Posted on 07/06/2020 9:36:11 AM PDT by NohSpinZone
Country music and southern rock legend Charlie Daniels has passed away after suffering a stroke, his representatives announced Monday.
The Grand Ole Opry member and Country Music Hall of Famer was 83.
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Just found out that Daniels was fairly close relative of a friend of mine. In fact, my friend’s grandfather was the one who taught Daniels how to play guitar.
I’m so very sorry to hear this.
Charlie Daniels Band was so terrific. He and his band were one of the all-time classics, and was one of the few country bands I was more than glad to follow. I still love the song “Uneasy Rider,” (LA by Omaha,) and I remember that song every bit as much as “Give Me Three Steps,” more because of what it doesn’t do, it doesn’t get you into a fight, but a reason to get out of one.
If course, “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” is an all-time classic.
Charlie was an amazing story teller, who once told a story about concert violinist Yitchak Perlman, where Charlie told him that he was an amazing player, and he admitted that he enjoyed the CDB music as well. Then Charlie told him that was “was just a fiddle player,” Mr. Perlman said, “we’re all just fiddle players.”
I’m going to miss Charlie’s byline and opinion postings.
RIP Charlie Daniels.
Mark
I hope he does.
Uneasy Rider
I was takin’ a trip out to LA,
Toolin’ along in my Chevrolet
Tokin’ on a number and diggin’ on the radio
Jes’ as I cross the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to go
Well the spare was flat and I got uptight
‘Cause there wasn’t a fillin’ station in sight
So I jes’ limped down the shoulder on the rim
I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front of this little bar
A kind of a redneck lookin’ joint called the Dew Drop Inn
Well I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one
There was one thing I was sure proud to see
There wasn’t a soul in the place ‘cept for him an’ me
And he just looked disgusted an’ pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn’t very busy t’day
And he could have somebody there in jest ‘bout ten minutes or so
He said now you jes’ stay right where yer at and I didn’t bother
Tellin’ the durn fool
I sure as hell didn’t have anyplace else to go
I jes ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in an’ said who owns this car
With the peace sign the mag wheels and four on the floor
Well he looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I’d jus wait outside
So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door
Jes’ when I thought I’d get outta there with my skin
These five big dude come strollin’ in
With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth
An’ I was almost to the door when the biggest one
Said you tip your hat to this lady son
An’ when I did all that hair fell out from underneath
Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
‘Specially when there was three of them and only one of me
Well they all started laughin’ and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I’d better think of somethin’ pretty quick
So I jes’ reached out an’ kicked ol’ green-teeth right in the knee
He let out a yell that’d curl your hair
But before he could move I grabbed me a chair
And said watch him folks ‘cause he’s a thouroughly dangerous man
Well you may not know it but this man’s a spy
He’s an undercover agent for the FBI
And he’s been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan
He was still bent over holdin’ on to his knee
But everyone else was lookin’ and listenin’ to me
And I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went
I said would you beleive this man has gone as far
As tearin’ Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars
And he voted for George McGoveren for president
Well he’s a friend of them long-haired hippie type pinko fags
I betcha he’s even got a Commie flag
Tacked up on the wall inside of his garage
He’s a snake in the grass I tell ya guys
He may look dumb but that’s jus a disguise
He’s a mastermind in the ways of espionage
They all started lookin’ real suspicious at him
And he jumped up an’ said jes’ wait a minute Jim
You know he’s lyin’ I’ve been livin’ here all of my life
I’m a faithfull follower of Brother John Burch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church
And I ain’t even got a garage you can call home and ask my wife
Then he started sayin’ somethin’ ‘bout the way I was dressed
But I didn’t wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy movin’ and hopin’ I didn’t run outta luck
And when I hit the ground I was makin’ tracks
And they were jes’ takin’ my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty an’ jumped in an’ fired that mother up
Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin’ when I passed that crowd
Comin’ out the door and headin’ toward me in a trot
An’ I guess I shoulda gone ahead an’ run
But somehow I couldn’t resist the fun
Of chasin’ them jes’ once around the parkin’ lot
Well they’re headin’ for their car but I hit the gas
And spun around and headed them off at the pass
Well I was slingin’ gravel and puttin’ a ton of dust in the air
Well I had them all out there steppin’ an’ a fetchin’
Like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin’
But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there
When I hit the road I was really wheelin’
Had gravel flyin’ and rubber squeelin’
An’ I didn’t slow down ‘til I was almost to Arkansas
I think I’m gonna re-route my trip
I wonder if anybody’d think I’d flipped
If I went to LA via Omaha!
I saw him last year at Dover Speedway. Checked off a bucket list item.
That old guy could rock. It was cool to see him play a couple tunes then let the band go at it while he sat down backstage to relax.
I will miss his daily tweets. He just joined Parler a week or two ago. I asked Parler if they could develop a memorial will for notable members like Charley.
His strong Christian patriotism was a breath of fresh air.
I was just quoting a line from that song yesterday. I was about ten when it came out and it is probably the first top 40 song I remember as a kid.
I saw him back in the 70s and in the 90s. The last time I saw him in the 90s in the deep south and they played Devil ...” came to Georgia as an encore. It hit me a certain way I can’t explain. It was a flashback from the 70s and a realization I won’t see many bands play like that much longer.
Great band and a great man. So sorry to see him go.
No slouch on the guitar neither, good enough for Dylan....
Charlie Daniels Recalls Bob Dylan’s Nashville Skyline
http://www.cmt.com/news/1766484/charlie-daniels-recalls-bob-dylans-nashville-skyline/
Your friend’s grandfather taught him well :)
An American treasure, and a pure heart.
RIP Charlie.
RIP, Mr. Daniels.
Funniest damned thing I ever heard !
He did good. Continued to work his work all the way through. Rest in peace Charlie.
When I was a young, green reporter for my college newspaper I interviewed him in his hotel suite near Lake Charles, La. He was the ultimate gentleman. He gave me a break by letting me interview him, since he was in the height of career at the time.
We talked extensively about why he recorded the song “Still in Saigon.”
I live in NC but Charlie’s song Carolina (I remember you) is special to me. Charlie’s descriptive lyrics in this song are magical and paint a picture that makes me so nostalgic for simpler times.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igMdyO_ciIU
“Carolina (I Remember You)” - intro
The first things I remember are frosty Carolina mornings with a cheery fire crackling in my mommas big black wood cook stove.
I remember snow flakes as big as goose feathers and the moon the color of new made country butter and a night sky like diamonds against black velvet reaching from horizon to horizon.
I remember when the biggest problems in my barefoot life were sand spurs and red ant hills.
I remember sitting with my grand-daddy on the front porch and watching the last of that magnificent southern sun bleed away into the twilight sky.
I remember Sunday school and kneeling at the cross and trying to imagine what God looked like; Sunday dinner, short pants, hair cuts and a little puppy my daddy brought home to me and I remember love.
I remember steam puffing, fire breathing, awesome 10 wheel locomotives and the conductor’s watch looked as big as one of my grandmothers biscuits.
I remember my mother smiling in a red and white checkered dress and Christmas always seemed so far away. Yes, I remember you Carolina, grand old lady of the south. I remember you as home.
RIP Charlie, a real American hero
He lived just a few miles from me in Mount Juliet, Tennessee.
At 83, he had a good run. From what I read, he was active up until the end.
God welcomed Charlie home so he wouldn’t have to witness his beloved country swirling down the toilet for the final time.
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