain't country no more No, country ain't country no more
The back forty was sold to make up for hard times Then sold by the half acre lot overnight The houses went up and the trees were cut down And there went the finest deer hunting around
Lord, everyone's locking their doors 'Cause country ain't country no more
Now his dad sits in traffic Looking 'round at the change Watching crews turn The county road into four lanes
The old Sunday drive Has turned into a chore Country ain't country no more Lord, country ain't country no more
Yeah, the back forty was sold to make up for hard times Then sold by the half acre lot overnight The houses went up and the trees were cut down And there went the finest deer hunting around
Lord, everyone's locking their doors Lord, country ain't country no more
There's no turning back and you just can't ignore That country ain't country no more No, country ain't country no more
TRAVIS TRITT - COUNTRY AIN'T COUNTRY LYRICS
From the Bottle to the Bottom by Jackson Delaney a tribute to Kris Kristofferson
Kris Kristofferson From the Bottle to the Bottom Jacksondelaney.com
From the Bottle To the Bottom
by Kris Kristofferson
You ask me if I'm happy now That's good as any joke I've heard It seems that since I've seen you last I done forgot the meaning of the word If happiness is empty rooms And drinkin' in the afternoon Well I suppose I'm happy as a clam But if it's got a thing to do With smilin' or forgettin' you Well I don't guess that I could say I am
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants Because he's never seen a single dream come true That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
You wonder if I'm better off With freedom now to do the things I choose With all my times my own and I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose There's no one here to carry on If I stay out the whole night long Or give a tinker's damn if I don't call I'm livin' like I wanted to And doin' things I wanna do And nothin' means a thing to me at all
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew When the water from the weeds soaked the paper He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants Because he's never seen a single dream come true That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
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High Cost of Livin by Jamey Johnson. This song is moving, emotional, and to the point. The lyrics are poignant and are a directive to avoid drugs.
I was just a normal guy, life was just a nine to five With bills and pressure piled up to the sky She never asked, she knew I'd be hanging with my wilder friends Looking for some other way to fly
And three days straight was no big feat To get by on no food or sleep and crazy was becoming my new norm I'd pass out on the bedroom floor And sleep right through the calm before the storm
My life was just an old routine Every day the same damn thing I couldn't even tell I was alive I tell you the high cost of livin' Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
That Southern Baptist parking lot is where I'd go to smoke my pot Sit there in my pickup truck and pray And staring at that giant cross just reminded me that I was lost And it just never seemed to point the way
As soon as Jesus turned his back I'd find my way across the track Lookin' just to score another deal With my back against that damn eight ball I didn't have to think or talk or feel
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Volcom: A week at Loretta Lynn's motocross championships
The Volcom Am team spends a week of full of racing and fun at the Red Bull Loretta Lynn Motocross National Championships in Hurricane Mills, Tennessee. Featuring the sounds of Jackson Delaney.
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Song: "Shotgun Wedding"
Artist: Jackson Delaney
Release: Jackson Delaney
Jackson Delaney's Shotgun Wedding courtesy of Volcom
NOW AVAILABLE ON RADIO... Shotgun Wedding. Also get your copy of the new album 'Jackson Delaney' at http://jacksondelaney.com/jackson/music. Please enjoy this video combinging Shotgun Wedding with motorcross from Loretta Lynn's Motorcross Championship courtesy of Volcom. Thank you Volcom for doing such a great job on the video.