You just throw back your hair And you’ll say you don’t care When you hide that look on your face You used to have such a pretty little smile Yeah, but look at you now
About Joe Purdy, from Arkansas. In the United States.
There are those who’d like to change the way I’m living It seems they just don’t like me the way I am Tomorrow I may live the way they’re thinkin’ Ah, but tonight I just don’t give a damn
Thom Jurek of AllMusic calls the song “the bitterest cut Jones ever recorded.” He claims he wrote it at 3 a.m. in the aftermath of the divorce, and it comes right from the Hank Williams tradition of catharsis songs.
I wanna tell you all the story ’bout A Harper Valley widowed wife Who had a teenage daughter Who attended Harper Valley Junior High
About The Unifics, from Howard University. In Washington, DC. If you, like me, are blown away by that drum track, it won’t surprise you that Jerome Brailey went on to play with P-Funk.
“That duality—another great Southern rock band, the Drive-By Truckers, would later call it “the duality of the Southern thing”—that ability to both celebrate and lament the South, is ever present in the music of the Marshall Tucker Band, and it’s that duality, that complexity that won’t allow me to write them off as just another rock band. Amid all the flash and noise, amid the reactionary politics and fading glory, what they knew—the original band, the band before they gave way to all the things that rock bands so often give way to—is that there are at least two parts to everything: what we hope for and what we fear.”
A waitress asked me what I did I told her I tried to make art She asked me if I made any money I said, no I have to teach to do that She asked me what I taught and where I told her She told me she liked art But that she couldn’t draw a straight line I told her if she could reach for something and pick it up She could draw a line That was straight enough
If I was a Learjet I’d fly a thousand miles Over deserts of sky Stare out into nothingness But again and again and again I ask why Does time remember? All the other days They’re not gone forever Not gone away, not gone away