T for Texas, T for Tennessee
T for Texas, T for Tennessee
T for Thelma, that gal that made a wreck out of me
Oh-del-lay-ee oh, lay-ee eh, lay-ee
If you don’t want me mama, you sure don’t have to stall, oh Lord
If you don’t want me mama, you sure don’t have to stall
‘Cause I can get more women than a passenger train can haul
I’m gonna buy me a pistol just as long as I’m tall, Lord Lord
I’m gonna buy me a pistol just as long as I’m tall
I’m gonna shoot poor Thelma just to see her jump and fall
I’m goin’ where the water drinks like cherry wine, sing ‘em boy sing ‘em
Lord I’m goin’ where the water drinks like cherry wine
‘Cause this Georgia water tastes like turpentine
TS would have to stand on Lady GaGa’s shoulders to kiss Jimmie Rodgers’ brogans.
My father could yodel❣️ He sounded so much like Jimmie Rodgers that when the preacher played a snippet of JR’s yodeling at the conclusion of Papa’s memorial service, folks thought it was Papa. - We were unable to locate a home recording of Papa doing his yodel, but I knew that he taught himself by listening to Jimmie Rodgers songs.