Friday, March 28, 2008

Two Classic Songs by the Flying Burrito Brothers

'Six Days on the Road':

"Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh
Rollin' down that Eastern Seaboard
I've got my diesel wound up
And she's running like never before
There's a speed zone ahead, all right
but I don't see a cop in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

I got me ten forward gears
And a Georgia overdrive
I'm taking little white pills
And my eyes are open wide
I just passed a 'Jimmy' and a 'White'
I've been passin' everything in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well, it seems like a month
Since I kissed my baby good-bye
I could have a lot of women
But I'm not like some other guys
I could find one to hold me tight
But I could never make believe it's all right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

I.C.C. is checking on down the line
Well, I'm a little overweight and my log book is way behind
But nothing bothers me tonight
I can dodge all the scales all right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well my rig's a little old
But that don't mean she's slow
There's a flame from her stack
And that smoke's blowin' black as coal
My hometown's coming in sight
If you think I'm happy you're right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight"


So there you have it: white country music at its best and absolutely no "homies" "hos", or "gangstas" anywhere. Those were the days!

The subject of the song is just some good ole boy with out-of-date paperwork driving an over-laden, poluting truck whilst breaking the speed limit and taking amphetemines to stay awake. ;-)

This next one will probaby re-enter the charts if McCain becomes president:
(incidentally, the "uncle" in this song is Uncle Sam)

"A letter came today from the draft board
With trembling hands I read the questionnaire
It asked me lots of things about my mama and papa
Now that ain't what I call exactly fair
So I'm heading for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be just my kind of town
Because they don't need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground
A sad old soldier once told me a story
About a battlefield that he was on
He said a man should never fight for glory
He must know what is right and what is wrong
So I'm heading for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be just my kind of town
Because they don't need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground, yeah now,
I don't know how much I owe my uncle
But I suspect it's more than I can pay
He's asking me to sign a three-year contract
I guess I'll catch the first bus out today
So I'm heading for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be just my kind of town
Because they don't need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground
That tends to keep a good man underground"

My Uncle - the Flying Burrito Brothers

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