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The Perfect Country and Western Song~~ David Allan Coe

Well it was all that I could do, to keep from crying,
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain,
But you don't have to call me darlin, darlin,
You never even called me by my name.

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings,
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride,
And you don't have to call me, Merle Haggard, Anymore,
Even though you're on my fightin' side.

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me,
I never minded standing in the rain,
And you don't have to call me darlin, darlin,
You never even called me by my name.

Well I've heard my name, a few times, in your phonebook (hello, hello)
And I've seen it, on signs where I've played,
But the only time I know, I'll hear "David Allan Coe"
Is when Jesus has his final Judgement Day,

So I'll hang around as long as you will let me,
And I never minded standing in the rain,
You don't have to call me darlin, Darlin,
You never even called me by my name.

*a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote this 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 mamma, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or getting drunk. Well he sat down and wrote another verse to the song, and he sent it to me, and after reading it I realized my friend had written the perfect country and western song, and I felt obliged to include it on thsi ablum. The last verse goes like this here*

Well I was drunk, the day my mom got outta 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 runned over by a damned old train,

So I'll hang around as long as you will let me,
And I never minded standing in the rain, ohhhh,
and you don't have to call me darlin, darlin,
You never even called me,
Well I wonder why you don't call me,
Why don't you ever call me by my name.



"Poetry is the rythmic, inevitably narrative movement from an overclothed blindness to a naked vision."~~Dylan Thomas.

"It takes a thousand voices to tell a single story"~~Native American saying

"Let us do or die"~~ Robert Burns

"Faint hear ne'er won fair lady"~~Miguel De Cervantes, Don Quixote

"The more mountains I'm climbing, the more I enjoy the view from the top"~~ Johnny Cash

"It's really just about being proud of who you are"~~ Gretchen Wilson

"Nobody got anywhere in the world by simply being content"~~ Louis L'amour

" To God I speak Spanish, to women Italian, to men French and to my horse--German." ~~Charles V

" Round-hoofed, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eye, small head and nostrils wide,
High crest, short ears, straight legs, and passing strong,
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide;
Look what a horse should have, he did not lack,
Save a proud rider on so proud a back"-Venus and Adonis~~William Shakespeare


Wow, a lot of things have changed since I started writing here...you can really tell by looking at some of my work. There's happy, sad, heartbroke and hurtin, pissed off, thoughtful, in love, funny....the whole gauntlet is run more than once in my writing.

I still have no style, or....pattern I guess? I'm like that crazy PBR bull I wrote about, I just do whatever feels good at the time. What I lack in style and grace however, I make up for with honest feelings.


To those of you who keep readin my work, THANK YOU!!! and to those of you new to it, THANK YOU TOO!!! I hope you keep coming back for more, cause I'm gonna keep writing it.

A bit about me, I'm very much a cowgirl/redneck/country bumpkin/hayseed/bush-child....any other words that describe a non-city girl. I love the country, what can I say? Better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you're not~~ Van Zant.