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sounds like a drive-by truckers song

August 25, 2009

i know i haven’t posted anything of substance lately. i have a couple things rattling in my head. i’ve just been busy.

but this amused the hell out of me:

MARION, Ala. (AP) — Two Alabama families that had been fighting for years turned their feud into a full-scale riot Monday outside a small-town city hall, with up to 150 screaming people hurling tire irons and wielding baseball bats. Eight people were arrested, and at least four were hurt, Trooper John Reese said. Two were taken to hospitals. The town’s police chief was hit in the head with a crowbar but was OK.

specifically, it sounds like this DBT song:

DECORATION DAY

It’s Decoration Day. 
And I’ve a mind to roll a stone on his grave. 
But what would he say. 
“Keeping me down, boy, won’t keep me away”. 

It’s Decoration Day. 
And I knew the Hill Boys would put us away, 
but my Daddy wasn’t afraid. 
He said “We’ll fight till the last Lawson’s last living day” 

I never knew how it all got started 
a problem with Holland before we were born 
and I don’t know the name of that boy we tied down 
and beat till he just couldn’t walk anymore. 
But I know the caliber in Daddy’s chest 
and I know what Holland Hill drives. 
The state let him go, but I guess it was best 
cause nobody needs all us Lawsons alive. 

Daddy said one of the boys had come by 
the Lumber Man’s favorite son. 
He said, “Beat him real good but don’t dare let him die 
and if you see Holland Hill run. 
Now I said, “they ain’t give us trouble no more 
that we ain’t brought down on ourselves” 
But a chain on my back and my ear to the floor 
and I’ll send all the Hill Boys to hell. 

It’s Decoration Day 
and I’ve got a family in Mobile Bay 
and they’ve never seen my Daddy’s grave. 
But that don’t bother me, it ain’t marked anyway. 
Cause I got dead brothers in Lauderdale south 
and I got dead brothers in east Tennessee. 
My Daddy got shot right in front of his house 
he had noone to fall on but me. 

It’s Decoration Day 
and I’ve got a mind to go spit on his grave. 
If I was a Hill, I’d have put him away 
and I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day. 
I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day. 
I’d fight till the last Lawson’s last living day. 

 

Lyrics and Music by Jason Isbell 
© 2002 House of Fame Music (BMI) 

*****also, in exciting related news: new DBT album out on September 1. it’s like they’re giving me a birthday present.

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One comment

  1. It also sounds like a Tom Waits song, The Cold Ground, but that song’s more about hating your own family, rather than someone else’s. Or maybe just hating humanity in general, but only have the strength to take it out on those nearest to you.

    Surely you have heard this song?

    Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
    Never slept with a dream before he had to go away
    There’s a bell in the tower
    Uncle Ray bought a round
    Don’t worry about the army
    In the cold cold ground
    Now don’t be a cry baby
    When there’s wood in the shed
    There’s a bird in the chimney
    And a stone in my bed
    When the roads washed out
    They pass the bottle around
    And wait in the arms
    Of the cold cold ground
    Cold cold ground
    Theres a ribbon in the willow
    And a tire swing rope
    And a briar patch of berries
    Taking over the slope
    The cat’ll sleep in the mailbox
    And well never go to town
    Til we bury every dream in
    The cold cold ground
    Cold cold ground
    Gimme a winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
    Blow the roof off the goat barn
    Let it roll down the hill
    The piano is firewood
    Times square is a dream
    I find we’ll lay down together in the cold cold ground
    Cold cold ground
    Cold cold ground
    Call the cops on the Breedloves
    Bring a Bible and a rope
    And a whole box of Rebel
    And a bar of soap
    Make a pile of trunk tires
    And burn em all down
    Bring a dollar with you baby
    In the cold cold ground
    Cold cold ground
    Take a weathervane rooster
    Throw rocks at his head
    Stop talking to the neighbors
    Til we all go dead
    Beware of my temper
    And the dog that I’ve found
    Break all the windows in the
    Cold cold ground
    Cold cold ground



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