I Was A Rightist When Rightist Wasn't Cool (Israeli Homage To Babara Mandrell Song Alert)

I Was A Country.... ^

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Here is the Israeli version of the American hit song:

Was Rightist When Rightist Wasn't Cool

I remember wearin' Kova Temble hats and Orange shirts
Even when they wer'n't in style
And I was listenin' to Arutz7
When all of my friends were diggin' Rock 'n Roll and
Rhythm & Blues
I was Rightist, when Rightist wasn't cool

I was Rightist, when Rightist wasn't cool
I am Rightist, from my hat down to my boots
I still act, and look the same
What you see ain't nothin' new
I was Rightist, when Rightist wasn't cool

I remember circlin' with the settlers, being pulled out
And tuning out Haim Yavin
I remember when no one was lookin'
I was puttin' Orange Ribbons on my car
I took a lot of kiddin'
'Cause I never did fit in
Now look at everybody tryin' to be what I was then
I was Rightist, when Rightist wasn't cool

They call us rightist bumpkins
For stickin' to our roots
I'm just glad we're in a movement
Where we're free to give the jerks the boot
I was Rightist, when Rightist wasn't cool
Yeah, I was Rightist when Rightist wasn't cool

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Here is the original Babara Mandrell tune:

I Was Country When Country Wasn't Cool

I remember wearin' straight leg Levis and flannel shirts
Even when they weren't in style
I remember singin' with Roy Rogers at the movies
When the West was really wild
And I was listenin' to the Opry
When all of my friends were diggin' Rock 'n Roll and
Rhythm & Blues
I was Country, when Country wasn't cool

I was Country, when Country wasn't cool
I was Country, from my hat down to my boots
I still act, and look the same
What you see ain't nothin' new
I was Country, when Country wasn't cool

I remember circlin' the drive-in, pullin' up
And turnin' down George Jones
I remember when no one was lookin'
I was puttin' peanuts in my Coke
I took a lot of kiddin'
'Cause I never did fit in
Now look at everybody tryin' to be what I was then
I was Country, when Country wasn't cool

They call us country bumpkins
For stickin' to our roots
I'm just glad we're in a country
Where we're all free to choose
I was Country, when Country wasn't cool
Yeah, I was Country when Country wasn't cool

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It is cool to be a patriot in Israel again. The country's leaders and its chattering classes may have their hearts set on continued capitulation but the Israeli-In-The-Street wants changes to happen. Now you'll find everyone will tell you they have never been a leftist!

(No more Olmert! No more Kadima! No more Oslo!)

[JillValentine]

Related song: Neighborhood Bully, by Bob Dylan

Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man,
His enemies say he's on their land.
They got him outnumbered about a million to one,
He got no place to escape to, no place to run.
He's the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully just lives to survive,
He's criticized and condemned for being alive.
He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin,
He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in.
He's the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land,
He's wandered the earth an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn,
He's always on trial for just being born.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized,
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad.
The bombs were meant for him.
He was supposed to feel bad.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him,
'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac.
He's the neighborhood bully.

He got no allies to really speak of.
What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of love.
He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want peace,
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease.
Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly.
To hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Every empire that's enslaved him is gone,
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon.
He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand,
In bed with nobody, under no one's command.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Now his holiest books have been trampled upon,
No contract he signed was worth what it was written on.
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth,
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health.
He's the neighborhood bully.

What's anybody indebted to him for?
Nothin', they say.
He just likes to cause war.
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed,
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed.
He's the neighborhood bully.

What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers?
Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill,
Running out the clock, time standing still,
Neighborhood bully.

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The original is a double pun... it refers to those who loathe country and it also is a jab at those who are "sunshine patriots", e.g the Left. One day they'll tell us they love America - but we recall we loved it when no one else thought it cool to do so. My love of country will never go out of style!

(No more Olmert! No more Kadima! No more Oslo!)