Love it-thanks for posting it :)
We are proud of you, Oklahoma.
By coincidence, I heard IRON MAN on FM in the car a few hours ago, and I tried listening to the lyrics for the first time in my life. Looked ‘em up when I got home. What does it mean? Not too much, really! Evocative, though. It reminds me quite a bit of the Harry Bates story, Farewell to the Master, which was the basis for the 1951 SF classic, The Day the Earth Stood Still.
Iron Man
Has he lost his mind
Can he see or is he blind
Can he walk at all
Or if he moves will he fall
Is he alive or dead
Has he thoughts within his head
We’ll just pass him there
Why should we even care
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
When he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfurl
Now the time is here
For Iron Man to spread fear
Vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved
Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge
Heavy boots of lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Iron Man lives again!
‘Up Against the Wall Redneck Mother’ Jerry Jeff Walker
He was born in Oklahoma,
His wife’s name’s Betty Lou Thelma Liz
And he’s not responsible for what he’s doing
Cause his mother made him what he is.
And it’s up against the wall Redneck Mother,
Mother, who has raised her son so well.
He’s thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk.
Just kicking hippies asses and raising hell.
Sure does like his Falstaff beer,
Likes to chase it down with that Wild Turkey liquor;
Drives a fifty-seven GMC pickup truck;
He’s got a gun rack; “Goat ropers need love, too” sticker
And it’s up against the wall Redneck Mother,
Mother, who has raised her son so well.
He’s thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk.
Just kicking hippies asses and raising hell.
Well,
M is for the mudflaps you give me for my pickup truck
O is for the Oil I put on my hair
T is for T-bird
H is for Haggard
E is for eggs, and
R is for REDNECK.
Up against the wall Redneck Mother,
Mother, who has raised her son so well.
He’s thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk.
Kicking hippies asses and raising hell.
He’s up against the wall Redneck Mother,
Mother, who has raised her son so well.
He’s thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk.
Just kicking hippies asses and raising hell.
It doesnt matter what I say
So long as I sing with inflection
That makes you feel that Ill convey
Some inner truth of vast reflection
But Ive said nothing so far
And I can keep it up for as long as it takes
And it dont matter who you are
If Im doing my job then its your resolve that breaks
A****** From El Paso
Kinky Friedman
We don’t have no lovin’s in El Paso
We don’t go to porno picture shows
We don’t swap our wives with our neighbors
And we keep our kids away from Mexico.
And I’m proud to be an a****** from El Paso
A place where sweet young v*****s are d*******d.
You walk down the street knee-deep in t***s
And the w******s still get twenty cents an hour.
We don’t wipe our a***s on Old Glory,
God and Lone Star beer are things we trust.
We keep our women v*****s till they’re married
So hosin’ sheep is good enough for us.
And I’m proud to be an a****** from El Paso
A place where sweet young v*****s are d********d.
You walk down the street knee-deep in t***s
And the w******s still get twenty cents an hour.