Itās 100% true. I was obsessed with this boy for years. Once I got really angry at him and drove my bicycle to a random strangerās garden, picked some really big cucumbers that were yellow and mushy, and threw them on his (the guyās) front doorstep. They busted open and went everywhere, but, at age 15, I thought he deserved it because he was supposed to love me but he just didnāt seem to know it.
I even wrote him 4-page poems and long love letters and songs and gave them all to him. He took them home and showed them to his mother, and I think she thought I was perhaps odd.
To this day, the mention or thought of him makes my heart jump around.
To keep the post from changing topics, I really have no idea if heās gotten married yet. If he has, I donāt think I want to know.
Sam Stone came home,
To the wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knees.
But the morhpine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.
Thereās a hole in daddyās arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Donāt stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Hmm, you could be right, for the songwritingā¦ I canāt take sustained exposure to her voice though. Too high and warbly. I have to say, whenever Iāve seen Miss P on TV interviews she has always seemed like a very nice lady with a surprisingly unbloated (is that a wordā¦?) ego.
I never considered John Prine ācountry westernā. Heās just John Prine.
Maybe Iāll ask Dear Abbey.
So you can get a good idea of some great ācry in my beerā songs here are some lyrics for your nausea.
George Jones. āHe Stopped Loving Her Todayā
He said āIāll love you till I die.ā
She told him:āYouāll forget in time.ā
As the years went slowly by,
She still preyed upon his mind.
He kept her picture on his wall,
Went half-crazy now and then.
He still loved her through it all,
Hoping sheād come back again.
Kept some letters by his bed,
Dated nineteen sixty-two.
He had underlined in red,
Every single āI love youā.
I went to see him just today,
Oh, but I didnāt see no tears.
All dressed up to go away,
First time Iād seen him smile in years.
He stopped loving her today,
They placed a wreath upon his door.
And soon theyāll carry him away,
He stopped loving her today.
You know, she came to see him one last time.
Aww, anā we all wondered if she would.
And it kept runninā through my mind:
āThis time heās over her for good.ā
He stopped loving her today,
They placed a wreath upon his door.
And soon theyāll carry him away,
He stopped loving her today.
I can still remember
When you moved in next door
I brought you some chocālate
From the corner candy store
When it started raining
You started crying too
That was the first time
I sang this song to you
Rain rain go away
Come again some other day
Rain rain go away
Bring my love a sunny day
We grow up together
And as the years went by
Evārybody knew that we were
Sweethearts you and I
Through many april showers
I held your hand in mine
Between the raindrops
We sang time after time
Rain rain go away
Come again some other day
Rain rain go away
Bring my love a sunny day
I went away to college
You said youād wait for me
Then I got your letter
Asking me to set you free
Tomorrow youāll be maried
Thereās nothing I can do
But wish you sunshine
Now and your whole life through
Rain rain go away
Tomorrow is her wedding day
Rain rain go away
Bring my love a sunny day
āJoanie Please Donāt Cryā Conway Twitty and daughter.
Joanie was the girl who lived next door.
I guess Iāve known her ten years or more.
Joanie wrote me a note one day,
and this is what she had to say.
Jimmy please say youāll wait for me.
Iāll grow up some day youāll see.
Saving all my kisses just for you.
Signed with love forever true.
Slowly I read the note once more,
and I went over to the house next door.
Her teardrops fell like rain that day,
when I told Joanie what I had to say.
Joanie, Joanie please donāt cry,
youāll forget me by and by.
Youāre just sixteen Iām twenty two,
and Joanie I just canāt wait for you.
Soon I left our little home town,
got me a job and tried to settle down.
But these words kept haunting my memory,
the words that Joanie said to me.
Jimmy please say youāll wait for me.
Iāll grow up some day youāll see.
Saving all my kisses just for you.
Signed with love forever true.
I packed my clothes and I caught a plane.
I had to see Joanie, I had to explain
How my heart was filled with her memory,
and ask my Joanie if sheād marry me.
I ran all the way to the house next door,
but things werenāt like they were before.
My teardrops fell like rain that day,
When I heard what Joanie had to say.
Jimmy, Jimmy please donāt cry.
Youāll forget me by and by.
Itās been five years since youāve been gone.
And Jimmy I married your best friend John.
*I canāt listen to Conway anymore because it has associations with my d-i-v-o-r-c-e that are too anguishing to dredge up.
My cure for the woman-inflicted bluesā¦jam out to the rockinest damn song by the greatest band ever.
Separate Ways by Journey Here we stand
Worlds apart, hearts broken in two, two, two
Sleepless nights
Losing ground
Iām reaching for you, you, you
Feelinā that itās gone
Can change your mind
If we canāt go on
To survive the tide love divides
Someday love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you
How we touched
And went our separate ways
If he ever hurts you
True love wonāt desert you
You know I still love you
Though we touched
And went our separate ways
Troubled times
Caught between confusions and pain, pain, pain
Distant eyes
Promises we made were in vain, vain, vain
If you must go, I wish you love
Youāll never walk alone
Take care my love
Miss you love
(chorus twice)
I still love you girl
I really love you girl
And if he ever hurts you
True love wonāt desert you
No, No
As long as weāre dregding up lost love songs, Merle Haggard did this better than almost anyone else. For those who canāt abide C&W, just pretent theyāre Irish songs. Last winter at the Johnny Cunningham Tribute Concert, his brother Phil said the Scots/Irish are never so happy as when theyāre completely miserable.
Swinging Doors
This old smoke filled bar is something Iām not used to
But I gave up my home to see you satisfied
And I just called to let you know where Iāll be living
Itās not much but I feel welcome here inside
And Iāve got swinging doors a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has got a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause Iām always here at home till closing time
Iāve got everything I need to drive me crazy
Iāve got everything it takes to lose my mind
And in here the atmosphereās just right for heartaches
And thanks to you Iām always here till closing time
And Iāve got swinging doors a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has got a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause Iām always here at home till closing time
Yeah, Iām always here at home till closing time
Till the Bottle Let Me Down
Each night I leave the bar room when itās over
Not feeling any pain at closing time
But tonight your memory found me much too sober
Couldnāt drink enough to keep you off my mind
Tonight the bottle let me down
And let your memory come around
The one true friend I thought Iād found
Tonight the bottle let me down
Iāve always had a bottle I could turn to
And lately Iāve been turninā every day
But the wine donāt take effect the way it used to
And Iām hurtinā in old familiar ways
Tonight the bottle let me down
and let your memory come around
The one true friend I thought Iād found
Tonight the bottle let me down
