When a mama lose a young un, there ain’t no sadder loss.
When a mama lose a young un, there ain’t no sadder loss.
They’re cursin the name of Jesus, laid aneath a Southern Cross.
I stood on the ground in England, I heard a hard Southern rain.
I stood on the ground in England, I heard a hard Southern rain.
Got a taste of Bourbon whiskey, and Mr J. J. Cale’s cocaine.
Nobody lives forever; some things never die.
Nobody lives forever; some things never die.
Like we did in The Land of Cotton, they tell me that Freebird always flies.”
Ray Wylie Hubbard, “Airplane Fell Down in Dixie”
You have to wonder what would have happened...had no crash occurred. This group would have been the biggest group of the 1980s...and disco might have been stalled out. Just one of them “what if” situations.
Before this there was Ricky Nelson (December 31, 1985), and before that Buddy Holly, Richie Vallens and the Big Bopper (Feb. 3, 1959, The Day The Music Died.)
And of course before either of those, Major Glenn Miller (Dec. 15, 1944)
I like his “Up against the wall Redneck mother” or “London Homesick Blues”